Authors note; Okay, so this is just something I threw together while listening to Aly and AJ/78Violet's Chemicals React. Thought it would fit the impossibl love thing theme of Immortals, so it's kind of songfic on that too. It's set somewhere in the third book, before Ever met Jude. Also, it's my first story here so... It's probably gonna suck . . But if it doesn't, enjoy! : D

Ever sat in her room. Tears were streaming silently down her full pink cheeks. Her vision was clouded

as she stood up, walked over to her drawer and started roaming inside it. She didn't have to look

hard to find what she was looking for; a long, sharp knife. The psychic took the tool in her left hand

and raised it, chose her target and aimed. There was a whiff of air, and suddenly he was there,

stopping the knife just before it met her pale, fragile wrist. He threw it to a corner of the room, fire in

his eyes.

- Ever. His voice, a mixture of anger, hurt and confusion pierced her pained state. She

fell into a sobbing puddle on the floor, the despair crushing her. Then his arms were around her, the

thinnest of air films separating them, and she felt just a little less like death would be a good

alternative to life. They could have sat there for hours, she couldn't tell, but when his voice finally

pierced the peaceful silence it was still all too soon.

- Why, Ever? Why would you ever do that? She raised her head, so that she could look him straight in

the eyes. Why, he asked? Because of the one, unavoidable truth - his cells had been programmed to

self-destruct when they met hers, by her own blood and Roman's elixir. Damon waited for her answer. A few moments passed

before she came to her conclusion. She didn't care about it, not anymore. She couldn't take another

second of this. The desperate need for his touch, the need to feel something again, overpowered

her. She crushed her lips against her dark lover's, catching him off guard. For just a few seconds, she

felt truly alive again. There was a sudden burst of flames, and all that was left of the boy she had held

in her arms and loved so passionately, was burnt bones and the smell of death lingering in the air. She ran out on the balcony,

her tortured scream piercing the night.

... And just like that, the chemicals react...

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