Delena fan-fiction.
May contain inappropriate content.
Part Two
Quicker than she had anticipated, his muscles went slack, his arms dropped by his side, and before he fell to the floor a look of shameful defeat pleaded her for his forgiveness.
Elena stood horrified in place; the syringe fell from her hand, and a tear escaped her control of her emotions. She breathed in deep, hoping she could collect herself, but instead exhaled with breaking sobs. As the pain rippled through her, she held her neck, still throbbing, and slid to the floor. A horrible vulnerability engulfed her, destroying her will to feel any compassion towards him, any feelings at all ever again.
His body lying mangled upon the floor sent her into a fit of shaking and sobbing as she tried desperately to get up and leave him; forget him forever and run into the arms of Stephan to be truly protected. But her will escaped her long before she saved them both. Elena found herself inevitably protecting him as he would her and it was killing her; this tragedy of conflicting emotions dumbfounded and utterly astounded her. She never realized how much she cared for him, and how little of it mattered now.
She closed her eyes, body aching, and lay on the hard tile, gripping her arm, and fell into a painful unconsciousness.
"Get off of me! Get off!" She tore herself away from that familiar hold, stared into those familiar manic eyes. All she could see were his teeth, dripping with hunger; menacing like death, they pierced right through her, starting a fit of trembling in the bones of her body. She moved backwards, away from him, the hideous monster he had become.
In sync, he followed suit, inching closer and closer to the vulnerable life he had tried so hard to protect. "Don't do this!" She begged, crying tears that trailed down her face and neck and quickening her backward pace. She hit the dresser behind her with a thud, and he pushed his body on hers, crushing her back onto the wood against her spine. She was panting now, her fits of tremors were no longer controllable as she shook achingly against him, gasping for air through his stone chest.
He grabbed her shoulders, lowering his nose to her face. It glided along her skin, lower and lower down across side of her cheek and under her chin, savoring her perfection. Repulsed, she tugged her shoulders from under his grip and reached behind her. Glass shattered against him as he fell to the floor, raining down red and glittering white. Elena bolted for the door, her only means of escape, crying salted tears that tied her stomach in a knot and blurred her vision.
Growling arose from behind her, sending her heartbeat into frenzy. He caught her right arm hard and pulled, with such power behind it, her arm popped from its socket and ripped through the muscle that held it in place. "AGHN!" She screamed several octaves above normal; the pain of lacerated tendons seared through her, unbearably torturing her consciousness as well. He swung her in front of him, still holding onto her limp arm, and threw her into a wall, knocking down several frames.
Elena blinked, dazed, failing to stand up any longer. She slumped to the ground, trying to understand what to do, were to run. Her head spun with wild thoughts, memories of when things were better. Vision blurred, she strained to look at the ominous figure walking steadily towards her. She never wanted to die like this. But it was her choosing; the life she had chosen was a painful, lonely one, never to be rejoiced with grandchildren or peaceful death. Only suffering.
He choked her air and dug his nails deep into her neck, lifting her torturously off the ground and against the wall. With her left arm she clawed at him, her remaining strength quickly depleting, and managed draw blood. They both stared as it trickled down his tightened forearm, begging for revenge. He turned back to her, nose snarled in animalistic fury. Elena's eyes widened. She never saw it coming, but she felt it. The impact of his hand against her face scrapped her lips and cheek against her teeth, spurting blood against her gums and mouth. The taste gagged her of air, sucking in more blood. Choking, she coughed red and tried desperately to open her eyes. "Please…" She muttered between coughs. "I know you love me…" She whispered pathetically, lips and chin covered in her own blood.
Sneering at her misery, he grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged her head to the side.
Her cold sweat had left her skin gleaming, ready to be kissed by death. Her head struggled with its last enduring effort against him as she looked up. Those teeth, lusting for her behind gnarled lips, were gleaming with drool, eager to kill her themselves. "No-" But before she could finish, he lunged at her, blood, teeth, body aching for her heartbeat to weaken by his own will.
She never understood why pain felt the way it did, that perhaps it had a will of its own, with a mindset like viruses; attack and destroy. Kill.
Two teeth felt like a dozen knives twisting their way through the flesh and muscle of each punctured hole, forever carving her hatred towards him deep within her being. The room spun and made her aching stomach cringe; the rest of her limbs already limp and dying by the temptation of a madman-seeking fulfillment. Her gaze, locked on the exit she failed to escape from, served as a reminder in death for the dangerously naive choices she made. Slowly, Elena drifted away, to where she did not know; yet hoped for something more forgiving than suffering.
A black mass formed at the corner of her vision. She was fading away quicker than expected. It suddenly engulfed her peripherals, and the feeling of ripping consumed her neck. Her gut tightened, the rush of falling tousled her hair, and then a hard object impacted her shoulders, snaking its way around her waist. Was this really death? The hum of noise in front of her face confused her. She blinked repeatedly, trying desperately to conceptualize what was happening before her. Slowly, she felt herself being leaned against a wall on the ground. Then feral growling sounded from the blurred picture in front of her, pumping the remaining amount of adrenaline through her veins. Crashing and booming yells filled the emptiness of her flustered mind.
Two shapes moving fast and colliding with one another became clear to her. One was covered in red, while the other, dressed in black, held something in his hand. The two were panting, crouched in position to lunge at each other's throats.
"Damon…?" She asked into the livid battle. Welding his weapon high, the other figure charged towards him, aiming it at his chest. "Damon!" Elena cried, her voice breaking under the nausea she felt. She could do nothing for him, the beast who nearly murdered her. The power behind two hands stabbing him in the chest burst his heart, gushing blood from his mouth and the impact from the wound. He fell to his knees and collided with the floor. The other man dropped his weapon and stepped back. "No!" She wept, beginning to tremble, coughing at the resistance of her dry throat. "Shh, shh, shh…" he said, now in front of her, holding her against him and pushing the hair out of her face. "It's all right, it's okay. You're safe now, Elena."
His eyes, wide with anxiety, scanned her face, her wounds, the blood on her. He ripped a piece of t-shirt and pressed it to her neck, constraining his eager teeth. Her eyes grew weary. There was nothing left in her to fight with. "Don't you leave me Elena." He begged, nervously stroking her cheek, tears burning against the rim of his eyes. "Not like this…" he muttered, the side of his face lying against her head as he cradled it in his arms.
"Mmm…" She managed. His head jerked back to look at her, distraught and fearful, his eyes burning into hers with compassion for her safety.
"Damon…" Icy blue beacons set aflame by the love that bonded them together in his static embrace, lit her insides and filled her heart with fresh emotions. "I'm not ready to die."