You'll Never Take Our Humanity

By: Tracy Cook

Disclaimer: I do not own anything; these characters belong to the creators of The Vampire Diaries

Pairing: Bonnie x Damon, Hayley x Elijah

Warnings : There will be mentions of death, morbidity, graphic sex, alcohol, war, violence, suicide, etc. Do not read if these things bother you. This will be a very dark story. There will be vampires in this fic, but it is AU.

Rating: M

Chapter Four

'It's Been Seven Whole Days, Seven Whole Days,

Since You Paralyzed Me.'

'As the doctor approached the man, all that he could feel was overwhelming dread. The look on his face told him all that he needed to know. He had given up hope. He was calling it quits. He looked like he was sorry to tell him the news, but he wasn't sorry. This was half of a doctor's job. Delivering the bad news.

They had to desensitize themselves.

"I am so sorry." He told the man and his wife. "We tried everything that we could. His heart was just too weak, it couldn't sustain the surgery." He recited the words that he probably had memorized at this point. How many times a day did he tell people he was sorry? How many times a day did he make excuses for his lack of determination?

If he really wanted their son to be alive, he would be.

"His heart was not too weak! You are just a pathetic excuse for a doctor! I watched the whole thing, you gave up on him!" The man shouted at the doctor. Tears streaming down his cheeks as his wife buried her head in his shoulder and clung onto him for dear life. Her son was gone.

"I am aware that what the two of you are going through is devastating..." He told them sincerely. "And I truly am sorry for your loss. But I did not give up on your son. I fought until nothing more could be done to aid him. Despite what you may believe, I am sorry." With that he turned and walked away from the couple. The doctor wouldn't be told that he didn't try. He already had to carry the guilt of every death on his shoulders every day of his life.

His eyes were glued to the glass window that separated them from the surgical room. He had watched the entire surgery with anxiety and fear, and he knew what he saw. The doctor had fumbled with his tools and he had made a few mistakes. Then when he flat-lined they gave up too quickly. They didn't even try to bring him back. He would have been better off if he himself had performed the surgery like he had wanted.

His wife had told him that she would not allow him to do so.

But, if he had performed the surgery, their son would still be alive.

The woman was staring in horror as the lifeless body of her son lay sprawled out on the hospital table, gaping hole in his chest, his heart completely exposed. It was the most terrifying sight that a mother could witness and she felt her stomach turn and the need to vomit to arise. She couldn't stand it. She had wanted to watch the surgery, because she hoped to see him pull through. This was just torture.

"How could this happen?" She whimpered, her body convulsing and tears free falling. "He was only six years old! He had so much life to live! This should have happened to me instead! He was just a boy!"

"Don't worry sweetheart." He said. "Our son will still get to live a full and happy life."

"What the hell are you talking about!? He's gone!" She was crying and angry at him for even suggesting that their son would live to see another day.

"I will get our son back."

'Seven Whole Days, Seven Whole Days,

Since You Lost Your Fight.'

"Babe, you just have to get some sleep." Marcel tried to reassure his wife who was clearly worried about the missing man. She had been rolling around uncomfortably in bed since the moment they laid down to go to sleep. "Like the guy at the bar said, there is nothing you can do about it."

Bonnie rolled over in bed uneasily as she tried to ignore the feelings that she was having. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind filled with images of Damon in pain and she couldn't shake the feeling that he was being hurt somewhere. She knew that the man laying beside her thought that she was overreacting, but she couldn't stop the sickening feeling in her gut.

"Something really bad is going on, Marcel. I can feel it." She breathed out shakily, clinging tightly to her pillow and staring at the wall of their bedroom.

Marcel gently traced his fingers over her stomach as he pulled her body closer to his. "Nothing bad is going on." He said with a small laugh, which caused the petite woman to tense beneath his touch. She hated that he didn't have faith in her. The truth was, he did trust her instincts, and he hoped that she was right about Damon being in danger. "The guy's just acting out because he realized that he can't have you."

"How do you know he wants me?" As Bonnie questioned him, her heart started to race in her chest and she hoped that he wouldn't feel it. She did love Marcel. After all of the years that he had spent with her, helping her, she cared deeply for him. 'After all of these years without contacting me...Why would Damon come back and want me now?'

He grinned. "Like it isn't obvious? The way that he ran out of here when he saw us together, then went and got wasted at the bar? That's a man in love."

Again Bonnie's heart sped up as she heard the words. She felt so guilty for allowing them to excite her. She was married to a man that she loved, she had a child, she shouldn't get excited when she heard that Damon was in love with her.

Marcel nuzzled his chin against Bonnie's shoulder and he placed a loving kiss against her jawline. She smiled at the contact, but she didn't start to relax. She didn't feel like she could trust her husband lately. She felt like he knew a lot more than he was admitting to. "I know you're worried, but trust me. Come tomorrow he'll show up, admit he was a total jackass, and things will be fine."

He hoped that he was wrong.

He hoped Damon never came back.

She chewed on her full bottom lip. "I just have a really bad feeling that he won't."

Bonnie's entire body tensed as she once again thought about losing the man she loved for a second time. He had just returned and now he was missing and she hadn't even had the chance to sit down and have a proper conversation with him. 'Or hug him... I just want to hug him so tight and never let him leave again... God... Where are you, Damon?'

"You're just anxious, babe. Trust me. He'll show up." He pulled her body even closer to his and nuzzled into her. Marcel loved the way that Bonnie's body felt against his. It was a perfect fit.

She knew that she should feel comfortable in his warm embrace, but there was something about the way he had been acting lately that made her feel like she shouldn't be. Like she couldn't trust him. Like everything that their relationship had been built on had been a lie. Bonnie hated herself for thinking this way, because she always liked to give people the benefit of the doubt, she just didn't know if she should any longer.

After everything that they had been through she felt disgusted with herself for doubting in him. He had been the one to pick up the pieces after Damon left. He had been the one to comfort her and never ask for more than she was willing to give. He loved her through all of the hard times over the last five years and she owed him the benefit of the doubt.

He was acting strange, certainly. But, it was probably just jealousy.

Bonnie couldn't blame him for being jealous of Damon.

'Her entire body was shaking as she pulled her jacket tightly around her and she stared at the door in front of her, waiting for someone to answer. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she couldn't seem to make them stop. Bonnie Bennett hated showing emotions, especially in front of people, but for a week now she had been hiding away from everyone, including Grams, crying in secret, and she needed to talk to someone. She needed to admit to the guilt that she felt for missing the train.

As she lie in bed all she could think about was what was going through Damon's head as the train departed. How for the last week he had felt like Bonnie hated him so much that she didn't show at the station.

That she didn't care to see him before he went off to war and probably died.

The thought of Damon dead caused her chest to tighten painfully and the tears to start falling harder then before.

Bonnie knew that Marcel had a crush on her. It had been blatant and Damon had teased her about it on numerous instances, but she didn't know where else to turn. She didn't want to talk to Grams about it because she was worried about what she would say, and she didn't really have any friends. Her only friend had always been Damon. All of the other kids at school didn't really talk to her. So, he was her only option.

The door opened and Marcel's smile hastily turned to a frown as he asked, "Bon, what happened? Are you okay?"

His use of the nickname that Damon had always used caused her crying to intensify. She was wheezing loudly and shaking due to the chill of the wind hitting against her face. She was already regretting coming over. Marcel thought that she was weak and pathetic and she didn't like that feeling. She didn't want to bother him with her problems.

"I didn't know where else to go. I'm so sorry." She said through sobs. "I shouldn't be here."

"Don't be silly." Marcel smiled and pushed the door open wider so that she could walk into the house. "Come on in."

She followed him into the house, still unable to stop the tears as they rolled down her cheeks. She hated showing such vulnerability, but every time she managed to force the tears away she would imagine Damon on the battlefield being killed and they would return. She couldn't stop thinking about him dying and never seeing him again.

Marcel led the way through the house to the living room couch, then he signaled for her to take a seat. She did as she was instructed and sat on the couch. He sat opposite of her and stared at her with concerned eyes.

He cared about her.

She knew that.

He reached out and placed one of his large hands over her small delicate one, and he offered it a small and reassuring squeeze. Bonnie welcomed the comfort that came with the contact. It was nice to know someone was there for her. She felt so lost and alone without Damon around. Anytime she had a bad night she would just call him up and he would always show to help. But he was gone now.

"What's going on?" Marcel asked in a soft tone of voice. He didn't want to startle the poor girl.

"I-I..." Her voice cracked and trailed off as she tried to think of a way to explain what was going on. "I lost someone I care about... He left for the war and I didn't make it!" As she reached the final words, Bonnie's voice heightened and filled with frustration and hatred. She hated herself for missing the train. She hated herself for fighting with him the last day that he was home. "I didn't make it in time to send him off!"

She started to cry and wheeze loudly and Marcel reached out and pulled her into a tight hug, her head buried in his chest and her tears staining his jacket. She was so embarrassed that she was crying on him.

"Shh..." He whispered. "It's alright. I got you."

"I just needed to say goodbye." She whimpered. "I needed to! What if he dies?!" She cried loudly.

He ran a soothing hand through her hair as he waited for her to calm a bit before speaking. He didn't want to push her to talk to him while she was crying. Slowly, the sobbing started to calm and she was taking in shaky breaths as she clung onto him tightly and tried to control her tears.

"Do you need to talk about it?" Marcel wondered.

"No." She didn't want to talk about it. "I just need to be around someone right now."

"Alright." He smiled. "I got you."

Marcel pressed his lips to Bonnie's shoulder and he rested his chin against it, smiling and whispering reassuringly. "Don't worry, Bon. I got you."

It should have made her feel better like it had that night. This time it only made her feel uneasy.

'I Can't Get The Last Words That You Said,

Can't Get Those Words Out Of My Head.'

'The woman's eyes were wide as she stared at the back of her husband's head. He had been working on something for weeks down in the cellar and she had needed to find out what. What she found was more horrifying than she could have ever imagined. He was wearing rubber gloves that were covered in the blood of their son. He was standing over his dead body, that was laying on a hospital table, with all sorts of tubes and IV's injected into his corpse.

His chest was once again cut open and his heart was exposed. This was the second time that she had to witness her dead son's bleeding heart and it made her physically ill.

There were metal rods sticking out of his heart, connected to wires, with bursts of electricity going through them every few minutes. It was terrifying. Something straight out of a horror film.

Her lips parted in shock when her husband turned to face her. Lifting his bloodstained hands and smiling proudly at her. He looked so proud of what he had done, despite the blood of their son that had splattered all over his face.

"I told you I was going to get our son back."

"You have the blood of our son all over your hands and face! You dug up the body of our precious boy to perform experiments on him?" She shuddered in disgust. All she had wanted after they buried him was for her son to rest in peace. This was the furthest thing from peace. "How is this going to get our son back!?"

He took a step toward her and tried to comfort her but she pulled away from him. She didn't want any part in this. "I've been working on a procedure that will give someone eternal life, darling. If I could just get his heart to start beating for a few more minutes, then I could finish it! We will have our son forever! He will never die again!"

"You sound like a madman!" She cried.

"No, I am not mad! I am a genius!"

"You are mad!" The woman spat. "This is our son! All that we had left of him was to give him a proper burial and to pray for his soul! Now we can't even give him that!"

"There will be no need!" Her husband insisted. "Don't you understand? If this works, we will have our son back!"

"He will not be our son anymore..."

'And I Can't Get Away From The Burning Pain, I Lie Awake,

And The Fallen Hero Haunts My Thoughts,

How Could You Leave Me This Way?'

'Ring. Ring. Ring.'

With every ring her hope diminished and her stomach tightened. She just wanted to hear from Rebekah and know that everything was alright. She had been gone for nearly seven hours and she hadn't called her back since she said she was going to go and check at the cafe down the street. Now, not only her husband was missing, but so was her best friend.

"Hello, you've reached Rebekah. I can't get to the phone at the moment, but please leave your name and number and I will return your call-"

'Click.'

Hayley hung up the phone and she threw it down on the couch, dragging her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms tightly around them. She had called Rebekah at least fifty times over the last few hours and she didn't know why she wasn't answering her calls. It was making her even more apprehensive that something was going on. Why else wouldn't she answer her calls and tell her she was safe? She has to know that she was worried.

She had spent the entire night awake watching the news and caught between hoping to see something about her husband and hoping to not see something. On one hand she wanted to see something about him if it was good news, but not if it was bad news. She couldn't sleep without knowing that Elijah was safe and sound. It wasn't the same lying in bed without his strong arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. She missed him.

And now Rebekah was missing too.

Elizabeth was still sleeping. After she had fallen asleep, Hayley had carried her to her room and tucked her in. Then she had returned to the living room, turned on the news, and watched it closely. At some point during the evening she had tried to call the police and ask them to file a missing persons report, but they said that it was too soon.

They didn't sound concerned in the slightest and it upset her. She knew that some men would stay out all night drinking, or cheating on their wives. But, this wasn't some man. This was her husband and she knew him better than anyone else. He would never do something like that. He was loyal and he would have called if something wasn't wrong.

Her eyes were locked on the television screen, hands shaking nervously as she waited for the daily obituaries.

It was the moment she had been dreading.

They no longer had newspapers like they had when she was a child, now everything was digital. And there were so many deaths that they no longer came to the door to tell you if your husband or wife died in war, they didn't send out a personal letter, every morning they posted a picture of the casualties on the television with their name beside it. She supposed that people wanted to separate themselves from death as much as possible. It was easier this way.

Hayley had never really worried about seeing Elijah's face on the obituaries. Because, he had not been in the war. Many people died in the war times going to the supermarket, or to work, but usually the people were soldiers.

She just thought his chances were higher.

Suddenly, the program was interrupted by a loud sound. It was the sound that informed people that there was breaking news. This day in age that could be bombings or other countries infiltrating the city and attacking, but today it was an accident. She sat up straight and stared at the television as her heart started to pound in her ears and her body went numb.

"We regret to bring you tragic news this morning." The news anchor said. She sounded uncaring and despondent. Separated from the thought of death as everyone else. "Last night, one of the power plants outside of Original Corp. had a meltdown. Many toxic chemicals were released into the air inside of the plant, as well as the area surrounding it. There were nearly two-hundred casualties and counting, as well as many people who were injured and may have prolonged side-effects due to the toxins."

There was a lump building in her throat as she watched the television. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, it was tingling and numb, and her heart was so loud that she could barely hear what the woman was saying. She felt like she knew what was coming. It was too big of a coincidence that Elijah had not returned from work the night prior and now there was a meltdown at his place of employment.

'He shouldn't have been working there... He only worked there for me and our daughter...'

She still had no proof that her husband was gone and she wasn't willing to believe it until she saw it with her very own eyes. Still, she felt sick and lightheaded like she was going to pass out.

"He can't be..." Hayley couldn't even bring herself to say the word dead. Her voice was raspy with emotion and her hands and legs were shaking as tears threatened her eyes. Just the thought that Elijah could possibly be dead was enough to break her. "He wasn't at the plant... He was at the office." She tried to convince herself that there was no way.

The names and faces of the people who had died started to show up on the screen and her chest tightened. She couldn't breath. She wouldn't breath until they were finished with all two-hundred.

As the names and faces passed, she recognized quite a few of them as men and women who worked with Elijah. It made her feel guilty when she was relieved that it was them instead. She was not a hateful person and she didn't want to admit it, but deep down every time a face showed up on the screen she was happy it wasn't Elijah. Hayley knew that no one deserved to die, and she wished more than anything that no one ever had to die, but in their world death was too prevalent.

She could barely recall learning in her History classes in college about a time that everyone was nearly happy. War was still a part of society, it always had been, but people were equal and they were able to do anything that they wanted without fear. Without death. She often wished she was born in that time period.

'He has to be alive...' She thought, digging her nails deep into the skin of her arms as she stared intently at the screen. Waiting. 'He has to be...'

Tears started to fall from her eyes as she waited. She couldn't hold them back any longer. She had a bad feeling all night that something like this had happened, and now there had been a meltdown at the plant and she was terrified. She couldn't help but imagine a world without Elijah. A world where she didn't get to greet him after work with a kiss, where their kids grew up without a father.

All at once Hayley's heart stopped beating.

She lost all of the breath from her lungs. An overwhelming flood of tears falling from her eyes as she witnessed a photograph of Elijah on the screen of the television. It was from his first day of work at the Corp. He had a smile on his face and his hair combed back. He looked so proud of himself and happy to be able to support his family.

Next to his photograph was his name.

Hayley felt the baby in her stomach kick away angrily at her insides, and she couldn't hold it in any longer. The sick feeling that she had all night waiting for Elijah. The feeling that he was never coming back and the realization that he really was never coming back, caused her to keel over and vomit all over the ground. She vomited again and again as her stomach lurched back and forth.

"Mommy..." A soft and worried voice called from across the room.

She glanced up, wiping the vomit from her mouth, her entire body shaking as she saw their daughter standing in the hallway holding her stuffed bunny in her arms. Elijah had won her the bunny at the festival. She had spent the whole night crying about how she wanted a pink bunny and he had finally won her one of them. She had been so happy as she hugged her daddy and told him she loved him.

The sight of the bunny only caused Hayley to cry louder.

She knew that she needed to contain herself. She needed to be strong in front of Elizabeth, but she couldn't be. She had no strength left.

"Mommy, what's wrong?" Her daughter asked, moving quickly toward her. She hated to see her mother cry.

What was she supposed to tell her? How do you tell your daughter that their father is gone and never coming back? How do you tell your daughter that he will never read her another story before she goes to bed? How do you explain something that you don't even understand yourself?

Elizabeth looked worried as she asked. "Where's daddy...? You said he'd be here when I woke up."

'It's Been Seven Whole Days, Without Your Embrace.

I Want To See Your Face, I've Got Some Things To Say.'

Marcel couldn't swallow what he was hearing. His wife was once again planning to head out early and search for Damon. They had just woken up, and he was sipping on his coffee and watching the news and she was already putting on her jacket and planning to head out. It was like he was her only concern. "I can't believe you are still hung up on this!" He shouted angrily.

"You can't believe I'm still hung up on it?" Bonnie questioned. She knew that he was just feeling threatened, but of course she was going to look for him again. "Seriously?! My best friend stumbled out into the streets, drunk, during the war, wearing his military uniform, and I'm supposed to just let it be and do nothing!?"

"Yes!" He groaned out, throwing his hands in the air. "I swear sometimes your problem is that you care too much about people! He hasn't talked to you in five years, what makes you think he isn't just avoiding you now?"

"Even if he is, I can't just let him be if there is a chance he isn't. I have to know he is safe. Then if he wants nothing to do with me that's his decision."

"Bonnie, this is getting ridiculous!" He took a step toward her and she took a step back, clenching her jaw tightly and lifting her chin. She was much smaller than him, but she was confident in herself. She was standing by what she believed in. "The man's been missing for less than twenty hours, he can take care of himself, he doesn't need you!"

Green eyes filled with anger at her husband. He should be supporting her decisions and helping her find her friend, not telling her she was ridiculous and yelling at her. Jealous or not, it wasn't fair to her. She was really worried. "Yes, he does need me." She ran her hands through dark hair and dug her nails into her scalp. She couldn't explain why this was so important to her, but it was. "For all I know, he could be out there laying in the street dead!"

"Oh, don't be so over-dramatic! He's not dead!"

Bonnie's eyes were fixated on something behind Marcel and she wasn't paying attention to what he was saying anymore. Her lips were parted and her body felt weak as she started to sway on her feet. Her knees wobbly and her skin numb. Her stomach twisting in knots. She didn't want to believe what she was seeing. She refused to believe it.

"What is it?" He asked in an annoyed tone. She was ignoring him now.

She couldn't speak. Her heart was visibly breaking as she crumbled to her feet. She felt like her entire world had fallen apart all over again. For so many years she had convinced herself that Damon never wrote to her because he had died, it was the only way she managed to get over him. Then he showed up out of nowhere and she had all of her feelings return to the surface. Feelings of loving him, memories of their time together back before he left for the war, and hope returned. Hope that she would have him in her life again.

Now she had lost him all over again and she couldn't handle the intensity of the pain anymore. She couldn't handle it.

This couldn't be happening again.

Bonnie would never get the opportunity to hold him in her arms again and explain to him why she was late. She would never get to tell him that she had tried to see him off, that she had always hoped he would write, that she had always loved and cared for him.

Marcel's eyes filled with concern for his wife as she started to shake on the floor. She had gone from angry with him to a broken mess in a matter of seconds. "What's going on?" He asked, turning to look behind himself at the television. On the screen was a picture of Damon Salvatore wearing his military uniform, with his name written beside the photograph.

He couldn't contain the small smile that tugged at his lips. But, he quickly pushed it away. No matter how pleased he was with the news he didn't want to see the woman he loved in pain.

The mix of emotions that Bonnie was feeling in that moment were so overwhelming and confusing. She felt angry at herself, she felt angry at Marcel for insisting they give up looking the night before, she felt hurt, lost, alone, and devastated. She couldn't even cry in that moment. All she could do was clutch tightly to her chest and try to breath as she grew dizzy.

Damon was gone.

For years she had avoided watching the obituaries, and this had been the one time she had seen them.

The one time, and he was gone.

Marcel knelt to the ground and he attempted to pull Bonnie's weak body close to his so that he could comfort her. She didn't want him close to her though, she didn't want his comforting embrace. Because, right now it was the opposite for her. She blamed him for not letting her keep searching, for implying that she was crazy for being worried. She blamed him for losing Damon.

"Get off of me." She spoke in a low and monotone voice, stretching each word.

"Babe, please, let me help." He tried again. "I'm so sorry this happened."

Bonnie didn't believe his words. She didn't see honesty behind his eyes. She saw lies and deception, she saw a faint glimmer of relief in them and she hated him in that moment for it. "Why don't I believe you anymore?"

'I Can't Believe It's True, I Keep Looking For You,

I Check My Phone And wait To Hear From You.'

"No, No, this time I promise that my experiments were a success." The man explained to the General of the military. For years he had been working on creating eternal life and both sides of the war were very interested in transforming their men into "ultimate" soldiers. After he had failed at bringing his son back from the dead, his wife had left him, and he had delved further into his research. The experiments that he had first made were far too blood thirsty, they were killing-machines, but they were not tamed.

Now he believed that he had finally reached an equal balance.

Having his creatures on their side would insure the victory of whichever side of the war bought them.

"The last time that we came, your monsters slaughtered three of my men." The General reminded with a scowl on his lips.

"That will not happen again, sir." He insisted. "I promise. I have worked out the kinks." The man cringed whenever the General called his creatures "monsters," they were not monsters to him, they were his children. His creations.

"I hope for your sake that is true."

"Come." He smiled and eagerly led the way into the cellar where he was keeping the creatures in cages. "See for yourself."

There were at least twenty of the creatures in the cages and the General looked over them. They had the outward appearance of a human, but they had been cut up and stitched back together so many times that scars covered their bodies. The only thing that really set them apart from the human race was a pair of fangs that they had. They looked sharp and lethal, but they didn't appear to be as powerful as the man claimed.

"I guarantee you that these are the ultimate soldiers you have been looking for." The man told him.

"They just look like men with fangs."

He laughed at the accusation and quickly walked across the room, opening the door and releasing a lion that was chained by the neck. The lion could still fend for himself, but he could not reach either of them. "A man with fangs, superhuman strength and speed, and the ability to never die." He grinned proudly. His wife had left and everyone had given up on him, but he had finally succeeded. "Let me demonstrate for you."

Walking over to one of the cages, he opened it and let one of the creatures out.

In the blink of an eye, the creature had climbed up the side of the brick wall and he had flipped over and pinned the lion down on the ground, tearing it's head clean off it's shoulders before devouring it. The man did not stop once he had drained it of it's blood, he continued to eat it. Like an animal. Like a monster.

"This is what you have been working on!?" The general shouted, his eyes wide. "You want to turn my men into these... abominations?" He spat the word in disgust, then turned to start to walk out of the cellar. "I am done with your nonsense."

The man angrily threw his hands in the air. "Do not call my children abominations!"

"Your children?" He spat. "You are just as deranged as them!" He continued to walk away, and the man reached out to grab onto the general. He needed him to stay and see the benefits of his creations. He needed him to praise him for his hard work and tell him it was worthwhile.

"Please, just give me one more chance."

"Get off of me!" The General pushed him back and the man in the suit stumbled over his feet and fell on the ground.

Suddenly, the creature's head snapped up and his eyes fixed on the General. They were dark red and he had veins rising beneath the skin of his cheeks. His face and body was covered in blood and he cocked his head to the side. Sights on him. Like a predator locking onto it's prey.

The man stood to his feet and wiped the dust from his suit, a smirk on his lips as he watched his child defend him. Perhaps it was deranged of him, but he liked that they cared about him like they did. He had made them with that in mind. "You should not have pushed me. I fear they are still quite temperamental when it comes to people causing me harm."

"You're his father! Call him off!"

"I'm afraid I can't."

"Why not?"

"It's-" He started to explain, but he didn't ever get the chance. The creature sped forward and within a matter of seconds his head had been tore clean off and he lay on the ground dead. The creature leaning over him and eating his flesh.

"Too late." He finished in a whisper.

'Was Just A Week Ago. You Said I Love You Girl,

I Said, I Love You More.'


Author's Note :

I AM SO HAPPY WITH ALL OF THE REVIEWS! Oh my god I LOVED hearing from all of you and your opinions and I am just really happy that y'all are enjoying my fic! It means the world to me! :)) As for this chapter, it was a bit gruesome and I am sorry if that bothered anyone, but hopefully it is helping to fill in some blanks! What do y'all think is going on? What about the explosion and Hayley/Bonnie? What do you think the man is going to do with Damon and Elijah? Who is the man? What about Marcel?

I'd love so very much to hear your thoughts and what you guys want to see in the future?! More flashbacks perhaps? I really hope no one is upset about the pace of this story. I know there is a lot of background, but I am really loving writing it! I promise lots of romance in the future! :))

Thank you all so much for reading!

I love you all!

-Tracy Cook-