Chapter 4 - Unspoken words.
Songs : Mad world - Gary Jules
Breathe again - Sara Bareilles
Elena tried to open her heavy lids, felt her whole body half numb half aching when she tried to move but couldn't lift a finger. She finally opened her eyes to look at the white ceiling, she turned her head to see a bunch of tubes were connected to her veins, pumping fluids and blood into her, realizing she was having an oxygen mask on her face.
"Elena! Thank God!" Stefan reached up to look at her, he pushed the button on the top of her bed to call the nurse.
"Where's Damon?" Elena asked, her voice was husky and merely a whisper. "Don't hurt him." Stefan tried to put her down when she tried to sit up and left the bed. She saw a nurse rushing through the door, checking the monitors before injecting something into one of the tubes.
"Where's Damon?" She looked back at Stefan, repeated desperately before her eyelids fell on her, taking her into another sleep.
She woke up again, feeling a vein pulsing violently on her temple. She tried to lift a hand to massage her head, only to hiss in pain when the needles stabbed deeper into her skin.
"Shhh. Easy." A hand grabbed hers, placed it down gently back to the mattress and carefully laced his fingers into her.
She slowly turned aside, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the light of the room and sighed in relief when she found her home in those deep ocean of blue.
"Damon. Are you ok?" Her voice was heavy as her throat was dry as a desert.
"You're funny. I'm not the one lying on a hospital bed, nourished by tubes of chemicals." His hands were about to slip out of her and Elena held on to him by all of her strength. Damon sighed and kept his hand in place, reached out to grab the glass of water on her bedside with his other hand. "I'm fine, silly." He lifted her head up slowly, let her lean into his chest as he sat down next to her, bring the glass of water to her lips.
She sipped down the water, feeling it soaked up her dry throat.
"What happened?" She asked when he carefully placed his hand under hers, trying not to stir the needles on her arm and the back of her hand.
"Liz shot a stake at you from behind, thinking you're a vampire. It went through your heart." He clenched his jaw, shuddered when he relived the moment, seeing her lifeless body in his arms again.
"I didn't really remember that part. The last thing I remembered was Bonnie killing you." She frowned, squeezed his hand a little tighter.
Damon chuckled, pressed his lips on her temple. "You lost a lot of blood, and very quickly. For a second I thought I lost you." He stopped, swallowed hard, knowing the image of hers lying pale, cold and bloody on his hands would haunt him for the rest of his existence. "I've never been so scared in my entire life."
"It doesn't hurt." She lifted her hand up, pressing it against her beating heart, feeling strange. "It's ok. I'm fine now. Not really fine. But yeah, alive." She turned her head slightly, inhaling the scent from his shirt. "Actually I feel like iron man or something. I couldn't move or feel my body really. And all these tubes and needles." She shuddered.
Damon let out a laugh. She was scared of needles when she was near to death just more than 48 hours ago. She was trying to comfort him when she was the one who got stabbed through her heart.
"Your body did shut down for a second. Your heart stopped a beat. Your brain and muscles lack of oxygen. You came in here without a scratch on your body just missing a huge amount of blood and oxygen for your body to function. It drove these doctor mad." He chuckled again. "These " he gestured at the tubes on her body "supply you. Until you're strong enough." He pressed his lips on her skin again, treasured her body heat on his skin, the slightly pink that was trying to show back on her cheeks, the lights that has returned in her brown eyes.
"How long have I been here?"
"2 days. More or less."
"… Where's Stefan?" She bit her lips.
"He brought you here, stayed with you all the time until this afternoon. They only allow one person in the room at a time. He let me in and went to feed." Damon said, his tone even.
Elena didn't know what to say, just like she didn't know what to do whenever it came to Stefan. She let out a sigh, looked up, searching for his eyes. He looked back at her, his eyes were soft, gentle and understanding. He had never forced her to answer questions or made her feel guilty. He would just look at her, letting her know that he was there, for her, if she wanted him to like he had said.
"I'm sorry." Elena whispered, reached up to find his lips. A single tear escaped her eye when she once again melted into him, finding herself home more than ever. She would make this right, she had to, for the three of them.
Damon squished the blood bag, sucking if off and threw the empty shell in the corner along with a few others. He was mad hungry, trapping himself in a hospital where he could smell blood at every corner didn't help anything. He stepped towards the cellar, looking through the hole on the door to see the blond woman crouching in a corner. They had to keep her there until the vervain completely vanished from her body. He walked up the stairs to get into the house, heading to the guest bedroom where he needed to be.
"Hello there! How's our little fragile sweetness?" Katherine said in her melodic voice, looking at Damon's reflection in her mirror. "I would have brought flowers but hospital is not really my favorite place, to be honest." She pouted.
In a blink, Damon pinned her against the mirror, cracking the glass as he crushed her harder into it, his hand clasped around her throat. "You do not touch her. You hear me? You do not hurt Elena. Ever again. Or I swear I will kill you." He slammed her head into the mirror, crushing a side of her face onto the broken glass, letting it sink into her flesh. Faster than it happened, Damon was gone and Katherine heard his door slammed shut after a second. She turned around, waiting for the cut on her cheek to heal, trembling as a wave of anger and urge of destruction washed over her.
"Well, doesn't it bother you that your brother is in love with your girlfriend too." She turned on her heels, staring at Stefan standing in the middle of the room, his eyes on her.
"You do what he said." He said rigidly. "Stay away from Elena."
"I, however, don't really believe it. Damon spent 145 years loving me. One short year here in this boring little quiet town couldn't have made him head over heels with that boring crushable mortal." Katherine continued her speech, she stood closer to him, placing her hand on his chest. "Although I don't mind my boys playing with my doppelganger ... Or do I?" She pouted and leaned in to press her lips on his.
"But one thing I'm sure. Is that Damon might actually get what he wanted after all." She fluttered her lashes at him. "For once, he might get and own what you want."
Stefan stiffened, brushed her off and left.
Katherine smirked. It was so easy pulling these tricks on others, compulsion was handy in times, but mind-game and manipulating others with words brought an entire different level of self-satisfaction. She picked up her phone when it vibrated. She swallowed hard when she saw the sender's name. The message was short.
Outside.
She put on clothes, grabbing a coat, catching her trembling hands. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before darting out the woods in front of the Salvatore house.
She found the man standing in a clearing, his slender still figure almost blended it with the trees around him. His shadows appeared freakishly on the dirt ground in the moonlight. She inhaled in a full lung of air, more for courage than to ease her lungs.
"Klaus."
The young man turned around, greeting her with the most innocent smile spreading on his boyish features, he dressed in a way that you could easily mistake him for a likable outdoor guy. He stepped closer and placed a kissed on the back of her hand, perfectly performed an old chivalry manner with his straight back, his long stroke of steps on the ground, his broad straight shoulder, oddly contrasted to his boyish looks.
"Katherine, love. I have missed you."
She swallowed, feeling cold sweat running down her back at his velvet voice, light as air yet capturing others in an almost ghostly way, she shifted on her feet uncomfortably.
"I'm…"
"Ah ah." He placed a finger on her lips, raising his eyebrows, keeping her silent. "Bad Katherine. Bad. She was not supposed to be killed."
"I didn't think it through…" She replied defensively, avoiding his gleaming eyes in the dark.
"Oh I'm sure you did, love. You always think things through, one step ahead of everything." He gave her another sweetest smile before thrusting his hand into her ribs without warning, itching up slowly towards her heart.
Katherine choked on herself, feeling the pain and fear exploded in her body.
"Klaus! I'm sorry." She whispered.
"I'm sure you are, love. Next time, do not let your vanity or jealousy get in the way, my way." He raised his eyebrows, didn't give a sweat while still holding her on her toes, his hand deep into her flesh and bones. "Because if her mortal heart stops beating before I need it to, yours won't be in here any more either."
"The point is, darling, to separate the Salvatore brothers, turn them against each other. You did it once rather nicely. But your boys seem to have found a new mutual interest. She drew them together, in their little lovely mission of protecting her." He chuckled. "However, we don't want her dead, just yet, do we?" He turned back to her, his light grey eyes drilled into her brown frightened ones.
"No." Katherine answered him, out of breath, flinching in pain.
"Good. Because I have another plan for her."
He tilted his head aside, politely kissed the side of her cheek before withdrawing his hand from her body. Katherine collapsed on the ground, panting, sweats running down her spine when she waited for the wound to heal, trembling in agony.
"If this time I don't run… If I do what you tell me to do… Will I be free from you? Forever?" She whispered, locking her eyes on the ground.
"Oh, sweetheart, what's the rush?" He held out a hand, helped her to get up, brushed off leaves and branches off her clothes, placed a finger under her chin so she looked at him. "You turned them into vampires was a mistake, a rather big one I say. I thought my words were for them to be dead, not undead. You therefore would need a rather long time to pay for it." His face pulled into another innocent smile. "Or if you're tired, I could help to put you to sleep anytime." He traced his finger down onto her chest, stopped it where her heart was beating against her ribcage.
"That, was regardless of the fact that your bigger mistake was when you ran away from me and turned into a vampire yourself years and years ago." He raised his eyebrow in a shocked expression, slightly pouted. "It took long enough for another Petrova doppelganger to come, and for me to find her. My plan was on hold for that long, love. All because of you." He tapped the chop of her nose. "But now, all together here we are. The Salvatore kids. The doppelganger. And me!" He clapped his hand together. "And all will be well." For the first time of the night, an evil look flashed up in his well sugar-coated outlook. Katherine shuddered.
"What do you want me to do now?"
"I need the girl's blood. A little experimental preparation would never be unnecessary, my love."
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Next chapter's teaser : Stefan and the truth. Katherine and her secrets. Damon with new threats. and Elena in new danger.
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Love, Amie.
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