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CHAPTER 9:
It's June 14.
Three days have passed, and nothing happened.
I'm in the clearing.
Stefan came in the other night to tell me that Caroline had left. I was shocked. Why would Caroline leave? I was about to ask Stefan, but he pointed out that my wound was no longer worn on my neck. I got up and looked in the mirror. It was gone! I was safe!
I'm still trying to figure out why Caroline had decided to leave. Damon and her seemed so close, I was surprised why she had just packed up and left him.
It's about two in the morning, and I'm staring out at the crescent moon through my window. My eyes suddenly water as I remember sitting outside with my parents at our lake house. There was a small dock off the edge of the lake, and every night, my parents would sit outside and watch the moon. I snuck outside one night to enjoy the moon as well, and they had caught me. I was so afraid that I was in trouble, but my dad invited me over to watch with them, and the next night, I begged to go back out, and they agreed. Ever since that night, it was like a ritual, going out to the dock and watching the moon mingle with the specks of stars in the night sky.
I shake my head as I attempt to get my thoughts under control. I've been so emotional these last few days, and it's really annoying me. I'm not usually emotional, and I know that it's my transition that's causing this.
I decide to go downstairs. I doubt that Damon's asleep, and I'm not even tired. I walk over to the closet that held Caroline's stuff and grab my robe and slip it on over my pajamas.
As I head down the stairs, I see Damon laying on the couch.
"Damon," I say softly, and when he doesn't answer, I say his name again.
"Damon, are you sleeping?"
Once no reply comes, I shake my head. I guess I was wrong. I make my way upstairs softly, trying not to wake him.
"Elena,"
His soft voice stops me in my tracks. Was he pretending, or just not answering me?
"What are you doing up?" he asks me, and I slowly make my way back down the stairs.
"I can't sleep," I smile weakly. Damon nods, and I swallow.
"Can I ask you something?" I ask him. I need to know the answer, because it's been bugging me for the last few days.
"You just did," he smirks, and I laugh softly.
"Damon, I'm serious," I say. His look changes immediately and he nods slowly.
"Why did Caroline leave?" Surely he knows the answer to this. He was the last person to talk to her.
"It doesn't matter," he says, his voice sharp and guarded.
"Why won't you tell me?" I ask softly, wrapping my arms tighter around myself.
"Because it's not about you, Elena," he says angrily. "Caroline's reason for leaving does not concern you," he hisses and I move closer, sensing the exact opposite of his words.
"Why do you think I can't handle anything?" I ask. "Why do you have to act like I'm some fragile human?" I ask.
"Because you are human, Elena!" he says, moving closer to me.
"Aren't you the one who told me that I wasn't human?" I remind him, and Damon's eyes shine with a flash of annoyance.
"Don't go and twist my words, Elena," he says quietly.
Twist his-?
"I'm not twisting anything!" I snap. "Listen to you! Look, I don't know what your problem is, but I don't understand how you won't ever tell me anything! I have a right to know, Damon! It's my life! If you're going to waste your time saving me, then at least don't shut me out when I want answers."
"Elena, I have no problem. You're the one with the problem. And you don't get answers." he snaps.
"You're so confusing. One second, you say that I'm not human, and here you are saying that that's the reason that you won't tell me anything! One second, your nearly killing me, and the next, your saving me from my ex-boyfriend." I huff. "I'm just trying to understand."
"I don't tell you anything for your own good, Elena!" Damon snaps. "What do you want me to say? That I worry about you? That I shouldn't worry about you? That I'm an idiot for so many reasons that you can't even begin to imagine?" Damon moves to stand directly in front of me. "You want the truth, Elena? Here's the truth. I do stupid things, Elena. I make stupid decisions, only to get them thrown in my face. I do stupid things and lie to protect the people I c-"
Damon's words stop, and I think he realizes that he's went to far. But it's too late. I know what he was going to say. He knows what he was going to say.
"Damon, what were you going to say?" I ask him, and he looks down at me, his vulnerability smeared across his face.
"Damon, what-"
My words are stopped as his mouth crashes onto mine. I respond immediately, wrapping my arms around his neck. Damon's hands lace around my waist, pulling me to him. I breathe in, shocked at his actions, and his tongue plunges into my mouth. And I'm lost. Damon's hands roam all around my body, and run my fingers through his tousled hair.
Out of nowhere, My neck begins to sting. I let out a cry of pain as I clamp my hand to my neck.
"Elena," Damon says softly. He picks me up and carries me over to the couch.
"What's wrong?" Stefan asks urgently as he runs into the room.
"My neck, it's burning," I hiss, and Damon's hand moves mine.
"It's the bite," Damon breathes, and I swallow. I feel as if a thousand tiny knives were dipped into flames and are being pierced into my neck.
"What the hell?" Stefan says angrily. "What do we do?"
"What's-happening-to me?" I choke as I look up at Damon through watery eyes.
"I don't know," Damon says, rubbing my cheek, and I let out another cry of pain.
"Lucy," Stefan says.
Who's Lucy?
"Stef-"
"She's our only option, Damon," Stefan says cautiously. "She might be able to tell us what's happening."
"Stefan,"
A tall, tan-skinned woman smiles as she opens her door to a small cottage. Her hair is long and sleek, the same color as Damon's. Her eye's are nice and warm.
"Lucy, we need your help," Stefan says, and Lucy bites her lip.
"Lucy, please," Stefan pleads. "Elena, she-she's a transitioning Pureblood vampire, and she was bitten by a werewolf-"
"What?" Lucy's gasp is like a gunshot to my ear, and I whimper. "When did this happen?"
"Three days ago," Stefan says.
"I cannot help you," Lucy shakes her head sadly at Damon as she moves to shut her door. Stefan holds up his hand.
"Wait, wait. I know that you and my brother have had a bad history, but I need you to help save her life. We have no idea what's happening to her, whether she's dying, or anything. She's just a scared girl, Lucy. Please," Stefan begs, and Lucy sighs.
"Fine." she huffs, opening the door. "Come in,"
Stefan walks into the cottage, and I'm carried in by Damon. Lucy tells him to set me down on the table. He does, and once he moves away, Lucy comes over and stands above me.
"What's w-wrong with m-me?" I whimper. Lucy swallows.
"You said that she's still human?" Lucy asks.
"Yes," Damon nods.
"I was asking Stefan." Lucy snaps.
"Yes, Lucy, she's still human." Stefan jumps in.
"Ah, I see the problem," Lucy says. "The werewolf that bit her, was an Alpha."
What?
"What does that even mean?" Damon moans.
"An Alpha werewolf is the only kind of werewolf who can pass on the lycanthrope gene through a bite."
"But she's not human," Damon snaps.
"Oh, She's human," Lucy interrupts. "She may be a Pureblood vampire, but as she's not a fully transitioned one, she's still human."
"So, what does this mean?" I ask, worried to hear her answer.
"It means exactly what you think, sweetheart." Lucy sighs. "That you will transform into a werewolf when the next full moon passes."
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