I just wanted to first say, that I am trying to tone down the use of Italics, and you'll notice there is no bold-ing of words in this chapter.

Please let me know what you think. R & R.

I could barely wrap my head around it…how did this happen? More importantly when?

"When?" I asked Stefan carefully. "When did you overstep the boundary that was specifically drawn?"

Stefan swallowed and took a seat on the plastic chair beside mine. His crystal green eyes were earnest.

"I'm only telling you this, because you're my brother. Under any other circumstance, I wouldn't betray her trust like this."

"Well, spitit out then." I urged irritably. "Don't keep me waiting."

Stefan blew out a sigh- pointless in my opinion- and locked his eyes onto mine with such intensity.

"A few days ago, you were out hunting," He began warily. "I had just come back from feeding-"

"You mean eating Bugs Bunny's babies." I retorted. Stefan's forehead creased in annoyance and ignored my comment.

" And she was on the floor. She was so weak, Damon. She was helpless."

"And, so what?" I demanded. "You just thought you'd pour you own blood down her throat?"

"No." He said firmly. "I didn't. She was losing it, Damon. She…she was in so much pain, that I talked her into drinking my blood."

"You compelled her?"

"I didn't have a choice!"

"Yes, you did! You could have called me!"

"And, what? You'd feed her yours?" He sighed again, he still looked resentful. "The fact is Damon, I did what I had-to to get her through the birth of her child."

"You obviously didn't do it right!" I accused. "Otherwise she wouldn't be lying in a hospital-bed half dead!"

"I gave her enough to give her strength. She needed it, Damon. No matter which way you look at it, I had to intervene."

I huffed in anger.

"No. You didn't." I snapped trying to wrap my head around his thoughtless and impulsive way of thinking. What a dick.

I turned to him with fire in my eyes; my voice was low and bitter.

"Did you even consider the fact that if she died during the birth of her child, that she would become a vampire by your hands?"

Stefan looked crossly at me, his tone filled with incredulous-shock. "So, what? Are you telling me, you'd rather her die as a human, than live among us as a vampire."

"I gave up everything!" I snarled. "I didn't have a choice, and that sucked." My tone was menacing. "But you already know that, brother." I said sourly. "Because you made the choice for me. I didn't want the same for Elena."

Stefan sounded contrite, resentful. "I already apologised, Damon." He said softly. "I didn't want to be alone for eternity-"

"So, what, you'd thought you drag me down with you?" I hissed. "You would have lived alone, yes, but you would have gotten over me eventually. In death it would have been better for me. Now, look at the mess we've made."

"Damon,"

"No. I've had enough, Stefan." I cut his off, my voice bubbling with unresolved rage that had been festering for longer than I'd ever care to admit. "Now, she is going to wish she had died."

"No, she won't."

"Whatever happened to the old Stefan who let Elena choose what she wanted?"

"He's gone, Damon." He replied gravelly. "Dead. Just as a vampire should. I did what was right."

"No!" I bellowed. "You. Were. Wrong. Wrong-er than anyone ever has been in this fucked-up place we call Mystic Falls."

I paused for a moment to stop myself from going over the edge, but my mind ticked with something. Part of me didn't want to say it, but part of me was happy to say so.

"Elena will hate you for this." I told him. "And I won't condemn her for feeling that way."

Do you want Elena to be a vampire under Stefan's hands? What do you think of his compulsion?

There will be a new chapter soon, I have already thought of the story, but I'd really like some input.

Thanks.

-Celeste