A/N: I apologize for the long awaited update. Let me know what you think. :3


The sound of a toilet flushing, and water running could be heard through the pipes of the old Salvatore home. Wiping her hands on the towel, Caroline forced herself to look up in the mirror. She shrunk away at the face that stared back at her, it was still Caroline, but there was a noticeable difference. At least to her there was. Her face was thinner, her skin even paler than before, the only big difference was in her breasts. She was sure they had grown at least another cup size. Thoughts swam around in her head; Am I pregnant? Could I be pregnant? No, there's no way. What if….Is it Damon's? Is Damon ready for this? Am I ready for this? She could feel tears begin to well up in her eyes, and she brushed them away. Flicking off the bathroom light, she headed back out into the foyer, Damon leaned against the mantel of the fire place, drink in hand. He seemed to be in deep thought, the flames danced across the reflection in his eyes.

"Damon?" she spoke softly, her voice dry and cracked. He turned to look at her for a moment, setting his drink down. He crossed the room towards her, carefully cupping her face in his hands. "Damo-" she began again but was silence but his lips meeting hers. After several moments, which seemed like forever, he pulled away. Their foreheads rest against one another.

"What's wrong?" he asked quietly, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"If I tell you, you'll think I'm crazy."

"What is it, Caroline?"

Silence.

"Caroline?" he prodded.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she took a deep breath. Their eyes locked, and she opened her mouth to speak. "I think that…there may be…" for a moment, she lost her voice. She couldn't tell him, she didn't want to tell him. What if he left her? What if he hated her? Slowly, tears began to fall down her cheeks and she only shook her head.

"Caroline?" Damon asked, his voice showing genuine concern. He wrapped his arms around her as she buried her face into his chest. "Just…breathe." He whispered, kissing the top of her hair. She could feel her body shake as her body was racked with sob after sob. "Breathe. Just…breathe." He repeated again. Finally, when she had finished crying she brought her eyes up to face him, her face was still red and flushed.

"What's wrong, Caroline?" he asked softly, stroking her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

Her voice was dry and cracked, hoarse. In that moment, she felt as if she might throw up, but she knew she had to tell him. He deserved to know. With her thoughts still scattered across her train of thought, she took a deep breath and nodded. "Damon, I think there's a chance that I may be pregnant."


The evening's air whipped at her flushed skin, causing her to shiver. Her head had begun to pound, and warm tears slipped down her cheeks. Hurt, betrayal, confusion. She was an emotional mess, and he was the cause of it. Her, Stefan. The one person that she thought, would never hurt her. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she continued the long walk home.

"Elena!" She looked up, hearing her name being called. Glancing over she saw Matt Donavan in his truck, slowing down and idling by her side.

"Matt?" Elena asked, disbelief in her voice.

"Get in." He said.

She nodded and climbed into the passenger side. As he parked the car on the curb, they hugged and exchanged hello's and how are yous. "Where've you been Gilbert?" he asked, a smirk on his lips.

"Oh ya know, here and there." She smiled. "And you? What about you stranger? Going to College early doesn't mean you can just forget about all of us back in Mystic Falls."

"Well, I'd never forget about you."

She smiled gently, and looked ahead of them. "Matt! Look out!"

It was quick, sudden and neither had expected it. It felt as if you were being smashed with a 2,000 ton metal object. Which, you kind of where. Her head had hit the dashboard and somewhere along the way, the car had rolled onto its side. It had all happened in about a second, though it felt like it had dragged on longer than that. The car's engine made a terrible hissing noise, and Elena felt the ground beneath her. Hard, cemented ground. Maybe this was what it felt like before you died, happy and goofy. She wasn't sure, but she knew for a fact that she could scarcely here a voice above her.

"Elena!? Elena! Elena, move. Wake up. Do something!" It shouted. Wake up? What were they talking about. She was awake, her eyes were open. "Elena!" they shouted again, their voice becoming just a bit clearer this time. Before everything blacked out, she only heard one thing. "Elena, I'm going to go get Stefan."


Damon's jaw hung open for a moment, his eyes wide. Shock. He was in shock. Though there was a chance that she wasn't pregnant, he was still in shock. Not many people could do that to him.

"Damon?" Caroline asked, worrying crossing her features.

"Sorry." He said as he shook his head. "I'm sorry, but what?"

"I sai-"

"No, I know what you said. I just don't understand how that's possible."

"That's the thing." She said, her voice etched with worry. "It isn't, yet I have all the symptoms." They sat on the couch now, both of their minds racing. Thinking.

"It's just not possible." Damon said. "Vampire's can't procreate."

"Well, then explain these." Caroline said, pointing towards her boobs. "I mean…they've gotten bigger."

"Aren't they always that big?" Damon asked sheepishly, a small smirk forming.

"No. They're not." She deadpanned.

"Right…sorry. Well, do you want…I don't know…a test?"

"At some point, yes. I think it'd be smart to get one." She said, resting her hands on her lap. " I just need to know something first." She could feel the tears welling back up again, and she looked at him.

"What?"

"Do you want it?"

"Want what?"

"The baby. If I am pregnant, we know it's yours. I still need to know though. Do you want this baby, Damon?"

"I…" He paused, trying to think of how to tell her this. That it wasn't possible and some odd witchy ju-ju thing was just happening. Or maybe this was all one big dream. He didn't want to hurt her, but he had to tell her the truth. He knew he wasn't ready to be a father, and he wasn't quite sure if he ever wanted to be one. "You know I love you Caroline, so much." He said taking her hands.

"Yes…" she whispered.

"And it's because I love you, I can't let you have this false hope." Hurt could easily be seen in her facial expressions. "I'm sorry, Caroline. I just…there's more than a fifty -fifty chance that you're not pregnant. Vampire's can't procreate, so I don't really understand how or why this is happening. If you are pregnant, of course I want this baby. It would be our child." He lied easily, smoothly. Not wanting to hurt her. He couldn't just tell her he didn't want it, that would crush her.

"You really mean it?"

A moment's pause. "Of course I do." He said, gently kissing her on the cheek. "We'll go out and get you that test tomorrow, okay?" She only nodded, resting her head against his shoulder as she eventually fell asleep.


"Elena!" The voice's were coming in and out now. This time, there were two. Suddenly, it all came back to her. Like a giant slap in the face, and she bolted upright. Sitting up on the sidewalk, she looked around, her eyes darting back and forth. "What? What…?" She found the face of Stefan, and in the distance she could see the blinking lights of an ambulance.

"Matt…where's Ma-"

"He's fine."

"Why didn't they…Why…-"

"They didn't take you with because…"

Her eyes found his, and she sighed. Where there should have been cuts and bruises on her face, she was completely fine. "Stefan, what is it?"

Silence.

"They didn't take you with because you're dead, Elena."

Silence. The silence seemed to drag on forever, until Elena broke out into sobs. She knew what this meant, she knew what was going to happen next and she didn't like it. She was still mad at Stefan, but right now, he was the only thing she had. He was like her rock, her support system.

"I'm….I'm dead?" she asked, tears flowing down her cheeks.

He only gave a grim look at the ground. They sat on the steps of the Gilbert home porch. His jacket was wrapped securely around her shoulders and arms, and he held one of her hands in his, squeezing it gently. "I…think you know what comes next."

"Stefan," she said through her sobs. "I never wanted to be a vampire. You knew that."

"Elena, I didn't know…you…you died with vampire blood in your system. Otherwise, you would have been just…just…"

"Just dead. I get it."

Stefan only shook his head, squeezing her hand once more. "You know what you have to do, Elena." He looked her in the eyes and sighed. "There is no other option. You feed or you die. You know that." She nodded, swallowing hard.

"So, which will it be?" Stefan asked.


A/N: CLIFFHANGER. Yep…I'm just that mean. xD Let me know what you thought. The next update will have your feels all over the place, I'm not kidding.

Who else is excited for this Thursday!? FINALLY, The Vampire Diaries will be back. SEASON FOUR. WOOHOO.