~ 6 days, 5 hours, 40 minutes and 30 seconds of you ~
Disclaimer: I do not own TVD only the twisted plot. Wouldn't mind having Damon to play with for a couple of hours or days though.
Thank you to everyone for the reviews, PM's and readership. This chapter is a bit shorter than I intended but I am trying to keep the updates frequent. Hope you don't mind. xoxo
The smell of something delicious was nearby, something good enough to eat, something that would take away the hunger.
However the surrounding sounds were too many, too loud, the worse being some sort of faint but high pitched whimpering…The sounds and the lights perceived through closed eyelids promised a monumental headache following in their wake.
Something was definitely wrong, definitely off. Eyes won't open up, limbs won't move, body won't respond. Heck, was there a body to respond? Another blinding sound answered that one with a painful throbbing. Ok, head is most definitely present, check. Is anything else there? Not quite sure...
Elena tried to move her limbs but she felt trapped under a heavy dead weight. Her head was in the grip of a splintering headache and her memories were all a messy blur. She tried to organize her memories… She remembered Damon…then Stefan… Stefan was home! And she remembered panic and being soaked by rain when she… Oh! The brothers had been fighting… Stefan was hurting Damon…. and she… she needed him to stop so she reached out and… and Damon's panicked face filled her vision… but there was nothing else... Her head was swimming…
Elena heard steps approaching, something cool against her forehead and was glad for having a sense of touch.
"She should be waking soon." - she heard Damon's voice and her heart leaped with joy...except it didn't, well, not in a physical sense anyway – "What the hell?"- Elena screamed in her mind. Her thoughts were interrupted by his voice again.
"Are you sure you want to do this? I can always…"
Someone else rudely interrupted him with a snort.
"Yeah, let's make this even more difficult on her." - the voice deadpanned - "I told you I am fine. Ring remember?"
Elena recognized Ric's voice and was comforted that he was here when she felt like such a wreck. Since Jenna was killed, Ric had taken the role of the adult figure in hers and Jeremy's life. Elena didn't know if she would have survived the whole ordeal of loss without his constant presence.
"Your funeral mate."- Damon replied simply.
Elena pushed the headache aside, she needed to think! -"Think Elena!" - she coached herself. Something was positively wrong, she could tell because Damon sounded worried and the only thing that worried him like that was her. Ric was in need of his ring but Damon didn't think it was a good idea and her body wasn't responding. What could it all mean? - "You know full well what it means." - a little voice whispered to her. Elena mentally shook her head vehemently - "No, no, no. I would know." - she replied weakly - "Oh, but you do know." - came the sarcastic reply.
"No!"- The scream had started in her mind but soon she realized she had sat up and was screaming at the top of her lungs.
Damon was by her side in a flash, hands clamped on her shoulders, eyes searching her face desperately.
"Shhh, shhh Elena. It will be ok. Shhh,calm down."- he brought her into a comforting embrace and Elena stopped screaming.
After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and pushed herself away from his chest. With his eyes still around her she started to shake her head as tears threatened to pour from her eyes.
"Tell me it is not true Damon..." - her voice crackling at his name as the tears streamed down her cheeks.
Damon bit his lower lip -"I am sorry sweetheart, but I never lie to you."
Elena let out a wail and Damon held her tight against his chest where she sobbed and sobbed. He let her tears take their course letting her mourn the loss of her human life as he tried to soothe her. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Elena lifted her head a looked at him.
"Hi there…" – he smiled at her sweetly but not quite managing to hide his pain.
"Wha-what now Damon?" - she asked him.
Damon caressed her cheek softly as he replied quietly.
"You know the answer Elena."
"I have to choose to feed or die..." - she croaked.
"Yes." - he whispered holding her chin up to better look her in the eyes. As she looked at him, Elena frowned... sudden resolve coloring her features. She got up abruptly and motioned to a very confused Damon to follow completely ignoring Ric and Stefan's presence in the room.
"We need to talk. NOW."- Elena marched towards the kitchen
Damon followed her looking back at Ric questioning. Ric shrugged and mouthed with a smirk - "Your funeral."
As I said, short an sweet...hope you guys like it.
