***Elena's Point of View***
"I am very sorry to have to tell you this, Miss Gilbert, but your blood tests have shown up rather strange." Dr. Snow's voice is so full of pain I can tell something is wrong. It looks like he has done this a million times before and has never gotten used to it. I know he is going to tell me bad news, and I am not going to like it. My hands are trembling along with my bottom lip. What I expected did not prepare me for the words that come out of his mouth. "You have leukemia, and it is too far along to cure. We can try to treat you, and it may prolong your life by a few months, but it will be painful. Not getting treatment will lead you to the same place, only quicker and less painfully. If you choose not to undergo treatment, I can prescribe some pain medication. I am very sorry Miss Gilbert."
I don't realize I fall until my knees hit the cold hard tile of Mr. Snow's office floor. Mr. Snow has already evacuated the room and I came alone, so no one is there to comfort me. I have no idea what I should do. I put my head between my legs to stop any nausea coming on. That's when I realize that I have Stefan. I can be a vampire and any trace of sickness will leave my body. I'll be whole again. I always planned on becoming a vampire. Not this soon, but eventually.
I get up off my knees and walk through the dead hospital corridors. No one was there to spy on me, so I didn't have to look like the poor tragic girl just diagnosed with cancer. Walking out of the hospital doors I feel like a new person, about to start a new life with the man I love. I giggle inwardly because what girl is happy about getting cancer except someone as messed up as me. This is my chance to put everything behind me and move on.
I arrive at the boarding house and I am certain everything is going to be okay. The door is open as usual so I let myself in. "Stefan!" I call, walking up the stairs towards his room. His door is slightly ajar. "Stefan?" I whisper. He lies in the center of his queen sized bed, hands behind his head. I creep over and lay on the bed beside him, my head on his chest. "What's wrong?'
"I can smell the sickness on you. It's consuming your sent. Did you find out what's wrong?" The concern in his voice is overwhelming. Pain is written all over his face and I know he senses death in the air but doesn't want to say anything.
"I'm going to die Stefan." My face drops and all my happiness vanishes. "I have leukemia and it's too far along. Treatment will prolong it, but it will put me in pain." I stare into his eyes as I say the next sentence. "I want you to turn me."
"No." I never in a million years expected him not to agree. There is no question in his voice, only power. I had never heard him used so much force in just one word.
"Why?" That one simple word is whispered so quietly I am surprised he could hear it. He shakes his head like I should know the answer. I'm not the one who can read minds though. Doesn't he want to be with me forever? Why date me if you aren't going to turn me.
"I didn't want this life for myself; I could never give it to you. Don't you understand? I love you, but I'd rather you die then have to live like this. Like a monster." His eyes are pleading with me not to be mad, and I'm too far past mad to care. I storm out of the room.
I don't know where I am going to end up, until I am at the door to Damon's room. There is no sound coming from inside, so I assume he is sleeping. I slowly open the door to see him passed out, sprawled in the middle of his bed. I step in the room and close the door behind me. Damon rolls over on the bed as the door clicks shut. I tip-toe over to the bed and climb in as gently as possible. It is warm and comforting. I wrap my arms around his body and lay my head on his chest, feeling the hard muscles of his abs. He is wearing nothing but his boxers, while I have my jeans and red sweatshirt from the hospital. His arms instinctively wrap around me and pull me closer.
***Damon's Point of View***
I wake up to a warm body wrapped in my arms. I glance down and realize that it is Elena, sound asleep. I gently stroke her hair, enjoying the feel of her in my arms but trying not to wake her. She looks so sound when she sleeps. All of the stress is wiped from her face. She reminds me of an angle, so peaceful in my arms. Right then a smell hits me, the smell of death. It consumes the air in my room. Her heart is still beating, but the smell overpowers her usual vanilla scent.
I shake her gently while whispering in her ear, "Elena. Wake up please." She stirs and snuggles into my chest. "Come on Elena, it's time to wake up." She picks herself off my chest, her eyes fluttering. "Elena, what's wrong, it smells like death in here." Damn it Damon, I think to myself. Tears start rolling down her eyes and I brush them away with my thumb. "Honey, what's wrong?"
She only replied with one word before breaking out in sobs. "Leukemia." That's all it took for me to wrap her in my arms and hold her tight.
"It's going to be okay." I whispered gently, not sure if it was more to me or her. I heard mumbling and pulled her back, looking into her eyes.
"No it's not. I'm going to die. The doctor said there is nothing that can save me." The next part was barely comprehensible, but I heard it. "Stefan doesn't love me. He won't turn me."
In that instant I bit my wrist and held it up to her mouth. "You should know I would never let you die."
"I know." She whispered and then lapped up the blood on my wrist, drinking it for a few minutes. Then she tossed her hair behind her neck and told me to do the same. I looked into her eyes, silently asking for permission, and she nodded. I kissed a trail down her neck, stopping at a pulse, and then I bit. I heard a soft moan escape her lips. Her blood was so perfect, angelic in quality. I felt myself growing stronger in seconds. When her heart started to slow down, I stopped and pulled away. I looked at her one more time, searching for any reason not to continue, but I found none. I snapped her neck and she fell into my arms.
***Stefan's Point of View***
I hear a snap come from down the hall where Damon's room is located. I quickly rush into his room, only to find him sitting on the bed holding Elena. She has no heartbeat and her neck lies at a weird angle. I lunge for Damon.