A/N I got my computer back but don't have Microsoft word yet-I ended up writing this in an email inbox to check spelling and to update sooner, so please, I encourage you to review!
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IMPORTANT: This chapter contains a bit of suicidal reference. Please, if you think this story is better being rated M, do not hesitate to tell me. I think it's good as a T, if there were a T+ it was better, but I don't think it's dark enough to be M.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries. (News flash, that's why it's called FANfiction)
"Elena, wake up! Open your eyes!" Damon shouted in horror at the girl who had been out cold for more than twenty minutes now. He was squeezing her hand, desperate to find her pulse, but there was none. But he didn't give up, he continued to shake her and calling her name urgently as he fed her his blood. He was still traumatized by the idea that she had no pulse, but he could feel the life in her, her heart couldn't stop beating like that, couldn't it?
What hurt him was the idea of feeling helpless. He couldn't turn to anyone for help, and now he was praying-yes, praying, after over a hundred years-that his blood would save her. Because God forbid if she didn't wake up...
Shaking the thought out of his mind, Damon continued to shake her, until he realized that her neck was bare, her necklace was still in his pockets. Somehow she always said that that necklace protected her, and without paying attention about how ridiculous it may sound, he got the necklace out of his pockets and swiftly fastened it around Elena's neck. Yes, if that little thing was the key to getting Elena to open her beautiful chocolate brown orbs, he was ready to put faith in a piece of metal.
When he touched her, her skin was colder than ice. He clenched his teeth together in fury. Why was this happening to her? Didn't the girl go through enough pain already? The marks in her body terrified him. There were slash marks, bruises, dried blood...
Then Elena seemed to shift just a little bit, and Damon almost thought his heart was beating again.
"Elena?" His voice came out in a broken whisper.
"D-Damon?" She replied, her teeth clutching with the cold and obviously, fear.
"Oh my God," Damon instantly grabbed her, holding her against his chest gently as if he feared that she'd break, as if he feared that he will be the one to cause her more pain. He would never hurt the girl that was now sobbing in his arms, her tears staining his t-shirt which he usually worshipped more than anything else. No, he didn't care. He only cared about comforting and holding the little girl.
"What happened?" He asked in horror as she calmed down, "Who hurt you, Elena? Why didn't you tell me about them? I healed you myself the first time you came in my house..."
"I know," Elena said, wiping her nose. "I'm sorry..."
"No, I'm not asking you to apologize," Damon said as he stroked her soft hair, "I just want you to tell me everything. Everything you want to tell me. You scared me, Elena...you were bleeding to death. I thought I was going to lose you. Then you had no pulse..."
"I was dead?" Elena covered her mouth with her hand in horror.
"Don't say that," Damon's voice came out more like a bark. "You're safe."
There was silence between them, and Elena rested her head against Damon's chest. "I didn't tell you everything about me."
"I figured," Damon continued to stroke her hair in a soothing manner. "I didn't expect you to, either. I know you've gone through a lot...I know that you know that you can't trust everyone. But let me tell you, Elena, you can talk to me. You can count on me on anything, okay?"
She sighed, snuggling closer. "Thank you. And I am."
She took a deep breath. "I told you that I was captivated over and over. They kept telling me how much they want me dead, and that they want me delivered to him-Klaus-in order to get my blood spilled because I'm a stupid psychic-doppelganger. They think that my blood will help people take control against all supernatural creatures. Of course, I didn't really believe in vampires specifically."
Damon shook his head, encouraging her.
"I told you how they treated me," Elena's eyes started to glitter with tears, "They hit me, they blacked me out, sometimes I woke up with strange bites in my neck and shoulders, and I didn't know that they were sucking my blood. Every house I was into meant new pain. Once, I was kidnapped by a man that was someone very close to Klaus. I knew that my time had come to an end, because since they were very close I knew that Klaus wouldn't have been that far of coming to get me."
She cleared her throat, wiping tears. "I didn't want to die knowing I gave them the pleasure of hurting me, of torturing me to death or playing with me. Most of all, I was scared. It was a dark, quiet night, and I was made to sleep in the basement. I knew I had seen a dagger before there..."
Damon's eyes widened now, embracing himself for whatever it was Elena was going to say. He hoped that she didn't say that she daggered the vampire, because he would definitely not want to hear the story after. He half consciously tightened his grip on her.
"I had to do it," Elena said, almost choking on a sob. "I grabbed the dagger, and pressed it in my stomach."
"Bree."
The African-American girl turned around with a tablecloth in hand, but stood frozen as she saw who the person that entered in her bar was.
"Why so glum, love? Aren't you happy to see me?"
"I-Of course I am. Have a seat...I'll get you a scotch."
The British man sat carelessly on the stool, and the girl brought him the glass. She seemed very uncomfortable, in fact she kept sipping her drink without glancing at him.
"What, don't want me to entertain you today, love?" He smirked suggestively. "You know how great we are together."
"I think that's enough for today, Klaus. I'm closing soon," She turned to walk away, but he was there in a flash, gripping her shoulders. He reached out to put a stray piece of hair behind her ear, and she shivered.
"Why, you aren't usually afraid, Bree," He continued in his same, seductive tone. "But I don't blame you. You have every reason to be afraid today."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't act dumb with me, Bree. I knew the girl was here."
"What girl, Klaus?"
"Elena Gilbert," He growled, "She came to ask for your help. Who is that little whore staying with this time?"
"I don't know..."
"Oh, I think you do," Klaus smirked, then he started to run his fingers up her shirt, stopping in the area between her collarbone and cleavage. "It takes me only a second to rip your heart out," He reminded her, drawing circles on the area.
"Damon," she choked out, "Damon Salvatore."
Klaus immediately withdrew. "What? It isn't even possible...I had compelled Damon to..." But he stopped himself immediately, realizing what he just said. "My dear Bree, you may think that I'm stupid for letting people bring the girl to me. But I am not. I know exactly where Elena is, but I'd be stupid if I expose myself to her..." He chuckled, "And after all, it doesn't hurt to watch her tortured about these secrets. You know how much I love those." He smirked to Bree again, then without a warning he pushed her against the door.
"Now, all I want from you is to never help Elena with the truth. Or tell her what you saw, for that matter."
"I won't!"
"Good. You know, I can compel you not to, but what's the fun in it? If you tell Elena or Damon or anyone anything about what you saw I will personally come here and end you."
"I won't, I give you my word."
Klaus grinned and caressed her cheek. "That's my girl."
"You tried to kill yourself?" Damon exclaimed in horror, "Oh my God, Elena...How could you even try to do it? My God you barely started life..."
"Damon, I didn't try to do it," Elena said calmly. "I did it."
"Elena..."
"I remember I felt pain and coldness, and then I saw a white light. I thought I was dead, and I knew I was going to hell for committing suicide," Elena admitted, looking at her hands folded in her lap. "The pain stopped, and I didn't know where I was. Then suddenly I felt a huge ache in my stomach, and found myself on the floor again. The mark was gone."
"I soon started to realize that I just...couldn't die. I felt pain, but death never came. I tried to take my life by stabbing myself, taking pills with alcohol...But I just couldn't die. Then even the pain...Sometimes I feel pain, sometimes I don't."
Elena sighed. "But then ever since I've been with you, I've been feeling the pains I should've felt those days when I tried to kill myself. The vampire I was staying with seemed to realized that there was something wrong with my mortality. Once, he grabbed a knife and made this deep, long cut here," Elena exposed her sides, and there was a huge, purple mark.
"I'm afraid, now, Damon...I'm starting to feel all the pain that I should've felt but didn't. I can die..."
"And this started when you came living with me?" Damon asked, his heart breaking at the thought.
"Yes. A few days ago, I saw the first slash in my stomach I had made myself."
Damon didn't know what to say or do. His head was spinning. First of all, he couldn't believe that the girl in his arms went through so much that she committed suicide-more than once-to end the pain. He feared his heart was going to break. It wasn't right. Then he couldn't understand the reason of her immortality-It was impossible for a human to survive those kind of deaths. He shivered involuntarily at the thought of Elena swallowing the pills with alcohol, and once again, he felt the urge to wrap her up in his arms. He wanted to tell the people who were hurting her that Elena belonged to him now. That no one was allowed to harm her. He wanted to walk hand-in-hand with her and give death glares to men that try to rob her out of her innocence.
However, when he finally opened his mouth, all that came out was the simple question of how she was feeling. Then, he had applied ice on her wounds and healed them for her, while she assured him that she's okay, and the pain stopped.
She was sitting on the bathroom countertop now, and Damon was working on the wounds in her neck, disgusted now that he knew that they were all bitemarks. She was gazing at him intensely as the moonlight reflected in his eyes.
"Your eyes are so beautiful," Elena commented as he continued to take care of her.
He smiled at her. "You're not still drunk, are you?"
"No, I'm not," She chuckled, "It's the truth."
"Thank you," He said softly, "But you are the girl with the doe eyes."
She blushed and he gave her a small pat on her arm, stating that they were done. He picked her up and she locked her hands with his neck as he carried her back to bed. However, when he gently laid her, Elena tugged at his shirt, pulling him closer.
And then neither of them knew what happened.
Elena reached out for him and in a brief second, her lips were on his, kissing him softly. He seemed surprised, but then he scooped her in his arms again and returned the kiss, holding her now warm body against his as much as possible. Her lips were incredibly soft against his.
These feelings were going to kill him. He knew he had to stop, even though she wanted it. Actually, she started to kiss him.
"Elena...we can't," Damon said even though his heart was breaking inside. "I can't...Not like this..."
"Damon, I want to...I want you to kiss me," Elena pleaded, capturing his lips again.
This time, Damon didn't stop. He kissed her again, and they both knew that they were doing nothing wrong.
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