Torn & Tainted (Sequel: The End of the World)
My mind has been refreshed and I'm ready to give this story a sequel….
Warning: This will be darker and more dangerous! Nobody is safe!
If you have not read "The End of the World," please go read!
If you are a returning reader, WELCOME BACK!
Are you ready for another crazy journey?
Disclaimer: I do not own the vampire diaries
Author's Note: I haven't written in awhile so I need to know if I'm okay….just please leave a review. Thanks! I will make them longer, but this is more like the intro leading to what's to come.
Chapter 1:
Damon let his eyes open. Anyone who were to look upon them, would be blinded instantly by their beauty and intensity. His eyes were a gift of his natural attractiveness, but behind those eyes lies something more…dangerous.
His powers.
Damon was the Wildpower, cursed with the power to destroy the world. Even as he lay there in bed, he felt the power coursing through his veins. It threatened to consume him and tear him apart, causing him to become a monster.
"A monster capable of killing Elena," he thought self-loathingly.
The memories of those dark times were vague, but he remembered enough to feel the shame and guilt. What scared him more than anything was that the monster inside of him could erupt. He could become what he feared the most. He could finish what he almost let happen. He could annihilate every last species on this Earth.
The image of Elena's lifeless body caused an involuntary shudder to rush through him. He instinctively clutched his fists, feeling the passion of his anger so fiercely.
"I will never let her die. I will protect her until my last breath," he thought determinedly.
A slight feeling of sorrow filled his heart when he realized the truth.
"It is not I who does the protecting. Elena…she's the one that protects me."
Images flashed by him…images of Elena's eyes piercing into him as the feelings of her love consumed him. She saved him that day by proving that love does exist. She reconnected them…she salvaged the bond that made them soul mates.
Damon almost smirked at the phrase, but it was true. Elena and him were soul mates. Bonded forever and forever bonded. No longer could one physically live without the other. No longer were their minds and emotions separated from each other. They felt what the other felt. They were practically one.
At the moment what he was feeling was a longing for her. He wanted to hold her and caress her hair. He wanted to look into those deep brown eyes, those eyes that looked into his soul. The only eyes that actually saw him for who he truly was. As he lay there in bed, he had the sensation that the desire he felt for her was intermingled with the intense yearning she was feeling for him. He knew that she wanted him. She was desperate for him. She ached for him. Damon couldn't help, but give a smug smirk.
After awhile, these mixed emotions were too much to handle. He walked to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face. Even before he had a chance to look up into the mirror, a slight chill ran down his spine.
Something was wrong.
Damon spun around, hoping his senses would discover what it was. He looked all around the room and let his ears listen to every sound. He could hear the howling of the wind from the cracked window. He could smell the lingering scent radiating off his body. Damon turned to the mirror. His face was pale, but created a striking contrast with his plump red lips and jet black hair. His hypnotic blue eyes stared back at him.
He felt it again. There was something terribly wrong…and Damon tried to block the feeling away.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't deny that he knew what it was.