Italian Words Used:
1) Compassionevole = Pityful
2) Io stesso compassione = I pity myself
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Damon got up, hurriedly slipping on a pair of pants, not even bothering with a shirt. Elena followed, throwing on the closest thing she found, her robe. They went downstairs, taking them two as a time.
Elena rushed into the kitchen where she found Stefan bent over Bonnie who sat against the wall, tremors running through her small body. The phone was on the ground, batteries on the floor.
That must have been what crashed, Elena thought.
"What's wrong with her?" She asked Stefan. "What happened Stefan?"
"I don't know. She won't speak. All I know is the phone rang and she picked it up. I didn't think anything of it until she screamed. I have no idea who it was."
Bonnie was still muttering over and over the word 'no' as she sat on the floor.
"Bonnie? Bonnie tell me." Elena said softly.
Bonnie moaned, still shaking, her curls covering her face. She was gasping and crying at the same time. Slowly, Elena went on her knees and put her arms around her friend.
Damon was looking at Bonnie, dark eyes intent, narrowed and probing. Stefan just looked worried, his dark brows drawn together in a frown, concern evident on his face.
"No. Oh no. No, no, no. _Nooo_," she wailed.
"Shh. Bonnie, it's all right. Calm down. Tell me what happened." Elena continued.
Bonnie sniffed; her body still slightly shook, as did her voice as she said quietly, "It was her. And Elena-."
"Who Bonnie? Who's 'her?'
"The woman. That psycho! And Matt--Oh God Elena. Matt." Bonnie said.
"What did she say? What about Matt?" Elena could her the increased pitch of her voice as she realized something horrid could have happened to Matt.
"She said….Matt..." Bonnie trailed off, her voice growing faint. She swallowed, her face was ashen. "Matt's dead!"
Elena shook her head in disbelief, pulling away from her friend. Standing up, she continued to shake her head. "Oh Bonnie you don't know that. She could be lying." Elena heard the desperation in her voice.
"No. It's true," she whispered, "I saw it."
"What? What do you mean?" Elena looked at Stefan; his face was pinched, green eyes lost and far away. He had sat down and when she caught his eye he lowered his head into his hands.
Damon still stood there, looking at her then at Bonnie, black eyes serious.
"I saw it in a premonition. Only it happened as she told me." Her voice seemed to gaine some strength. "The scene played before my eyes and...." Once again, her voice began to lower, gradually. "Oh God, Elena I saw it! I saw it, I saw it, I saw it! It was horrid. So horrid! The blood, his face and the blood…."
She moaned and her face was as pale as Elena has ever seen it. Tears streamed down her face but Elena couldn't bring herself to move over to her again.
Stefan made a sound, like a strangled cry and Elena knew he must have been thinking it's either his fault or guilt over Bonnie again. But she couldn't bring herself to go to either. She simply stood there, feet planted firmly on the kitchen tile. Time seemed to have frozen.
Matt. Dead? No. Not dead. He can't be dead, Elena thought frantic.
Elena shook her head, back and forth and back and forth. She felt like Bonnie, in shock, terrorized and unable to stop shaking her head back and forth.
No, no. Not happening.
She buried her face in her hands, blocking out Stefan who looked tormented, blocking out Bonnie who was lost in her own world of fear and memories. She heard a choked, strangled sound similar to Stefan's escape from her throat.
And then felt strong arms around her, turning her slowly, pulling her close. Enveloped in gentle yet strong arms, face now buried on Damon's cool soft skin. Feeling the tears escaping, dripping down her face, probably on his bare skin as well, felt the chills that ran down her spine and the arms around her tighten.
Elena just cried as hands caressed her hair softly, rubbing her back gently. She couldn't believe it was happening. So young to die. So young, she thought ironically. She knew what it was to die young and wondered why these crazy thoughts were coming into her mind.
Bonnie was going to pass out. Her mind was swirling with incoherent, random thoughts.
Matt is dead. And this woman who ever she was, is still out there. And she could kill any one of us she wants to. Any time she likes. And Matt is dead. And I feel like I'm going insane. Any one of us could die next. Me, Stefan, Elena, Damon. And Matt is dead. And this witch, this psycho, this thing that should burn in Hell with the Devil himself killed Matt. And she's still alive but Matt isn't.
Pictures and flashbacks of times with Matt filled her head and Bonnie thought she might pass out.
Elena clutched at Damon, the tears had stopped but the pain had not. Her breathing was labored.
I'd kill that woman if I could find her. In a heartbeat I would have her die. Slow and painfully. Oh God. Poor Matt.
She couldn't believe it, but she couldn't really be upset anymore, she was far to furious. Elena's heart was racing with animosity.
Damon could feel her rage like a clinging damp blanket. The aura of her fury was powerfully emanating from her like over done perfume. He didn't have to have extraordinary sense to know that. He knew her as simply as she could unremarkably understand him as no one else could.
She could know what he felt just by his eyes and Elena knew almost all of what he felt-- everything that he tried so often to hide.
He knew she was upset as well but he was never very good at comforting. Who had he ever needed to comfort? Besides her during her new vampire stage a back in Fells Church.
Damon noted his brother, who sat very still, very tense at the table. His dark head was still bent in his hands and Damon sent his mind to his brothers. He picked up his thoughts:
Oh God, he's dead. I took Bonnie; I took the woman he loved again. He has every right to hate me. Should I say _had_ every right? Since he's _dead_. Dead, gone. We _were_ friends; he'd forgiven me for Elena but would he have forgiven me this time for stabbing him in the back again? If he wouldn't have it's my fault, as always. I would've deserved it if he wouldn't. Of course I would have deserved it.
Stefan pressed his eyes closed tighter. I've lost Elena. I wish I could comfort her. But I can't. And Bonnie will probably leave. I don't deserve to live.
At this Damon abruptly sent, *Don't be _stupid_!*
*Get out of my head, Damon.* Came a weary response.
*How many times must I say it, little brother, don't be any more stupid than you can help! Will you snap out of it! _Compassionevole_! *
*_Io stesso compassione_ *
Damon didn't respond. He could feel himseld tensing with annoyance. Let him wallow in his own self-pity, he thought.
Elena lifted her face from Damon's chest and he sensed she had calmed down a little. He, himself, began to forget his annyoance as she lifted her wet lashed to his. She swung her eyes in a silent gesture meaning she wanted to leave the kitchen. He nodded ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, and they left.
With a glance back at Stefan through the doorway Elena walked upstairs.
1) Compassionevole = Pityful
2) Io stesso compassione = I pity myself
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Damon got up, hurriedly slipping on a pair of pants, not even bothering with a shirt. Elena followed, throwing on the closest thing she found, her robe. They went downstairs, taking them two as a time.
Elena rushed into the kitchen where she found Stefan bent over Bonnie who sat against the wall, tremors running through her small body. The phone was on the ground, batteries on the floor.
That must have been what crashed, Elena thought.
"What's wrong with her?" She asked Stefan. "What happened Stefan?"
"I don't know. She won't speak. All I know is the phone rang and she picked it up. I didn't think anything of it until she screamed. I have no idea who it was."
Bonnie was still muttering over and over the word 'no' as she sat on the floor.
"Bonnie? Bonnie tell me." Elena said softly.
Bonnie moaned, still shaking, her curls covering her face. She was gasping and crying at the same time. Slowly, Elena went on her knees and put her arms around her friend.
Damon was looking at Bonnie, dark eyes intent, narrowed and probing. Stefan just looked worried, his dark brows drawn together in a frown, concern evident on his face.
"No. Oh no. No, no, no. _Nooo_," she wailed.
"Shh. Bonnie, it's all right. Calm down. Tell me what happened." Elena continued.
Bonnie sniffed; her body still slightly shook, as did her voice as she said quietly, "It was her. And Elena-."
"Who Bonnie? Who's 'her?'
"The woman. That psycho! And Matt--Oh God Elena. Matt." Bonnie said.
"What did she say? What about Matt?" Elena could her the increased pitch of her voice as she realized something horrid could have happened to Matt.
"She said….Matt..." Bonnie trailed off, her voice growing faint. She swallowed, her face was ashen. "Matt's dead!"
Elena shook her head in disbelief, pulling away from her friend. Standing up, she continued to shake her head. "Oh Bonnie you don't know that. She could be lying." Elena heard the desperation in her voice.
"No. It's true," she whispered, "I saw it."
"What? What do you mean?" Elena looked at Stefan; his face was pinched, green eyes lost and far away. He had sat down and when she caught his eye he lowered his head into his hands.
Damon still stood there, looking at her then at Bonnie, black eyes serious.
"I saw it in a premonition. Only it happened as she told me." Her voice seemed to gaine some strength. "The scene played before my eyes and...." Once again, her voice began to lower, gradually. "Oh God, Elena I saw it! I saw it, I saw it, I saw it! It was horrid. So horrid! The blood, his face and the blood…."
She moaned and her face was as pale as Elena has ever seen it. Tears streamed down her face but Elena couldn't bring herself to move over to her again.
Stefan made a sound, like a strangled cry and Elena knew he must have been thinking it's either his fault or guilt over Bonnie again. But she couldn't bring herself to go to either. She simply stood there, feet planted firmly on the kitchen tile. Time seemed to have frozen.
Matt. Dead? No. Not dead. He can't be dead, Elena thought frantic.
Elena shook her head, back and forth and back and forth. She felt like Bonnie, in shock, terrorized and unable to stop shaking her head back and forth.
No, no. Not happening.
She buried her face in her hands, blocking out Stefan who looked tormented, blocking out Bonnie who was lost in her own world of fear and memories. She heard a choked, strangled sound similar to Stefan's escape from her throat.
And then felt strong arms around her, turning her slowly, pulling her close. Enveloped in gentle yet strong arms, face now buried on Damon's cool soft skin. Feeling the tears escaping, dripping down her face, probably on his bare skin as well, felt the chills that ran down her spine and the arms around her tighten.
Elena just cried as hands caressed her hair softly, rubbing her back gently. She couldn't believe it was happening. So young to die. So young, she thought ironically. She knew what it was to die young and wondered why these crazy thoughts were coming into her mind.
Bonnie was going to pass out. Her mind was swirling with incoherent, random thoughts.
Matt is dead. And this woman who ever she was, is still out there. And she could kill any one of us she wants to. Any time she likes. And Matt is dead. And I feel like I'm going insane. Any one of us could die next. Me, Stefan, Elena, Damon. And Matt is dead. And this witch, this psycho, this thing that should burn in Hell with the Devil himself killed Matt. And she's still alive but Matt isn't.
Pictures and flashbacks of times with Matt filled her head and Bonnie thought she might pass out.
Elena clutched at Damon, the tears had stopped but the pain had not. Her breathing was labored.
I'd kill that woman if I could find her. In a heartbeat I would have her die. Slow and painfully. Oh God. Poor Matt.
She couldn't believe it, but she couldn't really be upset anymore, she was far to furious. Elena's heart was racing with animosity.
Damon could feel her rage like a clinging damp blanket. The aura of her fury was powerfully emanating from her like over done perfume. He didn't have to have extraordinary sense to know that. He knew her as simply as she could unremarkably understand him as no one else could.
She could know what he felt just by his eyes and Elena knew almost all of what he felt-- everything that he tried so often to hide.
He knew she was upset as well but he was never very good at comforting. Who had he ever needed to comfort? Besides her during her new vampire stage a back in Fells Church.
Damon noted his brother, who sat very still, very tense at the table. His dark head was still bent in his hands and Damon sent his mind to his brothers. He picked up his thoughts:
Oh God, he's dead. I took Bonnie; I took the woman he loved again. He has every right to hate me. Should I say _had_ every right? Since he's _dead_. Dead, gone. We _were_ friends; he'd forgiven me for Elena but would he have forgiven me this time for stabbing him in the back again? If he wouldn't have it's my fault, as always. I would've deserved it if he wouldn't. Of course I would have deserved it.
Stefan pressed his eyes closed tighter. I've lost Elena. I wish I could comfort her. But I can't. And Bonnie will probably leave. I don't deserve to live.
At this Damon abruptly sent, *Don't be _stupid_!*
*Get out of my head, Damon.* Came a weary response.
*How many times must I say it, little brother, don't be any more stupid than you can help! Will you snap out of it! _Compassionevole_! *
*_Io stesso compassione_ *
Damon didn't respond. He could feel himseld tensing with annoyance. Let him wallow in his own self-pity, he thought.
Elena lifted her face from Damon's chest and he sensed she had calmed down a little. He, himself, began to forget his annyoance as she lifted her wet lashed to his. She swung her eyes in a silent gesture meaning she wanted to leave the kitchen. He nodded ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, and they left.
With a glance back at Stefan through the doorway Elena walked upstairs.