I sat on the bed and watched the guys. Stefan just stood with is arms crossed. He was clearly not happy about what was on the agenda. I watched Damon's exuberant confidence diminish at a quick pace. He lapped the floor over and over mumbling to himself. Stefan cut his eyes to the side and watched his brother with growing concern.
"Damon, what's wrong?" I finally asked. He stopped and turned looking nervously to me and then to Stefan. Stefan's eyes narrowed.
"Seriously Damon, what's going on?"
Damon stood with the deep frowned expression. Staring off through the french doors.
"I've done this so many times.....but this time...I'm scared." Damon said.
"Yeah, reckless behavior feels a lot different when you care about someones well being....for once." Stefan mumbled.
"Well thank you for the opportunity." Damon said sarcastically gesturing towards me.
Stefan rolled his eyes.
"Which part are you afraid of?" I asked. Damon took a couple of steps to me.
"Well, all of it. But the dying part is probably the part I'm most worried about. You drink my blood. Then you die, you come back and then you need to ...well we'll get to that part later." He mumbled.
"How are you going to kill me?" I asked. Damon and Stefan both flinched in horror.
"Well, let's see Damon, you have plenty of experience in blatant murder, what are some of your favorites?" Stefan asked, oozing with sarcasm.
"Go to hell Stefan." Damon growled beginning to pace the floor again. Stefan smiled and began listing off Damon's darker deeds.
"Let's see there's stabbing, breaking the neck...I really do think that's your specialty. Pushing off very high things, their was that one guy-"
"Shut it Stefan! I mean it!" Damon yelled suddenly pushing Stefan backwards.
"Guys cut it out!" I shrieked. I couldn't stand Stefan purposely trying to hurt Damon and I couldn't stand Stefan being pushed around. I knew he was just scared himself. They turned and both looked at me, their faces falling.
"Sorry." They both said.
I suddenly let a lot of things sink in. Once again I thought back to less then a month ago and compared it to this moment. I suddenly let it sink in that compared to my life before I was now sitting in Damon Salvatore's room trying figure out how I would die. Such a strange sensation I found in picking out my own death. I looked over to the table by the bed and saw the letter opener from earlier sitting there. I leaned back and picked it up.
"This." I said holding it up like an exhibit in a court room. "Straight through my heart." I explained. Both the guys stood in shock at my weapon, their eyes glazing over no doubt imagining actually having to do it.
"Fine, it's settled then." Damon said uneasily.
He took it from my hand and handed to Stefan. "Hold this. He said. Stefan's face was like stone.
Damon came and sat down next to me on the bed. He took his fingers and tucked my hair behind my ear. He placed his cool hand on my cheek. He looked at me very seriously for a moment.
"Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?" Damon whispered. I smiled.
"Are you absolutely sure that I'm what you want?" I asked. Damon smiled.
"More than anything Elena." He nodded. Then without thinking I looked at Stefan. We exchanged a long glance with a silent communication. He knew I was asking him the same question. After a few moments he nodded once and looked to the floor.
"Okay." Damon said exhaling. He turned all the way around to face me on the bed. He reached his shaking hands up and reached behind my neck unfastening my vervain necklace.
"What are you doing?" I whispered. His face looked apologetic and he flashed a glance at Stefan, who nodded.
"Elena, I need to compel you. It will make this easier for you. I can make you not be scared, and I can help with the pain." He explained.
"Okay." I said but I felt shocked for some reason. I couldn't imagine being compelled at this point.
"Elena, do you trust me?" He whispered. I nodded. He slipped the necklace away and laid it beside him. I saw Stefan shift uncomfortably in the corner of my eye. Damon reached over and grabbed the letter opener and slashed it quickly across his wrist. Then his eyes locked on mine.
"You want to drink this. You aren't scared of anything right now, you feel very safe and comfortable with me." He said smoothly. Suddenly an overwhelming calm washed over me.
"I'm not scared." I repeated eying the ruby ribbon that had formed across his wrist. He took my chin in one hand and held his wrist to my mouth allowing it to pour in. It didn't bother me but I suddenly felt very strange, almost like a static sensation. I grew very hot and I felt a voltage like hum begin to ring through my body. His face began to twist in pain and he pulled his wrist away.
"Elena, you are not scared of me or anything I'm about to do. You want this." He said softly.
"I want this." I repeated and I did. He picked up the letter opener and began to raise it but then he got up suddenly.
"I can't do this." He said frantically. Stefan pushed him back towards the bed.
"Finish what you started." Stefan demanded.
Damon sat back down and looked at me. "I love you Elena." He said with a horrified look on his face. Then in a blur he pushed down on the bed on my back and sent the blade into my chest.