[[Damon's POV ]]

Her blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the room. I threw Stefan off of myself, and ran towards Elena and Klaus. "ELENA!" I shouted. I grabbed Klaus, summoning up the last of my strength and threw him over by Stefan. As I looked at Elena, I saw two gaping wounds in her neck. Blood pouring out of them. I could feel the changes taking place in my face, my gums aching as the fangs extended. "Elena…" I growled. I could see the fear in her eyes. I wouldn't hurt her, I couldn't. Klaus or Stefan would. "Run." I hissed. She didn't move, just slouched back against the wall, very faint. "I said RUN!" I hissed loudly.

_(( Sometime Later. Let's say, a month or so )) _

[[ Elena's POV ]]

Klaus was dead. He's dead. I could barely believe what I was writing down in my diary. That bastard was dead. The fight between, Klaus and Damon, and Stefan had ended badly. For Klaus at least. Damon had finally talked some sense back into Stefan, and then the two had gone out feeding, trying to re-gather strength and get better. On the other hand, was given a small glass of Stefan and Damon's blood and told to drink it. Which, I did. My wounds had healed almost immeadtley. Now, a month later here I sit in Stefan's room. Just writing in my diary, about the things that had happened. I looked up as I felt a familiar presence enter the room, Stefan. I smiled "Hey." I whispered gently.

"You alright?", he asked. I nodded, setting down my diary and pen. "I feel fine. I've felt fine for over a month now." I assured him. He gave me a smile, the smile that made me go weak in my knees. He picked me up in his arms, and walked over to the bed, setting me down. "Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded. "Positive. I feel fine." I responded. "Here, I'll prove it." I whispered leaning over I pressed my lips to his.

[[Stefan's POV ]]

I had always kept check's on her. Ever since Klaus was killed. As I walked in the room, and asked if she was alright she gave me the same answer as usual. "You sure?" I had asked, as we now sat on my bed. She nodded, and kissed me gently. I returned the kiss, one hand settled on her waist, the other on her cheek. Pulling away I grinned, "I love you." I said. She smiled gently, her smiles had always made me smile. " Elena…I always ask if you okay, because there's still a chance of Damon and I's blood still being in your system. I just, don't want anything to happen to you." I stated. "And would that anything be, me turning into a vampire?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. I gave her a weak smile, and nodded. "Yes. I know you said, before you never wanted to be a vampire. I just don't want to take any risks." I added.

[[ Elena's POV ]]

I loved Stefan, I did. Just sometimes, he could be a little over-protective. I smiled at him, "I know. I know." I said. I gave him another quick kiss, and said "I was going to run back over to my place, and grab a few extra things. Alright?" I asked. He gave a curt nod and said "Well hurry back. I have a surprise for you. Oh, and I love you." I giggled when he said that. "Oh, will do, Mr. Salvatore. I love you too." I said, as I headed downstairs and outside to my car,. We rarely had moments like that to be playful, but now we did, since we had no worries of any more super-natural attacks happening. I got in the car, and pulled out of the driveway. As I drove, heading to the house I barely noticed the other car headed my direction. The driver must've been drunk, because they swerved and headed towards me. The headlights of the car we're so bright. Extremely bright. I winced, and tried to block my eyes from the brightness. I heard the impact of the cars hit, and then felt pain. Pain all over. The last thing I remember was, laying on the ground. Feeling cold, and helpless. I could feel myself fading, dying. I didn't want to die. I didn't want to leave the world like this, I couldn't leave Stefan. With the last of my strength, I could muster I reached over, where my phone had landed beside me. I pressed the speed dial for Stefan, and he answered immeadtley. "Hello? Elena? Hello?" he asked frantically, his voice so sweet and rich. "Stefan…" I muttered hoarsely, blood starting to fill my throat. "I…I love you." I said, my voice starting to break. I pressed end call. Then, there was nothing.