Chapter 11 - How could they give up so easily
A/N: Was listening to in my veins - Andrew belle, this is love, talk you down - both by the script and never let me go (florence and the machine)when writing this
SPOV
We got back to the boarding house only to find Bonnie was already sat at the dining table but she paid no attention to us as she argued in whispers to Elena.
"...Don't want to do this" Bonnie told her in harshened whispers. Elena looked up from her catching sight if our arrival so Bonnie turned to look at us.
"I know you don't want to do this and believe me if there was another way I wouldn't ask you" this side of Damon was slightly creepy but I liked it although I was tempted to make some sarcastic remark but that might just cause more harm than good so I knew better than to rile him up.
His hair was all messy as he'd been running his fingers out of frustration. Even though his was tired, the tiredness was showing on his face making him look older. He'd accustomed to my brooding with the creases on his forehead forming as he looked around the room.
"I know you don't want to do this" Damon stumbled forwards with a slight stammer in his steps. Running his fingers through his hair he sighed and ten dropped his hands to his sides. "Please just help me find her"
"And if I don't?" Bonnie stood up, her chin jutted defiantly as she stared him down.
"She will probably die" Damon growled then like the mad man he was acting like, he growled and grabbed at his hair fiercely, walked towards his alcohol picked it up to place on his lips but then snarled and threw the bottle away from him. It landed in the fire making the blaze fiercer and the flames come to life.
His whole frame shaking as he looked away from all of us breathing heavily.
Silence filled the room; Elena stared wide-eyed at his actions, Caroline was shocked as was Bonnie. I however simply felt sorry for my brother. He shouldn't go through this.
"Okay" Bonnie broke the uncomfortable silence. We all turned to her including Damon who sent a grateful nod to her.
"I'll need something personal that belongs to her and her photograph" her voice was croaky as even she shook, undermining the boldness she was tried to uphold.
Without a word, Damon rushed upstairs before Bonnie had even finished. He came back swiftly with an old photo dated 1887. It was Isabelle in a long light blue floor-length dress, a white and blue bonnet on her head covering her piled up hair. Along with that, he held in his other arm, a silver necklace with an intricate design - possibly her family crest.
"Here" he hurriedly placed them on the table and waited for the next phase of the ritual. Bonnie went in the kitchen and returned with candles, she then place herself on the chair on the dining table.
Damon walked to the chair but then moved back to pace the floor, sending wary glances at Bonnie, who was now reciting her native tongue causing the candles to light up.
She placed a palm over the necklace and it slowly lifted up, her muttering grew louder. Not only was the candle flame fiercer so were the flames in the fire.
Elena gasped when the windows flung open and the wind whooshed in putting out the candle flames.
Silence filled the room and we watched as Bonnie slumped in her chair obviously tired, Elena immediately rushed to check if she was okay.
The whole ordeal confirmed that we wouldn't be able to find her. Looking at Damon, I waited for his fury but it never came instead he simply looked defeated, like the whole world had crashed down onto him. He'd given up.
But then as he was turning for the door but stopped as Bonnie called out,
"I know where she is"
DPOV
Wow my emotions were wayward today and even though it might be easier to just switch off, I knew that I couldn't bring myself to.
After Bonnie told us the directions, I jumped in my beloved mustang ready to leave but the others trailed in after me.
As much as I wanted to argue and give a lecture, I knew that would make take time and each second we wasted was bringing Isa closer to death.
With a sigh, I pulled out of the driveway and followed Bonnie's instructions, thankfully it wasn't far from here. I accelerated the speed to the maximum not caring about the dangers but right now Isa was my main priority.
Speeding past the town, we were now nearing Georgia? Why did she go to Georgia?
Not now.
Excitement and fear mingled in me as I awaited the fate that would be on the side of the road according to Vonnie. She didn't know if Isa was alive or not so I didn't know what I was going to.
"What's that?" Caroline pointed ahead and we looked forwards to a parked car. It was Isa's - her dodge challenger veered off the road.
Not knowing what I was doing, I acted on impulse, shut the engine off and hopped out of the car.
"Please be alive. Please be alive" I chanted over and over in my mind ad I neared my future. I paused at the skid marks which indicated she'd swerved into a stop.
Breathing heavily, I reached the car but no one was in it.
No one.
Thoughts reeled in my mind and the excitement I'd felt was being dominated by the numbing fear.
"Isa" her name was a soft breathe through my lips as I whipped my head around in search of any clues. "She's not here. Fuck, wha- how?" the rage returned which was the reason why I struck my clenched fist onto the glass causing it to penetrate through the window, shards if glass flew everywhere.
And it felt good.
One hit wasnt enough as I began to punch into the metal causing the car to groan in protest but each hit it took was allowing my rage to flare. From the back of my mind, I heard the others draw in near to me but I was past caring as I gave a frustrated growl before pushing the car causing it to roll over the side in a crash.
"Damon!" Elena's scared voice halted my movements, turning to face her, I saw the panic stricken expression it held as her eyes were filled with glistening tears.
"We'll find her" she cried out to me and I dropped my readied clenched fist.
"How Elena? How will we find her? She could be dead already. Tell me how are we going to find her?" closing the space between us so our faces were only inches apart. Cautiously, her fingers shook as she reached up and I watched her movement in wonder, surprised when she placed her warm palm onto my cheek.
"We'll find her" she whispered and I could feel the sting in my eyes.
"Hey guys" Caroline called to us and we snapped out of it to turn to see as she pointed to sighing on the other aide of the crashed car. Pulling out of Elena's grasp, I ran around to see what Malibu vamp had caught sight of. Freezing in my steps when seeing what she'd caught.
A trail of blood...leading further into the woods
Hurriedly, I pushed my energy over the edge as I ran following by the trail. The fear returned now as the smell of the blood grew stronger.
Halting in my movements, my eyes paused to digest the scene unravelling before me.
Her dress was torn at the hem and I found the reason to be wrapped around her wound but it hadn't helped much. I also took note of the fact that she was barefoot. She looked even paler than usual - almost ashen. Her eyelids had drooped, hiding away her beautiful brown eyes. Her hair was splayed all over the dampened earth, wet from the drizzle that had taken re place of the sun.
My knees trembled with each step to near her and I succumbed to the weakness once i was by her side, cradling her now cold body to me not wanting to ever let go.
She couldn't be dead. She just couldn't. I wouldn't let her leave me. I couldn't.
Bonnie and Elena reached us after a few seconds lapsing with the sight before them.
"She's not dead" snapping at their defeat. How could they give up so easily? She wasn't dead.
I rocked her, not getting up from the moist earth, I didn't want to move - not yet. The rain grew heavier, raindrops fell down onto us.
"Damon" Elena called to me but I didn't look at her this time. I continued to whisper to Isabelle, ignoring what was around us.
"Come back Isa. Come back to me" this continued but I paused when Elena's hand fell onto my shoulder. Turning to her, I saw her eyes widen for some unknown reason. She had given up. Why were they giving up?
She wasn't dead. She wasn't gone. She hasn't left.
Without a word, I stood up, Isabelle still in my arms as I carried her bridal style towards the car (my car).
"I'll have to buy her a new car. She'd love that type of shopping" chuckling at her hatred for shopping even though she loved to look good.
Ignoring the wary glances the others shared, I continued past them and went towards the main road. Vaguely, I could hear the shuffling of their feet grazing the leaves as they followed after us.
"Damon..." she whimpered in her somewhat slumber. Snapping my eyes to her, I caught sight of her eyes which locked with mine.
"Isa" an elated emotion burst in me and my denial transitioned into hope. To answer me, her eyes drooped once more and her head simply lolled to the side so I angle my arms in order for her to rest it on my chest.
My once slow walk was now a run as my heart soared with hope...
