Helloooooo! Right, I hope the chapter is good, I am so happy with all of the great reviews, the best gift a writer could ask for :') My song inspiration this time was Christina Perry's Jar of Hearts :D
Who do you think you are, running round leaving scars?
Collecting your jar of hearts, and tearing love apart.
You're going to catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul,
So don't come back for me, who do you think you are?
"It's Damon" He said, as he pulled her into a protective embrace.
Elena's eyes widened in fear at the chilling name. Horrid memories came flooding back.
"No," She felt tears well up in her eyes. "No, no, no, no ,no!" She sobbed, pushing him away for a reason of which she didn't know why. Stefan shushed her, and wiped away the tears.
"Stay strong for me." He said as comfortingly. "Damon!" he called to the dark, snowy sky. "We know you're out here. Show yourself, brother." He said the last word with venom. A dark figure walked out of the shadows, slowly clapping.
"Hurrah! Three cheers for Stefan. You finally found me." He said, an evil smirk lurking on his arrogant face. He turned to look at Elena, and his smile quickly disappeared. "I killed you!" He said angrily. Elena took a few moments to make herself feel strong and answered back.
"A witch friend of mine brought me back to life."
"Witches. I should have known. But hey, maybe it's a good thing that you're alive. It means I get to have a little fun with you!" he pondered. Elena snuggled into Stefan, shaking. Then, Damon's expression changed to a look of arrogance and evil.
"Actually... why don't we let Stefan have some fun!" He ran over to Stefan at an inhuman speed, and pushed him.
"Don't you ever imagine it? Don't you ever imagine what her blood tastes like huh?" Damon pushed Stefan again.
"Damon, stop it." Damon pushed Stefan again, ignoring his request. "Damon, stop!"
"You must've imagined it! It's amazing Stefan…" He smiled, and then crossed the line. "I would know." At that Stefan lunged at Damon, his beautiful face twisted with snarling rage. He was on edge right now, not a good sign. They fought it out, punching and kicking each other, Elena trying to figure out what to do. Before she could do anything, Damon ran over to Elena and pushed her, sending her flying into a stone wall, covered in moss and tiny little red flowers, lit in the night up by dim lamplight. Her head smacked into the wall, and sticky crimson liquid ran down a large cut on the side of her forehead. Blood. She closed her eyes, growing weaker, but not before she saw Damon smirk at her and run away. Stefan must've seen her get hit, as he was impossibly quick over to her. She opened her eyes weakly to see Stefan's beautiful face, his eyes glazed over red; dark veins sprouting under his eyes; sharp white fangs protruding from his lips. All at the sight of her blood. He hesitantly reached out a pale hand and two fingers touched the blood on her head. He put it to his lips, and swallowed. He suddenly had hungry but ashamed eyes.
"I'm so sorry," He whispered, and sunk his fangs into her throat.
"Ah!" She cried out, at the sharp jolt of pain. "Stefan… please… stop!" She lifted up her hands with the little strength she had, and tried to push him away. Suddenly, the pain stopped, and Stefan stared at her, utterly ashamed of himself. Elena was so weak from blood-loss, that she shut her eyes, to exhausted and mad at Stefan to do anything more. She felt soft, sturdy hands gently pick her up as if she would snap if they handled her any rougher. Then as if in a blur, she was whisked off into the night.