Chapter 1: The Wild Kicked In
(Damon's Point of View)
Elena was crying. Not just crying, there was grief coming from her in waves. My heart hurt, seeing all of this pain on one new vampire, with no control of their emotions. And then add-on the fact that this new vamp is the love of my undead life? That just sucks. I need to help her, she's sired to me, and maybe I can help calm her down, right?
"Elena, calm down. I need you to calm down. This is what I want. I want you to calm down, relax, Elena."
"No! No, no, no! I can't! I can't! It hurts! It hurts. Make it stop, please, make it stop!" She sank to the ground, her knees buckling underneath her. Tears streamed down her face. She buried her face in her hands. I know what she was going through, I could relate a little. Her brother, Jeremy, died. The evil immortal vampire, Silas, killed him by draining him of blood because of his greedy thirst. Of course, this wouldn't have happened if Katherine came back, and practically fed him to the guy. Katherine. Man, that girl's a bitch. She ruins everyone's plans, just for herself. Selfish much?
I looked around the room. The Gilbert family house. Of course, now Elena is the only Gilbert left. Practically all of her family died, because of the supernatural, heebie-jeebies causing freaks of nature. AKA Vampires (Stefan, Katherine, Me), Original Vampires after her doppelgänger blood (Mainly the kick ass Hybrid Original, who is just about invincible), and Hybrids (Klaus' creations, using Elena's blood.). If I was Elena, I would have left Mystic Falls ages ago. But she loves Stefan, and as far as I know is in love with me, too. Oh, and she has some friends. Bonnie, the all-powerful Bennett Witch, and Caroline Forbes, the human snob now turned slightly less snobby vampire, due to a Miss Katherine Pierce. It looked just as it usually did, but I knew that it would never feel the same to Elena.
I looked to Stefan, then back at Elena. Her brown, soulful eyes were now portraying so much emotion I just wished that I could do something. I got an idea. I knew what I had to do. I held Elena as she cried and started to hold her up.
"Elena. Elena, look at me." She did, but the tears were still streaming down her face, and she was still wailing out, but quieter. An improvement, good.
"Elena, turn it off." I said.
"What? No. Damon, no," Stefan said. I silenced his protests with a glare. I looked back at my love. "Elena, turn it off. It's simple. Just flip the switch, and you won't feel anything. Elena, this is what I want. I want you to do this, for me." I kept looking straight into her eyes, sensing the change in her mind. Her eyes cleared. I couldn't see any pain in her face. I saw a blank canvas now in front of me, and the paint that was emotion would never taint her, at least, not for a while. But then I realized that the Elena I love was now on vacation, and she wouldn't be back for a while. Stefan and I will help her. We'll get her through this.
Tears no longer streamed down her face. Her eyes were still doe like and brown, but no longer soulful, filled with whatever feeling she had at the moment. Hunger was now her motive for everything she would do, now until our little, "gang," decided to give Elena her heart back. I let go of her. And she looked up at us, Stefan, Caroline, me, and examined our group like it was a test tray of raw specimens. It's not a mistake, I reassured myself. We had to do this; otherwise she'd kill herself by daybreak.