Chapter 10

Love is failing me,

Her body is failing her,

Don't do this to me,

Don't do this to me.

No, no, no. Not yet, please God, no.

He was running at full speed, a spell in his hand, given to him by a faithful old witch. Elena couldn't die. Not tonight. Not when he was finally going to profess his love for her. No. Why hadn't Damon taken proper care of her? He knew he should've gotten her back the minute he found out Damon had taken her but no, he had thought to trust Damon. Damon Salvatore, of all people. And now she was dying.

He ran with all his might, praying his legs to push harder on the ground.

And as my feet hit the ground,

Your life sways my every thought,

I remember all those times, I reminisce,

As I might not get to hold you tomorrow.

Please, hold on.

Bonnie rushed up from behind the trees. Damon breathed a heavy sigh of relief, glad he called her. She quickly crouched over to where Elena was laying, and put her ears to Elena's heart. She couldn't hear anything. Tears trickled down her face. No, she thought, Not Elena. In a minute, the Grimoire was in front of her and she was performing a variety of spells. Nothing worked.

She tried and tried again, all in vain. Damon finally put his hand on her trembling ones and simply said, "Stop."

So she did. She stopped the spells and started weeping. Tears steamed at full speed and she started shaking. Damon tried his best to comfort her but she couldn't stop. She couldn't stop thinking about all those times that she'd gotten mad at Elena, all those times she'd snapped at her and Elena had still remained faithful, all those times she'd blamed Elena for the death of her mother, when it hadn't been her fault, all those times when she'd shut Elena out when she was trying to be nothing more than a friend.

Niklaus. As she drifted towards death, her mind wandered to Klaus. His touch, his embrace, his love. She knew that she had betrayed her aunt and her friends by loving him, but it's the forbidden fruit that tastes the sweetest.

A burning pain seared through her but her lips uttered not a word. Her arms laid limp at her side, her legs neatly rested on the road. She could hear Damon's cries and, as much as she wanted to get up, to soothe him, to give him a hug and tell him it was alright, her body disobeyed and prevented her from moving. She felt as she was being ripped apart from inside out.

Then suddenly, it stopped. The pain, the gut wrenching feeling, the agony, it all stopped. She lay blissfully on the ground. None of the two were quite sure what happened.

Had the curse stopped, or Elena's life?