Elena looked at Damon with eyes that should have explained everything she was thinking. How could he not want her after all this time? He'd fawned over her, and Stefan and he had fought over her. And now, with her standing before him, begging him to love her, he didn't want her. Elena took a step forward and tried to grasp his hand, but he was faster than her and he pulled away. Damon was on the opposite side of the room.
"Damon, please," she begged. She took an involuntary step towards him and stopped when he went to move away from her again.
"Love me, Damon." she pleaded.
"I can't love you, you're a monster." He gave her one of his cocky looks.
"I'm not. I'm Elena…. Damon. I'm who I've always been."
"You're just like her. Just like Katherine."
With that he stormed out of the door, and was gone. Elena stumbled out of the door after him trying to follow him, to convince him to come back, but it was no use. He was gone.
"He'll probably never come back." Stefan said behind her. She slumped down to the stairs and out her head in her hands.
"Am I really like her, Stefan? Am I a monster?" He sat down next to her and put his hand on her lower back.
"No. You're not like her. You're strong, and caring, and beautiful," Elena stood up abruptly.
"We look exactly the same, Stefan, same dark hair, same brown eyes, and the same soft skin. On the outside we look identical; it would make sense for us to be identical on the inside too." She held up her wrist and traced the veins there. Her voice was so quiet that, if Stefan wasn't a vampire, he wouldn't have heard it, "Same blood."
