There's some major Della going on in this chapter, so I know you'll enjoy.

See you at the bottom:)

Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
-William Blake

Broken and bruised you still look beautiful...

Damon's eyes flash quickly to where my arms are bound above me. I know he sees it. The moon shaped scar the marks me skin—a scar that constantly reminds me of times I would rather forget. I can tell by the way is posture slightly stiffens and his neck muscles strain. I can't tell you his expression though. His head moves quickly for me to even pick up one emotion.

Why am I so worried that he'll hate me?

Pearl stands there grinning like the cat that got ten canaries. I don't think Damon likes it. Scratch that I know Damon doesn't like it.

Before you could even say blood Damon had the stake in his hand and ready to fight. Pearls grin slowly fell from her face like a pile of sad goop. It was depressing really.

"You still fight for her. Even if she's associated with those Cold Ones." She says Cold Ones like they're a disease, and she'd do anything not to get it.

Damon shrugs.

"What can I say? I'm a rebel."

What happens next I can't really tell you. I wish I could—but I can't. They move so very, very fast—faster than before. So fast that they're barely a blur. More life a blob that I can only catch glimpses of. What I can tell you is that there is screaming—male and female—cussing, snarling, and even blood. I can tell you that it's not a fast fight; it's long. And I'm stuck where I am, trying to ignore the pain in my body. Trying to ignore the desire to just give up and let the darkness take me. What I can tell you is that in the end there's another graying dead vampire lying at me feet.

It's not Damon.

And I never felt so fucking relieved.

"Damon." I choke out. I'm still a little dizzy. Losing blood and having a broken body can do that to a person. "Damon you're…"

"Shhh.."He's there. Right there. Cradling the back of my neck with soft hands and gentle brushes, "Bella you need to relax. You've lost a lot of blood…I don't…I don't…"

"Damon, it's ok." I don't know why I say that. I just feel like I should. A small smile plays on his lips. His hands leave my neck and brush up my arms all the way up to where my wrists are bound. Carefully, so very carefully, he unbinds them and lets them fall.

I yelp out in pain.

I was right. She really did a number on my shoulder, and my wrists weren't looking good at all. There crusted in blood where the bindings had rubbed and ripped at my skin. Damon is holding them so timidly that I can barely feel him there.

"Damon, it's ok." I say again. His head lifts up to look me straight on. I'm shocked to see his eyes full of tears that we both know will never be shed. He looks destroyed. Ruined. Like his whole life was just ripped out of his chest.

For the first time I've ever seen, Damon Salvatore was vulnerable.

"Damon, it's ok." One more time. He needs to believe it. I need him to believe it.

A small half smile appears on his face. There's still unshed tears, but the broken man looks slightly put back together.

"I know Isabella." He whispers, "Now rest. I'll take care of you."

"I know you will." I whisper back.

Then I fall asleep; safe and sound in Damon's arms.

Lets just all let it out..Ahhhhh, Damon...

Haha I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Yes Pearl is dead. I wish i could you describe a better vampire fight, but truly vampire fights aren't really a long drawn out thing. I mean, they're moving a little faster than humans.

Next Chapter: DELLA DELLA DELLA DELLA! It's so full of Della you might cry...haha just kidding...maybe...

I don't really have that much else to say. Any questions...well you know the drill. Keep up your beautiful reviews. Oh, and aren't we all just ecstatic that The Vampire Diaries are back! I know I am;) Btw I love Klaus (Hinters)

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