Before I Die
~Chapter 1~
Elena Gilbert was sitting in the waiting room of the Mystic Falls' hospital. She stopped counting the number of times she spent here. She knew every corner, every corridors. She could tell that the faucet in the bathroom between the room 303 and 304 was broken. She could tell there was a crack in the floor near room 502. She knew the hospital by heart. She knew every nurses and every doctors. And the entire personal of the place knew her. She was called the mini warrior.
It all started when one night, she woke up feeling really sick. She was covered with sweats and she was vomiting in her bed. When she started vomiting blood, her parents rushed with her to the hospital. After running many tests, the results came in. She had leukemia. She was only four.
Since that day, her life became a nightmare. For almost a year, it was only hospital visits, doctors, medication, chemotherapy on and on. It didn't stopped. At the age of five her doctors gave hope to her loving parents. The cancer seemed to be healed. Of course they would have to keep going to hospital for check ups, but the oncologist seemed optimistic. To add to their happiness, Miranda learned she was pregnant. Elena was really feeling better and a new little boy was joining the family. Things seemed to finally going right.
Elena remembered being so happy because her hair was finally growing back. She could finally look like an ordinary little girl and have pigtails. And she loved pigtails because it was so cute, she thought. She promised herself to be the best big sister in the whole world. Unfortunately, when she visited her oncologist with her parents for her sixth birthday, the news hit them in the face like a ton of bricks. The leukemia was back. It was back stronger than ever. Happy birthday Elena! You might not live through your seventh year!
But she did. She fought it and she won. Mini warrior won once again. She was eight and a half. When she turn nine, she woke up crying and screaming. Her head was hurting so much that her nose and her left ear was bleeding. She was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Elena couldn't go to school so her mother taught her home. For that reason, she never had many friends. Kids didn't wanted to play with her, anyway. Her neighbor, Matt was nice enough to play with her sometimes, but it was mostly because his mom was best friend with hers.
However, after spending a few time together they really became friends. Matt even invited her camping for his birthday. She was so excited about it! Her parents were worried to let her go because she was still a bit weak, but they knew she needed it, that she deserved it after all this time. Some of the parents kids were going to be there too. Miranda and Grayson let her go to the lake house with Matt.
While the kids were playing ball, Elena was only watching them, one of the kids bumped into her accidentally. She fell and broke her left arm. She was rushed to the hospital. They put her little arm in a cast and told her her parents was coming for her. But they never arrived. Later she learned by a social worker that her parents' car went over the bridge killing her mother, her father and her younger brother. Her family was gone.
Since that day, she went from foster family to another and another. She was an easy child, but the health care she needed seemed to be to much work for everyone. She went through a dozen of different families. Most of them were nice, but some were not. One of the house she went was abusive. Foster care took her away from it and she stayed at the local center until she turn eighteen.
At the age of fourteen, her oncologist told her the good news. She was finally cancer free. All she had to do was running some test twice a year to make sure everything remained that way. And it did. She was free of cancer for the last nine years. Well, ten years when she would see her doctor in a couple of minutes. She was confident about it.
Elena was still lost in her thoughts when a nurse called her name.
"Elena?" she said with a smile
"Yes?" she answered, getting up from her chair.
"Doctor Smith will see you, now" the nurse continue.
Damon Salvatore was sitting on a stool at the bar of The Grill. He was fuming. That little bitch did it again! She got him wrapped around her little fingers. She played him all over again. And this time with is own father. His father! Guess his brother wasn't enough. She had to sleep with his father.
A fool. He was a fucking fool for giving her all those chances and Katherine was a fucking whore! There, he said it. He emptied the rest of his bourbon and in his rage, almost crashed his glass against the wooden counter.
"I'll take another one" he shouted on the blond barman.
"And leave the bottle right here!" Damon tapped the counter with his index.
"I'm going to need it" he said.
"Sir, I think you had enough for today"
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Damon said with a scowl
"You're a fucking barman and your job is to serve alcohol! I'm paying for that stuff and you give it to me! Is that clear?"
God, what is so hard to understand? He just needed his bourbon. Can a man drink in peace? Who the hell this moron thought he was? He wanted to punch the blond haired and blue eyed barman rigth in the face.
"If you want that bottle, sir, you'll have to hand me your car key" the barman said to him.
"You're kidding, right?" Damon scoff.
"I'm serious. You're already drunk and it's barely noon. I'm not letting you drive. Now, you want the bourbon or not?"
" Fine!" he scowled again and threw his key to the barman. " Leave the bottle here and leave me alone as well!"
Damon saw the barman go to tables to take their orders. He saw him talk to a cute girl with curly blond hair. They seemed close. He heard the girl giggled to something the moron told her. Well at least some people were happy on this planet. The barman kissed her cheek and cute girl giggled again. Barbie and Ken, he thought to himself and chuckled to is lame joke.
He took another sip of his bourbon. He needed to change his mind. He needed to forget. About Katherine. About his brother, Stefan. About his father. He needed a distraction. He needed some girl to take his mind away from the mess of his life. Old Damon was going to come back to life. The one that didn't care. The one that was only taking without giving back. The one that had a different girl every night in his bed. Screw Katherine! He was going to enjoy life again!
He let his gaze go around the place and checked out the girls that was there. Well... Okay maybe he'll have to wait just a bit more before launching his master seducing plan. For a second he thought of Barbie. Nah... Barbie seemed to like Ken.
"I'm going for the next girl that sits next to me" he said to himself.
He just hope, she'll at least be pretty. He was Damon Salvatore after all! He didn't go for cheap for God's sake!
"I'm going for the next hot girl that sits next to me" He corrected himself and smirked.
Lost in his thoughts, Damon didn't notice the girl that sat two stools beside him. He kept sipping his bourbon. It's when he heard her voice that he turned toward her.
"Thanks Matt. I really needed that" She said.
"Are you alright Elena?"
Damon smirked. So Ken real name was Matt? Wait? Girl. Hot. Sitting next to him. Well two stools away, but still beside him, right? Right? The gorgeous milk chocolate haired girl seemed sad. Exactly what he needed! An easy target... Ken called her Elena. Hmmm... Elena... He loved how the name rolled on his tongue.
"Not really" she answered the barman. "I have a big decision to make."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Matt asked her.
"Not right now. I just want to drink my bourbon and and take a time out for five minutes."
"Are you sure?" the barman persisted.
"Yeah..." she mumble.
When Damon saw Matt leave the bar to serve the clients, he took his chance. He went down his stool taking his bourbon bottle with him and approched her slowly before sitting himself right next to her.
"Well... Hello there. I'm Damon...
A/N: This is my first feeble attemp to write a FanFic. I've never actually felt the urge of writing fanfics before Damon and Elena crashed into my mind, heart and soul. But now, I've got all these ideas that pops up in my head so I decided to give it a try. I really hope this story will please you. It will also mean the world to me if you can leave a review. I can take the good and the bad, as long as it's constructive. Don't hesitate to tell me why you love or hate. Just don't be mean just for the fun of it; I'm sensitive... :)
I also want to warn you that english is not my principal language. So there will probably have some grammatical or spelling mistakes. I'll try my best, though, to make it bearable.
Thank you for giving this a chance.
Eve xo
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries. I'm only borrowing the characters. All rights goes to L.J Smith, Julie Plec and Kevin Williamson.