He stalked towards me, like a lion towards its prey, and stopped just mere inches from my face. I could feel his hot breath against my nose like he'd been running for miles. A million thoughts ran through my head at once, including the fact that Tyler could most likely read all of them.
Should I bang on the window to get Damon's attention? What if I scream really loud? If I start running now, I could make it downstairs and find Stefan and Damon.
But no matter how many things I thought of, my body would not cooperate at all and I froze to my spot. Sweat beaded at my hairline and slowly trickled down my forehead. His cocky voice made the tears fall freely, my face expression staying as still as stone.
"Whatever you're thinking of doing, don't. I could snap your neck before you even knew what was happening."
He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, like Damon always does, and smiled a sickly smile.
"So. I heard about our little bun the oven..."
He let go of my hair and began strolling around the room.
"That doesn't actually surprise me at all, you see..."
Tyler moved away to stare down at Damon and Stefan who had their back towards the window.
"What does surprise me, however, is that it's still there."
He walked back around to face me head on.
"I thought I made myself perfectly clear when I said what was to happen to that baby. It's an abomination, Elena. But you knew that already, didn't you?"
I closed my eyes, not wanting to look into his, turned black from anger. Before I could take another breath, all the air became trapped in my lungs as Tyler threw me across the room into the far wall. A shooting pain erupted from my abdomen as I realised what his goal was from this ambush. I curled up, foetal position, and hugged my stomach tightly. Tyler came into view with pure hatred in his eyes as he charged towards me and started viciously kicking my stomach. I cried out in agony as every blow brought me closer to death. I screamed through the tears and tried to call for Damon. The second before I slipped into unconsciousness, the door swung open and both men were greeted with the scene that lay out before them. Stefan lunged towards Tyler just as he tried to make a dash but Stefan snapped his neck before he could get any further. He dragged the werewolf out of the door until it was just Damon, staring down at me in horror, unable to process what he was witnessing. The guilt and sorrow in his eyes were the last thing I saw before I passed out from the unbearable pain.
A sweet smell of hot chocolate wafting under my nose woke me up from my deep slumber. I felt the bed dip near the edge and I opened my eyes to see Damon leaning over me, one hand next to my shoulder. I tried to sit up but the memory of earlier slammed into me and I was taken back to Tyler kicking me uncontrollably. The memory triggered the pain and I was left hugging my stomach moaning in pain again. When the pain eventually subsided, I felt a warm liquid puddling between my legs.
"Damon, stand up a minute."
He looked at me with fear in his eyes, almost like he knew what happened.
I pushed the thick quilt off of me and a blood curdling scream rang out in the room followed by a salty stream of tears.
There was blood everywhere. The sheets were drenched, my Christmas pyjamas were drenched. Everything was dyed a deep colour of red.
Through the pain and tears I scrambled away from the mess only to get the blood in even more places. I pulled the shirt over my head and tore the pants off too, leaving myself near naked in just a pair of panties dyed red from the blood. I threw them to the other side of the room and tipped myself off the bed to drag myself to sit on the floor underneath the window. My whole body shuddered, and my lips quivered in the cold winter air. I tucked myself into my chest and buried my face in my knees, desperate to shut out the rest of the world.
"It can't be over. She can't be dead."
I whispered through the tears and looked up at Damon, who was towering above me, with pleading eyes. He spoke with the quietest voice, just above a whisper.
"Baby, I'm so sorry. I can't hear her heartbeat anymore."
As I sat on the floor, in just a pair of blood-stained panties, I suddenly realised what was happening. I had lost my baby. My one chance of having a family with Damon had been ripped away from me. I could feel the impact of this revelation hitting me with full force and I just screamed. I screamed and I cried. My hands pulled my hair back off my face and I sat on the floor crying. I had hit a new low and I felt myself falling even further. I didn't know what to do, or how to deal or process any of it. I wanted to die. Damon came and knelt down in front of me just before I began screaming in his face.
"YOU FUCKING KNEW. YOU COULD SMELL THE BLOOD SEEPING THROUGH THE SHEETS AND YOU DID FUCK ALL. YOU KNEW I LOST MY BABY AND YOU JUST SAT THERE, WAITING FOR ME TO FIND OUT MYSELF. YOU COULDN'T HAVE EVEN FUCKING WARNED ME."
I slammed my hands in the ground and waited for his reaction. Hurt covered his face, his head dropped and I instantly regretted raising my voice at him.
"I needed to let you sleep. I fed you my blood after you passed out to help with the healing, but what you really needed was rest."
He stood up and walked over to his ensuite bathroom to turn on the taps to the bath. Just the sound of it slowly filling up calmed me down slightly. He walked back over and towered over me again, attempting to pull me up, but failed because of the horrific bruising to my abdomen. Damon bent down to pick me up and carried me over to the bathroom.
"Let's get you cleaned up, shall we."
Slowly he sat me down on a small chair and pulled down my panties.
"Is it too hot?"
He asked, placing a wet flannel in my hands. I shook my head no to answer.
"Do you want me to wipe you down or do you want to get in the bath with me?"
I played with my hands before nodding my head in the direction to the bath.
The next time I lifted my head, Damon was stood completely naked in front of me. I managed to stand up with his help, wincing at the pain that came with every movement. He lifted my legs over the bath and let me sink down into the hot, bubbly bathtub.
He climbed in behind me and I leaned into him. I let him caress my neck and he pulled my hair back to plait it.
"We will figure this out. I don't know how or what we're going to do but it will all work out in the end. I promise you that."
I took a deep breath before grabbing hold of his hands and wrapping them around myself.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, he picked up a flannel and began wiping me down, starting with my shoulders and neck. He got lower until he was cleaning off blood from the inside of my thighs. I could feel his hands grazing over the scars that were left from the blade of a pencil sharpener. I felt his soft kisses trailing down my neck, like he was trying to make up for the scars.
I whimpered, his touches were making me feel vulnerable and he loved it when I showed it. I couldn't help but moan and my lips curled up with every passing moment. Just when I thought I had come to terms with where my life was, the memory of my miscarriage swept into me and a wave of sadness took over. I sniffled, trying to contain my tears but it wasn't enough and Damon caught on quickly.
"I know it hurts, baby. And I'm also know that this is was our only chance to have a baby, a family. I am very aware that, as a vampire, procreation the 'natural' way is impossible but I know of a few vampires who have been able to start a family with their human partners through insemination."
At this, I sat up quickly breathed through the pain, and stared him dead in the eyes.
"Are you fucking serious?"
"Yes. I know I should've mentioned it before but it happened a very long time ago."
I sat up and leaned over.
"But it did happen. That's the point Damon. A human girl got pregnant using a vampires 'seed'. That is pretty big fucking news that we could've done with months ago."
He grabbed a hold of my hands and held them close together.
"Elena, that not what I mean. Insemination, using a sperm donor. The baby only had the mother's genes, not the vampire's."
My face sunk at this news and I knew there was no possible way for us to have a baby that was made of both of us.
"Has anyone ever tried insemination using a vampires sperm?"
I knew the answer already but I had to ask.
"I honestly don't know."
I leaned back onto his chest once more and sighed loudly. An idea popped up into my mind.
"Why don't we try that? I mean, I know that we've had sex and we haven't conceived but an insemination might just work for us. Unless you don't want to have a baby with me..."
I felt him sit up at my last comment and I prepared myself for the lecture.
"What? Of course I do. Fuck Elena, that is all I've been able to think about since we got together and how I will never be able to provide you with the chance to raise a family like you always hoped. It kills me inside to know that I might not ever be able to have a baby with you so if there is even the slightest chance of that happening then I am all in."
"We'll make it happen Damon. I promise. One way or another we will get our perfect family."