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Elena sat down on her bed and pulled at her hair. She didn't understand it. Damon was in love with her, and now she knew she was in love with him, but he wouldn't even give her the time of day. Why? What has she done wrong?

"As cute as it is to see you go bald, stop that." A voice said behind her. She felt her bed dipped down from the weight of the person. Elena didn't even jump. It didn't surprise her that he was here.

"Go away, Damon. You made your point. I'm not wanted." She stood up, and shook off his hands and walked to her mirror. She picked up a brush and started to get the tangles out that she had put in her hair by all the pulling she had done. Damon watched her for a moment then stood up. He slowly walked up behind her and grabbed the brush from her hands and started to brush her hair for her.

"Elena," He breathed her name softly, that she almost didn't hear it. "You are wanted by every single guy that knows you. Never say, you aren't wanted." He looked at her reflection through the mirror and met her eyes. She blinked at him and looked away.

"I'm not wanted by the one person that I want." She told him.

"I'm sure Stefan still wants you, somewhere deep down." He told her, and pulled the brush through a tangle.

"Damn it, Damon. I'm not talking about your brother!" She hissed at him and tried to turn to face him, but he placed a hand on her shoulder and kept her from turning to face him.

"It's always Stefan, Elena. Always. I'm never the one. You think you want me, but remember who I am. The bad guy."

"You think you are the bad guy. You're not."

"I am the bad guy, Elena! I've killed people for fun. I've toyed around with girls like they are nothing, because to me they are nothing." He looked her in the mirror, watched and felt as she shook her head at him. "You're different now."

She watched as his eyes flashed and he threw the brush at the mirror, which shattered it. Glass hit Elena, cutting her. She jerk away from the flying glass as best as she could.

"Damon!" She growled at him, and twisted her way out of his hand. Damon stopped. When Elena turned, his eyes were dark with want. Want for her blood "Damon. . ."

"Shut up, Elena." Then he attacked her neck.