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Wednesday Morning

Elena's POV

All this time thinking about how to end Klaus… and the day finally came. I was scared, of course, just like everyone was. But when I had all these people on my side I felt protected.

Stefan did a great progress; he was able to speak to me without attacking me. Damon helped him a lot, they talked and I also heard them laugh sometimes. Damon agreed to let him in the house with us and he was drinking animal blood from bloodbags from the local animal hospital.

As for Tyler he did his research on Carol-He found out that she brought him to the council to replace Sheriff Forbes. According to Carol, Jason Donovan was one of the greatest vampire hunters and trackers in town. I didn't know how Tyler got this information since his mother didn't know he knew about the council (Because she was compelled by Caroline the night Tyler got attacked) but I was grateful.

Alaric also managed to call a truce with Jason, and in the process he learnt that the reason why Jason was here was for Matt. He too heard about Klaus and seeing that Matt was becoming a vampire hunter (something I didn't know) he was afraid that Klaus will come after him since he is 'involved' with me somehow.

Jeremy confronted Matt about this and Matt admitted that he was more aware of the situation now and he was hunting down vampires outside of Mystic Falls to prepare himself. He planned to leave the 'tragic little town' and start a new life.

I put all the thoughts away and made the bed, almost feeling funny at doing such a normal thing.

"Elena? Are you awake?" A soft voice asked and lightly knocked on the door.

"Yes," I said to Damon. "Come in."

"Are you okay?" He asked me, his hands on my shoulder.

"Not much," I admitted. "I'm scared."

"I don't blame you," He replied quietly and took my hand. "Elena, I want you to go somewhere with me."

"Where?"

"You'll see." He squeezed my hand.

"Okay. I'll change."

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"Where are we going?" I asked him as he grabbed my hand and lead me in front of him.

"Elena Gilbert, a curious kitten," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and read the sign when we stopped. "Mystic Falls cemetery? Really?"

"I want to show you something," He said quietly and I followed him again, this time more quietly.

We walked through the cemetery until Damon opened a rusty gate in a more abandoned part.

"Damon, what is this?"

"It's the old cemetery-The Founding families around the 1800s. I wanted to show you my old life."

Damon stopped and swept the dirt off the gravestone. "My mother," He said, his voice weakening. "My mother died when I was twenty two years old. She was very ill."

"I'm sorry," I mouthed.

"I was very sick as a child. My mother was always there for me, even when once I got home drunk-She covered up for me. My father would've kicked me out of the house."

"Oh my God! Just because you returned drunk?"

"My father was obsessed with keeping the Salvatore name clean. One mistake from us and he would've been criticized like paparazzi do to celebrities today. He was a man of power, he was feared. I had a lot of issues when I went to war."

"Your life was very different back then."

"Yeah, it was. I mean I had guilt over me though…I managed to save a lot of lives in the war. Innocent lives. But I couldn't save my own mother."

"There wasn't anything you could've done," I comforted him.

"I know," He said. "But at that time I was feeling too much guilt."

He moved to two other tombstones and my blood ran cold as I saw the names.

Damon and Stefan Salvatore.

"H-how…?"

"My father wanted us to be remembered as heroes when we died, not traitors. He set this gravestone for us even though there are no bodies there. I come here sometimes and put flowers on my mom's grave and sometimes on ours too, because we are truly dead. That part of us is dead."

He turned to me and cupped my face in his hands. "I can't ever stop missing being human. Being normal. Elena, no matter what happens tonight, you're never going to be alone. I love you way too much to leave you alone."

He pressed his lips on my forehead and stroked my upper arms.

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The rest of the day seemed to pass really slowly and I tried to watch a couple of movies to pass the time, but I couldn't pay attention to what was going on and so the time went by slower.

I turned myself to Damon's alcohol cabinet and grabbed a bottle of votka. I pressed the bottle to my mouth and decided to let the alcohol do its effect.

Damon's POV

"Elena-"

I went to the parlor with some sandwiches but stood frozen as I saw Elena dancing around in circles.

I smelled the alcohol on her from a good distance away, and I confirmed my suspects as I saw her holding the bottle close to her like a little girl holding her kitty.

I grabbed the bottle from her roughly. "You're drunk."

"So?" She said as she continued to laugh and dance to the stereo which was now full on and tried to pull the bottle back.

"No more drinking."

She crossed her arms like a stubborn child.

"Go to sleep. You're drunker than I have ever been in my whole one hundred and whatever years."

I put her on the couch and grabbed a blanket. "You'll need your strength. So just listen to me."

"Stay here," was the last thing she said before she drifted to sleep.

Elena's POV

I woke up with a terrible headache and Damon staring at me.

"What?" I groaned, preparing myself to a speech. "I'm eighteen. I don't have to be lectured."

"Yeah, so you should probably act eighteen," He hissed.

"I don't know why you're fussing about," I rubbed my head. "You turn to alcohol too when you can't solve a problem."

"You're different."

"Yeah, cause I'm human."

"Exactly."

"Ass." I threw the pillow at him and he caught it playfully.

"Argh, I hate you Damon Salvatore," I chuckled lightly.

"Careful with what you say, Gilbert," He teased back and in a second he was on top of me, tickling my sides.

"No, no, no, not when I have a headache!" I groaned as I tried to push him off me.

"Not going to happen, honey," Damon smirked as he saw me fighting him off. He tickled me even harder, before capturing my lips with his.

"What's going on in here?" Another voice asked.

Stefan. Only God knows what he was thinking seeing Damon and me like… that.

None of us spoke. Stefan looked beyond disappointed.

"I knew it all along," He hissed. "I knew you'll take her away from me. Bet you're making her hate me, too."

"No Stefan it isn't like that…" I started to say, but Stefan interrupted.

"How can you deny what I just saw? He kissed you, Elena. And I bet this isn't the first time."

I bit my lip again and Stefan turned away. "I'm done with both of you. I'm out of here."

I hurt Stefan.

I hurt Damon.

I didn't deserve any of them, because who ever I was going to choose the other one is going to get hurt.

Damon didn't say a word to me.

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The rest of the afternoon was quiet. It was only at about 9.45 that everyone came into the house. Stefan didn't speak to me.

"When do we have to go?"

"At eleven," I said nervously.

After a few minutes I ran to Alaric.

"Alaric, I want you to take this," I handed him John's ring; the one he had gave me the day he died. "I want you to be safe."

"I can't take that, Elena. It's your father's… for your child."

"Right now you need it," I insisted and pressed it on his hand. "Please take it."

He nodded for a while and wore the ring.

"Stefan we need to talk about that…" I confronted Stefan.

"Talk about what? How he kissed you or how you are falling in love with him?"

"Stefan, it's not like-It's just…" I couldn't get the words out because I wasn't sure myself.

"I love you, Stefan. But Damon and I have bonded… I know he loves me. And I can't deny my feelings."

He took his last sip of scotch and left me. When I turned my face I saw Damon.

"What do you want, Elena?" He asked me sincerely.

"I don't know…" I cried. "Right now all I want is to actually live through this, not making this kind of decision like I'm deciding which flavor of ice cream I want!"

Tears ran down my cheeks, staining my top. Damon wiped one away.

"You'll have to decide soon, Elena. And you know that."

"It's time," Bonnie interrupted us. "Lockwood Cellar." She squeezed my hand.

"Ready?"

"Not really," I took a long breath.

"When I say something, you'll obey it," Damon suddenly said very seriously. "If I say run, you'll run."

I didn't get the chance to say anything because we heard a choking sound from the parlor.

"The elixir doesn't work on me," Charlotte said vomiting and coughing.

Katherine had taken the elixir too with a blank expression in her eyes.

"I'll just be dead then," Charlotte looked at me with sincerity in her eyes, "Take care of them, Elena. I know you're worth dying for."

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The night was cold and as we got out from the car we all had our hearts beating fast, not knowing if we are going to survive this.

"Hello, my lovelies," Klaus's dark voice greeted.

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