Vampire Diaries: It Will Always Be Damon

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Damon stared deeply into Elena's deep brown eyes.

"Are you okay? How are you feeling?" She shot off the couch and into his arms.

"No...I never wanted this Damon." She cried. He ran his fingers through her hair in comfort.

"Shhh...it's going to be alright. I'm going to teach you everything I know, you'll be okay. I promise." She nuzzled into his neck, curling into his chest as he picked her up to cradle her. He walked her slowly up the stairs to h.is bedroom and once again laid her in his bed. He kissed her forehead and told her he'd go get her a bloodbag. When he reached the doorway she called out to him.

"Damon?" He turned and gave her a half hearted smile, not used to seeing her like this.

"We don't have time for chit-chat, Princess. I need to get you fed, then we can talk, okay?" What she said next stopped him in his tracks.

"I remember." She whispered. His heart froze and he took a deep breath, preparing for what she might say.

"So what? I doubt it really changes things." He said nonchalantly, keeping his walls up for safe measure. She almost looked hurt.

"Damon it changes everything...if you hadn't compelled me to forget those things I would have made different choices...and it's sad because I bet you don't even know do you?" He walked back into the room and took her roughly by the shoulders, doing the thing with his eyes that he knew drove her crazy.

"What don't I know, Elena?" It came out harsher than he meant for it too and she flinched. She looked as if she were about to cry, but she smiled up at him.

"I love you, Damon. And despite everything that's happened between me and Stefan...I know he wasn't the right choice. I've known for a while now...I just didn't know how to say it...I choose you, Damon. It'll always be you." Damon swallowed hard and got dangerously close to Elena's face, stopping when their foreheads touched. Elena shivered when their eyes met, unsure of what all he was feeling.

"Promise me one thing, Elena. Promise me that you mean it when you say that it will always be me, because if you turn right around and leave me for Stefan...that's it. I will officially be done, no humanity left, not an ounce. Don't do that to me." She placed her hands on the side of his face.

"No more Stefan. I want only you, I want to be with you forever." She whispered. That did it for Damon. He crushed his lips hard against hers, everything he'd felt for her since day one flooding into one act. No one had ever chosen him, not before now.

"Finally." He breathed as he pulled away from her.

"I knew you couldn't resist me for much longer, girls always fall for the bad brother." He said with an arrogant smirk. While his words weren't exactly romantic, she saw the playfulness behind his eyes and just grinned at him.

"Don't make me regret it Damon." He winked at her and promised to be right back, exiting the room to fetch her dinner.

Damon was particularly happy now that he'd finally gotten what he wanted, so it came as no surprise that he avoided Stefan who had just walked into the house. He wasn't going to let his brother ruin this mood. He grabbed two bloodbags and hurried back to his room, sitting beside Elena to share the experience with her. She snuggled into his side and he whispered "Bottoms up." They both downed a bag, completing Elena's transition, and then he wrapped her in his arms as she dosed off. He felt so at peace...he hadn't been that happy or content in over a century.

"I'll teach you to hunt properly when you wake up, okay?" She just nodded sleepily, eager for the long night to come to an end with a good sleep. Stefan walked in right about then. He gave Damon an icy look.