I just watched the latest episode of Vampire Diaries. I'm not sure how its possible but I'm now even more in love with Damon than I was before. HOW GOOD WAS THAT EPISODE!
Anywho... I've finally done a POV for a character you've been waiting for. It's only short but the next couple of chapters should include her a lot more.
Enjoy!
Please Review
Chapter twenty-one
Damon POV
"Everything I feel, Elena feels."
I felt the blood drain from my face as I looked down at the stake dug halfway into her stomach. The horribly sick feeling all over my body, told me that she was telling the truth, and Elena...
I launched at her across the distance between us, fuelled entirely by rage. She darted around me, dodging my blows and attacks as if a rehearsed dance. Even if I reached her, I'd have to hold back on causing anymore damage. It had now become a matter of restraining Katherine from hurting herself, which was ironic at how the situation should have been reversed.
I stopped, conceding battle lost, as she danced around me, escaping my reach. I straightened, knowing I wanted nothing more than to continue my attempts, and rip her limbs apart.
But I couldn't.
Katherine held the upper hand.
"I'm going to say a Bennett witch. Am I correct?" Katherine rested the point of the stake against her chin.
"You should have known that this is a pathetic attempt at trying to get to Elena."
"I got to survive somehow. Where is Emily's Talisman?"
Bonnie had it in her possession, ever since she busted the tomb open, but there was no chance in hell that I was going to let Katherine have one more point over me. She wanted something, and I was going to do everything I could to make sure she never got it.
"This is really going to hurt..." Katherine held the stake at arms length and went to thrust in deep into her front.
"Wait!"
Katherine stopped a few inches from her stomach, and gave me a raised brow. The question was, how far I was willing to risk Elena's safety simply to ruin Katherine's plans.
It wasn't a question; I wouldn't put her in danger. But I was tactical about it.
"What do you want with the crystal?"
"It holds sentimental value to me."
"I'm not buying it Katherine."
Her eyes narrowed, but whatever she was about to say was interrupted by running footsteps, coming towards us. If this was any regular citizen of Mystic Falls and they ran around the corner to find what looked like Elena Gilbert covered in blood, cornered by myself. It would eventually turn into the same scenario of 1864 – purge the town of vampires.
Bonnie's brown curls bounced about her shoulders as she halted abruptly at the sight of us both on edge. She had planned this, but was surprised at the sight of Katherine still breathing.
"Bonnie! Get to Elena's and make sure she's okay. NOW!"
I put as much menace as I was capable into the last word, and oddly enough she didn't throw up her powers of defence. She had realised in a fraction of a second that this was a dire situation. She took a last longing look at our situation, looking for anything she might be able to help with before racing towards the car lot. She had to get to Elena in time. Who knew what a human could endure what a vampire could barely with stand.
"Sure, let's all check to see if poor Elena's okay. I think she needs a little more pressure..." Katherine jabbed the point of the stake into her palm and dragged a vicious gash into her skin. I pounced forward and snatched the stake from her grip, resisting the urge to slam it straight into her black un-beating heart. My hand grabbed her throat, hard, slamming her on her back onto the concrete. I internally cringed at the thought of Elena feeling the impact that I'd forced Katherine to endure. I re-assured myself that I was restraining her... but I still left a sharp burning sensation within me.
Katherine's eyes, for one fleeting moment, reflected panic. Did she really think that I would kill her, knowing she was connected to Elena, due to the pure hatred I felt towards her? She must have gone with her gut instinct as they lapsed back into the sultry cat slits, which I had once looked upon in marvel... something occurred to me as I thought back on my memories of what I'd known Katherine as in my human years.
"Who are you running from, Katherine?"
Her eyes only showed a glimpse of surprise before she answered. "Someone seems to have put two and two together. Bravo. I wonder what state Bonnie is going to find Elena in. I hurt like hell, but it was ... worth it." Her fingers came up and moved to touch my face.
I restrained her hand, slamming it into the pavement, my fingers tightening around her throat in an unrelenting vice. "As soon as the spell is lifted, I'm going to drive this stake right though you're heart."
Her eyes turned seductive as her hand stroked down my chest. "God you're hot. When did you get so... mouth watering?"
"Katherine."
Both our heads swivelled to the sound of the fear masked in Bonnie's voice. She stood on the edge of the spell's boundaries, holding something in her dainty fingers.
"How's Elena? Is she okay?"
I was thrown abruptly from Katherine, her strength more powerful than mine, putting a few paces between us. I still had the stake tight in my grip waiting for the 'okay' to end her from Bonnie. Katherine walked until she was almost toe to toe with Bonnie. Bonnie, intimidated like a mouse to a lioness, stumbled back a pace but kept her stance defensive and pronounced, and her eyes locked in Katherine's.
"If I give you this... this necklace I know that you're after, you will leave town." Her stance
trembled but her voice remained firm and unwavering. How had Bonnie known what Katherine had wanted?
"Mmhm, yes."
"You will leave us all alone."
"I said yes. Give it."
"Not a good idea, Bonnie." I tried to lock my eyes with hers and convey a message that should have been obvious to a four year old, but her gaze remained focused on Katherine.
"Do you see an alternative Damon?"
"Smart girl. Release this spell and hand it over." Katherine's body stance was relaxed, her hand extended out in front of her. But I knew that hitch in her voice was the warning before the hurricane.
Bonnie bowed her head and loftily handed over the crystal between her fingertips, and dropped it lightly into Katherine's outstretched hand. Katherine's fingers closed tightly around the necklace and spun away from Bonnie, clutching it to her chest. The gleeful look that covered her face sent a slight chill down my spine, and I could help the worst.
And then she screamed.
Katherine's body spread wide open, her arms thrown out to the sides and her head tilted to the skies. A white cloud of light encased around her chest, and produced a beam of white from her mouth. The crystal glowed a fiery red and seemed to be sizzling the palm of her hand as she held it. I was horrified. What was Bonnie thinking? Was this happening to Elena? My vision sought out Bonnie and found her, smiling wickedly as she watched with laughter hidden in her eyes.
The light vanished, and Katherine dropped to the ground in a heap.
Most likely something similar to a human's unconscious state.
"Elena-"
"Is fine. This was the plan in the first place, Damon. I knew what I was doing."
"It might have been nice if you informed me on the fact that you knew Katherine wanted the talisman. Or the little stunt you just pulled."
"Knowing you, you would have ruined it somehow." Her eyes cast downwards towards where Katherine lay, "Even if I had done what I had, Katherine wouldn't have kept her word. We need to move her somewhere secure. She won't be out for long."
"I'm guessing you have someplace in mind?"
"... the tomb?"
Katherine POV
It wasn't the cold rough surface I was laying on, or the faint dripping echoing into my ears that woke me. It was the stench. A foul smell assaulted my nostrils as I wrenched my body into an upright position. There was no light, no flowing air passages, but my eyes were able to work out my surroundings clearly.
Tree roots wove out from the ceiling of dirt and sandstone, moss archways lined the surrounding walls, and the tunnel extended far from where I was standing, where I could make out Damon's outline... and his twisted smile.
I ran as fast as my speeds could take me, keeping my eyes locked on Damon's form, and absently watching the dirt particles swarm in a frenzy as I rushed past them. His smirk grew more detailed that closer I got... until I slammed into an invisible force a foot away from him, making my body tingle in slight vibration of force.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I mentally calculated ways of getting out of here. No air passages flowing told me that this was the only door, and thanks to that little wretch Bonnie, it was blocked.
"Hello Katherine."
"Where am I?"
"Where you should have been all along" The realisation of where I was shook me to the core, causing me to stumble onto the large sandstone bricks lining the walls, "I thought you would have learnt your lesson by now of messing with a Bennett witch."
"You should have killed me." I'd rather be dead than be trapped.
"Death would have been to kind."
If only he knew...
"Where's Caroline?"
"Let me free and I'll tell you."
He moved towards the stone door and heaved it off the wall. "No, no. Damon, don't. I'll tell you. I'll tell you!"
He continued with heaving the door, slumping it next to the side of the gap and began sliding it closed.
"You need me. Elena's in danger! They're both in danger!" He could not trap me here!
He halted his pushing, "From who?"
I kept my mouth closed. I was not letting anymore bargaining opportunities escape me, until I was guaranteed freedom.
"You're lying. You're always lying." He began heaving the door closed again. The light that was coming from the opening was slowly narrowing.
"Why do you think I haven't killed her? Elena's the doppelganger, she needs to be protected."
His eyes bore into mine, "Then I'll protect her... while you rot in hell."
"No, no, no! Damon, please! I'll do anything!" the door slide closed, leaving me in darkness, "YOU NEED ME!" My hands began to claw at the surrounding brick, digging until they came up against the spell holding me here, and my hands came away covered in blood.
Tears fell down my cheeks as I slumped to the ground, curling my legs up to my chest. He couldn't just leave me here.
I could feel the dust and dirt particles begin to re-settle around me, landing on my hair and shoulders. I was going to rot along with the bricks inside this tomb, and I'd just lost my last bargaining chance. The hate Damon felt for me, was enough to leave me here forever, and I knew it.
But the longer I remained trapped here, the easier it was for Him to find me.
...
Elena POV
Bonnie had found me lying on the kitchen floor, blood pooling around my stomach along with staining Jenna's tiles. I was barely conscious as Bonnie's figure blurred in and out of focus as her chanting echoed faintly in my head. Then all my senses went black.
...
The soft cushioning of the pillows was moulded to the side of my head as my eyes flickered open, trying to adjust to my surroundings. My bedroom lamp was turned on next to my bed and the sky was almost dark, still having a dim glow on the horizon. How long had I been asleep.
The front door banged open and heated voices echoed up the stairs, "...where is she?"
"Just calm down-
"Don't tell me anything. You're lucky you're even standing right now."
Damon was fighting with Jeremy? I pushed myself into a sitting position was greeted with a large head spin. I raised my hand to my forehead, trying to catch my dizzying head.
"She's in her room, she's been out for a few hours now." Bonnie's voice was calm and collected.
There was no noise indicating any approach, so I jumped slightly when Damon's fingers caught my chin and gently lifted my head. His eyes searched what parts of me were visible, before he lifted my hand and, with a feather light tough, traced the pink wound.
I pulled my hand out from his grasp. "I'm fine."
"No, Elena. You should've been fine. I should've-
"Damon, it's okay... What happened-
His lips closed over mine, cutting off my words. His lips were soft and hesitant as his hands held my face delicately between his fingertips, as if my head was made of glass. I needed him today, and even though I was out for most of the hours, the time apart still ached.
I pushed my hands through his dark hair and brought him closer to me, deepening our kiss. He broke through his restraints and pulled me to him earnestly, lowering us down onto the bed. His hands ran down my sides and moved his lips to my chin, trailing them down to my neck.
He took his lips away from my skin as his hand ran across the raised wound from the hole in my side. He pushed my shirt up and exposed the angry, red wound that had closed over.
He raised his arm to his lips and bit down, opening a small vein that began to well up with blood.
"Damon, it's okay. You don't have to."
"Shut-up and drink."
He held his arm a breath away from my mouth and waited for me to place my lips over the small incisions. I let out a sigh and placed my lips over the cuts and drank.
It was how I remembered it, yet sweeter. It didn't have the same gross metallic taste that usually hits my tastebuds when I suck on a paper-cut... it was warm and dimming, like alcohol filling my veins. And once again I was slightly annoyed when he pulled his arm away.
He didn't tease me about my small protest, just watched as the wounds began to mend themselves at an extremely fast rate.
"Do I even have to ask who did this?"
Damon scooted up next to me, resting his back against the head board, and pulled me over until my back was resting against his chest. "She's paying for what she did to you."
His fingers were soothing as they traced invisible lines on my arms, his other arm looped under mine, tracing lines along my stomach. I could feel his soft breathing on the top of my head and could think of no other way I'd like to be spending my days than laying here with him.
"Where is she?"
"Somewhere where she can't harm you or anyone else."
"Is she dead?"
"She doesn't deserve death."
I hated myself right then, knowing I'd like nothing more than Katherine's funeral even if she had Caroline. I wanted to scold myself. Caroline could be suffering at this exact moment, and I was in a comfortable bed.
"We have to find her, Damon."
His lips came down and planted a kiss against my temple.
I just hoped we found her in time.
##################### ######################### #######################
Soooo what did you think? Was Katherine's POV okay? I know it wasn't much to go on, but I'm trying to put on paper for the next chapters what she could be thinking.
Please review.