The Ribbon's Threads


Disclaimer: I do not own any VD characters. I only own my own, Shailene Pierce. (damon, Damon, DAMON, DAMON!)

Note: Here you go guys! Chapter 9 as promised! 2 updates...WHAT ARE THE ODDS? Also I'm shifting into different POVs...fair warning.

Enjoy Chapter 9!


Chapter 9- To Live again

DAMON'S POV

It was finally time. I'm finally going to have her back. We'll be together again. After 145 years, I was finally going to have Katherine back. I fidgeted as Bonnie and her grandmother chanted in Latin. The ground rumbled as the spell was finished and the tomb was opened. I pulled Elena close to my side and pulled her in with me. We walked a few steps before I separated from her and went off to search for Katherine's body. She screeched as she turned not finding me there.

"Damon? Damon?" She continued to cry my name. It was quiet for a moment before I heard a scream echo throughout the tomb. "Elena?" I smelt blood. Elena's blood. I ran back in her direction but stopped abruptly as I smelled Stefan's scent. Knowing Stefan, he had probably taken care of her. I searched for Katherine again. I looked throughout the whole cave, twice. There was no trace of her ever being here.

"What the hell? How can she not be here?"

"Damon! We have to go! Now!" I ignored Stefan as I continued to murmur to myself and pace, hands constantly running through my hair.

"She's not here!" I grasped the blood bag from my leather jacket and launched it at the wall, blood exploding everywhere. Stefan gripped my jacket and pulled, but I wouldn't move from the spot. "Damon!"

"Damon! Stefan! We have to get out of here! Now!" I turned and glared at Elena. The way her face looked like Katherine just angered me more. But her beautiful face was contorted into fear and worry as she pleaded again.

"Please."

I huffed in frustration and pulled my jacket out of Stefan's grasp and headed towards the exit. We barely made it as the door closed and sealed behind us.


SHAILENE'S POV

"Shailene…Shailene…"

Warm liquid spilled down my throat, relieving the dry, achy feeling. I sputtered trying to swallow more. A scream was released, high and sharp and soon the blood stopped flowing. My eyes fluttered open to see Annabelle's blurry figure smiling down at me. My lips quirked up and a small smile appeared.

"Annabelle…"

"Stefan, please help her."

'Stefan?'

I felt my body lift and cradle into warm arms. My eyes fluttered open again to see Stefan's face. "Stefan." My arms flew around his neck and pulled him closer as my face pressed into his cheek. He rubbed my arm as he moved out of the tomb. He gently placed me on the ground again.

"Watch her. I'm going back in after Damon."

My head was lifted onto someone's lap. Chanting filled my ears as I looked up again. There, right above me, was Katherine.

"Ka…Katherine?"

I shielded my eyes from the bright light of the rising flames. I was left there again as Katherine got up and went back inside the tomb. The witches, I presumed, buckled as the spell became more intense and stronger.

"I can't… I can't do it!"

"Yes, you can! Keep going!"

Soon Katherine, Stefan, and Damon exited the tomb and its door closed. Stefan ran to me once more and cradled me in his arms. I felt a cool breeze blow through my dusty hair as we stepped outside into the dark night. It was pitch black and dead quiet. Damon walked away and was standing with his body slumped, eyes hollow and grey. Katherine stepped over to him and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Stefan…is that…"

"No, Shailene. That isn't Katherine."


DAMON'S POV

I felt empty. I was alone again. Everything I went through and she wasn't even in there. Elena pulled me in tighter and I rested my head on her shoulder. My eyes roamed over to Stefan, and then, I noticed her. My eyes grew wide and my body grew ridged as I stared at the crumpled corpse in his arms. She was so fragile that if he dropped her, she would break into a million pieces. I felt my nostrils flare and my jaw clenching. I violently ripped out of Elena's hold and trudged over to Stefan. I looked at her small form, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. She was weak. She needed blood. I grabbed her roughly from Stefan. The movement jostled her and she groaned into my chest.

"Take Elena home." I grunted, moving away.

"Where are you going?" Stefan questioned.

"She needs blood." With that, I sprinted to the boarding house and kicked the door open with brute force. Kicking it behind me again, I placed her gently on the couch and went to go grab another blood bag. Pouring it into a mug, I placed it into the microwave and pressed the button. I watched as the cup rotated and listened to the numbers beeping by. It finally dinged and I pulled it open, grabbing the mug. I re-entered the living room again to find her body gone.

"Damon."

Her voice made me whip around, almost spilling the hot blood in the process. She had taken her hair out of the ribbon she had tied in it. The waves cascaded down, stopping just above the small of her back. Her eyes were bright and shimmery even if they were the color of the blackest black. Her cheeks had a small tint of color along with her small mouth. Even though she was dressed in her dirty old dress and was practically dead in that tomb for 145 years, she looked absolutely radiant. I felt a twinge in my stomach as I stared at her dumbfounded.

Her hands reached up slowly and her delicate fingers traced the texture of my leather jacket. Grasping her hand, I replaced my jacket with the mug handle and pushed it towards her. Her face wrinkled and she brought the cup to her nose. She inhaled deeply before drinking, taking it in long gulps. Her cheeks were completely rosy along with her lips and her hair returned to its natural dark brown color.

"Mmmm." She murmured turning and placing the mug on the counter. She shook her hair of the dust and cleared her throat. "What year is it?"

"2009."

She sighed and turned back to face me. "That explains the outfit." My gaze trailed over her dress once more.

"You should probably shower and then rest for a little while."

Her eyes were blank. "…What's…a shower?"

I chuckled lightly and grasped her hand, gently pulling her up the stairs and down the corridor to my room. I dragged her in and opened the door to the bathroom. I let her go as I turned on the water to a perfect warm temperature.

"That's a shower."

Her eyes widened slightly at that fact and backed away a little. Rolling my eyes, I pulled her back in and shut the door.

"I'm just going to rip this."

Before she could respond, I grabbed both sides of the fabric and pulled. The sound echoed loudly as the dress dropped down the length of her body. She shivered as my fingers loosened the strings on her corset.

"Damon…I don't know how to…use that."

How was I supposed to respond to that? Was she really thinking what I thought she was thinking? If this was some stranger I wouldn't be opposed to just ripping my clothes off. But this, this was ten times more different then some girl I found and seduced home from the bar. But, she had been asleep for 145 years. Things have definitely changed for her. Defeated, I slowly took off my jacket and started unbuttoning my shirt. Her face held the same expression, lost and confused, but she didn't stop me. Her eyes lowered to the buttons of my jeans being released from the clasp and the zipper being pulled down. She faced the shower curtain again and I pulled at what was left of the corset. Somehow, my hand flew up to feel the skin on her back, trailing down the bronze smoothness. She trembled as I pulled the last article of clothing left on her body as well as mine. Making sure to keep my eyes on her face, I pulled her into my chest and into the shower.


SHAILENE'S POV

"I'll have Elena take you shopping tomorrow." Damon said softly pulling the shirt over my head. The black shirt was fairly large for someone as tone and lean as Damon. It stretched past my knees and almost looked like a long sleeve shirt. Maybe I was the one too small. I don't know but all I wore was a shirt, nothing else. I was placed on the bed while he dried my hair with a cottony rag. The rag pulled away and my hair dropped in wavy ringlets. The smell wafted up my nose smelling faintly of strawberries.

"Elena?"

"Yes. The girl you saw earlier."

"Why does she look like Katherine?"

Damon hesitated. He was drying his own hair, moving over to hang the rag off a chair. "I honestly don't know, Shai."

My nose crinkled at the pet name. He caught sight of my face and his eyes softened, lips releasing a low laugh. He walked over to the other side and laid down, pulling me in with him. I felt the muscles in my whole body relax as I molded myself into the bed. My eyes drifted to Damon. He was lying on his back, eyes boring into the ceiling. My body inched its way closer. Finally reaching him, my head rested on his chest along with my right hand. My left arm curled underneath his right arm and my fingers rested on his shoulder. I laid comfortably taking in the smell of his cool skin. He smelled different then he did in 1864. I felt his right hand grip my waist as his other hand gripped the hand on his chest, pulling me in closer and kissing my forehead. My body gave in to the heavy sleepy feeling and drifted into a dreamless sleep.


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