Just one night, please?
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Bonnie/Damon Stefan/Elena caring
Playlist: Give me love: Ed sheeran
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. They belong to L.J. Smith/The CW.
A/N: Had a writer's block. Have that a lot, sorry folks. But I'm back…! Hope you enjoy! All mistakes are mineeeeeeee .
Blood.
There was blood everywhere. My heart dropped to my stomach, and not in the romantic type of way either. I couldn't process or begin to understand what kind of pain Damon could have been going through for the past couple of days, and to think I was asleep…resting… and talking while he was here…alone.
There he was, tied up both arms to the ceiling, sharp spikes digging in to his wrist as blood trickled down his body. His neck bitten so hard his flesh hung like a piece of thread. Damon's shirt was ripped open, showcasing the deep cuts which were made purposefully, as if the objective were to cause every once a pain a typical human couldn't handle. I tried to catch my breath as I made my way towards him. I walked, then ran not being able to wait any longer to get him the fuck out of here, but was halted and thrown across the room as I tried to use a spell to free him.
''Nah-uh-uh witch,'' he's mine, sorry the confusion.
''Rebecca, what the fuck are you doing, let him go!''. I yelled at the blonde waiting for her to comply.
''Oh what do we have here, a special guess I presume?'' A voice came from a distance.
My head pounding, still not yet recovered from Klaus's blood, I somehow managed to get myself up from the white clear marble floors, wiping the blood from my forehead.
''Now why must you be so cruel to the young girl, sister?'' Klaus pointed out calmly, anger still persistent in his voice.
Rebecca's nostrils flared as she analyzed the way her brother eyed the witch. He couldn't really be feeling anything towards her she thought, but she knew better. Klaus was simply a monster of emotion. He lived on anger, but companionship, family… and love drove him.
I flinched moving away from the hybrid original as he smirked, his dark eyes peeling away every ounce of confidence I thought I had. I was determined either way to get DAMON OUT even if it meant I would be left behind…
''Klaus take me''. I spoke up, grabbing the hand he held out towards me.
''Bonnieeee…n..no''. Damon croaked, groaning as the blades cut deeper in to his wrists.
I spun around, happy tears flowing down my face so damn happy I had reassurance he was still alive. I let go on Klaus's hand, afraid he might just pull me back. I ran to Damon, cupping his face in to the palm of my small hands.
''I'm gonna get you out of here, you understand?'' I whispered to him, his droopy bloody eyes locking instantly with mine. For some odd reason this whole scene felt unreal. Like out of some fucked up twisted romance novel and I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe just maybe me and Damon could be something, something indescribable… but then again there was Elena. No one could compete with the doppelganger right?
''You're…s..so..stubborn'', he began as he struggled to connect his words, his face leaning in to my touch. Listen…a..abo..about the other..day, I didn't..me..mean it.
''Shhh'', don't talk.'' I smiled, wiping the blood from the side of his face. To hell I wast over it, but there was too much going on right this moment which could essentially determine the fate of our lives, I didn't want to spend it with Damon begging for my forgiveness.
Suddenly, I was being dragged away, the air from her lungs stolen as Rebecca held on to my neck, slowly making me dizzy as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Rebecca got off on attention, clearly causing the two men in the room to lose control. Klaus's eyes turned three shades darker than his natural icy blue, as Damon struggled to unchain himself to get to his witch before Rebecca could do anymore damage. Just as Klaus was about to tackle his sister for acting foolish, Stefan appeared at the door, a large black duffle bag in hand.
''Let. Her. Go'' I heard the youngest Salvatore speak with such intensity.
Stefan couldn't lose another friend. Yes he knew Bonnie had been through so much, and still had yet to forgive him over the events that were caused by him, but he couldn't watch another friend of Elena's be killed or hurt over stupid shit that in the end always related back to the Salvatore brothers. The simple thought of letting Bonnie be used as a piece of meat sickened him. She was worth so much more than what she thought, but she yet had to discover the truth behind it all. Damon was falling for her, and there was nothing she could do about. She had to give in or he might just turn to the dark side… with Klaus.
''Ugh, why must you always ruin the fun Salvatore''? Rebecca pouted dropping Bonnie to the floor, not one bit amused she was gasping for her life. The blonde crossed her arms once she realized she was being ignored, once again. She witnessed her brother and the youngest Salvatore staring down one another, pure hatred and disgust pooling from daggers they were sending back and forth.
I held on to my neck, beginning to catch me breathe, and watched in horror as Stefan handed over the stakes to Klaus. I couldn't believe it. The only weapon we had left to kill the original family, Stefan was handing over like an ice-cream cake. I screamed for him to get out and run with the stakes, but found it hard to hear what they were talking about as I focused on the one thing I came for. My blood ran cold.
Damon.
A stake.
In his chest.
He wasn't breathing.
His head bowed down.
I passed out.
A/N: kinda short but I really wanted to get something out there to you guys!:) I'm working on another chapter so I can post this weekend, will be longer I promise. R&R. Love ya'll!
