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Hello everyone! This is my take on what should happen in season 4. I don't know about all you Delena fans but I was extreamly pissed when Elena choose Stefan. It was so heartbreaking. Well we can't loose hope though because a lot of things that went on in that episode appears to lead to a Delena ending :D Anways I hope you enjoy this story.

Damon

Elena wasn't dead, she was in transition. I don't know what I should feel, but relief was a prominent part. Despite the overwhelming relief I felt that Elena is alive, I felt a deep sadness settle over my heart. Elena never wanted this, she wanted to live a life where she would grow up, get married, and have kids the whole bit. Now she's thrust into a life she never wanted.

"Where's Elena?" I demanded Meredith, I needed to see Elena with my own eyes and make sure she is okay. Despite our last conversation and the crushing pain she delivered with her words, I still need to see her.

"She's in the morgue" The minute the words left her mouth I took off towards Elena. I navigated my way towards the morgue. I burst into the room and stopped dead in my tracks. My dead heart dropped at the sight, Stefan was whispering comforting words into her ear as she cried on his shoulder. Both of their heads snapped up at my loud entrance.

"Damon..." Elena's voice cracked as she whispered my name. I went to go comfort her when I remembered she chose Stefan, not me and anyways he is already comforting her. I watched as Stefan leaned in and kissed her forehead, an overwhelming sense of rage took over my body as I jolted foreword. I grabbed Stefan and threw him against the wall.

"This is your fault, you did this!" I told him, my voice pure ice. Stefan stood up and had the audacity to look guilty. I needed to let my frustration and heart break out on someone so I punched that guilty look right off his idiotic little face.

"Damon stop" Elena's angelic voice pierced through my heart, always protecting her precious Stefan. I looked at Stefan with disgust and contempt. It's his fault Elena has to make a choice between death and living for eternity as a vampire. I might sound hypocritical, but I did it to save her life because there was no other way. In this situation there was another way, she could have still been human.

"It's your entire fault that she is dead, you could have saved her" Stefan just shook his head and looked down at the ground. He walked over to Elena and laced their hands together, my eyes narrowed at the contact. I reminded myself that she chose Stefan.

"She wanted me to save Matt first" his voice held a deep sadness; I scoffed at Stefan's stupidity. Obviously Stefan doesn't care if Elena dies, as long as he respects her decision. I couldn't detain the disgust in my voice "And you listened to her, God Stefan how stupid are you?" I couldn't believe that Stefan chose Matt over Elena that is the difference between Stefan and me. I will always choose Elena, even if it makes her hate me forever.

Elena let go of Stefan's hand and walked up to me "Damon it's what I wanted," her eyes pleaded with me to understand her decision. I deflated as her hand found its way to my cheek, I wanted to be angry at her constant martyr acts, but I just couldn't be mad at her.

"Elena..." I whispered as her hand caressed my cheek. I got lost in her doe eyes; I wanted nothing more than to kiss her lips that were mere inches away from mine. A throat cleared and the connection was broken, she pulled back as if my skin burned her. She walked back over to Stefan like a good little girlfriend she is.

I felt all the pain of her words earlier come back to me "no matter what I feel for you...I never un fell for him" those words tore me apart. I wasn't enough for her compared to Stefan. I was never good enough, I was never enough. I looked around and noticed we're still in the morgue.

"Why don't we all head back to the boarding house, we can't stay in the morgue" I told them as I made my way towards the door and walked out without looking back. If Elena decides to die then I will gladly meet the sun, but if she decides to turn I will stay until she can control her blood loss and then I will be on my way.

If she can let me go then I will have to learn to let her go.

Elena

I watched as Damon left the room, I felt my heart breaking for him. I never wanted to hurt him, but I couldn't continue to string them along. I needed to choose one and I did. Stefan grabbed a hold of my hand and we walked out of the hospital and into the night air. Stefan's car was parked closest to the entrance; we got in and made our way to the boarding house.

As we walked into the house I immediately walked into the parlour and searched for Damon. I felt a trickle of disappointment that he wasn't there. Stefan came in behind me and walked me over to the couch, we sat down and the room was engulfed in silence. The silence made me feel awkward; I couldn't help but think that I never felt awkward with Damon.

"Elena..." Stefan's voice penetrated the silence that took over the room. I turned my body towards his, my left leg curling under me. Before I could ask him what, he took my face in his rough hands and kissed me. The kiss was gentle and familiar. The feel of his lips reminded me of what it was like when we were together and I missed his kisses, but I couldn't help thinking that it lacked something.

Stefan pushed my body down onto the couch as he hovered over me. I continued to let him kiss me. His lips trailed from my neck down to my chest, my breath stopped when a flash of Damon's lips trailing the same path flashed through my mind. I gasped at the memory of Damon's mouth consuming mine, kissing me passionately. His love consumes me and scares me, the intensity scares me.

"God, Elena I missed this." Stefan's voice penetrated my thoughts of Damon and brought me back to the present and it wasn't Damon's lips kissing me, touching me, it was Stefan. I shouldn't be thinking about Damon when I choose Stefan.

"Sorry to interrupt your guy's sexcapade, but in a couple hours Elena will be dead if she doesn't drink blood" Damon's voice was a shock to my system. I shot up and pushed Stefan off of me and the look in Damon's eyes will haunt me forever. He looked like he was in physical pain; I felt guilt tear through me.

I looked down at myself and noticed just what Stefan was doing while I was in my own little world, my shirt had ridden up exposing my stomach and my jean buttons were undone. I quickly pulled down my shirt and buttoned up my pants.

I looked up and tried to catch Damon's eyes, but he looked everywhere except at me. I felt shame rip through me. Damon almost caught Stefan and I technically dry humping each other on the couch, pain tore through my system at the thought of Damon's being in pain.

I wanted to run up to him and wrap him in my arms, shielding him away from all the pain in the world but I can't since I'm the one causing his pain. He finally looked at me, his amazing blue eyes boring into mine.

"So what's it going to be Elena?" his voice was cold, my heart broke at what I was doing to him. I was a monster for hurting him. I let him go and choose Stefan, but why does it feel like I made the biggest mistake of my life?

A/N: So...? What did you think? Pleaseeee leave a review. Oh and if you guys have any suggestions for this story feel free to tell me.