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The Choice | Delena.

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The look in her eyes, pained Damon more than he could verbally vocalized, but it was clear in his intense blue gaze. The struggle, the need and the fight against giving in to the hungry that threatened to consume you. He knew that feeling all too well and he was going to help her through this. She needed him. With an almost tender gaze to his eyes, he reached out a hand to her pale face and gently brushed her hair from her face, so he could see her fully. Shaking his head, he spoke softly, his voice kind of hoarse. “Don’t apologize, Elena. I know, trust me I know” Managing a small smile, he moved his hand to lay on top of her hand that was in his as he continued to look into her eyes. “Elena, I know how you felt about all of this before this happened, but now.” He paused for just a moment. “Now, it’s happened and there’s nothing that can be done to change it. Not as much as we would like to. I was in your shoes once, I know what that’s like. But the difference between you and I. I was forced to become a vampire by my own brother, but you. You won’t be pushed, I promise you that. But you have to understand too, that Stefan and I would do everything we can to make it easier for you. I don’t want you to die, but it’s your choice. I’m not going to lie to you, but I am going to do my best to convince you to complete the transition. But I won’t be forcing you. That will be your decision. Okay?”

As he let her process everything he just told her, he got up and walked to the windows and shut the blinds to prevent any sunlight from coming into the room. Knowing that if enough shone through, she wouldn’t have to worry about completing anything because she would be dead and he didn’t want that to happen. Walking back to the bed, he sat back down and surveyed her just laying there, a faraway look in her eye. Despite her color at the moment, she was still so beautiful. Sometimes, he would look at her and be marveled at her beauty and it would physically make him ache for things that he knew could never be. Damon knew she wanted Stefan and he had to live with that choice. It would be hard, but he in all honesty wanted her to be happy and if it was with his brother, then he would step back and be respectful of her decision. But now. It looked like things were about to change. For the better or for the worse. He didn’t know.

Elena  took a deep breath, calming herself as she always did in any bad situation. “I never wanted this. …I-I wanted to grow up. Have a family.” She tilts her head to the side, brown hair cascading in all directions. His dark gaze did not leave her face. Hard. Watchful. Sad. Even his body seemed utterly still. “Damon…” Elena was trying to use her minds ability to shove her emotions aside as it did whenever she felt threatened or confused. Her intellect took over, assessing the situation between them. “This can’t be real.” A hand reached to touch her chest, “This just can’t be happening to me.” Her dark eyes watered again and she wiped the tear away before she felt it drip down her cheek. “All I remember was that I was in the car and suddenly Rebekah.” Swallowing, she continued. “All I remember is water and my dad saying goodbye to me. It’s all such a blur.” Reaching up, she touched her head, her gums already started to hurt, as if teeth were pushing forward.

Damon made the decision so finale. How could you decide if you wanted to die or become something you don’t want to be in just a few hours? What about Jeremy? What if she was a danger to him? She sat back on the bed, trying to sort through things. Honestly, she didn’t know what to do. Dying would make her seem like a complete coward, but it was the easy way out. That way she didn’t really have to live with this guilt of being what her family was raised to slay. She thought of what Jeremy would probably go through if he lost another family member. Laying back on the bed , she watched him close the blinds, a weak smile forming her mouth while she curled up with her pillow. Even after that phone call, he still seemed protective towards her. She feared she would have lost him completely. “You know I can’t complete the transition, Damon…but…” she paused, trying to gather up some courage, watching him sit beside her. Her hand reached his, her thumb rubbing against the texture of his skin before whispering. “Can you just stay with me? I don’t want to be alone.”