Damon
The light is on, and I pause from my perch on the fire escape to listen to the sound of her breathing. I was hoping to see her, to watch her curl up on the couch or push her hair behind her ear, but she's already asleep. All I can do now is listen to her breathing and try to remember that everything I've done up to this point since I met her was so that Elena could take these breaths.
I'm not sure what else I was hoping to accomplish. I'm not invited in. No vampires are. I've always known where she was, but sitting on a rooftop at Billy's or just outside her window, the distance is the same; it's an ocean.
She stirs in her sleep. I can hear the rustle of the comforter against her skin, and I wish I was that piece of material. It doesn't take my vampire upgrades to hear her cry out, and I'm at the window in a flash. It doesn't matter; I'm still supernaturally unwelcome. I strain my hearing for the sound of an intruder. I can only hear her. My dead heart is trying to beat the fuck out of my chest.
I can hear her thrashing now in the bed, whimpering as she struggles against invisible foes.
She's dreaming. Whatever it's about is not pleasant.
I fall back on the fire escape, lean my head against the cool glass, and close my eyes. I can feel her mind, and I reach out to touch it with my own. She hasn't been on vervain in a while. Bonnie takes care of protecting her from other supernatural forces, and it leaves Caroline free to compel her if someone slips and Elena sees something she shouldn't. I fought with Blondie on that one, but tonight all I care about is easing her pain.
She's drowning. I push further into her mind, so that I can inflict my own influence. I know just who to send to save her.
I know this was a short one, but I've decided to post my story by scene, so there will be both long and short chapters throughout the future. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review.