PROTECT
A/N: In a good mood and had some free time…so here you go…
For a second, I stood idly by when watching the blurs crash into Damon and Stefan, knocking them off their feet. A fight ensued between the Salvatore brothers and the newcomers.
However, when finally focusing, I caught that it was one guy and a girl – both vampires and this was enough to have me jumping into action.
My hands quickly grabbed the girl who was attacking Damon before I pushed her to the side. "You okay?" I asked but he was then occupied when the other guy reached out for him.
Before I could help him, someone wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled me back. Spinning around, I ripped away from the chokehold and threw punch which she blocked so I kicked her in the stomach. This caused her to buckle over but then recover as she pulled me back in another chokehold.
My anger elicited my fangs and this time I allowed my rage to fuel me into reaching behind me and throwing the girl over my shoulder so she could crash on her back, on the ground. Pining her down with one hand, I reached out and broke a leg off the wooden table.
Fear met my darkened glare but this only increased my excitement as I hastily dug it into her chest. My aim was surprisingly good because her movements stopped and her skin turned an unusual color as veins became more prominent. She became completely immobilized and her eyes grew flat and devoid of complete emotion.
Knowing that there was no danger left, I felt the anger dissipate which then helped in me losing the fangs. My fury was now overwhelmed with shock and fear.
I-I-I just killed someone.
I just killed someone.
I was a murderer.
Moving away from the lifeless form, I pushed back until I hit a wall but then jumped when I heard a pleased almost proud voice say, "Nice work" someone gave me a commendable pat on the back, before helping me up to my feet. "Where did you learn those moves?" he questioned.
"Watching WWE and playing Fight Night helped" I mumbled in a monotone voice. I could feel a cold chill tremble down my spine and the tremors to fall through me.
I was placed on a sofa and then heard as Damon asked, "Didn't take you for a PS3 person"
Still, I trained my gaze ahead, "I'm not" I shook my head, "X-Box" I explained but my eyes were still following Stefan's movements when looking over the body – the body of a person that I just killed. "Jake taught me" a dry laugh escaped me with my failed attempt to distract myself.
"Jake" Damon growled.
I reached out to grab his hand and gave it a small squeeze, "Not now" I scolded but I didn't sound angry – just lost, "Please" I pleaded while the hollow eyes still haunted me – her face imbedded in my thoughts – slowly taunting me.
Air was now sucked out from the life of me and I felt myself completely drained of emotion. Everything around me was drowned out by the loud thrumming in my ear drums and I wanted to get away from it all, "I-I'm gonna go upstairs" I announced and made a move to stand up.
Just as I stood up, Damon grabbed me and pulled me back, "Why?"
"I'm just really tired" I replied not looking into his eyes. He knew this because he cupped my jaw and tilted my head to meet his gaze.
"Goodnight Stefan"
Stefan also gave a strange expression, his brooding eyes studied me for a minute second before he nodded, "Goodnight"
With one last fleeting glance at Damon, I spun around and head towards the stairs, my breathing becoming raspy with every movement that I made when moving past the body.
"Are you sure, you're okay?" Damon quipped when I took my first step.
I turned to him once again with a gulp, "Yes" I nodded, hoping that he would let it go, "I'm just really tired" guilt, regret and shame all conflicted through me but I swallowed it down and said, "Thank you for today"
On a moment of weakness, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around him. His musky scent overwhelmed y senses which only made me prolong the moment for a few seconds longer.
Once I reached my room, I slowly stripped out of the dressed but instead of slipping into pyjamas, I simply slipped into the covers, awaiting slumber to give me a peace of mind. Each movement that I made only numbed me further, making my muscles tighten but feel exhausted by each second passing.
Still the look of her deadened eyes trapped me within the darkness so I snapped my eyes shut, willing it to go away.
Placing my hands over my ears, I fought back the scream as I pushed my face further into the pillow, not caring that I was probably suffocating myself.
I just wanted it to all go away.
DPOV
"What did they want?" my baby brother asked while wrapping up the dead girl in a green blanket.
I moved away from the staircase and moved back to help him, "Tomb vampires seeking revenge" I shrugged, "They blame Katherine and that means they blame us" even though I was speaking my thoughts were concentrating on the shuffling of sheets coming from upstairs. "Pearl told me that she had them under control" I murmured but my own anger broke through my words.
"Unless she sent them" Stefan tried to make sense of it.
I shook my head, "I doubt it. Pearl just wants control over the town" Stefan sighed at my words so I added, "She wouldn't be stupid enough to send them"
It may sound like I was defending that bitch but it was far from it. She had promised me that she had control over them but she obviously didn't. I should have killed them all when I had the chance. To make matters worse, the other one had coward away after seeing Isabella kill his girlfriend. He could run but that didn't mean that he could hide.
"Damon" Stefan called me so I looked up.
"Yes brother" I answered tiredly.
His brooding face was back on as he said, "She isn't fine" Stefan shook his head and for once I agreed with him, "This was her first kill" he told me what I already knew, "She is definitely not okay"
Pushing away from the ground, I walked towards the staircase, "Take care of that for me" I grumbled.
"Sure" he replied and that was enough for me.
I walked upstairs and went straight to her room. She was already in bed and thankfully she was already fast asleep. I didn't like the thought of her still being awake and living with that weight on her shoulders. I'd gone through it – my first kill and I could still remember everything from it.
Not sure of what I was doing, I told myself to just 'fuck it' and lay myself next to her.
The covers had slipped, allowing me to see the blue lace bra that she was wearing and even though I was vampire – I was still man. Reaching over, I pulled up the covers – mostly for my sake. I'm sure she wouldn't be too crazy about me waking her for sex – then again, she always surprised me.
I reached up and stroked down her cheek, enjoying how she sighed under my touch. Her thick eyelashes brushed across her pale but creamy skin and her pink lips were parted when she released a sleepy sigh.
I loved the new hair color – not that it hadn't good before but it looked better now.
The burgundy tresses were now splayed across the pillow and I found myself running my fingers through them again. I loved how soft they felt when slipping through my fingers.
She was beautiful – maybe even more Katherine. No – she was definitely more beautiful than Katherine. It was a more innocent beauty but the strange part was that she didn't even realize it.
However, I found her shyness endearing – almost seductive. She didn't know just how she made me feel every time she innocently bit down on her lip. Or how I fought against my better nature when she ran her fingers through her strawberry scented tresses.
There was no denying it – I wanted her.
Though, today she had displayed some confidence; first through the date which I actually found myself enjoying. It was worth the cheesiness just so I could hear her laugh.
Beauty wasn't the only thing going for her because she was also funny, smart and very sexy. She was also fun when she actually let go of herself. Sometimes, she was too serious but hopefully I would make her smile more. It was satisfying to know that I was the reason behind every laugh today.
Her compassion and kindness seemed to have no limits which were proven with the cold metal that gently scraped at my chest. Instinctively, I reached down to hold the tags in my warm palm – a constant reminder of the never-ending love that she had for those around her.
This only made me feel guiltier, knowing that I was also the reason behind her distress now. Through her bloodlust, her conflicting emotions and now with her first kill.
Truth was, I was angry that she had to go through with it. She was fragile – heartbroken and the last thing she needed was someone else's blood hanging over her and all because of me. It had happened because she had been trying to protect me which made this whole thing unfair to her but I would see her through this…
…see her through everything…I would be her protector and maybe even her lover…
"I'm sorry"
A/N: Love for the Damon POV? Love for Bella's bad side? Is it a bad thing that her humanity is getting in the way?
