Okay so after all the mixed reviews for the original draft of this chapter both of us were left dissatisfied. I wasn't happy so I read through it and then decided to re-write it. Not completely re-write, but definitely alter extensively.

Also, I know I keep repeating things but I think it's essential to know both points of view; at least for this part.

You guys gave me lots of feedback after the last chapter; I was very happy to receive so many reviews. I'm definitely going to take into account your suggestions.

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Elena's POV

I chose Damon? It seemed more final having him confirm it. He looked as shocked as I felt. I'd thought there was a good possibility that I'd choose him, but I'd just expected that I'd stick with Stefan. He looked happy again; it was hard to tell because of his disbelief, but it was there. I was happy too, I realised; though a part of me was off following Stefan, wondering where he was going and what he was doing...and if it would affect us.

"Good," I found myself saying, feeling the small smile on my lips. "Have I been ignorant of this?" I asked him, my eyebrows pulling together. "Has he always had this within him – even without the blood?" Is this who I was really in love with? I silently added.

"It's always within us," he told me. "It's just buried deeper in some of us." Meaning Stefan fought it more than everyone else.

I nodded my head and sighed. "No smile?" I asked; he was happy...wasn't he? But when he smiled it was obvious that he was.

"I'm in shock, I guess. I was sure you'd choose him again," he admitted.

"I wasn't," I confessed. "Especially since I haven't really stopped thinking about you since the first time you kissed me..." It felt good to finally be able to tell him that.

"Am I allowed to do that again?" he asked me, closing the distance between us and placing my hands on my waist.

"You don't have to ask permission, Damon," I told him. "Yes," I said anyway; it was sweet that he was asking permission. I just hoped he didn't do it everytime.

He didn't need telling twice. He bent his head down to mine and laid feather like kisses on my lips; so not what I needed. Stefan kisses like this. I reached my arms up around his neck and pulled my body closer to his. I felt his tongue mingle with mine and I tried to forget all about Stefan.

Too soon though I had to breathe, so I reluctantly pulled back from him. Thankfully he kept me distracted by kissing along my jaw, down my neck. My eye's half-closed in bliss as Damon's mouth pleasured my skin; I was lost in everything that was Damon; his grip, his kiss, his heat...

I surprised myself by saying; "I love you." I was breathless; panting in an effort to bring oxygen into my lungs.

"You said before," he said against my neck, before lifting his head and kissing all over my face. I realised I was pouting as he hadn't returned the sentiment. "I love you too," he told me, obviously enjoying the fact that I had actually pouted like a little kid.

"What the hell?" I turned to see Jeremy stood in the doorway. He looked confused; and I couldn't blame him.

"Jeremy, how are you feeling?" I asked him; still with my arms around Damon. I was beginning to enjoy having him there.

"Still thirsty, but I had like four bottles so I thought I should stop. I heard shouting... What happened?"

"Erm... Me and Stefan broke up," I said. That seemed accurate although. There hadn't been an official break-up of sorts but me choosing Damon and him storming out seemed clear enough.

"Yeah, turns out she loves me more," Damon told him, looking at me lovingly. His happiness was almost enough to make me forget all about Stefan...almost.

"So you guys are together now?" He still looked confused; poor Jeremy. He had enough to deal with right now without adding my love life to the mix.

"If she'll have me," Damon replied; sounding somewhat hopeful.

"Of course I'll have you," I said before kissing his lips again.

"Could you guys wait till I'm not here to do that?"

"Sorry, Jer," I told him.

"You may have to get used to it," Damon said. "It looks like I'll be keeping a close eye on you since my brothers gone...somewhere."

"Do you think we should be worried?" I asked. The thoughts hadn't been as present in the last few minutes but a part of me was still wondering what he was doing.

"Neh," he said, dismissing Stefan's capabilities of getting up to anything. "He's probably off brooding somewhere. His foreheads like made for that," he joked, doing the eye thing. "Anyway, let's not think about him; we should be celebrating. Bourbon anyone?"

I smiled fondly, as he headed into the living room in search of his favourite drink. I saw Jeremy take one too many glances at my neck before he turned; heading back into the kitchen for more blood. Which left me alone; not good. Thought's that I hadn't really wanted to think about flooded my brain.

I felt the smile leave my face; I didn't feel the need to hold it there now Damon was no longer present. It wasn't that I wasn't happy; I was. I just need time to adjust, I told myself. I mean, just because I love Damon more doesn't mean I've stopped loving Stefan; or love him any less than I did before the fight.

I couldn't decide whether it was good that it had happened. Things were fine before; but it was a lie, and it was because of that that I felt relief. I didn't like to think that I'd been with that side of Stefan, as apparently he didn't need the blood to become it. It scared a little that it wasn't that far away... One fight involving me...

I think I'm glad he lost. I think Damon will be a good change for me. Maybe being with him will make things start to feel like normal again. He doesn't take everything so seriously; even last night when it was a life or death situation he managed to make me smile in the middle of it. He could help me be fun Elena again. I've missed her lately. I don't want things to go too fast though; I want to let myself move on first, so I can really let myself be with Damon when the moment comes.

I decided it was good in the end, because of one reason that I hadn't thought of till then. By choosing Damon, I wasn't continuing to string both of them along. I wasn't playing with both their hearts...like Katherine did. I chose Damon. I just wish it hadn't hurt Stefan in the process. I gazed out the window, as if hoping to see him stood there.

"Where are you?" I whispered.

"What was that?" Damon asked, walking back into the room.

"Erm...nothing; doesn't matter." I said hastily, a smile appearing at the sight of him. "What time is it?" I asked.

"After ten," he replied.

"Crap! Jenna's still at Bonnie's," I told him. "I said I'd go get her. Do you mind?"

"Of course not," he said, placing a kiss upon my cheek. "Why would I?"

"What about Jeremy?"

"Hmm," he thought. "Good point. Can't have him running away on us."

"Can't have who running away?" Jeremy asked. "Because, if you mean me, why would I? Huge house, fridge full of blood..." I tried not to flinch.

"We'll lock the door behind us," Damon decided. "Not that you'll want to go outside...or in any light – stay away from windows," he told Jeremy. "Be back soon."

He took my hand and pulled me up, leading me outside and then locking the door behind us. He walked round to the passenger side and held it open, not noticing that I'd already gotten in the driver's seat. He sighed and then reluctantly got in. I could tell he didn't enjoy not driving, but it wasn't long till we were at Bonnie's.

I saw her head appear at the window and then she was at the door a few seconds later.

"Elena..?" She said questionably. I realised I was holding Damon's hand; this looks bad.

"It's me Bonnie," I assured her. "See?" I said, stepping over the threshold.

She sighed and then pulled me into a tight hug. "Wait," she said, pulling back. "You were just... With Damon..?"

"Yeah," I said. "I erm...fell for Damon..." I told her. "And broke up with Stefan...about an hour ago."

"How'd he take it?" She asked; half-serious, half...looking like she wanted to laugh at the situation.

"Not so good. He stormed out; we don't know where he is. He's been invited in here, Bonnie; so...be careful. I don't know what to expect of him anymore," I admitted. "You should call if he shows up."

"I can take care of myself, Elena."

"Where's Jenna?" I asked; that was the reason we'd come after all.

"She went to Alaric's," Bonnie replied. "Elena," she said; "she had a look in her eye; I think she might have gone there for a reason."

"Bonnie, what do you mean?"

"I mean, I would be prepared to have a good back story if I were you; I think she suspects something."

"Good thing I cleaned the house up," Damon said from the doorway.

To save the bother of asking Bonnie to invite him in, I instead said; "we'd better go; we left Jeremy alone."

"Jeremy?"

"Is a vampire," I sighed. "Anna turned him. Or rather she gave him some of her blood and he turned himself. Last night of all nights. Listen; thank you for letting Jenna stay here; I didn't know where else to send her last night. You were the first person I thought of."

"It's okay. We'll talk soon?" She asked as I went to stand by Damon on the porch. "It appears we have a lot to catch up on..."

"Definitely," I sighed, before turning and walking back to the car.

"What are we gonna tell Jenna?" Damon asked as I fastened my seatbelt and started the car.

"Somehow I don't think we'll have to tell her anything," I replied. "I hope he hasn't told her though; I'm not sure I'm ready for her to know anything yet. Not right now."

"We'll get through it; whatever happens," he told me. "I'm not going anywhere."

I smiled as I pulled away, and took deep breaths; trying in vain to prepare myself to tell Jenna that my boyfriend was a vampire...and that I'm now dating Damon. This should be fun...

I know, I know. The next chapter is my next task, I swear. I'll try and be quick. It's all planned I just need to write it. It'll be the last chapter by the way.