~COGNIZANCE THROUGH CHIMERA~
A/N: A huge hello to all you amazing readers! This is my first published fanfic...I'm not sure where will this go, but I sure HOPE you all love it! This goes by my theory that Elena will only realize her true feelings for Damon if she's REAL CLOSE to losing him...I guess most of the others agree with me on this fact! :D
Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own the Vampire Diaries...else Delena fans would be long extinguished from their misery -.-
PAIRINGS: Damon/Elena
Rating: T (For now)
CHAPTER 1:THE DREAM SEQUENCE
And I
I'm desperate for you
And I
I'm lost without you
For I am convinced that neither death nor life,
Nor angels nor principalities nor things present nor things to come,
Nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing,
Will be able to separate us from the love
- Breathe by David Hodges Ft. Amy Lee
Darkness was reigning over her senses while the vague stench of dried blood hung in the air like an acrid pallor. She was engaging in a futile attempt to break free from the sturdy, metal bondage cuffs that rendered her hands and feet stagnant. A poignant sensation of weakness was gripping her physique and it took all her restraint to not succumb into it.
Why am I here..? She wondered. Waves of confusion and exhaustion were overwhelming her as she struggled with the bonds, trying to keep her psyche vigilant and alive by spinning yarns of questions within her mind framework.
A surreal image appeared in front of her in the spur of moment and she discovered herself standing face-to-face with...
...Herself?
Only this reflection had her mouth curled into a provocative smirk with malice glistening in her brown, doe-like eyes which were boring into hers sinisterly.
Katherine…She mouthed.
The reflection in question merely tilted her head in amusement and regarded her with mock coercion. She stepped aside, a little to the left, seemingly providing her with better access as to what lay beyond.
A horrifying sight beheld her eyes.
Two male figures were strapped to two poles, respectively, with tightly wound ropes, linking them firmly in place. They both had their heads hung low, starkly indicating their aggravated states of physicality. One of them lifted his head up to meet her gaze.
Elena.
His voice reverberated of melancholic certainty, as if vigilant beforehand of the doom that was destined to come into their path. His dark-green eyes, as green as the leaves of an oak tree…his angelic, beautifully sculpted face –was all she needed in this terse instant to bask in warmth, however infinitesimal the moment may be.
Stefan…
He gave the impression to hear her whisper by a slight smile lighting up his gentle features. But the incandescent glow radiating from them instantly disappeared as he gradually turned his face towards the other captive tied in a similar way to the other pole.
A soft brush of dark hair…as he lifted his head up with a plodding pace, his strikingly captivating cerulean-blue eyes focused on her brown, dilated ones.
At once, she felt a tumultuous brandish of agony awash her. She cringed in pain at the wrought sensations. When she glanced at him again, she witnessed a feat akin to hers being experienced by him.
It was as though his emotions were been simultaneously entrapped and synchronized with hers.
She closed her eyes and concentrated profoundly on ebbing the obnoxious sensations coursing her body. She cast her eyes towards him again.
This time, the only emotion making its way rapidly through her insides was a very simple one.
Hatred.
Simple…yet so perverse.
The reflection to which she had assigned the name Katherine slowly made its way towards the wretched object of the girl's intended hatred. The movements it made were temperamental and similar to that of a malevolent spirit –eerie, smooth and exhibiting callous grace. It allocated itself beside the figure, and a sullen whisper floated through the air, like thick mist on an astringent winter.
Damon.
Elena flinched at the mere mention of the name, her abhorrence increasing in its pulsation till bright, red spots were appearing in the peripheries of her vision. An echoing growl emitted from her throat and her lips curled up in her disgust as she sent paralyzing glares to the male figure, while flashes of a repugnant memory filled her mind.
Lips forcibly moving against hers…
The coldness and ire in his icy-blue eyes at her lack of compliance…
It's always going to be Stefan!
His aghast, beyond shattered expression, devoid of hope…
The distinct snap of her brother's neck…
His agony, her agony…
You've lost me forever.
The figure subjected to these glares did not attempt to dodge the girl's repugnance. His expression was of sheer resignation…and those exquisite eyes were submerged in cavernous depths of despondency. Nevertheless, he attempted to convey his contrite and embryonic love towards her by mouthing three, unadorned words.
I am sorry.
Elena was perturbed by this apology. She struggled with the gush of sadness that surged through her, almost extinguishing the detestation she was feeling for him. She felt his agony again–the compressive pain threatening to gnaw and tear at her chest. In the deep recesses of her mind, she was vaguely aware that hatred wasn't the only intense emotion she felt for him.
It also involved compassion.
On the spur of the moment, she saw her reflection grasping an object in its hands.
A jagged wooden stake protruded from its fingers.
It slowly, leisurely, placed it on Damon's chest. The very instant the stake was positioned over his chest, Stefan, who had managed to provide the momentary comfort to Elena, vanished in plain sight.
Thus, she found herself glimpsing at only one male figure now, in addition to her mirror-image which was gazing at its victim with a fervent hunger in its empty, soulless eyes, teasing his anticipations by twirling and caressing the stake lightly on his torso. A building apprehension was beginning to manifest itself in the girl's mind, as her mind-numbing emotion of hatred seemed to seep out of her body almost immediately. These emotional developments were leaving her in the truest state of befuddlement.
At precisely that moment, her confused eyes met the eccentric ones of her reflection. As though seeking consent, its eyes stared at her questioningly.
I am going kill him, Elena…
The ominous version of her own voice resounded in her mind and her abounding apprehension increased at overwhelming rates. As the stake was raised in the air, ready to be plunged right inside his heart, a tidal wave of shock took command of her system, a strangled wheeze escaping her throat.
No…
She made a forlorn attempt to wrench free from her metal bonds, frantically twisting and tugging at her hands. To her utter elation, they broke free and she practically lunged to stop the fatal blow of the imposing stake.
But she didn't reach her desired spot.
Her lunging body fell flat against an imperceptible barrier. She was so close to filching the deadly weapon away from the evil-incarnate's hands, so close to him, but the invisible wall prevented her from doing so. All she could do was watch as the stake made its way through his heart, and there was nothing was helplessness crushing and weighing her down as she frenetically clawed at the blasphemous barricade. Giving up, she gradually sank down to the cool, hard surface of the ground beneath her.
She couldn't lose him…not this way. She was caught by surprise as she compared her current emotions from the ones she was experiencing moments ago.
You care for him…a voice whispered to her from an unseen source. It was…her voice? Nevertheless, the feminine voice continued to murmur to her. The hatred you try to induce is just a false facade you bear to shield your true feelings for him…because it is a huge profanity to feel such things for him…to even feel for him. But you cannot control it…so stop trying.
Accept it. Face it.
She was nodding unconsciously and she glanced to meet his eyes. Just the second the stake pierced through his heart, his lips formed the caressing whisper of three, exquisite words…
I love you.
Her eyes widened, bewildered and before she could decipher the splendor of those sweet syllables, she heard the poignant thwack of the wooden wager as it was plunged mercilessly into his heart by the demonic form of Katherine…
His eyes closing, the softest of smiles playing on his unblemished lips…
His beautiful pale skin, turning whiter and paler as all the color drained from his visage…
The gray veins spreading throughout his face like the gruesome, rapidly-growing branches of a tree…
She let out a strident, chilling scream.
"Damon!"
Elena screamed and sprung up from her bad in her fright. Her forehead was covered with a thick sheen of sweat and her breaths were coming out in ragged gasps, as if she had just completed a triathlon.
And the pain, oh, the gut-wrenching pain…
She reflexively wrapped her arms around her trembling torso, and rocked her body back and forth; mimicking the movements of an old, scruffy rocking chair, as she silently beseeched the pain to ebb. Her insides were incinerating and she felt as if a large chunk of her chest was being filched away from her body, leaving her hollow, so despicably hollow…
"God, no…" She choked out.
She couldn't bring herself to believe that losing him would be so intricate to deal with…after all the despicable things he had done, it just wasn't sane on her part to feel any sort of emotion other than pure revulsion towards him.
But then again, she thought. He's been very…obliging, these days. He isn't so defiant like he always seemed to be.
How much ever she tried to deny it, Elena knew that somewhere along the deep, profound recesses of her mind, she felt for him.
A fleeting glance at those exotic piercing blue, cerulean depths of his eyes would always cause her heartbeat to falter a little…
His proximity heightened her self-consciousness and stirred things that seemed almost primal to her…
The boyish charm of his smirks and chatty banters constantly managed to warm her insides and feel light-headed…
Nevertheless, she always dismissed these as trivial not-to-be-taken-into-consideration sensations. She loved Stefan, was in love with him and forever would be. He was the better, worthier brother –nothing would ever change that.
Once thing was certain, however: She had lied to him that fateful night.
There was definitely something going on between the two of them.
And she knew it wasn't in her control to put a stop to that irrefutable something.
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*blows kiss*
