Chapter 1
2015
Mystic falls general hospital, the sign above my head read as I opened my eyes. I stood up, too quickly really, and made my way towards the main doors, stumbling as I went. Burns. I had burns up my leg... Bloody vampires, I'm not saving him from a fire ever again, I wanted to cry and scream in agony as I walked into the emergency woman assisted me around a corner and into a corridor where... He... Was stood with two other women.
"Damon." I asked hoarsely, my accent British. He stilled and then turned before he flashed to my side and took me from the woman who had been helping me. He bustled me into a empty private room and was quickly followed by the two women he'd been stood with.
"Where are we?" He asked, not saying much at all, prioritising himself with helping me out of my burnt and tatty jacket. His touch was as light as a feather and he was careful not to cause me any pain.
"I just left 1951- I've just saved you from the augustines. When are we?" I asked.
"Thank you- for saving me. 2015, mystic falls." He smiled before placing a tender kiss to my forehead. He scanned my eyes with his before biting into his wrist and forcing my mouth against it.i went willingly and did not resist, for once. I drank gratefully and watched as my burnt and blistered legs began to heal themselves. The two women looked on in confusion.
Eventually Damon pulled his wrist away and helped me lie down. He sat close by his hands encasing mine. The younger of the two women, the vampire, spoke then.
"Damon, who is this?"
"This Elena, is my oldest friend. Mona Murray, a shifter." Damon smiled. "Mo, this is my girlfriend Elena and a friend of ours, Jo." Damon pointed to the older woman in the corner. She was pregnant, I could hear the child's heart beat.
"Congratulations," I said kindly with a nod to her belly. She smiled, weakly then spoke up.
"What's a shifter?"
"I travel I time, I have no control over it and each of my people are born to protect one other. Damon is mine- I risk my life so he may live..." Damon was quiet and I turned to him. " Damon, what is it? What's wrong?"
"Stefan. He's... Turned it off. I've got to get him back." Then he cried, in a way I haven't seen since the 1920s when we followed ripper Stefan around the Americas and cleared up after him.
"Show me." I begged and he moved his hands so they were against either side of my head, his fingertips brushing my temples. Then I gasped as he recounted all that has happened recently when this saga began, he showed me Kai, dying to save mystic falls, Stefan turning it off, Lily. When it was finished he buried his head in my shoulder and cried some more. I stroked the back of his head and crooned to him as if he were a child.
I knew what my purpose was this time.. To save Stefan and help Damon save his brother's soul. And that was just what I was going to do- even if it killed me.
