"I don't want her to be buried."
"What?!" Stefan looks at Carrie's aunt Jessica in disbelief, his mouth hanging wide open. "Why not?"
She debates to herself whether to tell him. She senses movement and turns to see Damon Salvatore, her neice's former beau. He nods, and motions for her to continue.
"I've talked it over with Damon, and along with telling me what Carrie was...he told me there might be a chance she could be brought back."
This angers Stefan greatly, who turns on his recently humanized brother.
"Why would you tell her that Damon? You know there's no way Carrie can come back!"
"And there was no way I could become human, right? But here I am. And Carrie will be here too, as soon as I figure out how to bring her back. I've already had Bonnie cast a spell on Carrie's body so it doesn't deteriorate."
Stefan looks between Jessica and Damon, and abruptly leaves the room, and the house. Jessica and Damon remain in the Salvatore home, looking after Stefan.
Jessica says "He didn't like that idea...And he's right. How do we even know something like this will work?!"
Damon shakes his head. "I don't know."
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(Carrie's PointOfView)
"It'll work! Damon, it will work!" Despite my screaming, Damon still did not hear me. I watched through the filmy, foggy haze of death as he turned to my Aunt Jess and they both left the Salvatore boarding house. "Dâmmit!"
"Carrie..."
"I know, I know..." I didn't have to turn to see it was my mother. She was the only one that I had been able to talk to since I died. "We can't come in contact with them. Doesn't hurt to try, though..." My mother said nothing to this, as I knew she wouldn't.
Though I missed my mother, and had wished dearly to see her ever since she had died, we were just...different.
She'd had time to deal. Deal with dying, deal with losing my dad...
I was just starting out with all this loss and...destruction. But, unlike my mother, I didn't think I could just...let all of it go, like she had.
Especially since the massacred witches had refused to help me get back to Damon. They hadn't even been there when my mother and I had gone to
find them.
Something told me they just weren't coming back.
"Carrie, if you would like me to leave you alone, I can leave for a while..." I shook my head. Looking at my mother's delicate features, sharp to me only because she was on this side of Death as well, wanting her to leave was the last thing on my mind. "If you want to follow him, you should. It's not as if I need to be anywhere."
I stared at my mother.
She simply smiled. "I was in love once, remember? If you want to go after him, I'll wait here."
"Thank you mom." I hugged her tightly. "I love you so much..."
"I know." She smiled and I stepped away from her, closing my eyes.
I envisioned Damon clearly in my mind, as I had last seen him: his face, contorted with pain, with tears running down his unshaven face as he laid down for sleep.
I disappeared in my cloud of smoke, and reappeared somewhere in the woods. Looking around, I saw that I was in the woods outside the Mikaelson mansion.
Damon was sitting by the side of the gravel driveway, staring down at the ground, which was spattered with blood. Some of it, I knew, was mine.
I went and sat beside him, watching how he fumbled with the individual rocks in his fingers. The knuckles of both hands were red and bruised, and his fingernails were almost nonexistant.
I placed my left hand over his right, and watched how it dissolved through, touching the ground instead. In my mind, though, I imagined that I could feel his hand, and he could feel mine, and how happy Damon would be to see me.
I could take away all of his pain, and we could be happy again...
But, as far as anyone knew, there was no coming back from Death.
The door to the mansion opened, and Klaus stepped out, making a beeline for Damon. My rage flared as I thought he was going to attack him, but it just as soon quieted. At least, if Damon was killed, we could be together again.
Instead, Klaus took a seat with Damon, on the side opposite I.
"It is true then...You really have become human again." Damon said nothing. "Why have you come here?"
"Ain't I allowed to mourn my girlfriend? Well...our girlfriend, if you think about it."
Klaus shook his head. "Carrie was yours. I loved her, maybe even more than you did, but...she chose you. She was yours to have."
"Well, she's gone now..." Damon hiccuped, and I could tell he was drunk. Or getting there. "And to think, I actually thought there was a way I could bring her back..."
As I watched Damon and Klaus converse, I had that yearning again, wishing desperately to reach out to the both of them, if only to apologize for all I'd done. To them both.
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"And when did you decide to buddy up with me? I thought Stefan was your friend of choice." Damon stared at Niklaus, his vision hazy from the liquor he was consuming, until Klaus answered.
"The girl we both loved died. Who the hêll else am I supposed to talk to?" Damon chuckles at this, but it is a sad sound. He still mourns the death of Carrie every minute of his days, and misses her deeply.
"I just...can't believe it..." Damon swallows a mouthful of the expensive scotch Klaus has given him, and continues. "Sometimes, I just wish I could talk to her again...I was an âsshôle the last few weeks she was alive..."
"You aren't the only one." Klaus raised his glass to Damon's and they clinked them together. "I tried to steal her away, and I couldn't even see that all she wanted was you...God, don't I sound like the pitiful bâstârd."
Entering upon their heavy drinking is Finn Mikaelson, who looked upon his brother and Damon with commiseration. They studiously ignored him, carrying on their drinking and chatter. Finn leaves them to their business, and instead goes to find his brother Elijah, who undoubtedly had been listening to them both.
Finn finds him on the top floor of their mansion, and says to him "I believe we should be worried about our brother and Damon Salvatore. They are not taking Carrie's death very lightly."
"Finn, we shall worry about taking care of our own brother, and Damon's can worry about taking care of him. But for now, we shall let them grieve. Do you not remember how we once were at the death of our own parents?" Finn nods, remembering how devastated they had all been when their mother was killed.
Only to find out, 1000 years later, that Niklaus had been the one to kill their parents.
"Damon, he believes there may be some way to bring Carrie back from the dead. Do you think this is true, Elijah?"
"I do not know, brother. Bringing one back from the dead has been a secret the witches have kept from us all of eternity, if there is a way at all. Are joining with him, thinking that we should try to bring her back?"
"She saved our lives. All of us. She didn't deserve to die."
"She died saving that wretch downstairs." Elijah says this with a tone of contempt, one Finn recognizes. He has spoken of Niklaus this way./ "Carrie knew full well what would happen, should she try to use too much magic. Bringing Damon Salvatore back to humanity was unneccesary."
"Have you never loved someone, Elijah?" Elijah was silent. "It's a dedication that transcends life or death, good or evil...Can you not imagine how he must be feeling?"
Elijah says nothing to this.
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(Tyler's PointOfView)
"When did they decide this?!"
"I don't know. They just came to me this morning and said they were gonna try bringing her back."
I was pissed. First, Damon kills Carrie and turns her into a hybrid. Then, he betrays her, making her leave to go to Klaus. Now, after she died to save his life and turn him human, he does this?
"Did you tell them it's not gonna work?!" Stefan nodded.
"I've already asked Bonnie, and she said there's no way she knows of to bring someone back from the dead like this. But she said she'll check her grimoires, and maybe ask the massacred witches, to see if they know." My anger lessened a bit.
"If there is a way...Do you think it's really the right thing to do?" Stefan was silent. "She died saving us and turning Damon human..."
"She died saving people she loved...Saving Damon. I have no doubt that, if she's watching us right now, she's probably trying to tell us to bring her back. Have you seen Damon lately?"
I shook my head.
"He's been getting worse. Drinking more, not taking care of himself, doing risky things like driving drunk...And since he's not a vampire anymore, all of it is harming his body. Even if we do somehow figure out a way to bring Carrie back, Damon may not survive long enough to see her."
"But if he does, he'd get better, right? He's all down because she...died, so wouldn't bringing her back fix him?" Stefan seemed to think about it a bit, then nodded.
"You're probably right...But how do we know the witches will want to help bring Carrie back to life? They're notorious for hating vampires and werewolves."
"But she still had her witch powers, even though she was a hybrid. That's gotta count for something..."
We were both silent, staring at eachother.
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(Carrie's PointOfView)
I silently watched as Klaus and Damon talked on about me, as if they'd been old buddies, and hadn't tried to kill each other only two weeks ago. As they got drunker and their mouths opened wider, they began to say things not even I had heard from them. And they were about me!
"She was so wonderful...In all my thousand pitiful years on this pitiful planet, I'd never met anyone like her...She was..." I stared, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, at Klaus.
Damon responded, and without any anger whatsoever. "I know what you mean..."
Damon hiccuped, the sound coming out like a sob, and I knew he was done drinking. I just hoped he knew as well.
Luckily, a minute or two later, he stood.
"See you later Damon. This was quite the...chat." Then Klaus stood and one-arm hugged Damon, and I nearly had a heart attack. Had I the ability to die again, that is.
"I never thought I'd see the day..." I watched as Damon staggered, but somehow stayed upright, out the front door and down onto the driveway.
Once again, as he passed the spot where I died, now washed clean of the blood, his face contorted in pain and he cried out.
"Why...why did you have to die to save an idiot like me..? An idiot that didn't even know what he had until you left...But you can't come back from this...You can't..."
I felt the urge to go and cry with him, to stroke his rough cheeks, and assure him that everything would be alright. None of this I could do though, and it pained me to watch Damon suffer alone.
Nonetheless, I went to his side, staying close to him. I didn't know if I could do anything should something happen, and chances were I probably couldn't, but it felt right to stay close by his side.
As we walked, I wondered how Damon was going to get home. It was miles to the Salvatore house, and I didn't see his Camaro around anywhere.
"God, why, why did you have to take her..? Why couldn't you have just let me stay dead instead?! Why the FÛÇK do you have to torture me like this?!" I jumped at Damon's suddenly loud voice. "Why couldn't Carrie stay alive, or we both be dead...Anything would be better than this..."
I saw a pair of headlights coming down the road, swerving violently. My eyes whipped back to Damon, who was still talking to himself, but he seemed not to notice them.
I was struck with anxiety as my eyes darted between Damon and the rapidly approaching car, now within half a mile. There was no certainty that it would hit him...
"No! Damon! You have to move! DAMON!" I screamed as loud as I could, knowing it would do nothing, but feeling that it was the only thing I could do.
A quarter mile away now. 1,000 feet away. 800 feet. 750...
As it came over a small hill, the car blared a horn, and Damon finally seemed to notice its presence. His eyes widened perceptibly, but there was no dirt shoulder to step down onto, and he seemed trapped between the rapidly approaching headlights.
The driver finally seemed to gain some sense and stomped on the brakes, but being within 150 feet at a high speed, it was almost no use. The car kept coming, Damon trying to stumble out of the way, but getting nowhere in his drunken state.
"Damon!" I threw my hands out in an attempt to push him out of the way.
There was a thud and the sound of several twigs breaking, and the car finally came to a stop. The driver got out, an older man who looked to have a few drink in him himself, and ran around to the front of his car.
My eyes closed, I heard a groan and the man say "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just...What happened?" My eyes opened themselves at the sound of Damon's voice.
I looked over to see him laying in the trees on the opposite side of the road, well away from the car that I thought had struck him.
"Do you need me to call someone?" Damon nodded and pulled himself to his feet, leaning heavily against a tree. "I have my cell phone in the car. I'll call an ambulence."
"Yeah...Yes, please do that..." Damon seemed dazed, and he wasn't the only one.
I stared long at him, then down at my hands, then back at him.
Did I just save him? I was dead! How was that even possible?!
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Damon Salvatore looked around for the one that obviously had saved him from being killed by the drunk driver. He saw nobody and nothing, except the man that had almost hit him, talking on a cell phone.
"Carrie?" He did not know why this particular person came to mind, but it felt right. "Carrie?"
There was no response, and his face fell. He knew she was dead, he had been there and seen her body. But someone had pushed him out of the way of that car...
"Hey, the ambulence says they'll be here in ten minutes...You'll tell them it was an accident, won't you?" Damon nods.
"Hey, you didn't even hit me...And it's not your fault there's no sidewalk.." The man seemed relieved.
"They said I had to stay with you, make sure you're okay...What happened back there?" Damon shrugs.
"I really don't know..."
Damon looks around again, hoping for some glimpse, some vision, of his beloved Carrie.
"Carrie, I know it was you...Watching me..." The man looks up from where he had been staring at the ground.
"Carrie? Who's that?"
"She...was my fiancèe...She died a few weeks ago..." The man looked saddened.
"Sorry to hear...Maybe she pushed you out of the way, eh?" Damon nods, the hint of a smile coming to his lips for the first time since Carrie has died.
"Maybe...Maybe..."