One Last Time
Hello! I love each and every one of you guys for reading and reviewing, those reviews mean a lot, every time I get a notification from my email I get happy! Haha! I thought I'd quickly give this one an update, I'll be focusing solely on this fic, while the others take a back seat for a bit. The next update might not be for another week, got deadlines coming up... Sorry :S
Hope you like, Enjoy x
The front door to the Salvatore boarding house opened and in walked Damon, he took off his black leather jacket in one swift move before placing it lovingly on the couch. He had just come back from Elena's house, he wanted so badly to stay with her that night, and maybe every other night after that, just lying in her bed with Elena close to him – she was all he ever needed. He imagined it all in his head, how he would slowly pull back the covers, sliding into her bed, into his rightful place next to Elena, as she unconsciously snuggles next to him, as if saying, 'don't let me go'.
Damon sighed; he sat down on the couch, leaning his head back as he closed his eyes, the memories of what was written in Elena's diary still fresh in his mind. He smiled. How many times he had smiled today he didn't know, this was totally out of character, even Damon knew it – so sue him – he was happy for once in his life. For once everything was going according to plan.
Elena would wake up and find the diary clutched in her hands, she'll be confused for just a moment before opening her diary and seeing his message. He imagined how those 3 words: I forgive you, would put the smile back on her face, he wanted nothing more than just to see her happy again, she deserved it, after hearing her cry the night before he never wanted see or hear her upset again – he wouldn't let it.
Damon's senses suddenly became alert; it suddenly went from quiet to eerily quiet. Placing his glass of O-negative on the table he lifted himself of the couch, turning the corner and standing on the foot of the stairs.
"Stefan!" Damon called – No reply
He went back to the couch, he was becoming paranoid. Damon went back to his previous position, leaning his head back against the couch, he reached for the glass he had put down just seconds earlier but simply grasped at air. With his arm still outstretched, Damon lifted his head to find the glass had gone.
"Thanks for the drink." He heard a voice call from behind him.
Damon was up from the couch in a split second, the man standing some way away. "And you are?" Damon asked coolly. Wondering just who the intruder was and what he wanted, he was certain he wasn't from the tomb.
The man didn't answer. He took another sip of the blood, setting it down before attacking Damon.
He came out of nowhere, spearing Damon into the wooden table which broke into pieces. He was old, having maybe fifty years on him. Damon quickly spun, he had enough fights with angry, drunk vampires to know he couldn't get cornered by him; especially with the strength advantage and the fact that this vampire was sober. As soon as Damon hit the table, not missing a beat Damon flipped the man on his back, throwing continuous punches, the man's face was bleeding, his nose bent in an unnatural way, lip cut deep. Damon grabbed a sharp piece of the broken table, raising it up to stake the motherfucker.
Before he could however, the man pushed Damon forcefully, sending him flying into a bookcase on the other end of the room, unscratched Damon got up. The man flipped back onto his feet, glaring at Damon, waiting for Damon to make a move.
"Come on then!" Damon shouted, mirroring the man's every move.
The man sprinted towards him, Damon was expecting this, waiting till the last minute to side-step, spinning around as he kicked the man in the back, he hurtled into the wall behind him, leaving an indent in the bricks. Damon picked up the stake again; the man was out cold. Saving no time for any witty remarks or clever monologues Damon focused his aim on the man's chest, imagining his heart underneath, he swiftly raised the stake and froze...
A vervain filled dart was now buried in his chest, it took a moment for him to comprehend what had happened, but then he felt it; the agony as the lethal liquid mixed with his own blood, burning through his whole body. Damon turned to see a human, standing in the doorway with a tranquiliser gun in his hands: Damon had been outsmarted - by a human.
"Oh shiiii -", Damon began, as he fell to the ground.
...
Damon was numb and disorientated, still on the floor, he looked up and saw one of the men; the vampire, rummaging through the living room, carelessly knocking everything in his reach, he guessed the other man, the human, was in his room, violating his possessions, obviously looking for something.
He hated feeling so helpless; willing himself to fight against the burning sensation of the vervain, it was slowly wearing off. Staying on the floor till he regained his full energy, Damon started thinking of a plan - He started off with the plan to kill them both - now to plan for the plan. He knew one of the men was human, killing him was easy enough, snapping his neck would be no problem. Now for the vampire, he was older than Damon, a great disadvantage, but Damon had the home advantage...which wasn't really an advantage, just a mental advantage. Knowing he was so close to killing him the first time helped, and this time he would catch him unawares.
Damon was feeling strong enough to put his plan into motion, but stopped as the man started dialling a number into his keypad; it rang for a second before connecting:
"It's not here," the vampire's deep voice said in frustration.
"Just bring him, he knows where it is." As the man on the other end disconnected.
Damon's eyes widened in recognition, he knew that voice, it was none other than John Gilbert – that bastard!
So that's what they're after, the mysterious little invention of Jonathan Gilbert's. Damon thought. Damon knew exactly where the invention was, and was glad he hadn't kept it in the house. All Damon knew was he wasn't going to be here long; he would find Johnny boy and rip his heart out, ring or no ring he was going to die tonight.
While the vampire had his back away from Damon, he made his move, sprinting up behind him, stake and all, the man turned fast, forcefully stopping Damon in his tracks, grabbing the stake from his hands.
"I'm older, which means my senses are better than yours boy." The man said harshly.
From the corner of his eyes, Damon could see the human with his tranquiliser gun, aiming at Damon. He waited for the right moment; the moment he saw his index finger apply pressure to the trigger - Damon kicked the vampire's leg, causing him to lose his balance, as he howled in pain Damon spun him into the path of the vervain dart, hitting him in the back; with his grimaced face now expressionless the man fell face first to the ground.
"Looks like your senses aren't as they once were old man". Damon said harshly before setting his sights on the human.
"Rufus! Rufus!" The human screamed, his hand shaking like crazy.
"Rufus? Are you serious? Damon said, his eyes changing colour, the veins around his eyes becoming more pronounced, he looked into the man's eyes, enjoying the smell of his fear.
"And what's your name? Doofus?" Damon smiled menacingly, his fangs on full display.
"No, it's –" The man began...
"It doesn't matter what your fucking name is. Does it look like I give a shit?"
Damon sped behind the human, he was shaking in fear – Damon actually wondered whether he had wet himself. "You're going to die slowly and painfully"he whispered ruthlessly.
With the man's head turned to the side, his vein throbbing invitingly, Damon dug in, his sharp fangs piercing his skin, the rich crimson blood flowing. It only took Damon a second to realise his mistake - he sputtered, coughing back the blood, but it was too late. He had already ingested vervain...
The man stood over Damon's body, aimed his gun and emptied the rounds of vervain into Damon, making sure he avoided his heart, his orders were to take him alive.
"What was that about me dying?" Damon heard the man say. Damon's eyes flickered; as yet again, he fell into darkness.
...
Damon felt the warmth of the fire, was it a dream? Did he really get beat by a human...twice? As if answering his questions he felt all his weight being supported by someone's shoulder, his feet barely touched the floor.
Even in his drugged state Damon heard the front door open and close. Was it John? Come to interrogate him. He looked up groggily and to his horror it was Elena, her smile dropped as soon as she saw him.
Run Elena! Damon tried shouting, he's voice was lost, his air pipe constricted from the effects of the vervain. "Damon!" He heard Elena scream, Damon watched in horror as the vampire ran up to Elena, his view was blocked, he couldn't see what he was doing – did he kill her? Oh god did he kill her?
The man turned away and saw Elena looking straight ahead as if under compulsion; he looked at her neck, exhaling painfully in relief as he saw the chain of the necklace securely attached. His eyes felt heavy, the last person he saw was Elena. If he died now at least he got to see her one last time. At least she knew he forgave her.
Did you like it? I felt Damon had to put up a fight, he's Damon for God's sake! As I was writing this Damon actually won the fight, so I had to alter it a bit.
This chapter had loads and loads of swear words in it, but I took most of them out since I didn't know how you'd all react to them.
It pained me to write the whole 'everything was going according to plan' bit knowing full well what happens later. I hate it!
Please review and tell me what you thought. Was the fight scene okay?
- Kara
