Same and Different

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DPOV

I must've fallen asleep because when I squinted into the light and took a brief second to find happiness with the fact that it had stopped raining. However, this didn't last long when I found that she was no longer in the bed with me. Her disappearance left a mournful longing and I peeked up, placing one hand on the pillow that she had been on as I searched the room again.

Only, my annoyance was short-lived as her bathroom door was flung open and she whizzed inside. "Hey" I greeted her and groaned when pushing myself up. Once my back was somewhat placed on the headboard, I continued to watch her.

"Hey back" she murmured weakly and I was irritated with how she avoided my eyes. Before I could call her out on it, she began to ramble. "Charlie will be on his way but I've explained our situation..."

I frowned at the word. "Situation?"

"I've got a few blood bags stocked up" she gestured towards the small white mini fridge beside her desk and opened it as if to prove her point. "I should get you more blankets" she murmured to herself and walked back into the bathroom. Only, appearing a second later with a stack of covers in her hands. One of which she added to the layers that were already weighing me down.

During the task, she had a creased forehead and furrowed brows. I simply looked up and as usual, wondering what was going through her mind. "I thought you wanted me to disappear" I murmured, surprised that she hadn't asked me to leave yet.

"That's before you decided to play the dying card" she slapped my arm playfully and the impish smirk fell as quick as it had appeared.

I wanted to talk to her more and pull her back in the very tiny bed. Only, she surprised me when stepping back and collecting her worn out chucks. She fell back on a chair when lacing them up before reaching into the closet for her jacket.

"Where are you going?" I asked in bewilderment, suddenly shooting up and feeling alert by this.

She turned to me, finally locking her stern gaze with mine. "I'm going to fix this" she vowed with her hands on her hips and I shook my head, hating myself for causing her to burden this. The only reason I came here was to spend the last few moments with her but now she was running in the opposite direction.

"I don't need you to" I argued and pushed the covers off me so I could approach her. My steps faltered and I stumbled but she easily caught me. Allowing her warmth to close in on mine again, I looked up to her and smiled. "I just wanted to spend my last few days with you" I whispered and reached up to push her hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek.

"Don't talk like that" she shook my hand away and tried to disentangle herself from me. Her gentle yet firm hands then lay me back down onto the bed, despite my protests. When my head fell back onto the soft pillow, I inhaled and revelled in the sweet strawberry scent, smiling at the hint of freesia. The same but different…

My eyes then fluttered open and the smile lingered with hers looming over me. "I'm going to fix this" she repeated but in a more stern tone and before I could argue, she was gone.

She would be back.

I had to believe that.

BPOV

He was back…but as the same time he wasn't.

It also felt like he was there but he wasn't.

I couldn't comprehend what I was feeling and what any of it meant. Furthermore, this made it very difficult to understand the cluster of whirlwind thoughts spiralling through my mind.

Falling asleep in his arms had felt so right but it was not planned and I had not intended to revel in the moment for a few more minutes when waking up.

As I turned to look at him, I found myself doing what I used to do; studying him. I loved it when he was asleep because the smirk was gone and he wasn't the complicated womanizer, he was just Damon. The soldier that I met in no man's land and the one I fell in love with over one hundred years ago and wouldn't continue to. Though, as much as I fought against it, it seemed impossible to escape what I felt for him. Not that I ever truly believed I would.

My fingers traced the crease on his forehead and rubbing my thumbs over the lines, I smiled as his features finally relaxed. He exhaled deeply his form seemed to find peace under my touch. "I love you" he murmured in his sleep and I quickly withdrew.

I suddenly felt numb as I grew limp but even more perplexed.

Rolling to my side, I padded into the bathroom but on my way, I paused, happy to find that the rain had stopped. God knows how much he hated gloomy weather.

When stepping into the bathroom, I closed the door behind me and chanced one last look at his sleeping form before whirling around to switch on the bright fluorescent lights.

Reaching into the cabinet, I grabbed the red toothbrush and allowed the hot water to run. My eyes were focused on the tired face looking back at me. My bronzed eyes had dulled to a gloomy brown and were now bloodshot. It even seemed as if my complexion ashened with the exhaustion.

I sighed with the realisation and began to hate how he had seen me.

Once I had brushed my teeth, I spun back around and was about to walk out but paused at the sight of his form. He seemed peaceful and it was obvious that he wasn't feeling any pain anymore which was all I had wanted.

I suppose I was just thankful that he had finally gotten to sleep. I hadn't fallen into my deep slumber until I assured that he met his. Now he had…

He was in my bed…sleeping…

What if he didn't wake up?

I couldn't let that happen

-XxxxxX-

An hour later, I found myself back in my truck, only this time, I wasn't driving and I was finally going back to Damon. Several books that had been collecting dust were now piled, balanced on the dashboard while a few lay by my feet and three were opened on my lap.

My gaze continued to roam over the crinkled pages, darting from book to book and randomly reading whatever topic there was. Only, when it seemed completely hopeless, each book's page and moved to the next one.

"Anything?" she asked for the tenth time and each time was more aggravating than the last.

Shaking my head and clenching my fist in aggravation, I growled under my breath. "As I said before, no!" I argued and slammed the angered fist onto the dashboard, trying to bite back the rage that was slowly cultivating.

"I don't like your tone" she snapped, turning off the engine and I looked up, bewildered as to why she was stopping but then realised that we had arrived. "You came to me" she reminded me and I glanced towards her, finally giving into the sympathy.

Leaning my head in one hand, I peeked up at her. "I know and I'm sorry for acting like a grade A bitch" I apologised, knowing that I shouldn't take it out in her. "I just…" I trailed off, not finding the words to decipher just what I really wanted to say.

Her fingers pulled out the keys and handed them over to me as she replied. "I understand" she chanced a glance towards me and I knew that she did. "I just…I don't know how I can help you" she sighed almost exasperatedly.

"I just need…" I pursed my lips and furrowed my eyebrows. "…something. Anything. I just need something to hold on to" I pleaded and bowed my head, trying to distract myself with the Latin text debriefing the history of werewolves.

Her hand rested on my knee, stopping it from bouncing as she peered down at me. "I just don't want you to get your hopes up" she cautioned and I knew that I shouldn't put all my trust in her. Her powers were limited and I couldn't expect her to just fix it in an instant.

"Anything you can do will be greatly appreciated" I replied and slammed the first book to a close, chucking it behind me in frustration. "Can you at least ease his pain?" I frowned, grimacing at the reminder of his restless squirming as he groaned in anguish.

"That I can do" she nodded in promise.

Finding peace with the certainty, we began to unbuckle our seatbelts and made a move to step out. "I don't understand why you're doing this…" my best friend called out to me when slamming her door behind her. "From what you told me, he sounds like a huge jackass" she added with an arched brow.

"I can't lose him Ange" I whispered, finally sure of what I wanted to say.

She nodded and we stood in silence for a while before she peeked up at me again. "Does Edward know about…?" she trailed off but I understood. I responded with silence, until she nodded. Damon wasn't exactly someone I wanted to mention to others. I just wanted him to be mine…not as a secret but just having him in my memory.

Angela's eyes shifted to something behind me and I followed her line of sight to the police cruiser parked on the driveway. "Charlie's home" she stated.

"Great…" I replied sarcastically and slammed the car door behind me. "Just what I-"

The loud clattering broke off my following words and the silence spiked her fear.

"What? What is it?" she demanded, clutching at my arm and trying to shake me from the stupor.

I didn't have time to answer as I had already shot off towards the house. When flinging the door open, I gasped at the sight of Damon's wild yet fearful eyes looking down at the limp and lifeless form of Charlie with a large pool of blood seeping towards me.

"No…"

A/N: So thoughts on Angela? BPOV? DPOV? Will Angela be able to do something?