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Chapter 11

"Elena."

"Stefan!" Elijah urged over the phone as he sped along.

"I think she passed out," Stefan said as he flashed to Elena's side. "Her pulse is weak."

"Stefan she needs blood! Try yours."

"She wants you to turn her Elijah," Stefan said. "I'll wait for you."

By the time Elijah made the door Stefan had Elena cradled in his arms. The look on Elijah's face when he made the living room of the Salvatore Boarding House put to rest any lingering fears Stefan may have had about Elijah's part in all of this. He flashed to them in an instant and dropped to his knees on the floor in the most graceless move Stefan had ever seen the refined original make.

"Is she?" he worried before he even bothered to use his own senses.

"Hear it?" Stefan said gently. Elijah could hear her heartbeat. It was becoming sluggish and weak but it was still there.

"Leave us," Elijah half-commanded half-pleaded. Stefan was gone from the room in a flash. Elijah opened his wrist and gave Elena another infusion. Her eyes opened and she gripped his wrist savoring each drop until it closed. When he was sure that she was more stable he scooped her into his arms.

"Are you done here?" he asked evenly.

"Elijah I'm ready…but I want you to do it," Elena said.

"That means something to me Elena," Elijah explained. "I have never sired anyone. If I change you then you're mine Elena in every way that matters. Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said as her eyes were locked with his. They met Stefan in the entry hall.

"If your brother tries to interfere in this I will end him," Elijah warned Stefan angrily. Then his expression changed. "You may come see her in a little while if you desire."

Elijah bundled Elena into the passenger seat of his car carefully making sure she was buckled in. He wasn't taking any chances now. He drove carefully to the mansion worried as she fell asleep on the ride over. He was thankful that he wasn't met by anyone at the door and he flashed upstairs to his suite. He settled her on his luxurious bed and then settled carefully beside her propped up against the pillows. He looked deeply into her chocolate brown eyes.

"Are you sure Elena? Say the word and I will tuck you in for a nap." She laid a hand on his cheek and their eyes met and held.

"Make me yours Elijah." She couldn't have phrased it in a way more enticing to the thousand year old original if she had tried. Just to make sure since it seemed to be leaving her system so quickly he fed her his blood again. Their eyes were locked their gazes speaking volumes. Elijah cupped the back of her head with his hand and he tenderly closed the distance and kissed her. As he pulled back – before she could open her eyes her world went black.

As she began to drift back to consciousness the first thing Elena heard was heartbeats – one louder than the other. Her nose filled with the most wonderful smell. She could feel delicate silk against her right cheek. Finally she opened her eyes. The first time it was too much – everything rushed at her overwhelmingly and she squeezed her eyes closed again. When she carefully opened them the second time Elijah was watching her. He gave her the hint of a smile.

"Now for the hard part," he said gently.

"I thought dying was the hard part."

"What do you know," he teased gently. "Come on we can get through this…I've got you." He opened his wrist again and held it to her lips only a moment. Her eyes went wide with shock and she threw a hand over her mouth – wanting to hide even as tears slipped out her eyes with the pain. He pulled her lovingly against his shoulder to soothe her. A moment later he groaned as she bit his neck with her new fangs.

"Elena," her name slipped from his lips in a husky tone as she fed hungrily and pleasured them both.

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Damon sauntered in after a 'date' with a Tri Delta from Whitmore when he saw Stefan just sitting on the couch, a blood bag in his hand and a blank stare which really scared him. Stefan was always too serious for Damon's tastes but the expression on his face told Damon that something serious was really going on.

"What's wrong Stef? The two blondes aren't giving into your advances?" he taunted. It was no secret that there were feelings between the younger Salvatore brother, Barbie Klaus and Vampire Barbie-or as he called them whenever they were in the same room together-'his three blondes'.

Stefan glared at him. Yes, he did have feelings for Caroline but those feelings were strictly platonic-not romantic-and anything he may feel for Rebekah was still in turmoil as he was remembering their time from the 1920s. He had loved her-there's no doubt that he still does-but he didn't think that they could ever have a shot at happiness again.

"That's not happening Damon," Stefan growled out. "If you must know-the Mikaelsons had a pool party that had disastrous results."

"How disastrous? They ate their cleaning lady?" he mocked. Stefan sighed. Damon had no idea what was about to come his way.

"Apparently it was an all-out rave. Elena had quite a bit to drink and found an artifact in the study. She placed a ring on her finger and it became irremovable. Apparently it was spelled for use on a vampire. It was slowly killing her." Damon looked at him in shock.

"Is she…" Damon could barely get the words out and Stefan could see the pain in his brother's eyes. Stefan shook his head.

"Damon…Elijah and Kol were the ones to discover this. They found that Elijah's blood seemed to make her a little stronger and better. They found some documents in their mother's grimoire that the ring was spelled to find a mate and once it did that it would be irremovable thus securing that the mate would be changed by the original."

Damon's heart stuttered twice as anguish gripped him. She couldn't be…she couldn't…

"Stefan tell me she didn't – tell me she didn't Stefan," Damon demanded getting in his brother's face.

"She died with Elijah's blood in her system and completed the transition." Damon looked at Stefan in absolute shock for a moment before his expression turned angry.

"I'm going to kill him!" Damon growled and he turned for the door. He made a move to go see her but all he saw was blackness and as he woke up from his nap, he was chained up with vervain coated chains in the basement where they have a stash of vervain.

"You need to let me out brother!" Damon shouted but as Stefan pulled back the square flap on the door to peer at him, Damon saw that his brother wasn't going to.

"This is what she wanted Damon," Stefan said gently to him. "Her options were change or die. She wanted to change and to have it be Elijah's blood. Not yours, mine or even Caroline's! She wanted it to be Elijah's! She trusted him to do it and he did! That ring was spelled to find a mate Damon and it did! It found Elijah's mate!" That said, Stefan closed the flap and left but Damon had another trick up his sleeve as he used his blood that was inside some leggy blonde Delta from Whitmore, he managed to get her to come to the boardinghouse and to release him.

Once she did, he killed her and left her in the basement before he walked towards the front door. What he didn't realize was that the second he opened the door, a stake would hit him in the gut and Stefan would inject so much vervain into him that he would be knocked out six ways to Sunday.

Damon's new home was the basement.

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