N: So, I finally made some time, forgot all about my other stories and finished this. I really hope you will like it and you will leave me one last review. Thank you to all of you who reviewed this and I couldn't answer personally.

Thank you Dez2sweet, you are sweet for doing this so fast for me?

Last one standing

"Is there anything special I have to do?" Elena asked as she was brushing her hair. She put the brush on the small table and turned around to face the other woman.

"No," Bonnie answered. "I make a circle, you step in it, I say the first part of the spell, I put the ring on your finger and after I finish the spell, you'll be…"

"Dead…" Elena offered with an ironic smile. "So, I don't have to do anything?" she asked again, just to be sure.

"Just be there."

"Could I…have a moment by myself, please?" Elena whispered and Bonnie nodded. She took her book and got out of the room, leaving Elena alone.

She was shaking so hard that she could barely hold the picture in her hand. It was a picture of her father when he taught her how to skate. She remembered falling over a dozen times, but still, that day had been the happiest day from her whole childhood. Also that day had been the only one John had spent it with her from start to finish. They went shopping in the morning, skating in the evening, and they ate at her favorite restaurant. She was 11 years old and the world was all about clothes, food and school. How it all changed…how she had changed.

Letting out a deep breath, she placed the photo on the slam table and looked at herself in the mirror. The make-up was flawless. She made it like that so Damon would like it. Seeing his wife for the first time in years will be a big event that he will remember forever…literally. She saw a few pictures of Katherine and copied her make-up. Also she noticed that she was wearing her hair curled so she did that as well. She chose a strapless blue dress, pretty much just because the color reminded her of his breathtaking eyes.

There was a soft knock on the door and she jumped in her seat. She took a deep breath before shouting 'come on in, it's not locked!' to the person on the other side.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Stefan asked making his way towards her. Only when he was a few feet away she noticed that he was holding a tray in his hands. He placed in the table in front of her.

"Nervous," she answered. "What is this?" she asked confused.

"Remember your 3rd day here?"

"What about it?"

"I gave you a piece of tiramisu and told you it's my favorite desert and you said you'll kill for a piece of cheesecake. I thought you might like some."

He opened the white container and Elena's eyes opened wide at the huge piece of cheesecake in front of her – strawberry-cheesecake. To be honest she didn't feel like eating, but she couldn't die without having one last piece of her favorite desert.

She grabbed the fork from the tray and took a big portion of the creamy cake in her mouth. It was too good for words.

"Did you make it?" she asked.

"Yes, do you like it?"

"Are you kidding me, it might be the best I've ever had," she said sincerely.

She liked Stefan. He was nice and polite and he was the one that took care of her for all the time she'd been kept prisoner. Sometimes she wished she would've fell in love with him instead of Damon, maybe than she would've stood a chance to actually get what she wanted.

"I'm glad," he said.

"Thank you, Stefan. Not just for the cake, for everything, I know I didn't make it easy for you and I was a pain, but…I was just scared and lost. I was used to getting what I want and the fact that I couldn't get back my freedom made me act like a bitch to you."

"Don't worry about it. It's not like I'm a saint…"

"Are you ready?" Bonnie asked pushing the door open.

"Yes," she said in a confident voice. Actually on the inside she was freaking out, but she kept it for herself. It's not like someone cared.

"Elena," Stefan called before she got the chance to step out of the room. "You look beautiful," he said and she smiled.

***John Gilbert's daughter***

"Be honest with me, would it hurt?" she asked and Bonnie shook her head.

"No. I'm not hurting your body so it's not going to hurt," she explained and Elena nodded as she stepped into the circle made from lighted candles.

Damon was watching them from the end of the hall. His head was pounding from the confusion. The fact was that, he had a small shock when he saw her come into the room. For a second he could swear she was Katherine. Smoky eyes, perfect curls caressing her shoulders and back, but then his eyes found hers and she wasn't Katherine. The confusion came by the time he realized he likes her better with barely any make-up on and her hair smooth and straight. He was actually scared for a moment that Katharine's back, Elena's gone and he didn't get to see her one last time.

She stepped into the circle and Damon could hear her heart beating faster. He still couldn't believe her choice to do this for him, to die so he could be happy. He wondered if Katherine would ever do that for him. Too bad he already knew the answer to that question and it wasn't positive. Bonnie started yammering something Damon recognized as a mix of Latin and Persian.

A soft wind made its way inside to play in Elena's hair and reveal her slim neck. He remembered kissing that neck and nibbling at her pulse point until she cried out his name. She gave herself to him so completely, with any hesitation. She held onto him and moaned for him, arching her back against the mattress to get closer to him. She trembled in his arms as he made her reach her sweet release and he loved the feeling of her inner muscles tighten around his length.

Bonnie closed the book and put it on the table. She grabbed a small knife and made a small cut on Elena's fingertip.

"The ring must touch fresh blood,' she explained taking the ring and placing it on Elena's trembling finger. Elena took a quick peek at the ring on her finger and smiled. It was a beautiful and unique ring, she kind of liked it.

The young witch grabbed the book again and flipped the page.

"Nice to have met you, Elena," she said taking a deep breath.

"Wait, Bonnie, wait!" Elena heard Damon's voice close to her and opened her eyes. She watched as Damon took the book from her and placed it back on the table. He stepped in front of her and offered his hand. She took it and walked out from the circle.

"Hi," he said softly.

"Hi," she answered with a shy smile.

Damon took off the ring from her finger and looked at it for what seemed like hours to Elena.

"This ring doesn't suit you, I think you look amazingly beautiful when you're wearing less make-up and I adore your hair when it's straight. This dress looks stunning on you. You told me you love me and I think I want to keep you around for a white to see if you meant it. I didn't realize this until a few minutes ago when you walked in and you looked exactly like Katherine. I realized that it's not what I want, not anymore. What I wanted was you; your sarcasm, your twisted sense of humor, your passion and courage, your devotion and kindness. I realized that not only I don't want my wife back, but I want you."

"Damon…" she whispered. Big, sparkling tears were painting her face a second later. "I was ready to die for you, you know I meant it when I said I love you…you know that, right?"

"I do."

"Do you think you'll be able to love me one day?"

"I think I already started to… I think it happened in the car when I was driving you here. That's why I was so cranky and that's why I was trying so hard to avoid you. I was trying to hate you so I won't want you so damn much. I tried to tell myself that it's all because you look like her, but it's not, it never was…"

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"I am," he said and his lips fell on hers to kiss all her fears away.

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