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I worked really hard on this chapter, trying to make it detailed and quite long... I really hope I didn't leave out any key information. As this is my first ever fanfic to go over three chapters, I am sort of new at this. I forget key pieces of info because I already know the story and have it planned out... so sorry, and if I do leave any out, I hope you determined what is sort of happening :P

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A Love That Breaks All Rules

Chapter 13 - Savior

"Damon?"

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"Elena?"

Damon couldn't breath. He couldn't speak. His world, his life, his meaning failed to exist. She wasn't and would never be in his embrace again. She was gone, and she had taken his heart, and will to go on, with her.

When he had watched her be eaten by the shadows in which that blasted hole possessed, he knew from that second on, that his heart would never beat again. When he watched her disappear, when he cried for her, when he reached for her and screamed for her, he literally felt his heart stop. If heartache was a physical pain he could face it, but he couldn't. His soul ached to be near her. His heart screamed to see her. All he wanted, all he needed was her. Just her, and no one else.

After the ground had stopped shaking and the rocks had stopped falling, Damon sluggishly made his way back down to the room in which they had resided in their time there. As he walked in, the first thing he noticed was the hole. It mocked him as he walked around the rocks, dogging the collections of dust that still insisted on falling.

He stepped around the stone and made his way to the pile of rock that was situated at the back of the remains of the room. He spent his time throwing the rocks over his shoulder, making sure to not let any of them within a meter of the hole. He picked up the small ones and tossed them, dragged the large away and then, when the floor around him was relatively empty, he began searching. He tossed rocks away from him and he clawed at the ground, urging himself to continue looking. He searched for what felt like a century, before he came across it.

The leather poked out from under the rubble, shining as the rays of discarded sunlight hit it. Damon scurried for it, clutching it in his hands and wiping off the dust. The bind of the old leather book was close to giving out. The pages were slipping from their place, some already hanging loosely inside the book. The spine was battered, bent and ripped. It made Damon's eyes water. He flipped it open and began to make sure every page was there.

2nd December, 1863. Check. 3rd June, 1864. Check. 4th August, 1864. Check. All of the pages were there. He flipped through, nodding when he was certain every date was there. When he came across the last page, the date stood out to him. 22nd September, 1864. The day after his mothers death. When Giuseppe had accused Elena of killing the only woman who mattered to him. He remembered it well.

For the past two hours, Elena and Damon had been lying casually in bed, talking about the woman who was taken from their lives, when Damon noticed Elena bend over the side of her bed to retrieve her old diary. She flipped open the book and found her latest entry, skimming it briefly, nodding to herself. She finished and began to write a new entry. She had barely written down the word 'Dear' when Damon interrupted her.

"What might that be, my love?" he asked curiously.

Elena cast him a cheeky smile. "Nothing of your concern, only my highly personal journal, that no eye but my own may see."

Damon chuckled. "So I am banned from reading it?"

"Yep", Elena said, popping the 'p'.

Damon grinned mischievously. "Well, you should know that I always like breaking the rules..." he trailed off.

Elena raised her eyes brows and clicked her tongue. "Well, maybe the prize you get for being a good boy and not touching it will be worth the wait." She smiled seductively at him, causing him to laugh.

What Elena thought was her seductive smirk was really just a dodgy eye-thingy, but he loved it, loved her, all the same. She would raise one eyebrow, normally her right, and twitch her mouth to the opposite side. She would narrow her eyes and breath slowing. He didn't want to upset her so he pretended like it was actually seductive and not just plain silly. But, in all fairness, her body, mind and soul were all the seduction her needed.

Damon looked at her pointedly and looked to the ceiling, thinking. "And what would my prize consist of?"

Elena bit her lip nervously. "Well..."

Suddenly, she was no longer sitting upright next to Damon, she was pinned under his heavy frame. Elena shrieked as she rolled under him, throwing her fists about him and kicking her legs. She pushed against his chest, trying to escape his hole but failed miserably.

"Damon!" Elena groaned, again trying to dislodge him from her. Damon chuckled and the way it rolled from his tongue, made Elena laugh too.

"Excuse me, but I was promised a prize" Damon suggested, wiggling his eyebrows and giving her one of his signature Damon Salvatore smirks.

"How about the prize be my unconditional love and devotion" Elena replied, a smug grin on her face.

Damon wiped the grin from her face with a searing kiss. It shocked Elena very briefly before she began kissing him back, moaning slightly in his lips. She pulled back to breath and whilst doing so, shoved him off of her chest.

Damon fell next to her on the bed with a dumbstruck expression on his face. He looked at her questioningly Elena laughed, picking up her diary and continuing where she left off.

"Dear Diary. A chipmunk asked me my name today, I told him it was Joe, that lie will haunt me forever" Damon laughed.

Elena gasped and turned to him, pointing a finger in his face. "First, I am not a boy and will not accept being called 'Joe'. And second of all, just because I write a diary and care about animals doesn't mean I would get close enough to talk to a chipmunk."

Damon laughed loudly, holding his stomach. Elena raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. When Damon saw her fierce expression and instantly stopped. He coughed twice and smiled sweetly. "I meant... I apologize greatly, Miss Gilbert. I must have lost my manners away at war three years ago."

"Aah. Yes. I recall you father telling me that you had been to war just before I arrived, Mr Salvatore. How was it? Was it like how everyone describes it?"

Damon looked at her, trying to contain his chuckled. "And how do people describe it Miss Gilbert?" he asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Death, obviously, nothing more, nothing less" she sighed as if it were obvious.

Damon thought about that. In truth, that was a very accurate way to describe the American civil war. Although that was not the only way to describe it. To be honest, Damon had made many a friend while fighting for the South. He wouldn't say the civil war experience was ALL bad. It had taught him a lot, that was for sure.

"Yes, well there was more to it, I suppose. Now, let us move on to happier subjects. I feel like, for the past 24 hours, we have done nothing but be saddened I am heartbroken she is gone, but she it gone to a better place, my love. Until her funeral, I want to think nothing more of her death."

Elena looked at him sympathetically. "Well, I am going to go to her chambers. I think we both agree that we want her things saved, not thrown out which I am positive the slaves will do. I shall fetch anything you would like, my love. While I am gone, a drink of water to be brought up?" Elena asked.

Damon smiled. "No. But go, now, before I decide to make you stay" he grinned, kissing her chastely on the lips. Elena burst into a happy smile and left, diary in hand.

Damon hadn't thought about that convocation too much. It still confused him why Elena wanted to know anything about the horrible war that was still waging on. Most women were very squeamish and didn't like to talk much of death and destruction. He was always very fascinated by her ability to be completely different from other women. He loved her so much and as he thought about her, he actually felt his heart stop. As he curled into a protective ball, he sobbed and waiting to wake up, hoping this was all a dream.

[...]

She woke up slowly, rubbing her head and gasping at the sudden surge of pain that swept over her body. She turned to look back at her leg, crumpled under several chunks of rock. Her ankle bent left, her leg bent right, she struggled to free herself. She screamed in agony when another wave of excruciating pain washed over her. Her nerve endings sparked and she froze, trapped in her still form, begging for a savior.

She looked down at herself, instantly horrified by what she saw. Her previously green dress was now closer to black, her own blood seeping through the several layers of fabric. She gasped and looked at the skin on her arms, most peeling off. Her left and right arm both had matching bruises and scratched as if the torture the left side was given, was repeated exactly on the right.

Her neck was stiff, so she had trouble lifted her head to take in the rest of her body. Her leg, that was being crushed at that very point in time, was bent at an alarming angle, scaring her. She rubbed her head, feeling the lump under her hair from where she had almost certainly hit her head.

How was she still alive? What had happened? Did she land on something.

Pain shot through her every limb at that precise moment when she realized she way laying on something. Something sharp was digging into the skin of her back, and had already split the behind of her dress. She cried in agony, moaning for help. She breathed heavily, each breath coming out as more of a pant. She reached around her as she wheezed, her hands scraping nothing but rocks and stone. When her palm came into contact with a long, sharp point, she hissed and recoiled. Pain swept over her like a tsunami, encasing her in a lonely shadow. She panted and watched as her own body went slack. Her raged breaths stopped and she slipped over the edge, into consciousnesses.

[...]

Damon was dragged to a carriage. He tried to fight back against their grip but the seven men around him were too overpowering. The shoved him violently into the carriage. He rose from his knees to sit on the felt seat. Only then did he notice Giuseppe in the room.

"Well well, son, where is the lovely Elena? In another carriage?"

A fire burned deep inside of Damon. His eyes clouded over with red and his eyes narrowed into a death glare. He wasted no time in punching Giuseppe squarely in the face. Giuseppe's head lolled to the side, as he held his nose firmly.

"Stupid boy! You have broken my nose!" Giuseppe roared.

"Well if the war taught me one thing, it was how to throw a punch, father!" Damon spat.

The whole situation was crazy, really. Technically, Giuseppe wasn't the reason for her death. Granted, he had kidnapped her, or paid someone to kidnap her, and he was the reason they were both there in the first place, but he hadn't made the ground fall. Damon just couldn't help but wipe that smug grin off of his face.

"So, I assume Elena is a delicate subject. Why so?" Giuseppe asked with pure interest.

Damon's inside melted. His heart along with the rest. The thought of her, the image of her, falling, tumbling to her death, sent shivers down Damon's spine. He would not relive it.

"Personal" Damon stuttered through the tears.

Giuseppe raised an eyebrow at him but wisely shut up. "I haven't been here in a while. How have Elijah and Niklaus been treating you?"

Damon scoffed, wiping the tears from his eyes."They haven't!"

Giuseppe's eyebrows disappeared behind his hair and his eyes widened. "They left? How dare they!"

He was fully aware that they were waiting for the money, but must they be so impatient. He was furious.

The eldest Salvatore brother wiped his hand over his face, rubbing his temple and massaging his forehead. It hurt. Every part of him hurt, was aching to be with her. He would die, just to see her for even a brief second. He was in physical, but more importantly, mental pain. His head was an ocean of questions and images, he couldn't handle it, couldn't process it. He rubbed his face roughly while Giuseppe watched.

Giuseppe watched as his son freaked out, breaking down in front of him. His face turned red and a expression of sorrow masked his face. Giuseppe had not seen that face since Elizabeth's sudden death. It broke his heart, slightly. Although Giuseppe would torture his son to get revenge, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt when he watched his son, his flesh and blood, break down.

The realization suddenly hit Giuseppe like a brick wall. Elena. That was why his son was an empty shell. He wasn't Damon Salvatore anymore, he was just a shell of that old man. Elena must be... dead?

As much as Giuseppe had truly hated her for the death of his wife (he was still convinced that she was the cause), and he had tortured her in every way possible, he never, truly, wanted her dead. That was a bit harsh. He wanted her to suffer, yes. But the idea of her dying never even entered his mind, and now, seeing what her death did he couldn't help but feel increasingly guilty. Should he tell Stefan? Comfort Damon? He had never thought over what would actually happen to Elena after he was done torturing her. It shocked him.

[...]

She sat up slowly, after finally regaining consciousness. She looked up at the hole above her. She must have fallen to a floor below?

Her body ached, her limbs fell useless by her sides and her head was on fire. She found the strength to sit up and lean over her body. She pushed the rock with all her might, sending it tumbling off of her ankles. She breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she lifted her ankle to her chest, rubbing it soothingly, she heard a quiet cough and the sound of rock hitting rock. She heard footprints and instantly turned to the door.

"Hello?" she croaked out. When the mystery savior came into view both of them gasped, looking at each other with urgent eyes.

[...]

"You are not taking me home are you?" Damon asked.

"I know what it is like to loose the love of your life. You crave comfort. I will take you home as long as you pack and leave by morning. Do not tell a soul or I will personally pull the trigger on you, boy! But only for the night! And only because... you are still my son" Giuseppe noted quietly.

Damon was shocked, but he understood. Giuseppe expected him to keep quiet. And he planned to. He didn't have to courage to even so much as mention her name and the whole story included her. Not that anyone would believe him anyway.

He slouched back into his seat and waited patiently for the carriage to stop.

After a while, it came to an abrupt halt. Damon sighed and swung open the carriage door, stumbling down the steps and onto the hard, solid floor. He buried his head in his hands. They were going to do this together. They had both planned on escaping, leaving, together. They had agreed to wait for each other, to find each other. He didn't want to be here without her.

Giuseppe joined him at the front of the Salvatore Estate and held out his arm. He smiled slightly and encouraged his son to enter the house. Damon did so, but very slowly. He opened the front door with a creak and looked around him. He smelt her. Everywhere. Her familiar perfume made his nostrils flare. He breathed her in.

Since Stefan was not there at that specific point in time, something about a stroll, Giuseppe had told him. He felt lonely without his little brother, in times like this, he would normally head to Stefan for assistant or support.

Turning to the stairs, Damon didn't look back before ascending them and heading straight for Elena's room.

[...]

For the past three hours, Damon had been sitting on the edge of Elena's bed, breathing her in. He had searched her everything. He continued to read the diary he had brought home with him, he had laid on her soft bed, letting the floral sheets surround him. He even lit the small fire in her room. He was enticed by the promise of warmth, believing it would help warm his chilled heart.

He sat down at her vanity, taking it in. He had not been in here for days, weeks even. He pushed her perfumes and powders aside, clutching a brown photo of her, taken a few years back.

Her hair was in messy curls around her face. A smile sat upon it as she posed happily for the camera. She was aside Damon. They were both wearing dark clothes; Elena in a long, lacy, black dress and Damon in a dark shirt and matching trousers. A hat sat on Elena's head, obviously his. From what he remembered, that had been a very good day.

He smiled at the memory. She was so innocent and sweet two years ago. She still was, up until yesterday night. But something about her had changed over the years.

He was looking at several other drawings and photos scattered around her vanity desk when he heard the front door swing open with a loud creak.

"Father!" Stefan shouted, stunning Damon.

"What is it now, Stefan?" Damon heard Giuseppe asked. "Oh my goodness!" he gasped.

What was it? Really?!

Damon sighed and left Elena's room, tears in his eyes. He descended the stairs and walked to the kitchen, his back hunched. He rounded the corner and saw someone sitting on the counter top as Stefan and a maid applied first aid.

"Damon!" Giuseppe and Stefan gasped at the same time.

Damon furrowed his brows. "What is wrong?" he asked.

Stefan was silent, as was Giuseppe. Damon took the hint. Hesighed and shrugged his shoulders, turning to leave. Suddenly he heard a thud and a 'are you sure?' Damon rolled his eyes.

"Damon?" a soft voice whispered.

Damon turned his head quickly and came face to face with her. She was standing there, alive, broken and bleeding but alive.

"Elena?"

I hope you like. Next chapter will explain all of the things that happened to Elena. You may all be thinking. 'Really? That easy?' Well stay tuned... because... I don't plan on making it that easy.

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