Follows Down The Rabbit Hole. Probably won't happen, but you never know.
The sound struck him harder than any blow from a hunter.
It was faint and echoed through the caves and only the ears of a vampire could detect it.
The mournful keen of pure grief filled Damon's ears and all his breath was sucked from his chest.
He knew who it was who was crying.
Elena.
He shot to his feet and ignored the exhaustion an pain of his almost healed wounds, disappearing down the shaft just as Rebecca was about to speak.
Pouring on the speed and navigating his way through the tunnels on pure instinct (later, he would realize that some part of him would always find its way to her).
Skidding around the final corner, he stopped dead as he took in the sight before him.
His heart thudded in shared grief as he watched the girl he loved hunch over the body of her dead brother.
The wailing keen Damon had hear had faded to nothing more than intermittent sobs. He moved forward slowly, absently taking note of Stefan as he sat next to Bonnie, fangs just moving to his wrist.
Damon crouched next to Elena and rested a tentative hand on her back.
When she finally looked up at him, the lost and empty eyes that stared at him chilled him to the bone.
"I will kill her," she rasped.
"Who?" Damon asked softly.
"Katherine."
He paused for a long moment.
"I'll help you," he promised. And pulled her tight to his chest.
