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Damon had never recalled driving his Chevrolet Camaro as fast and recklessly as he was right now. The car's tires screeched as he made sharp turns and, probably illegal, cuts across the streets. Mystic Falls Police Department seemed to have bigger issues than speeding and reckless driving, so Damon drove to his liking. When Damon had gotten the call from Elena, he felt a chill of excitement grow throughout his body, knowing how to make Elena make that cute irritated sigh she made when he annoyed her, but immediately when Damon had heard Elena's strained and terrified voice tremble through his phone, Damon had gone into auto pilot. His actions were a blur to him, like most things, and his car seemed to drive him rather than him drive the car. It was late at night, and the only reason Damon stopped the car was because he saw the glowing sign of the Mystic Grill. Damon pulled the keys out of the ignition slot of the car, and nearly slammed the car door shut as the aroma of blood filled his nostrils. The scent of blood was so strong, Damon knew that if he hadn't had self-control, that he would've gone crazy like a wolf with rabies. But the smell also was traced with the sweet smell of shampoo. Elena's shampoo. He knew the smell, because he had admired and loathed it ever since he met her outside of a party when she broke up with Matt. Elena still didn't know about that.
Damon pulled himself away from his thoughts, and, with his vampire eyesight, spotted the dark corridor of the alley, and he quickly vamp-speed his way to the opening, where the scent of blood and shampoo grew stronger. Then, with a quick observation, Damon saw a slender figure lying on the pavement floor ahead of him. Silky brown hair, olive toned skin. Elena. Without another thought, Damon rushed over to Elena's side and gasped at the sight. Elena's face was covered in brutal bruises and cuts, and the whole front of her was stripped of clothing, but the sight that caused Damon the most agony, was the horrible amount of blood that was flowing out of Elena's stomach. The wound was so great, that the blood disguised where the stab wound began and ended. Damon also saw, that Elena was bleeding from her leg, another stab wound, and not needing another hint that Elena needed him, he bit into his wrist and put his wrist to Elena's mouth. Elena was barely conscious, and didn't seem to notice Damon at all, but with the contact of his skin, Elena's eyes flew open. Damon stared at her milky eyes with pain, as he saw that one of her eyes was nearly swollen completely shut, while the other eyes was bloodshot from tears.
"Elena, drink." Elena weakly pressed her lips to Damon's wrist, and began to drink his blood. Damon sighed in relief, but before Elena could take another drink, Elena's eyes widened and she pulled away from Damon's wrist and began to cough up blood. His blood.
"Elena," Damon found Elena's cardigan lying on the floor, and picked it up and wrapped it around Elena like a blanket. Damon felt tears form in his eyes at the fear that was building up to a sharp peak in his mind. Damon had always loved Elena, and the whole scene in front of him that he wouldn't heal, was torturing him.
My Elena, my poor Lena…
Elena shook her head and coughed more, which resulted in Elena collapsing on the cold ground.
"I can't," Elena mumbled. "It burns." Elena then closed her eyes.
"No, Elena," Damon's voice cracked unevenly with fear. He then put an arm under Elena's neck, and another under her bare knees, and lifted her off the cold pavement as gently as he could. Elena winced at the movement and then began to shiver vigorously. "Hey, Elena, open your eyes." Damon urged. Elena, clearly in pain, opened her eyes and gripped Damon's dark t-shirt tightly. "I'm dying.." Elena whispered. Damon heard blood drip onto the floor, and suddenly the whole world became cold, even when Damon couldn't feel the temperature, chills ran up his spine. "No, you're not." Damon vamp-speed back to his car, and lowered the passenger seat into a bed-like posture and placed Elena along the seat. Elena was already starting to grow extremely pale, and her breathing was too uneven and constricted to be comfortable. He placed the cardigan across Elena's front, and then went to the trunk and retrieved a heavy quilt. Damon quickly returned to Elena and placed the quilt on Elena which she moaned slightly at the contact and seemed to shiver less. He knew that she was losing a lot of blood, and he also knew that for whatever reason why, Elena couldn't drink his blood. Maybe it was from something that injured her throat, but he doubted it. Damon was in the driver seat of the car, and had already turned the heater on full blast. The tires of his car began screeching again as he began to head towards the hospital. Even though Damon didn't trust the doctors there, he knew that they were his only hope of stopping Elena's bleeding and saving her life. A minute away from the hospital, Damon looked over at Elena, and saw that she was watching him too. Her eyes were barely open, and blood had already bled through the thick quilt. Not wanting to frighten Elena, Damon leaned over, and kissed Elena gently on the forehead and then whispered, "Keep breathing, Lena. We're almost at the hospital."
Damon then sighed in relief as he saw that they were just outside of the hospital parking lot, and he swerved into the front of the hospital, not caring about the fact the ambulances were supposed to be the only vehicle aloud to park there. Damon was just about to pull the keys out of the ignition when he heard a soft, raspy voice from his right.
"I love you." I love you. Damon was about to go still, until the reality of the situation caused Damon to resume to go on auto-pilot and vamp-speed around the car and lift Elena up out of the passenger seat with the quilt still wrapped around her. I love you. Damon was aware of Elena's faint heart beat as it struggled to keep pumping blood throughout her fragile body. I love you. Damon ran into the hospital entrance with a very pale Elena in his arms. I love you. "Help! I need help right NOW!" Damon screamed. In about two seconds, nurses and doctors came flooding towards Damon with a gurney and breathing mask. I love you. Damon hesitantly placed Elena down on the gurney as doctors asked Damon questions that seem to go right past him. I love you. Finally, a question became clear from a doctor as he placed a hand on Damon's shoulder, and caught eyes with him. "What happened?"
Damon went still now. "Two stab wounds. One in her right upper thigh, one in her abdomen. She," Damon swallowed. "She was raped."
The doctor nodded in understanding, which Damon felt anger towards. How could he know how Damon felt? He didn't know Elena. He didn't know about how she sang without hesitation in the shower every morning! He didn't know how Elena's smile made her eyes look like two endless pits of milky chocolate, or that she wrote in her diary every night! He. Didn't. Know. Anything. I love you. Yet, even after his hands had begun to shake in fear and anger, Damon let the doctors and nurses take Elena away. He watched her heavenly hair that was spread across the plain white pillow under her head fall at the side of the gurney, and he watched a drop of blood splatter on the floor as the gurney disappeared around a corner. That one drop of blood, so small, so harmless, broke Damon in a way he never had been broken. Without realizing, Damon found himself standing in the middle of the hospital lobby with scarlet smeared on his gray t-shirt. A couple sitting in the waiting area was watching him, but when Damon's eyes shifted towards them, they quickly turned away. Something warm was sliding down Damon's cheek. Thinking it was blood, he quickly wiped it away, only to see that it wasn't blood, but a clear liquid. Then, for the first time in many years, Damon realized with a deep ache in his chest, that he was crying. Quietly, at first, then, as he let the previous events hit him, he felt sobs build in his chest. Not wanting the couple to see him cry, Damon rushed out the hospital doors, and ran into the wooded part of the hospital outside that was quiet and had no one around it.
Damon found a patch of grass that was illuminated by the crescent moon in the sky, and curled into a sitting position on the ground. After picturing Elena's face, Damon let the sobs that had formed in his chest out. They were horrible, grieving sobs, but Damon didn't care. His tears felt like heavy rain drops on his face, and he didn't know if the wetness on the neck of his shirt were his tears, or Elena's blood. Damon only cried harder when he heard the lingering words that Elena had whispered to him last.
I love you, I love you,
I love you.
Damon then shouted into the night, "I love you! I love you, Elena!" thinking, somehow, that Elena might hear his cries of undying love. Damon then curled into a fetal position on the ground, and whispered once more, "I love you, Elena," before his sobs kept him from whispering and his whole soul began to wither like a dying rose.
