So what did Damon want?

Damon stared at the paper for a while, pondering how best to answer it. He could feel Elena's stare boring holes in his head as he studied the note. Well, might as well mess with her, he thought.

That's all you ever talk about anymore. Damon, Damon, Damon. I'm tired of it. Is there something between you two? Tell the truth.

He was still smirking as he handed it to the person next to him, who in turn gave it to Elena. He watched as she read his bold calligraphy and as her jaw dropped. He snorted. Elena read it again and clenched her pen. When she wrote, it was with anger. Damon avoided her gaze as she passed the note back to him, pretending to be absorbed in Alaric's lecture on World War II. It was strange seeing the guy teach. This was the man he killed, drank with, and stood by while fighting a house of angry vampires. He was probably the closest thing he had to a friend in this town. The note flew on his desk, and Damon excitedly unfolded it. He didn't know why he was excited. Even if Elena did feel something for him, she wouldn't admit it in a note to Stefan.

Stefan, you know I hate him. He killed my brother. And it doesn't matter that I still ca- So yes, there is something between us. Hate. I thought you trusted me… ?

Damon sighed as he read her angry jagged writing. It wasn't like he expected anything else.

Calm down. I was just being jealous because most girls are attracted by him and his beautiful body and ignore me. It's strange to me that you're not.

Why would any girl be attracted to him? He's an asshole. And I love you Stefan. Don't ever think otherwise. Elena + Stefan forever! 3

This was counterproductive, Damon thought as he read the note. It was completely depressing him.

"Stefan? Elena? Do we have a problem?" Damon looked into the slightly amused eyes of Alaric.

"No we're fine, Ric. I mean Alaric. I mean Mr. Saltzman." Damon smiled brightly and folded his hands. Alaric gave Damon a confused look. "Note please. And I'd like to see you two after school."

Damon sighed and reluctantly handed him the letter. Elena's eyes widened in embarrassment as Alaric read the note. Alaric's brow furrowed in concentration and worry. "So…the Americans moved onto…" He folded the note and put in his back pocket.

Damon doodled idly again on his notebook. The class passed away quickly, and Damon smiled in relief as the final bell rang. Hah! He thought. That was actually pretty easy. And I only have 3 detentions… He closed his notebook quicky, hoping no one saw his doodles of Elena's name…

He gave Elena a small smile as they stood up and walked to Alaric. He was straightening up papers as they approached, and barely looked up at the sound of their footsteps.

"Um…" Elena began, but Alaric cut her off.

"Look, I know that I'm not exactly your average teacher," He said. Damon snorted. "But that doesn't give you permission to walk all over me in class."

"I'm sorry." Elena said. "Its just-Stefan and I…Um…well you see, Damon…uh…"

"Stefan why don't you go on ahead? I want to talk Elena alone."

Damon frowned. What did this teacher want? Was it about the note? Him? He smirked at that thought. "Sure. I'll meet you at your locker, Elena." He leisurely exited the room, closed the door and pressed his ear to the cool wood. Damn these bunny senses! He couldn't hear a word. With a frustrated groan, he stormed down the school hallway, ruthlessly slamming any startled freshman out of his way.

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Stefan sat on the porch of Bonnie's house, head buried in his hands.

"Damon? What are you doing here?" Stefan looked up and met Caroline's curious and disgusted eyes, her hands on her hips. Stefan sighed silently. He was completely tired of everyone hating him.

"Just…sitting." He said, debating internally whether to tell Caroline about the whole switching thing. He liked and trusted her, but he knew she didn't feel the same for Damon.

"On Bonnie's porch?" Caroline pursued carefully and with slight trepidation. With a sinking feeling, Stefan realized she was scared of him. Her eyes flicked from him to the door, as if weighing her chances if she could make it without any trouble. He also noticed she was carrying a small package. Soup.

"Care, there's something I need to tell you…"

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"Are you going to tell me where we're going yet?"

"You know the whole point of a surprise is that I don't tell you." Damon said, as he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. The radio played softly in the background.

Elena slumped in her seat, but brightened up suddenly. "Oh! I love this song." She closed her eyes happily. Damon began to hum it, and she opened her eyes in surprise.

"Are you…humming?" she asked, awed.

Damon gave her a charming smile. "Maybe…" Elena gave him a questioning look, but he left it at that.

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"This isn't exactly what I imagined."

"Me either." Damon said, a big grin on his face. He just drove around until he found an interesting building. He was excited, for he hadn't been on a date in more than a hundred years. He had no idea what to do. He only picked out a girl, brought her somewhere secluded, and fed from her along with…other things. But Elena was ordinary girl. He wanted her, and for more than a one nighter. Far more than that.

Elena looked around, doubt on her face. "An arcade? Aren't we a little old for that?"

"Technically, I'm old enough to be dead twice over."

Elena chuckled. "Whatever. We'll stay a little bit. I kinda always wanted to do this. Jeremy used to come here all the time, and I only came to drag him back home." Damon smiled. He loved the light in her eyes. It was something he didn't see much of these days.

"Well what are you waiting for? Let's go!" They laughed, and holding hands, ran into the crowd.

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It was the most fun Elena had in a long time. She had no idea Stefan could be this…amazing. She was having the time of her life. It was certainly not the nice long romantic date she had imagined. But in some ways this was better for her.

Stefan seemed nervous at first, which Elena found absolutely adorable, but a little strange. He knew what he was doing however. Especially at skeeball.

Elena had rolled the ball, but it had flopped pathetically in the no point zone. Stefan chuckled at her.

"Like you could do better." She said, arms crossed.

"Watch me." Stefan said, eyebrows raised, and a smirk on his face, quickly snapped the ball up the ramp. It landed elegantly in the highest point hole, and he gave Elena a knowing look as the tickets shot out of the slot.

"Cheater." Elena pouted. It was pretty dumb to challenge a vampire . "I bet I could beat you at racing."

"You're on."

After they were done, they turned in their humongous pile of tickets and traded it in for a big black wolf, which Stefan graciously handed to Elena. "Here you go m' lady."

Elena curtsied. "Why thank you Mr. Salvatore." Their eyes met and they both burst out into laughter. Elena felt amazing, like she was a little kid again. She hugged the wolf closer. "Well, tonight was fun…" she said.

"Woah. Wait a sec. We're not done yet."

Elena brightened up instantly. "Really?"

"Yep. You hungry?" Elena nodded. "Well let's go somewhere special."

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Damon towed Elena into the bar, secretly delighting in the surprise, pleasure and confusion that flashed across her face. "Are we at a bar?" she asked, throwing him an absolutely bewildered look. He nodded back eagerly.

"Yeah. I wanted a drink." Elena's face got even more confused and Damon mentally cursed himself. Damn it! It was so easy to be himself around Elena, but she was smart, and he had to be careful. In his back pocket, his phone buzzed again, but Damon ignored it. He didn't want to talk to Brood pants right now. It would only remind him who he really was. What he didn't have. He just wanted to have this one night with Elena. One night, for he knew he would never have her again.

The bar was one of his favorites. Mostly because it was loud enough to block any thoughts from his head. Second because it had the best drinks in town. He led Elena through the dancing throng and to a table in the darker corners of the restaurant. Elena was still eyeing him strangely, and he mentally prepared himself for the barrage of questions sure to come. But Elena stayed silent.

The waitress came quickly and they ordered food. Suddenly Damon felt lightheaded. The noise faded around him, dying away except for one single heartbeat and fast rush of blood through veins. Damon breathed in, and took in the most exquisite scent he had ever known. Without thinking, he stood up and let his legs carry himself to the source of this delectable, intoxicating scent. He ignored Elena's confused calls.

He came to a stop in front of a woman, tears running in rivers down her cheeks. She was cradling her wrist, in which a steady stream of blood was flowing down, dripping into her barely there white blouse.

Blood.

Damon brought his hand to his mouth. He could feel his fangs slowly extending, poking slightly into his bottom lip. His eyes were glued to a single drop of a perfect drop of red blood. Time seemed to slow as he followed it as it slowly dropped onto her shirt. He never wanted blood more in his life. He could barely hear a small voice in the back of his head, warning him that it wouldn't be right to grab this woman, sink his fangs into her neck, and drain her dry. But he didn't just want this. He needed this. He slowly leaned in…

"Stefan! Stefan, no!" Her small angelic voice floated quietly over the din, but Damon heard it as loud as if she were screaming in his ear.

He jerked back, nearly stumbling into Elena's arms. "Stefan…why?" she whispered, stroking his hair carefully.

Damon sighed slowly. "I'm sorry. I wouldn't have done it." He looked carefully into her eyes, and he could've sworn he saw a deep annoyance. But before he was sure, it was gone.

They stared at each other. Slowly in the background, soft music drifted out. The dance floor cleared, and a soft hush fell over the bar. "Can I have this dance?" Damon asked before he could stop himself, his voice soft and husky.

Elena watched him, indecision on her face. "I thought you hated dancing." She said simply.

"Not with you."

Elena cocked her head, and with a slight smile, offered her arm. He hooked it with his, and fought back the raging memories.

They reached the dance floor and Damon held her carefully, gingerly. And slowly, they began to sway.

As they danced, Damon felt a funny feeling go through him. A warm feeling. Without thinking he began to whisper the words to the song.

"I can be your hero baby. I can kiss away the pain, oh yeah. I will stand by you forever. You can take my breath away…" In the dim red light, Elena's eyes seemed to shine brighter. Without a word, she leaned her head on Damon's shoulder, causing him to stiffen. They stopped swaying, standing quietly as the last lingering notes slowly faded away.

In Damon's back pocket, his phone buzzed again. He quickly jerked out of his haze.

What was happening to him? He was turning into a sap, singing songs as they slowly danced…Maybe…maybe… and then it hit him.

He was turning into Stefan.

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Or is he? Mwahahaha. Aaah I lovee that song. And Enrique…lol. Well, seems like my story is just about wrapping up. Got only a few chapters left. Oh! Book reference in here! Anyone catch it? Tell me! I'd also like to thank all my wonderful reviews last chapter. They made me laugh, especially EtherealDemon's! I know right? haha. Anyway, review and tell me what you thought. Love ya!

Oh! Before I forget the latin was… teacher: give me the strength to move on. Damon: I have no idea. My latin is bad.

Yeah…mine is too so don't kill me if I'm wrong lol.