A/N: Hello everyone! I'm so sorry that I have been away for so long. I've been so busy with school that I haven't had the time to sit down and work on the new chapter up until now. The semester and finals are finally over so I am free to sit back and write as much as I want. And I got a laptop for my birthday which gives me more freedom to write anywhere I want when inspiration hits! So im super hyped up for that lol I hope you all like the new chapter. It felt so good to be writing Story of a Shye Rose again! Please review! And I don't own the Vampire Diaries! Pfft I wish.


Chapter 6 – Broken Hearts Reunite

As soon as we entered the bedroom and he closed the door behind us I started to hyperventilate. I didn't give him a chance to set me down. I thrashed around in his arms, making me dizzy in the process, and landed on the bed with a yelp. I quickly crawled away from him until i hit the center of the bed post. It was stupid to stop here but I couldn't seem to bring myself to go anywhere else.

He had wanted me on the bed for a reason. He was going to rape me whether I was on the bed or on the floor. I was all to aware that I was too weak to fight him. I could barely keep my head up as it were. There was no point to try to fight him off. I knew if I tried I would lose in less than a second. I was his for the taking. I was dead. My breathing started to pick up.

I held on to the bedpost with both hands.

"Shye- " I flinched as he spoke and tucked my head into my arm. My whole body was shaking like a leaf. I tried focusing on calming my breathing. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Yeah right.

I felt my heart gain speed, like a heart attack, what I imagined a heart attack feeling like. My breathing became rapid. I felt like I was dying…I was having a panic attack.

" No! No!" I let out. I scrunched into a ball and started to see black spots. I was going to pass out…or die.

" Shye." He grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to look at him, making my heart race all that more. " What's wrong?" He looked panicked.

" Please…. Don't" I said between gasping breaths. I tried pushing his hands off of me but he held on. " DON'T!"

" What's wrong?" He was searching my eyes and body for an answer but I couldn't speak anymore. My breathing wouldn't let me. " Where are you hurt?" He started moving me this way and that trying to find what was wrong with me. I flinched when his fingers found the spot of burnt skin on my arm. He immediately looked over it. " Shit! Im sorry." He started leaning closer to examine it. My breathing was becoming painful. I kicked him.

He looked surprised and backed off. He watched me in desperation.

I looked at everything in the room but him. I was about to black out at any moment. I was about to close my eyes and let it happen when I felt cold hands on my face. My eyes fluttered open. Damon was right in front me. There was barely any space between us. He was that close.

My hands went to his to peel them off of me but stopped when I touched him.

His hands weren't hurting me. He was trying to help me.

Why?

I looked into Damon's eyes in confusion as my breathing started to burn my throat. He seemed to know what was going on with me. His face said it clearly. I had no idea how I knew that.

"You are going to be alright." He whispered as his hands moved slowly down my neck.

I should have freaked out but I didn't. I kept on watching him.

"Watch my chest." He said gently. "See how my chest slowly rises and falls?" I did as he said and answered with a nodded. "Try to do the same."

I shook my head. The spots were clouding my vision. I should have passed out by the now.

"Try." Both our hands were resting on my neck. His thumbs were on hollow part of my neck. His hands started moving down to my chest. I looked at him in alarm. "I'm not going to hurt you. Please, trust me." He said slowly. His hands kept moving down and stopped just above my breasts, both our hands rose and fells rapidly with each breath I took.

"Shye, watch my chest." I hesitated but did as he instructed. His black button up shirt had a few buttons opened revealing his pale skin. "Now, match every breath I take to yours."

Was he serious? How is that going to help me?

He must have read the skepticism in my face because he said, "I know, easier said than done. But try." His cold hands were covering my whole chest, I wondered if he felt how hard and fast my heart was beating. "Now, breathe." He inhaled slowly and I tried doing the same but I couldn't. "It's okay. Try again. We'll get there." He grabbed my right hand and pressed it to his chest. "Feel, now breathe."

I felt a little unnerved by the action. The tips of my fingers were barely touching some of his skin. I wanted to pull away but I didn't. The black spots were starting to become bigger. I wanted them to take me already. I closed my eyes and was shaken back and forth..

"Don't, don't close your eyes." Damon said franticly. His grip on my arm tightened.

I nodded and we continued. I don't know for how long we sat there trying to get me back to normal. Half an hour maybe. It wasn't until my breathing was finally decreasing to a normal rate that Damon let my hands go. A minute later I started up again and we had to start all over. He didn't let go of my hands until my breathing was completely normal. We sat there looking at each other.

I saw the corner of his mouth start to twitch up. He wanted to smile. I finally snatched my hands away from him. He looked confused.

I was about to thank him for what he had done but as soon as I opened my mouth I realized what I was about to do. I was going to thank the man who was holding me here. I snapped my mouth shut a started going back to my original spot. As soon as I felt the bedpost on my back I brought my knees up to my chest, wrapped my arms around them and hid my face in my lap.

I felt shaky and uneasy by my post panic attack. This was the second episode I had in the past few days. And the first time I have ever been brought out of one. I was never able to do that. My family and doctors for that matter have tried methods but they have never worked. My panic attacks were always horrible so I always welcomed the black outs but Damon…he helped me, he stopped it. Why?

I felt his eyes on me. I was starting to wonder what he was going to do with me when I realized the possibilities were too horrible to be wondering about. I tried thinking about something else when I heard footsteps, his footsteps. He was walking around the room. He was opening cabinets and the shutting them. What was he doing? Probably looking for something to tie me with.

Shivers went up my spine.

What was wrong with him? I had done nothing to him!. I was a good person. I was hardly ever rude to anyone that didn't deserve it. Old people loved me. I volunteered at a retirement center whenever I could! I loved animals and i never littered. I'm respectful to my parents. I never gave them crap when I was in high school, well not always. There was that one time I through that house party… and stole the car… and showed up drunk to school… but other than I was a good kid. I recycle dammit!

So, why me?

I've never seen these people before in my whole life. Was I a random act of violence? No I couldn't be. Stefan had been asking me how I knew Damon…and about my ring. They took my ring. Oh god.

A cloud of sadness settled over me. I loved that ring. I was never to take it off. I was supposed to keep it on at all times. I was instructed…well i wasn't instructed but I felt like I should never take it off. It was part of who I was. My grandmother gave it to me when I was younger and I never took it off…

Fresh tears clouded my vision. I closed my eyes and started to cry silently. I didn't want Damon to see how battered I was. God, I was so drained. I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve any of this. It wasn't fair.

I wonder what Jackie was doing right now. I had no idea what time it was but i was sure it was late. She was probably going crazy worried about me. She was always good at worrying. I couldn't imagine how she was reacting now. She was constantly looking after me and now I've gone and gotten myself kidnapped and soon to be murdered. I'm so stupid. Maybe I did deserve this. This is what I get for being reckless and meeting a creepy guy at night in a town I'm barely starting to get familiar with. I'd seen so many lifetime movies to know how bad of an idea that was but I still went. IDIOT!

Jackie would have to break the news to my parents. They would be devastated. Their only daughter murdered. It will kill them. They didn't deserve to get news like that after all I put them through in the past 3 years.

I don't know for long how I was crying when I felt a presence behind me.

"I need to clean out your wound." Damon spoke. "Would you mind scooting a bit closer so I could see what I'm doing?"

I didn't answer. I heard him place some items on a table and felt the bed shift. He had sat on the edge on the mattress.

"Shye, if I don't clean it out it will become infected." Damon said evenly.

What the fuck did he care if my arm became infected. He was going to do whatever the hell he wanted with me and then kill me. So, what did it matter? What, he didn't want to see an ugly burn while he did whatever he was going to do to me? If so, he could go and fuck himself.

"Please don't make this harder than it has to be." He said…sadly. What the fuck did he have to be sad about? I was the one that was about to be murdered. He was sick! I shifted even farther away from him. "Right." The mattresses tipped again and felt him hovering inches from me " I don't want to hurt you but if that's what I have to do to clean out that burn that's what I'm going to do. So decide. Move or I'll do it for you."

A chill went up my spine.

I lifted my head slowly, trying not to make myself sick from the dizziness, and turned back to look at my kidnapper. His light blue eyes were completely focused on me. He looked angry.

He kept glaring at me for what seemed like an eternity and I did the same. I wanted to know every inch of my murder's face, The man who would take my life.

I knew the other two downstairs weren't going to kill me. It was obvious Damon was in charge. He radiated power and something else that I couldn't quite place. His eyes were hypnotizing. I've never seen anyone with eyes like his. It was overwhelming. I didn't realize I was leaning towards him until he jumped off the bed in alarm. What the hell was I trying to do?

I watched as he turned his back to me and muttered something to himself and then turned to the table with a medium size white box and contents surrounding. "Sit on the edge of bed." I was so busy trying to figure out what the box was that when he spoke I jumped.

I ignored his command and didn't move.

"I meant what I said." He moved some items around on the table. "I'll move you and I don't care if you struggle. You will sit on the edge of the bed whether you like it or not."

When I didn't move he stopped what he was doing and turned to look down at me. After a long minute I did as I was told, never taking my eyes off of him, and crawled to the edge of the bed. I wiped angrily away at any tears that were left behind on my my feet hit the floor all I wanted to do was to run away but I didn't. I took a deep breath and suddenly smelled rubbing alcohol. I finally realized what was on the table. It was a first aid kit. He was opening little packages and putting them to the side. I looked up in surprise. He had been serious about cleaning my wound. I thought he had been lying. He grabbed one of the gauze pads and applied some white liquid to it and turned to me.

He started reaching for my arm. A wave of pure white anger washed over me and raised my hand to strike him but I was stopped. I blinked and Damon was holding my wrist. I gasped in surprise. It had happened so fast. I hadn't seen him react or his arm move to stop me. His fingers looked snow next to my lightly tanned skin. Hasn't he heard of the sun?

I tried taking back my wrist but I couldn't. I don't even think that Damon had that noticed I was trying to get loose. He was that strong. He only he stared down at my hand. "Do it. Just kill me." I hissed out.

He looked taken back and let go of my wrist as if I had burned him.

He glared at me and looked away. He looked around the bedroom like he wanted to shout… or kill something. I guess I was about to get my wish. He went to one of the far windows and just looked out. He ran his hands through his hair as he breathed in heavily. He looked furious. He stood there for an hour it seems. He looked like a statue, a dangerous statue.

I was about to crawl back to the center of the bed when he let out a growl and with a swipe of his hand threw a desk across the room.

I stood up ready to flee.

"I WOULD NEVER HURT YOU!" He yelled. I blinked and he was suddenly in front of me. His hands were an inch away from my face. Fear froze me in place. This was it. He looked hesitant but then his hands made contact with my face…he was caressing me.

I should have tried to run at that moment but I couldn't bring myself to do so. I didn't want to run. Something in me seemed to snap. I leaned into his hands. Enjoying his skin against mine. The way he looked at me made me want to cry and hold him at the same time. His eyes seemed to be shouting at me. They were sad and desperate, something I had come to get used to seeing every time I looked into the mirror.

" Shye." He said my name so soft and lovingly. "I've missed you so much."

He was getting closer to me. His face was less than an inch away from mine. "I'm so sorry for what I did. For this. For everything." He breathed into me. "I love you." I closed my eyes and leaned into him. I could taste his breath, so familiar and sweet. I could feel his lips grazing mine when something in my brain clicked and registered what was happening.

The joy I had been feeling was suddenly replaced by fear. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" I placed my hands on his chest and pushed as hard as I could. He staggered back in surprise.

What the hell was I doing? I was going to let him kiss me…I had wanted him to kiss me. Being close to him had seemed so... "What did you do to me!" I backed away from him. "Did you drug me?"

"No, Shye, listen to me- "He started to approach me but I backed away.

What kind of sick fucking game was this? He was playing with my head somehow. Trying to kiss me like that, telling me he loved me. It was obvious he was insane and thought I was someone else.

That's why I was here. It all made sense now.

"No, you listen." I said while trying to smooth out my voice. It kept shaking. " You don't love me. You have me mixed up with someone else. I'm not her. I'm not who you think I am. Please, let me go."

Damon shook his head, "Shye-

"Yes! That's my name. Shye. Shye Rose!" I said desperately trying to make him understand. "I'm – I'm from California and I've never lived anywhere else until now. Um, I've never been or even heard of Mystic Falls up until two weeks ago. I came here with my art class. I've never met you before. The first time I saw you was on my birthday. You stopped a man from hurting me. Do you remember that? That's the first time we ever met!" My voice shook. I raked my brain for something else but I was coming up blank. I was too scared to think. "You ha- have me confused with som someone else!"

My body was starting to shake.

Damon had remained still while I spoke. He just looked at me.

I hadn't realized I was holding my breath until he spoke. "Where's your ring, Shye?"

I was confused for a moment and then realized what he was talking about. I touched the finger I used to wear my ring on and instantly felt sorrow, again. "Why?"

Damon didn't answer. He waited for me to answer his question first. He hadn't even been listening to me. He hadn't processed anything I had said. I felt my body start to surrender. "Stefan took it from me." My voice broke. " Isn't that what you wanted him to do?"

He looked upset. "No." I was about to speak but he interrupted me. "You will get it back." He approached me again. "I know how much you love that ring. It will be back on your finger soon enough." He took a deep breath to calm himself and said, "Look at me."

I looked up hesitantly until our eyes met.

"I don't want to do this." I could taste his breath again.

"Then don't." I didn't want to beg for my life but I couldn't help saying it. I didn't want to die.

We stared at one another until I felt my whole being centered on Damon. Like I was being pulled to him but I wasn't moving. It was tunnel vision. All I saw and wanted to hear was Damon.

" You are safe and will not be frightened anymore" He said evenly.

I found myself repeating his command. " Im safe. I'm not frightened anymore."

" You will go to sleep."

" I will sleep."

I felt my body being guided to the bed. I watched Damon, like a zombie, uncovered the bed and turned to me and took off my jacket, he motioned to the bed I lazily climbed in. I laid on my side and Damon took off my shoes before covered me with the blankets.

" You will not leave this room until I say otherwise." He said as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

" I will not leave this room."'

We broke eye contact and I suddenly felt aware of everything else again. Damon started with the first aid kit again.

"Does your arm hurt badly?" He asked concerned.

I hadn't thought all that much about my burn since I was more preoccupied with…being here. But it did hurt now. "Yes."

"I thought so." He disappeared out of the room and heard water running. I was about to look where he'd gone when he walked into the room again. "This might sting at first but it will get better." He sat on the bed. His back was touching the front of my legs. "Extend your arm." He moved the small table with the first aid kit and small bowl of water closer to the bed. I did as he wanted me to do. I watched every move he made with ease.

"Ready?" He had damp towel in his hand.

I licked my lips. "Is it going to hurt a lot?"

He something in his eyes shifted. He no longer wore a poker face. He looked sad, I think.

"I know how sensitive you are whenever you scrape yourself up, even though this isn't an ordinary scrape, but yes. It will hurt."

"Oh." I looked at my arm. My burnt skin looked pretty disgusting. I wonder if it will scar. "How did you know that? That I'm really sensitive."

He didn't answer me. He looked away and started to apply some ointment on the damp towel and turned back to me. "Lucky guess. Ready?"

"Not really." I admitted and took a deep breath. "Okay go."

He pressed the cold towel on my arm and fought the urge to scream.

Damon Salvatore's POV

I closed the door quietly behind me. I didn't want to wake her. She had fallen fast asleep after I had fixed her arm and gave her something for the pain. I hated that I had to leave her. I couldn't just stay up here and stare at her until she woke though. I had to deal with the dynamic duo. Better get out of the way before she was conscious.

I was starting to head down the hall but the sound of her steady heart beating stopped me. Even with a few feet and a wall between us I could still here it clearly. I loved that sound. I had missed and longed to hear it every day since I left her. I still couldn't believe she was here. It seemed surreal, like a dream. I had fantasized so many times of having her in my bed but not like this. I was always in the bed with her, happy and content, in my fantasizes I had never left her.

I went to my bedroom door and went to open it but froze. I shouldn't. I had left her for a reason. I wasn't good for her. What if I hurt her again? I hadn't meant to the first time but it could happen once more. She was safe and better off without me now…but here she was. It's what I had been wanting for the past 3 years now. Maybe I could just look at her and maybe talk to her a little bit. Find out how she really is doing. My mind started to play out the scenario and I knew it wouldn't go the way I would want it to go.

She wouldn't be scared anymore but she would be suspicious and confused about why she couldn't leave, why she couldn't be at home…where did she live? Did she live alone? She said she came here with her art class?...she was still pursuing her dream. She hadn't given up. I beamed. That's my girl.

My smile disappeared as soon as it had come on. This was wrong. She shouldn't be here! I had been planning on leaving town tonight knowing I wouldn't be able to be in the same town as her. I couldn't stop thinking about her and remembering everything we ever said to each other, the moments of pure bliss, her kisses, her eyes, her laugh, how soft her skins is, the funny face she makes when she thinks something is stupid but doesn't want to be rude and say something wrong, the day I hurt her and decided to leave her… seeing her again at Mystic Grill. I think about her every day, there hasn't been a day that passes by that her face doesn't appear in my mind. Right before I go to sleep I see her face again. I see her lying next to me. I'm holding her and she has her arms wrapped around my stomach. Her head is resting on my chest. Our legs are wrapped around each other's. We are just holding each other. Like we used to. I see that every night. I knew if I had stayed in town I would have wanted to see her, even from a far but I knew it would eventually lead to something more. I would probably start to follow her, maybe even talk to her, and god knows what. I had no self-control around her. I had proven that time and time again. She knew that too, she used to anyway. She used to think it was endearing. She used to say that being truly in love meant not having self-control at all. I remember the first time she said that to me.

I had been walking her home from one her friend's party and she was pretty drunk. She had been rambling on about nothing special but I hung on to every word she said. I was falling for her at the time and didn't know it yet. Things were simpler then.

I tore myself away the door, making my game plan. Tear Stefan and Caroline to pieces, wait for Shye to wake up and compel her. She wasn't going to remember being her, she wasn't going to remember every being hurt, she wasn't going to remember me, again.

I ignored the pain of that thought and quickly made my way towards the stairs. Stefan and Caroline were going to pay. No one touches Shye.