Sam's POV
"What did you do to him? If you even touched him I swear to God I will kill you myself!" I can't believe what he's telling me. This whole time Mason and I have been looking for Jamie, he's been here the whole time. I can only hope he hasn't been tortured.
Klaus mumbles out some words but I can't decipher them.
"I want to see him! I want to see that's he's okay and then you're going to let him go. You can keep me, I'll do whatever you want, but you're going to let him go." I just have to know he's okay, then I can die. I wait for the pain of electricity to rip through me but it doesn't. Instead I can almost feel someone holding my hand.
I jerk my hand away from the man. Why are they doing this? I just want it to be over.
"JUST KILL ME ALREADY!" I can feel tears rip down my face as I hang my head in wait of what's to come next.
Damon's POV
Pain rips through my chest when Sam rips her hand from mine. She's crumpled on the floor in tears. I've never seen a human, or vampire for that matter, look like this. So defeated. So broken. It's absolutely heart-breaking.
I realize she's some place else other than reality, so I simply sit against the wall and wait for her to come back to me.
Sam's POV
Slowly, and painfully, images are shoved into my memory. Jamie. Sweet, innocent Jamie, being dragged in front of me. Already bruised and broken, the fear is evident on his face. After the first stab wound cuts open his chest, something ignites inside of me. Nothing like pain or anger, something much worse. Something that no words could ever explain. I can hear him crying for me.
"Sam! Why are you helping me? Please, Sam. It hurts! Sam!" I fight the bonds around my arms and legs but they don't budge. All I can do is watch the only family I have left in this world be taken away from me, painfully, stab by stab.
When Death comes for Jamie, I whisper an I love you and a piece of me breaks apart. A piece I know I will never find or fill again.
More images of Klaus flash through, and then I see him. Mason. They spared me the agony of watching Death come for him too, but the sight of his dead, grey body breaks apart another piece of me.
The next several images flash so quickly I only see blurs. Four dead bodies. A train. A woman with red hair. A snake. Blue eyes. Black dress. And then I see him. Damon. I remember him outside Bonnie's car. I remember him on top of me in my car. But most of all I remember him holding me in the rain.
I open my eyes and look around the room, finally shoved back into reality. Damon leans against the wall. Eyes carefully watching me, but he doesn't make a move. I can see pain in his eyes and I wonder if it had something to do with me.
Slowly, I make my way towards him and sit in his lap. I wrap his arms around me when he doesn't move. He warms up to me quickly and I can feel his strong arms protecting me.
"I'm so sorry, Damon. I'm so sorry." I whisper into his neck and I hope the simple apology is enough to make up for whatever delusions I just made him suffer through.
His hand caresses my hair and I snuggle deeper into his chest.
I hear him whisper back an "It's okay, I'm sorry too."
I look up into his black eyes curiously. "Sorry for what?" The pain is still there but it's clouded by something else. Guilt? Remorse? Fear?
"You probably don't remember yet, but you will. When you came here with Matt, I just lost it. I thought I was attacking him, when really I was attacking you. I gave you my blood and you healed, but when you woke up…I thought…I thought you hated me for what I did." His eyes looked away from mine and he carefully lifted me up and put me on the couch. He walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink.
"Damon, it's okay. I und-wait, Matt? Where is he? He's not-"
"No, he's fine. I compelled him to go home and forget what he saw."
Relief floods through me knowing Matt survived.
"Damon, can I ask you something?"
Damon's POV
The seriousness in her tone causes me to turn around and look at her. The bruising on her neck is healing but it's painful to know I caused pain to something so beautiful.
"Yes, anything."
"You said you gave me your blood before? Am I…am I a…am I dead?"
Her eyes pierce through mine with an emotion I can't read. Not only is it still uncomfortable to have a human look into my hunter eyes for so long, but something about her eyes gives me the feeling she's seeing everything in my soul. And the thought that she can see all the horrible parts of me is shameful.
"I don't know, Sam. We'll just have to wait and see. Your heart beat was so feint, I don't know if it stopped long enough to kill you or not."
And with the fact that she could have been dead, or worse, hate me forever for turning her, I grab the bottle of whiskey and head upstairs.
Sam's POV
What did he mean he doesn't know? Mason never explained to me very much how the transition happened. Just that if you didn't drink human blood, you died. Alone on the couch, I tried to force myself to decide which situation was worse. I had killed before. I could do it again. I think. Would death be better though? Was I ready to die? Did I deserve some peace. Some sort of reprieve. Maybe life was just a game. And I was definitely losing.
I could taste Damon's blood in my mouth, and the idea of drinking blood forever made me sick to my stomach. I got up and made it to the kitchen before the dry heaves began. After my stomach relaxed, I grabbed a cup and filled it with some water. After becoming satisfied that the metallic taste was gone, I made my way back to the living room.
Suddenly, pain ripped through my body and I collapsed on the floor. Every light was too bright. Every sound too loud. Every smell too pungent. The wound on my neck seared as my head exploded.
"Damon! Please." I could barely get out the words before the blackness took me under.
Author's Note: Wow it's been a while since I've updated! Cliff hanger ;) Hope you guys who stuck around enjoy! Let me know what you think and if I should continue Sam's story! Thank you so much for reading. XOXO
