N: So that day of the week again…and finally some Delena on a deeper level…you'll see what I'm talking about. Please, do enjoy!
Thank you Valerie (2serendipity) for beta-reading this crazy, long chapters; you rock!
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"Stay behind me!" Damon said, and Elena took a step backwards. He knocked on the door softly and it opened almost immediately.
"I was wondering when you'd get here…" a blonde woman said from the other side, "I can't help you…I won't help you, but then you already knew that, Damon, didn't you?" she asked and Damon nodded. "You're not here alone," the woman said and Damon stepped aside, revealing Elena standing behind him.
"Beatrice, this is Elena; Elena, meet Beatrice," Damon said, Beatrice smiled. She extended her hand and grabbed Elena's, holding it in her own for a few moments.
"Oh…She's light to your darkness…but she's…hhhmmm…poor soul, so much pain, sadness and guilt," she mumbled and Elena's eyes flew in Damon's direction.
"I told you she was special," he said.
"I wish I could tell you that you wouldn't lose anyone else, that your pain was over…but it's not. Please, come in!" she said and Damon and Elena stepped inside. "It's been 19 years; I'm surprised you even remembered where I live," Beatrice turned and walked over to the sofa, but didn't sit down; instead, she motioned for them to do that. "I can't help you save him, Damon. I know he's your brother and I'll keep my promise to you: I won't kill him, but I can't help him… You know how he killed my sister," her voice was now sad and full of emotions.
"He did, but he's not the same person anymore. It happened 20 years ago…"
"I was just a kid and I had to watch him drain the life out of her, drop by drop. He would've killed me too if you hadn't dragged me out of there," she said and Elena looked at Damon who clearly avoided making eye contact with her. "I'm telling you now, what I told you then. Your brother can't be saved. He will always return to the darkness that is buried inside him. You might get him to be good now, but he'll fall off the wagon again and again; you know it's who he is… I'm sorry. Do you mind?" she asked, extending her hand.
"Not at all," he said, placing the palm of his hand in hers.
"The answers you're looking for are not to be found here. The child whose soul resides between life and death is the one who will tell you what you want to know…" she mumbled and Damon's eyebrows met in the middle. "Go home, Damon! Everything you're looking for is there."
"Is there anything else you can tell me?" he asked.
"Stop fighting it; you can't make it go away…and neither can you," she said, her eyes going from Damon to Elena.
"Fight what?" Elena asked, looking confused.
"The feelings you have for each other. There will be pain and death, and all you'll have is one another. If you deny that, you'll lose that too and end up alone. Now, would you like some tea?" she asked and Elena nodded.
***season three – off the wagon***
"Hey Ric, where's Damon? And Elena?" Caroline asked as soon as she, Bonnie and Jeremy stepped inside the Boarding house.
"They left for London; they'll be back tomorrow night," the teacher answered.
"What? Why?" Jeremy exclaimed.
"Looking for a witch; an old friend of Damon's," he answered.
"Damon has a friend?" Bonnie asked surprised.
"Hey, don't ask; I know I didn't."
"What about the…Matt's mom's boyfriend?"
"Well, he's immune to vervain, so I guess he's a werewolf. You need to call Tyler and have him bring some wolfsbane to keep him weak," he said and Caroline pulled her phone from her pocket. The device went off and she answered immediately.
"Hey, I was just about to call you…"
***season three – off the wagon***
"Caroline, thank God…" Tyler started and Matt got up from the couch.
"Hey, I was just about to call you…"
"Where are you? You left without a word! I… we were worried…"
"Tyler, listen to me! I need you to bring me some wolfsbane; I'm at the Boarding house. And hurry, it's a full moon tonight!"
"I know that…but why do you need the…you got Robert already?"
"Yes, we did…"
"We…so you weren't alone?"
"Of course not; Damon and Alaric were there."
"Oh, good, that's good. We'll be there in ten…"
"Wait, I don't want Matt involved in any of this. Can you please tell him I'm ok and take him home? Plus he needs to come up with a story to tell his mom for why her boyfriend's gone missing," Caroline said in a weak voice.
"Sure, no problem," he answered.
"I told you she'd answer if she knew it was you," Matt said as soon as Tyler switched off his phone.
"She wanted me to tell you she's fine and that you need to come up with a story to tell your mother. They've already got Robert at the Boarding house. Come on, I'm dropping you off at your house and then I have to go to the Boarding House!"
***season three – off the wagon***
"So… Stefan killed your sister?" Elena asked hesitantly.
Beatrice poured three cups of tea and placed them on the small round table.
"Yes, twenty years ago. I watched him do it…I fainted from the shock and the next thing I knew, I woke up in a hotel room, with him," she said, pointing towards Damon. "He explained what happened and asked me where I lived so he could take me back to my parents…"
"And then she told me her parents died six months before. It was just her and her sister…"
"He stayed with me until I turned 18 to be legally on my own. Also he begged me not to go after his brother, and so I promised I wouldn't."
"Yes, you did."
"Well, you did save my life."
"You were a special girl," he said and Beatrice smiled.
"Yeah, but you didn't know that when you saved me. You can't fool me, Damon Salvatore. You're one of the good guys."
"You'll ruin my reputation," Damon complained, rolling his eyes.
"So, you can see the future?" Elena asked.
"Kind of…I don't see people, just feelings. I see your soul in the future, and if you see someone's soul, you can see what they feel."
"And you saw mine… You told me there would be more pain, but that doesn't mean that someone's going to die, does it?" Elena asked. She prayed the woman would say 'no'; she just couldn't take any more death. Too many people had died, too many people she loved … and she wasn't sure she could go through that again.
"Well… I can't be sure. Like I told you, I don't see people…plus, I don't know you that well, but I can see you're a very caring person. You hold a lot of people in your heart, and one of them, one that's very close to you, is going to disappear from your life, causing you much pain. Not as much as if he or she would die, but the way it's going to happen, is going to be bad. I'm sorry I can't tell you more," Beatrice said apologetically.
"It's ok…" Elena murmured, more for herself.
***season three – off the wagon***
Katherine pushed the door open and stepped inside. She stopped in the middle of the living room and looked around for a few moments. She took a deep breath and licked her lips. She knew he had been there; she'd missed him by a few hours; she could still smell him. She knew it was Stefan; she could identify his scent in a million.
Her plan was not the simplest. She needed to stay away from Klaus and reach Stefan; seeing as they were together, that was an almost impossible task. But Katherine wasn't stupid; she knew Klaus was on to her, and she knew why he'd let her go. She did spend over 500 years running from him, so she kind of knew him. His moves, the way he thought and what he was capable of when his plans didn't work out as he wished.
She took a seat on the white leather couch, crossing her legs, and then spent a few minutes contemplating her next move.
***season three – off the wagon***
"What are we going to do in Boston?" Stefan asked.
"Katherine has been here, and I need to find out what her business was," Klaus answered.
"Yeah, whatever…" Stefan mumbled, obviously bored. "We have another hour or so of driving," he complained.
"I know, good thing we have breakfast to go," Klaus said, taking the hand of a strawberry blonde girl in his. He raised his hand and caressed her face, letting his fingertips slide over her full lips as he licked his, already anticipating the flavour of her blood. The girl smiled at him, then she turned around to face her friend, who was sitting in Stefan's lap.
The girl was in her early twenties. She had dark, curly hair and baby blue eyes. Her skin was white like porcelain, contrasting with her red lips and black eyeliner. She was wearing a tight, short, burgundy dress, showing off her long legs. Identical, pink bite marks were scattered all over her skin, but she didn't seem to mind.
Stefan stuck his hand in her hair, letting his thumb wander over her ear, her cheek, her jaw line, and the girl moaned softly. She bit her bottom lip and crossed her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her. She passed the tip of her tongue over the thin line that separated his lips and they opened, granting her permission to get inside.
She pulled his hair, forcing his head to the side and kissed him…a hungry, desperate kiss. Stefan growled and in two moves he had her back pressed against his chest, her tight, round ass in his lap and her head resting on his shoulder. He brushed her hair away, revealing her long, soft neck. He lowered his head and took a deep breath. His eyes became red rimmed as his soft green eyes changed to an unreal shade of turquoise. He opened his mouth and passed his tongue over his canines. He placed his hand under her jaw and let his deathly fangs pierce her skin.
"She has fire, this one," Klaus said after Stefan finally pulled away.
Stefan turned to face him; their eyes met and they exchanged a conspiratorial look that made Klaus smile. He raised his hand to his mouth and bit into his own wrist, pushing it into the young girl's mouth. The girl didn't protest; she just drank his blood until he pulled his hand away. She wiped her mouth, using the back of her hand, then she licked the blood off it.
Stefan's hand traveled from her waist to her chest, closing around her neck and her fingers clawed at his. Her eyes opened wide as she was desperately trying to breathe, but his grip was making it impossible. A few moments later she sank down lifeless in his arms.
"I like them better when they're dead," Stefan said, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
***season three – off the wagon***
"What?" Damon asked, taking his eyes off the road to look at her.
"Nothing…" Elena answered, her eyes still fixed on him.
"Would you please stop staring at me like that! It's distracting," he complained, and Elena smiled softly.
"I was just thinking that…"
"Don't!"
"You didn't even let me finish," she complained.
"I know what you were about to say. I saved a little girl from my brother 20 years ago; don't make a big deal out of it! I still killed more people than you can count," he said in a weak voice.
Elena bit her lip nervously as she covered his hand with hers.
"You're not a monster, Damon…" she whispered carefully.
"Yes, I am," he yelled and she pulled her hand back in a second. Before she had the chance to realize what was happening, they were in the middle of nowhere and he was pulling over. He stopped the engine and turned to face her. "Don't look for noble qualities in me, Elena; I don't have any! I'm not good…I'm not him…"
"I know, I know you're not him. I don't want you to be him…I don't want you to be anyone else…I just want you to be you… He was about to kill a little girl 20 years ago, and you saved her. You're not him…I know…I know…" she kept whispering those two words over and over again.
"That doesn't make up for the hundreds of lives I did take and I don't even want to make up for. I won't apologize for it either. I'm a vampire, killing is my nature, blood is my essence…" he said as he let his sharp, white fangs extend. His eyes changed color and thick purple-green veins made their appearance by the corners of his eyes. "I. Am. A. Vampire."
"I know…" she murmured again. She turned more towards him in her seat and took his face between her palms, softly caressing his face, her chocolate brown eyes looking directly into his metallic blue ones. "I know who you are…I don't want you to change. I never wanted you to change. I just want you to accept that there's more to you than just a vampire. You're a man too, and no matter what you say, you have plenty of noble qualities. You're honest, you're passionate, you're loyal, you're determined, you're brave and no matter how much you deny it, you care. You care for your brother, for me, for Caroline whose life you saved even if it meant putting your own in danger."
Suddenly his Camaro was too small and the space seemed to be getting tighter. He was conscious of her delicate hands on his face, her body warmth, her sweet scent, her uneven breath and her wet, rosy tongue caressing her lips.
She was conscious of his cold hand over hers, his right leg touching hers, his slightly opened mouth, his bedazzling scent and his hypnotizing blue eyes.
Her heart started beating a thousand miles a minute. Her hand slid on his face all the way to his mouth, her index finger going over his bottom lip in slow motion, then over one of his fangs. She pressed against the tip of his canine until it cut her skin, and she moaned softly. Blood the color of candy apples started dripping from the tiny wound, touching his lips.
His hand caught hers and pushed her finger into his warm mouth, and he sucked the blood softly through the straw her finger crated. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath.
Both their phones went off at the same time, making them jump away from each other. Damon let out an animalistic growl and got out of the car, slamming the door with enough force to make the car shake.
Elena passed her hand through her hair and took a few deep breaths before reaching for her phone. She looked at the screen and saw 'Jeremy'. She answered and placed the phone between her shoulder and her ear, using her hands to look for a paper napkin in her bag to cover her still bleeding finger.
N: Here you go, I hope this chapter would make you review…it deserves it, right?