If Only Time Stood Still

A/N: And we are back with another chapter for this story

Klaus: We all know that

Me: Where's Caroline?

Caroline: Here!

Me: Want to do the disclaimer?

Caroline: *smiles* Sure! Miss Isabella Swan-Mikaelson doesn't own Vampire Diaries or Twilight Saga, though she wishes she does.

Me: *Annoyed* Nice way to sum up my wish list… Also a big, wonderful thank you to Fawkes Devaue! I mean seriously… Where would my stories be without your inspiring imagination and helpfulness?

You're losing your memory now
You're losing your memory now
You're losing your memory now
You're losing your memory

You're losing your memory now
You're losing your memory now
You're losing your memory now
You're losing your memory

Song title: Losing Your Memory

Artist: Ryan Star

Chapter 35: Losing Your Memory

Seattle, Washington State

Knowing that something was going down in Mystic Falls, Katherine was busy packing up her things; Tyler was at Forks High gathering any information that he found useful about either the Cullen family or the Mikaelson family; she stopped when a light knock sounded on her door.

Once she opened it, her eyebrows rose in pure surprise and curiosity as to why the last person she expected to be on her doorstep, well… Was

"What are you doing here?" Katherine asked, looking at the bronze haired Cold One that was Edward Cullen. "Thought you would be with your girlfriend, Bella?"

Edward's jaw tightened as a light smirk came to Katherine's face, so the rumor that Bella and Edward broke up was in fact true – she then moved aside to let the boy in.

"So, why are you here?"

"To get answers," Edward replied back, turning to face her then looked at her half-empty suitcase. "Going somewhere?"

"As the matter of fact, yes, yes I am." Katherine replied, pouring herself the rest of the red wine she ordered from room service to help with the cravings. "I'm heading to a place I use to call home."

"This changes things then," Edward replied, sighing as Katherine felt him behind her. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Katherine replied, turning around to see Edward holding a vervain-filled dart in his hand. "What are you planning to do with that dart?"

"I need to protect Bella from those horrid Originals; you're needed in a small ritual for me to do that." Edward replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Alive though."

"I don't think the Mikaelsons are the ones Bella needs protection from," Katherine taunts, but knowing that she was trapped and she hated being trapped. "I believe the one person that Bella needs protection from is you, Edward."

A dark snarl came from Edward's throat, Katherine didn't have time to react to him breaking her neck; her body went limp in his arms as he turned around to face Stefan Salvatore – who was standing at the door.

"You know she's going to really hate you when she wakes up."

"I don't care," Edward replied, picking Katherine limped form over his shoulder and blurred down to his Volvo. "If she's needed in this thing to protect Bella, then so be it."

Stefan gave a small smile to Edward, knowing that Edward doesn't know the true intention behind the sacrifice at all.

….

Mystic Falls, Virginia

Salvatore Boarding House

Damon gasped awake, he still could feel the stake within his back, grazing against his heart – he took a deep breath before removing the stake and dropping to the floor in pain once again. The feeling of the wound healing didn't come; he felt as if his insides were burning, he then laughed as he smelt the scent of werewolf venom around his wound, laced within his blood.

"Great…" Damon muttered to no one at all. "The one person I love just admitted she loves me and now I am about to die, again. Perfect."

Suddenly the scent of Elena's perfume came to his attention, he smiled again, thinking that it was the venom playing tricks on his mind again; he would welcome it this time.

"Oh my god! Damon!" Elena's voice called, though it sounded like someone had stuffed tissues in his ears and he couldn't hear her properly. "Damon… Damon, can you hear me?"

Elena then felt something wet, she looked down at her hands, they were covered in blood; a small cry escaped from her lips as she was puzzled as to why the wound wasn't healing, she then seen a broken piece of glass – she didn't hesitate to cut her wrist and place it against Damon's lips to drink.

"Drink Damon, come on… Please." Elena begged, tears filling her eyes. "Why isn't it working? Why isn't it healing?"

Damon coughed up Elena's blood, she was puzzled until she seen the stake gleaming dangerously at her; she then looked back at Damon.

"It's laced with werewolf venom." Damon coughed his voice dry from lack of blood in his system.

"No!" Elena shouted, pulling Damon into her lap – she then pulled out her phone to call the only person that could save him. "Come on… Come on answer…"

"He won't answer." Damon replied, thinking that she was calling Stefan. "He's working with Frederick."

One ring

Two rings

"Hello?"

"Bella!"

"Elena, what's wrong?"

Elena started to cry on the phone, she looked down at the helpless form of Damon and tried to explain what happened but she couldn't utter a word. "Damon… Stake… Werewolf venom."

"Damon's was staked with werewolf venom?"

"Yes."

"We're on our way," Bella replied, as she slightly talked to someone that was beside her, possibly Elijah. "Try and keep Damon as comfortable as possible."

"Yeah, okay…"

"And Elena?"

"What?"

"Tell him, he might not remember but just tell him."

Before Elena could say anything else, Bella had hanged up; Elena looked back down at Damon as he, she then stroked his forehead as she seen him starting to shiver from the poisoning.

"Damon?"

"Hm…"

"Please don't leave me." Elena begged, kissing his forehead. "Please, I need you."

"You… Need… Me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You must know why," Elena pleaded, when she heard nothing back from him, she took a deep breath and sighed. "I love you, there I said it. I love you, Damon. You done horrible things, things that no one can forgive so easily, yet we do. You will try and say that you're bad, you're no good for me, but I don't care, I love you and I always will."

Not taking the chance to miss out on kissing him, Elena placed her lips upon his, knowing that he probably won't remember her saying most of that; the sound of footsteps came to her attention as she turned to see Bella, Elijah, Caroline and Klaus walk into the Boarding house.

"Is he…?"

"No, he still has a slight heartbeat." Klaus replied as he knelt down beside Elena and Damon – looking at Bella as he bit into his wrist and forced his blood down Damon's throat. "Did he say who did this to him?"

"No," Elena replied, sighing. "But I have a feeling I know who did."

"Frederick?" Elijah asked, looking at Elena who shook her head. "Stefan?"

"Well, that explains most of it." Caroline muttered as Elena nodded to Elijah's answer.

"You knew of this, Miss Gilbert?"

"I had my assumptions about it and was about to tell Elijah with Bella," Elena replied, as Damon's started to come back around since Klaus's blood was doing its job. "But I was thinking maybe it was just me, but now I know it wasn't."

...

Mystic Falls, Virginia

Gilbert's Lake House

Damon pulled up outside the Lake House, he was slightly still weak from the werewolf venom but thanks to Klaus, he was healed; now here he was with Elena- since he and Alaric agreed to come in separate cars to the Lake House and he was confused about how he was going to confront Elena about her feelings for him.

"Damon, what's wrong?" Elena asked, noticing the look upon his face; she paused with her overnight bag in her hands as he shook his head and he stopped at the entrance of the Lake House, staring at her. "What? What is it?"

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" Elena asked, as she reached for one of her suitcases.

"When you told the girls that...you...love me," Damon replied, looking a little hopeful. "Did you really mean it?"

Elena paused as she turned to face him, embarrassment clearly written across her face. "Oh, my God! You heard that?"

"Yeah. Well...did you..."

"Of course I did." Elena replies, as she holds his face in her hands, a light smile formed across her face as she looked into his ice-blue eyes. "I love you. I think I've loved you since the moment we met, but I was just too taken with Stefan and playing it safe by being with him to really realize, until of course I realized that Stefan is not...who I thought he was. But, I really didn't want to tell you, well like this, I wanted it to be romantic, and special, and..."

"Elena" Damon groaned, turning to face her as he removed the suitcase from her hands

"What?"

"Shut up." Damon leaned towards her and promptly kisses her passionately.

About an hour and 20 minutes later Alaric, Jeremy, and Bonnie pull up and started to make their way into the Lake house...

"So, do you need anything special to spell the house against Cold Ones or..." Alaric asked Bonnie, wondering what the young witch would actually need.

"No, I just need the usual stuff. You know candles, water, and..."

"Guys, why was the door open?" Jeremy asked, looking straight at the opened door and the suitcases beside it.

"What do you mean?" Alaric and Bonnie asked, at the same time.

"The front door was wide open when we came in. You two didn't notice that?"

Alaric gets a panicked look in his eyes as they all realize that Elena and Damon got here before them considering Damon's car was outside in the driveway. Immediately his min thinks that Damon and Elena were attacked or worse, when all of a sudden, due to the panicked silence, they all tilt their heads upwards when they hear the passionate sounds of lovemaking coming from upstairs.

"Well, from those sounds… I'm guessing Elena told Damon her feelings for him?" Jeremy muttered, shaking his head as he then headed for the back door. "I think I'm going to go and er…chop firewood, yeah, chopping firewood sounds good."

"I'm going to get started on the spell." Bonnie adds as she walks off to the kitchen trying to hide the smile on her face over the circumstances that were coming from upstairs.

Alaric, coming to his senses that Elena and Damon would be occupied for a few days, he then turned to the small, wooden cabinet that the finest, aging Alcohol was stored – he poured himself a drink or two as he shook his head."This is going to be a long two weeks."