Star Twins

by FallenAnqel13

Leslie and her twin sister Elena are Star Children. They aren't human, or are they? What will happen when Leslie catches Damon's interest? Has Damon finally found his match? And if he has, what if she can't love him back? What if she believes that love makes you weak? Not your typical Damon/OC story. She has a secret, a BIG one. What is it? Read & find out!

39. Death

A/N: IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE. I REALLY THINK YOU GUYS SHOULD READ IT.

TO ALL YOU STEALERS: Okay, I didn't really want to do this, but now I'm pissed. So, I'm just going to be blunt about it. I absolutely hate it when people steal my ideas and use them to make their own stories. I don't care if you use four or even ten people. The idea of people being able to control the 4 elements, and being from outer space belongs to ME. So, quit stealing! Stealing is actually a Sin in case you people don't know that. You know who you are, because you're reading this chapter seeing what you can copy. So, quit it and go away! Nocturnals, and Leslie are mine! :P

TO MY FANS: So, here's the deal. Either these people quit their stealing, or this and all of my other stories are going down. If this doesn't stop, and I do take my stories down. I will still continue with Star Twins, but I will just have to email my updates to everyone that still wishes to know the outcome of this story. Or, I may just move to another website. I'm not sure yet, but I will keep you guys posted. Anyway, I apologize if I sound rude or mean, but I'm just so mad. I have put a lot of time and effort in this story just for someone to come and steal my ideas. Also, thank you so much for all of your kind reviews! You guys are awesome! You all probably think I'm bipolar, huh? I'm not, I already got myself checked. Toodles! ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries, or any of the songs mentioned through out this story. What I do own are my own characters, and the idea of nocturnals and their special powers. Got that, stealers? MINE! BACK OFF!

Chapter 39

(Damon's POV)

I was thinking of the possibilities of Leslie staking me for doing this, when I saw her stir next to me. I heard her groan and cover her face from the sun. She then turned towards me and blinked several times. When she finally focused her gaze on me, she frowned. Oh great, here it comes. I instantly braced myself for the yelling, but was completely shocked when I heard her say.

"Give me your jacket."

I merely frowned in confusion and asked skeptically.

"What? Why?"

She merely glared at me more deeply then practically yelled.

"Give me your jacket!"

I simply shrugged, and removed my jacket. Maybe she was cold. I handed it over to her and was completely taken aback when she turned to face away from me then threw my jacket over her face. So, she was trying to cover herself from the sun? I listened to her breathing for several seconds and then realised that she had fallen back asleep. Was she serious?

I simply chuckled at her anticts then shook her awake. She merely groaned and replied.

"Go away. I'm trying to sleep here."

I shook her again just wanting to see her reaction. I simply saw her hand lift slightly in the air and flip me the bird. She then lowered her hand and snuggled back into the seat. I really couldn't help but bust out laughing at that. She was just too funny for her own good. I then heard her sigh in annoyance and say.

"That was an insult, smart one. Shut up and let me sleep."

I merely smirked and replied tauntingly.

"Aren't you concerned about where you are?"

"Aren't you concerned about what my foot is about to do to your lovely dashboard?"

I stayed quiet for a second then replied calmly.

"No."

She then sighed and replied honestly.

"Well, then there's your answer. I don't care where I am. Just let me sleep. I'll see you in an hour."

With that, she snuggled deeper into the seat and went back to sleep. Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that reaction.

(One Hour Later)

True to her word, exactly one hour later, Leslie awoke. She simply turned towards me and blinked her eyes awake. She then yawned and asked.

"So, where are we?"

I simply stared at her in complete disbelief. Was she serious? Maybe she hit her head harder than I thought. Leslie merely frowned then asked curiously.

"What? Do I have drool on me? You better not say yes cuz I've already asked Elena, and she said I don't drool. Or, is it my hair? You know what? I don't care. Just quit staring at me."

I simply continued on looking at her in pure disbelief. She merely glared at me more fiercely then hissed.

"Quit your sh*t, Damon. Don't be looking at me like that. Turn the hell around."

I instantly snapped out of my confused state and replied with a smirk.

"Well, kitten, if you must know, we are on a road trip."

I was prepared for the yelling to not call her kitten, but was surprised to hear nothing. I watched as she simply slipped her arms into my jacket backwards then replied casually.

"Road trip, huh? So, where are we heading? It better not be freaking Miami, or some place hot like that. I've already told you that the sun pisses me off."

She then lifted her hand and yawned into her palm. I merely smirked and replied.

"No, it's nothing like that."

She simply gave a slight nod then said.

"You know what I just realized?"

"What?"

She then turned to look directly at me and said in a serious tone.

"I was in a freaking car crash last night."

I really couldn't help it, I instantly busted out laughing. Was she seriously barely noticing that? She simply crossed her arms and said.

"Hey, I'm smart most of the time, but even I can be slow at times."

She then placed her head down in her hands and groaned.

"My car. My freaking Aero is trashed! Damn it all to hell! It took me a sh*t load of paper work to even get that here! Now, it's completely f*cked because some jack*ss thought it would be funny to stand in the middle of the damn road! Man, f*ck whoever that douche-bag was!"

Note to self ... never trash Leslie's car. After her little rant, she slowly lifted her head and laid back against the seat. She then turned towards me and said.

"So, where are we going again?"

I simply smirked and replied.

"Well, we're technically already here."

She simply rolled her eyes and said.

"Yeah, but where exactly is here? "

I merely smirked and replied with a wink.

"Georgia."

I stared at her intently waiting for her explosive reaction, but was disappointed to see her simply stretch her arms and reply.

"Well, at least Georgia isn't that hot."

Okay, either this was Elena pretending to be Leslie. Or, Leslie had suffered a severe concussion and needed immediate medical attention. I was leaning more on the concussion side. Therefore, I slowly moved my hand towards her head and checked her temperature. She instantly shoved my hand away from her face and exclaimed.

"Hey! Hands off! I don't know what or who those nasty things have touched!"

I simply smirked and replied tauntingly.

"Well these nasty things have only touched you these past ... "

"You're a real d*ck, you know that?"

I merely chuckled and replied.

"Well, if you really want to go down that road then we will. So, where should I start? Oh, I know! Well, since I was a young boy I have always been very well endow ..."

"Ugh! Shut the hell up, you sick perv!"

I simply started chuckling as I watched her covering her ears and glaring at me profoundly. She then scowled at me and said.

"I don't know how Stefan can put up with you. I would have punched your freaking teeth in a long ass time ago."

I merely smirked and replied.

"That's not true. You would have been in my bed with a wedding ring on your finger a long ass time ago."

Had I really just said that? I watched as her eyes instantly widened at my statement. She then quickly turned to stare out the window and clenched her hands into tight fists. I stared at her hands carefully, and realized that if she kept clenching them that way she would end up breaking the skin.

Why the hell had I said that? Could it be that ... ? Was it possible that I might ...? I instantly shook my head in a negative. No, no, no way in hell! Maybe? No! I was not in love with Leslie! I could not be in love with my ... my ... friend! My best friend to be exact. Yes, that was exactly what Leslie was to me. She was my best friend and as a friend it was my duty to take her to a doctor and get her checked. Right? At least that was what I had read in Stefan's diaries and seen other people do. Therefore, I sighed then asked carefully.

"Leslie, are you okay? You hit your ... "

"I'm fine, just drive."

As she said this, she didn't even turn around to look at me. Sometimes, I really did curse my big mouth. We remained silent for quite some time, but the silence was then broken by the sound of Leslie's phone ringing. She simply sighed and stated casually.

"I know you have my phone, so just answer it."

I merely smirked at her then pulled out her phone and checked the Caller ID. My smile only grew when I realized it was Stefan. I quickly clicked the 'Talk' button and answered.

"Leslie's phone."

"Where is she, Damon? What have you done with her?"

I looked over to the side, and noticed Leslie merely roll her eyes and mutter.

"Over-protective vamp."

I simply smiled and replied casually.

"And hello to you too, brother. If by "her" you mean Leslie then let me assure you that she is in great hands."

I then heard Elena holler.

"Tell him that I will personally stake him if he touches a hair on my sister!"

I heard Stefan sigh and say.

"I'm sure you heard that, Damon. Listen, why don't you just bring Leslie back and we avoid anymore problems? Her cousin and her bodyguard are looking for her, you know?"

I noticed Leslie instantly tense in her seat and immediately extend her hand out to me, demanding the phone. I stared at her skeptically, but she merely replied.

"It won't be long before Sedrick tracks us down and kills you. So, give me the phone."

I cautiously handed her back the phone and she instantly said.

"Stefan, it's me."

"Leslie, listen about what happen ..."

I noticed how Leslie instantly narrowed her eyes and replied coldly.

"I really don't care about what you're excuse is Stefan. I don't even want to hear the sound of your voice, right now. Let me talk to my sister."

I heard Stefan simply sigh then hand over the phone. I instantly heard the sound of that loud-mouthed brat say.

"Leslie! I've been so worried! I thought you were dead! Are you at the hospital? Oh my God, I saw your Aero and I feared the worst! Please tell me you're okay! Where are you? Tell me where you are and I'll go see you! I've been so worried and ... "

Leslie simply sighed and interrupted her by saying.

"Take a chill pill, Lena. I'm fine. How are you?"

There was a slight pause then I heard Elena reply.

"I ... I am ... I don't know."

"I see."

"Yeah."

Leslie simply leaned her head back against the seat and stated plainly.

"It wasn't my secret to tell, Lena."

I heard Elena sigh and reply.

"I know, Leslie. I'm not mad at you. You're my sister. I could never be mad at you. I'm curious, though."

Leslie simply smiled and replied casually.

"Oh? What about?"

"How did you find out?"

Leslie simply laughed and replied.

"The same way you did. Although my reaction was a bit different."

I heard Elena laugh quietly and reply.

"Yeah, I bet. It was probably something along the lines of, "I am not her, and I will kill you if you compare me to her!" Right?"

Leslie simply smirked and replied honestly.

"Something like that. Listen Lena, I am going to ask you a favor, and I am going to ask you a question. Which do you want me to ask first?"

Elena seemed to think about for a minute then replied.

"The favor."

Leslie grinned and replied.

"Smart choice. I want you to find Sedrick and tell him I said, "Stand down." Will you do that for me?"

"I ... of course!"

"Thanks, don't forget, alright?"

"Sure, now what was your question?"

Leslie simply sighed then replied bluntly.

"I told Stefan I would kill him if he hurt you. Do you want me to kill him?"

Was Leslie seriously contemplating killing Stefan? I had thought she had merely said to make sure Stefan didn't hurt her sister. Although, now that I was staring directly at her, I knew full well that she was serious. If Elena gave the okay, Stefan was goner. I listened carefully for Elena's reply and wasn't surprised to hear her instantly yell.

"OF COURSE NOT! Leslie, how can you even ask me that? You know how much I ..."

Leslie simply rolled her eyes and replied boredly.

"I don't want your whole freaking life story, Elena. I just wanted an answer to my question."

"Well, the answer is absolutely NOT!"

Leslie simply shrugged then stated casually.

"Alright, you know what this means, don't you?"

I heard Elena take a deep breath then say.

"Yes, I know."

Leslie merely looked out the window and replied seriously.

"I truly hope you made the right choice, sis."

With that, Leslie hung up on her sister and placed her phone in my jacket pocket. She then sighed and leaned her head against the side of the door. Well, there was definitely more to Leslie than what met the eye. There was always an air of mystery surrounding her and the people she associated herself with.

I then saw Leslie simply turn to look at me and say casually.

"Shoot, Damon."

"What?"

She simply laughed and replied.

"I know you're curious about what just happened, so just ask."

I simply smirked at her and replied snarkily.

"And what makes you think I actually give a rat's ass about what you do?"

She merely smiled and replied with a shrug.

"Alright then, but when you want to ask me something. All I'm gonna say is, "What makes you think I give a rat's ass about what you want to ask?" Now ... "

"Do you really accept me just the way I am?"

She instantly turned to stare at me and immediately replied.

"Well, yeah. I mean, your attitude was the reason I liked you in the first place. You're blunt and don't care about what people think of you. You don't ... conform, and that's something I respect."

I simply laughed and asked sarcastically.

"You respect me? That's not what happened the night you killed Logan. You weren't exactly very respectful that night."

She sighed then replied sincerely.

"Honestly, I was just pissed off that night. I wasn't pissed off at you. I was pissed off at that stupid f*cker that tied me up. I ... I have this thing that I can't stand being tied up like that. It ... it brings back bad memories."

I frowned slightly then asked curiously.

"What do you mean, bad memories?"

She instantly turned towards the window and replied with her eyes closed.

"I don't want to talk about it. It's ... it's too painful."

Painful? Had she been kidnapped? Or ... or raped? I really couldn't hold down the feeling of pure rage and anger at the thought of somebody hurting her. Therefore, I hesitantly removed my hand from the steering wheel and placed it gently on her shoulder. She instantly stiffened at my touch then took a deep breath and finally opened her eyes. She then gave me a small smile and said.

"I really shouldn't be telling you this, but I feel like I can trust you. I'm giving you a second chance, so don't let me down. If you tell anyone about this conversation, I will hunt you down and kill you."

I merely gave her a small nod then replied.

"You can trust me, Leslie. I promise I won't tell anyone. I just want to know what happened to you."

She simply smiled and replied with a voice void of emotion.

"Have you ever been in a situation in which someone you deeply care for was in pain and there was nothing you could do to help them? Not only that, but you're right there simply watching them suffer? You wish you could do something, but you can't. And the only thing you can hear in those dark empty walls is that person's screams? Have you ever been in a situation like that?"

What the hell had happened to her? What kind of childhood did Leslie have? She clearly needed some type of help, if she was asking me questions like that. Leslie simply laughed and stated calmly.

"I'm not insane, Damon. My IQ level turned out to be above average in the recent test I took. I am just asking you some simple questions."

I merely cleared my throat and replied honestly.

"I have experienced something similar to that."

Leslie simply stared at me skeptically for a couple of seconds. Finally realization seemed to dawn on her and she simply replied with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh yeah, you're talking about that skank that manipulated you and your little brother. Talk about pathetic."

I instantly gritted my teeth together and replied aggresively.

"Don't call her that, and she didn't manipulate anybody. She loved me and Stefan took her away from me."

Leslie simply stared at me with her mouth slightly agape then replied sarcastically.

"You're right. Skank is too nice. Wh*re, b*tch, sl*t, and home-wrecker, sound like much more appropriate terms to describe her. What kind of woman gets involved with two brothers? She clearly had no respect for herself, you guys, or your home. To be honest, I pity you Damon. I pity you for loving someone that clearly didn't love you back. I know I'm sounding like a straight-up bitch right now, but I'm just being honest. I just hope that one day you will be able to see the truth and when you do I just want you to know that I'm here for you."

There was a part of me that was pissed off at Leslie. I was mad because of everything she had called Katherine without even knowing her. Although, I was mainly pissed off due to the fact that she pitied me. I am Damon F*cking Salvatore. I don't need anyone's pity.

Then there was a part of me that was, in a sense, grateful to her. Leslie was being completely sincere when she told me she would be there for me, and I appreciated that. She also gave me something to think about. Did Katherine even love me at all? I had loved her like I had never loved anyone else. I gave her everything she wanted. I did everything she asked me to do. Yet, that wasn't enough for her. I ... I ... wasn't enough. Could it be possible that Leslie was right?

I was brought out of my depressing thoughts by the sound of Leslie saying.

"You're not an idiot, Damon. I've never taken you for one. Open your eyes and smell the vervain, dude. That chick didn't care about you."

I gave her a side glance, but didn't reply. I was too emotionally confused that I couldn't think of something to say. Leslie merely sighed then turned to look at me and said honestly.

"Here, let me put it to you this way. You know how my dad and I don't get along, right? He goes out of his way to piss me off just because I'm more like him than anyone else. He pisses me off. I tell him off. That's just how we are. Now, even though we're like that, I would never allow anyone to put their hands on him and simply walk away. He's my father and I love him. In my on way, but I do love him. Now, why do I feel like that? It's quite simple really. Loyalty. That's all there is to it. I am loyal to my father and to my family. No matter what happens between us I will always be loyal to my family. I will stand by their side and be there for them whenever I am needed."

She then stared directly at me and said.

"Do you kinda get what I'm saying? If you truly love someone you are loyal to them. You don't betray them and you stick by their side no matter what. That's where your ex failed you. That's how I know she didn't really love you. Think about this, let's say Stefan had never been born. Do you honestly think she would have been loyal to you? If she had the lady b*lls to mess with your brother. Don't you think she would have had them to mess with some other guy in town? Think about it, Damon. You are no moron. You're a smart guy. Just push those feelings of vengeance and hatred aside for a minute and actually stop to think about things."

I jerked the car to an abrupt stop and watched Leslie slam forward. She instantly held her head and said.

"What the hell, Damon? That freaking hurt! Ouch! Damn! My freaking head hurts! I'm gonna end up staking you one of these days! Man! That sh*t hurt!"

I simply got out of the car and stalked all the way to her side of the car. I nearly ripped the passenger door off its hinges and pulled her out. She merely glared at me then yelled.

"What the hell, Damon! Let go of me! Let go! I'm gonna freaking kick your d*ck off! Let go of me, you jerk!"

I merely moved her towards the hood of the car and growled at her.

"Don't move from there, or I will kill you."

She simply folded her arms across her chest and replied sarcastically.

"Oh, really? Ha, that's funny. Go ahead, I'm not afraid of you, and I most certainly don't fear death."

I simply glared at her and began pacing in front of her. She merely stared up at the sky then replied calmly.

"Truth hurts, doesn't it? I'm surprised I'm the only one that's had the b*lls to tell you how it is."

I merely paused to turn and glare at her angrily. Then I narrowed my eyes at her and snarled.

"Shut up!"

She glared right back at me and snapped.

"You shut up! Don't be telling me to shut up, Damon! A true friend is honest with you and helps you when you're in the wrong! You may not like it, but this is how I am! I am freaking honest! You're my friend and I'll be damned if I let you destroy yourself over some wh*re that didn't give a sh*t about you! So, just shut the f*ck up, and get in this freaking car before I make you get in myself!"

I could merely stare at her in amazement as she fumed angrily at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but for the first time in my life. I was utterly speechless. Leslie simply glared at me angrily and stated bluntly.

"You're just like those dumbasses from the cave allegory. Someone tries to help you see the light, see the truth, and you just want to keep on looking at the shadows."

She then looked away from me and huffed.

"It's kinda scary how something someone said a long ass time ago perfectly applies to things that happen nowadays."

She then turned to glare at me and shouted angrily.

"If you wanna keep looking at the shadows then that just proves how much of an idiot you actually are! Open your eyes and wake the f*ck up, Damon! All of this threatening people and killing people just to find some cheap sl*t that couldn't care less about you is pathetic! It's destroying you! You've lived for over 150 years and all you've done in that time is pin over some wh*re that never loved you!"

I was about to lash out at her when she suddenly broke into a coughing fit. She immediately turned away from me and dashed towards the grass. She was hugging her stomach with one hand, while the other kept rubbing her head. Before I was able to run towards her, she instantly doubled over and began vomiting. I instantly dashed to her side and held her hair out of the way. She groaned and said in between coughs.

"Go ... *cough* ... *cough* ... *cough* away."

She then doubled over and threw up again. I heard her whimper slightly then whisper lowly.

"Not *cough* now. Please ... *cough* ... *cough*. "

I merely kept holding her hair and rubbing soothing circles on her back. I let her get it all out of her system and simply looked away not knowing what I would do if I actually saw the vomit. Suddenly the vomiting stopped and I felt her go limp in my arms. I carefully righted her up and questioned.

"Leslie?"

When I was able to carefully adjust her in my arms, I noticed that she had passed out. Shit! I had to get her to a hospital! Why hadn't I taken her sooner? I quickly lifted her up and placed her in the car. I dashed to the driver's seat and drove down the road like the devil himself was after us. I kept listening to the sound of her heartbeat, and I nearly had a stroke when I heard her heart stop.

I dashed through red lights and swerved like a maniac into the emergency room entrance. I stopped the car right by the front doors and instantly dashed towards Leslie. I pulled her out of the car and ran inside with her in my arms. The receptionist that had her eyes glued on her computer merely replied boredly.

"Fill out the white sheet of paper and take a seat."

I instantly growled and snarled.

"Look at me."

I was going to compell her to rush us inside, and then go stand in the middle of the highway until she got hit by a car. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard her simply sigh in annoyance then slowly turn towards me. As soon as she saw Lesle in my arms, her eyes grew wide and she instantly exclaimed.

"What happened to her!"

I merely gave her a death glare and snarled.

"Her f*cking heart stopped! That's what the f*ck happened to her!"

I watched as she instantly picked up the phone and rushed.

"Heart failure. I repeat female with heart failure. Bring a bed to reception immediately!"

I was fighting the urge to rip her head off as we waited for the bed to arrive. It was about ten seconds before the bed appeared with several nurses pushing it. One of the nurses instantly looked at me and said.

"Place her on the bed now! We must check her heart, and see if there's anything we can do!"

I instantly placed Leslie on the bed and followed the nurses through the double doors. They instantly rushed her into a huge room, and I watched as they pulled out some sort of machine. I noticed how one of the nurses hesitantly moved towards me and said.

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to wait outside. This is a very ... "

I simply stared directly into her eyes and said.

"I will stay here and watch. Now, go do your job."

She simply nodded and walked back towards Leslie. I watched as one of the nurses quickly cut through Leslie shirt with a pair of scissors, and placed a stethoscope over her heart. Her eyes grew wide in horror and she instantly said.

"We have no pulse or heartbeat! Call the doctor!"

Just on que the doctor rushed in and exclaimed.

"Start the defibrillator at once!"

He then instructed several nurses to place several circle-shaped devices over her chest. I recognized them as the things used to detect when her heart started beating again. I then observed as he placed some sort of gel on two plate-like objects and rubbed them together. I quickly noticed how the doctor had a determined look on his face then said

"Clear."

With that he placed the two disks over Leslie's chest, and I observed how her body arched off the bed due to the shock. My face displayed no emotion, but deep inside I could feel my heart ripping to shreds. The doctor proceeded to do the same thing over and over again with higher voltages, and my jaw clenched as I watched Leslie not respond. Finally, I heard the doctor say.

"Maximum voltage. This is it."

One of the nurses then turned to the rectangular machine and turned it up to the last voltage. She then nodded towards the doctor and the doctor nodded back. He then rubbed the two disks together and said determinely.

"Clear!"

I watched as Leslie's chest rose up from the bed one last time and then fell back down. The doctor checked her heart monitor, but no heartbeat appeared. I gritted my teeth together as I heard him say.

"We lost her."

I closed my eyes and instantly looked away from her lifeless body. I had failed her. She was dead. Leslie was dead and it was all my fault. She had died because she was trying to be a good friend to me. If I had simply kept my damn mouth shut and listened to her, she would still be alive. I couldn't stand being in the same room as her knowing I had killed her. She was gone. My best friend, my kitten, my Leslie was dead and it was all because of me. Stefan had been right. Everywhere I went, people died. Even the people I cared about ended up dead because of me.

I simply opened my eyes then turned towards her once again. That same feeling of my heart being ripped apart was there, but now it was worse. I noticed one of the nurses come towards me and say.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

I gave her a stiff nod and didn't reply. All of this was simply too much. It was too painful. First, Katherine. Now, Leslie. Why did everyone I cared about have to die? I quickly turned away from the nurse and was just about to make my way out. When I suddenly heard what I could only describe as the most beautiful sound in the world. I spun around and watched in disbelief as Leslie's heart monitor gave a small 'beep". Then another and another, until her heart adjusted itself to a small steady beat.

The doctor and nurses instantly began moving around checking up on Leslie. I watched as the doctor began checking her pulse, and hooked her up to an IV. The doctor then said that she would have to be constantly monitored, and that it was best to let her rest. He motioned for the nurses to file out, all except one elderly nurse that stayed behind to make sure all of Leslie cords were properly adjusted. She checked the ones attached to the circles on her chest and she checked her IV. I watched as she then placed some sort of cord with tubes that went right up her nose. She then surprised me by patting her head and saying.

"You are very strong, child. Keep fighting. Don't give up."

She then straightened herself up and turned around towards my direction. She stared at me in shock then said.

"Have you been in here this whole time?"

I simply shook my head "no", but I doubted she believed me. Either way she didn't question me further on the matter. She then looked over towards Leslie and said.

"She is very strong. You are very lucky to have her. Take good care of her, son."

With that, she walked out of the room and left me there. I slowly moved towards the bed and carefully caressed Leslie's cheek like I had done some many nights before. I grabbed one of the chairs by the window and pulled it closer towards Leslie's bed side. I sat down then took Leslie's hand in mine and all I could do now was wait.

Several hours passed, and Leslie was still unresponsive. The nurses constantly came and went, but I ignored them. All I could focus on was Leslie and the sound of her heart beating. I was well aware that I wasn't feeding, but I couldn't find myself able to move away from her side. She never moved, never twitched, nothing. It was as if she had fallen into a coma. Was she even conscious in her mind? Was she dreaming? Was she simply in the dark? Where was my kitten?

(Leslie's POV)

Where am I? Why is it so bright in here?

I carefully checked my surroundings and realized I was in "the room". I gritted my teeth together then looked around trying to see if I could find a door. I had to get the hell out of here, or I would lose my freaking mind.

I instantly stood from the floor and made my way towards where the light was brightest. As I cautiously made my way towards the light, I saw a figure coming towards me. I slightly covered my eyes then called out.

"Hey you! Where's the door? I need to get the hell out of here!"

I then heard a creepingly familiar voice reply.

"Now, that type of langauge isn't suitable for a lady."

My jaw dropped as I watched Issac step out of the light. Oh God, no. What was he doing here? He simply smiled at me then said.

"Hello, Leslie. How have you been?"

I simply looked away from him and said.

"Well, I'm back to where my own personal hell started. How do you think I feel?"

"Language, child."

I simply glared at him and replied.

"I am not a child."

He simply chuckled and replied.

"Compared to me you are but a mere baby, but I am not here to discuss that. I am here in an attempt to help you."

If Issac was here to help me out, I was defintely going to listen to him. He saw the future! What kind of an idiot wouldn't listen to him? Therefore, I gave him a small nod and replied.

"Alright, I'm listening."

He smiled slightly then stated seriously.

"Show more compassion, be more understanding, and open your heart, Leslie. Be more sympathetic, child. Be HUMAN. Contrary to what your father has taught you, showing emotions doesn't make you weak. I wish I could tell you more, but I cannot. I truly hope you take this to heart because it's time for you to go now."

I simply stared at him in confusion then asked.

"Wait! Go where?"

He merely smiled and said.

"Don't forget what I told you. Good luck, Leslie."

With that, he turned away from me and began walking away towards the light. I attempted to take off after him, but that's when I felt a strong force pulling me back. I struggled to free myself, but it was useless. I could feel myself being pulled faster and faster towards the back until a crashed into something.

That's when I instantly gasped and my eyes flashed open.

(Damon's POV)

I was brought out of my peaceful nap by the sound of someone gasping for air. I instantly sat up and realized that it was Leslie. She was attempting to breath, but she couldn't seem to get air in her lungs. I instantly flashed out the door and demanded for a nurse to go check on her. Several nurses instantly ran past me and into Leslie's room.

I ran back towards Leslie's room and watched as the nurses had taken off the the thing in her nose and had replaced it with a mask. One of the nurses was holding the mask to Leslie nose, while another was coaching her on how to breath properly. Leslie was gasping for breath for about fifteen seconds straight until she was able to breath right. I watched as Leslie began to breath normally by herself, and gently tried removing the mask from her face. The nurse then stared at her and asked.

"Can you breath, sweet-heart?"

Leslie stared directly at her then blinked her eyes once. The nurse seemed to take that as a yes then carefully removed the mask from her face. Leslie then took a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling in wonder. The nurses were instantly fretting all over her checking her heart rate and blood pressure. I noticed how when they would ask Leslie questions all she would do was blink once or blink twice. Once meant yes, and twice meant no. Had she lost her voice? The nurses simply wrote down all of her numbers then asked her if she needed anything. Leslie simply blinked twice and the nurses left saying the doctor would be in to see her shortly.

I cautiously moved towards her line of sight and watched as her eyes widened. She then gave me a small smile and looked back at the ceiling. I didn't know what to say to her. Therefore, I merely stayed by the window and didn't say anything. I watched her carefully as she took a deep breath then looked directly at me and blinked her eyes several times. I merely raised an eyebrow at her and asked.

"Do you need something?"

One blink.

"Are you hungry?"

Two blinks.

"Thirsty?"

One blink.

I merely sighed then moved to the other side of the bed and handed her a glass water with a straw. She made no movement to grab the glass and simply blinked at me several times. I frowned then asked.

"Can you move?"

Two blinks.

I sighed then bent the straw and moved it towards her lips. I noticed how she closed her eyes, and her face became that of pure concentration. I watched as she slowly parted her lips and took the straw in her mouth. Then she slowly drank her water and carefully released the straw from her lips. Once I knew she was done, I moved the glass away from her and watched as she gave me a small smile. Why couldn't she talk? Did she even know what had happened to her? Did she even know she had actually died?

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of the doctor stepping in. He was looking through Leslie's papers as he walked inside with a small frown on his face. He then looked over at her and said.

"How are you feeling?"

She simply stared at him and didn't respond. He frowned then asked seriously.

"Can you speak?"

Two blinks.

He frowned more deeply then moved towards her and began checking her heartbeat. He checked her pulse then checked several other things. Once he was done, he sighed then said.

"Your blood pressure is a bit high and your heartbeat is a bit slow. I'm afraid you must stay here under observation for a couple of more days."

He then wrote something down on her paper and asked.

"Can you move?"

Two blinks.

He wrote that down then turned to me and said.

"What is your relationship to her?"

I simply smirked and replied smugly.

"I'm her boyfriend."

I noticed how Leslie's eyes instantly narrowed and she shot me a death glare. The doctor simply narrowed his eyes and replied.

"I see. Can I speak with you outside?"

I simply nodded then looked over at Leslie and said with a charming smile.

"I'll be right back, kitten."

The look in her eyes told me clearly that she was going to kill me as soon as she got the chance. I walked outside with the doctor, and waited for him to speak. He stared directly at me and asked me seriously.

"Did you two have a confrontation before this happened?"

What was this d*ck trying to say? That I had hurt her? I instantly let my smile fall and replied.

"I didn't hurt her, if that's what you're trying to say, Doc."

He merely nodded then replied.

"Very well then. So, what caused her to have the attack?"

I merely glared at him and replied.

"When we first met she told me she had a very rare disease. She said it wasn't lethal, but apparently she lied."

The doctor gave a short nod then said.

"Indeed. She actually died for a second. Did she by any chance tell you what it was called?"

I simply shook my head, and the doctor frowned in disapproval. He then worte something down on Leslie's sheet and said.

"If we knew what it was, we would have a better idea on how to help her. When she is able to speak please call us in, so we can ask her about it."

He then looked down at her paper and stated seriously.

"We know nothing about her at the moment. Can you give me some information about her?"

I simply sighed and replied.

"Her name is Leslie Marie Gilbert. She is seventeen years old. She lives in Mystic Falls, Virginia. Her birthday is July 28. I'm not sure about the year though. It may be 1991 or 1992. (A/N: I am going by when this episode was aired. Which was in 2009? I think. Anyway, that's how I came up with Leslie's birth year.) Oh, and she has twin. Not sure if that's important, but whatever."

The doctor simply wrote down everything I told him then stated seriously.

"She is still considered a minor under federal law. I am obligated to call her parents and inform them of her situation. Do you have any way that I can contact them?"

I simply sighed and replied.

"I have her dad's number."

He nodded and said.

"That will be fine. Can you please give me the number?"

I pulled out my phone and gave him Zack's number. He wrote it down then left to go call him. I merely sighed then walked back inside Leslie's room. As soon as I walked inside, I noticed how Leslie simply had her eyes focused on the ceiling refusing to look at me. I merely sighed then took a seat in the chair next to her bed.

I was completely amazed when I saw her move her head towards me and sigh. She then lifted her hand slightly in the air and made the motion of writing on paper. I instantly got what she was trying to say and found a piece of paper and pen for her. I handed them over to her and watched how she slowly sat up and shakily began to write on the paper. Once she was done, she handed the paper to me and it read.

I died?

I stared directly at her and gave her a small nod. She simply sighed then asked for the paper back. I handed it over to her and watched as she wrote down something else. She then handed it back to me and it said.

Dont tell

I merely frowned then asked her seriously.

"Why?"

Leslie simply shook her head, and asked for the paper back. She then wrote down.

Pleaz dont tell

I wanted to ask her why she was so against me telling somebody when I heard the door open. I looked from the paper and instantly gritted my teeth. I watched as Leslie's father strolled inside then said.

"I want to speak with my daughter alone, Salvatore. Go wait outside."

I instantly glared at him then stood from the chair and said angrily.

"Now, you listen to me d*ck. I am not ..."

I watched as his eyes shifted to a dark black color, and he instantly took a step forward. I moved towards him as well, when I instantly heard a whimper come from Leslie. I turned to stare at her and watched as she furiously wrote something on another piece of paper. She then handed it over to me and it read.

Its ok. Pleaz wait.

After her dying because of me, I couldn't seem to deny her anything. Therefore, I gave her a small nod and made my way towards the door, but not before giving her d*ck of a father one last threatening glare. He merely rolled his eyes at me and made his way towards Leslie's bed. I stepped outside and leaned against the wall concentrating on their conversation.

(Leslie's POV)

I watched as my dad made his way towards me and slowly pulled out a syringe with black liquid in it. I stared at him in curiousity and watched as he injected the liquid into my IV. He then sat down in Damon's usual seat and said.

"I know what happened. That will lessen the pain and it will make you able to speak again."

I simply nodded and waited patiently for the effects to take place. It took approximately twenty seconds for me to begin to relax and notice that I was now able to speak. I took a deep breath then whispered.

"Why are you here?"

He simply stood from the chair and moved stare out the window. He folded his arms across his chest and replied.

"I'm your father. I'm supposed to be here. Besides, there's something that you need to know."

I merely nodded and asked.

"It has something to do with me dying, right?"

He gave me a stiff nod and replied calmly.

"Do you remember that day you attacked Damon and he saw your eyes change?"

I slowly nodded and replied.

"Yeah, what about it?"

He simply closed his eyes and asked through gritted teeth.

"What was your explanation to that?"

I stared up at the ceiling and replied with a sigh.

"I told him that I was sick with a rare disease. I knew I couldn't tell him the truth because you would kill him."

He slowly opened his eyes and replied almost sorrowly.

"You didn't exactly lie to him, Leslie."

I stared at him in confusion then asked.

"What do you mean?"

He clenched his hands into tight fists then replied almost desperately.

"I don't know how to tell you this, Leslie."

What was wrong with him? My dad was never one to show his emotions so openly. I simply stared directly at him and asked firmly.

"What is it dad? Just tell me. You know I can take anything."

He then slowly turned to look directly at me and said with a voice full of pain.

"You are dying, Leslie. I've already talked to your doctor and he said you only have until your eighteenth birthday. I ... I am so ... I am trying to find a cure for you, but I haven't been able to come up with anything yet."

I simply took a deep breath and closed my eyes to process what he had just told me. I was dying, and it wasn't the fake cover up to my powers dying. It was the I was literaly going to die type of dying. I slowly opened my eyes and watched as my dad simply kept his face hidden away from me. I sighed then whispered.

"What is it? What do I have?"

He took a deep breath and replied.

"It's your heart. Your heart isn't strong enough. Eventually it will give out and you will not be able to come back from it. When I got the phone call today. I actually thought I had lost you."

I simply nodded then said.

"Who else knows besides you and the Doc?"

He shook his head and replied.

"No one else knows."

I sighed then stated seriously.

"Keep it that way. Don't tell anyone."

He then slowly turned towards me and said.

"If that's what you want then that's fine. I will respect your wishes."

Suddenly an idea struck me and I laughed. He stared at me strangely then asked.

"What's so funny?"

I simply smiled and replied.

"I guess this is the universe giving me a huge middle finger for lying about being sick."

He simply frowned and said seriously.

"It's not funny, Leslie."

I merely shrugged and replied nonchantly.

"I thought it was funny. Besides, there's no point in being all sad and depressed. I knew I was going to die sooner or later. I just always thought I would go down fighting, but whateves. We can't always get what we want."

He simply narrowed his eyes at me then replied sincerely.

"I will save you, Leslie. I will find a cure for you, even if I have to go to the depths of hell and get it. I won't allow you to die so young. You haven't even lived yet. You're barely even starting."

I simply nodded and replied.

"Thanks, but I won't hold you to that. I appreciate it, though."

He simply nodded then replied.

"The elder Salvatore is getting restless. It seems you have him tightly wrapped around your little fingers."

I simply rolled my eyes and replied.

"That's not true. Damon does what he wants, whenever he wants, and doesn't care about what people say."

My dad simply smirked and stated casually.

"We'll see about that soon enough. Now, I have to go and tell our scientists to hurry the hell up with your cure. Maybe a couple of broken bones will be enough encouragement."

I merely rolled my eyes and replied.

"Do you have to always be such a jerk to people?"

He moved towards the door then replied with a smile.

"Of course, I do. How else will things get done?"

With that, he stepped out and I watched as Damon casually strolled back inside. It sort of surprised me how he refused to turn towards my direction. He kept staring blankly at the wall not saying anything. I simply sighed then whispered.

"Damon."

At the sound of my voice, he instantly turned towards me and asked bluntly.

"So, you're really dying?"

I gave him a small nod and looked down towards my lap. I felt Damon move away from the door then take a seat back in his chair. He then hesitantly took one of my hands in his own and caressed the top gently with his thumb. I simply smiled and allowed him to keep holding my hand.

We stayed like for a couple of seconds then I lifted my head to look at him, and was amazed to see a single tear trail down the side of his face. I carefully moved my other hand from my lap and wiped his tear away as gently as I could. He stared at me in surprise almost as if he couldn't believe he was actually crying. I gave him a small smile then clenched his hand tightly in mine and said.

"Don't cry, Damon. Gangstaz, don't cry."

He gave me a forced smile and replied.

"So, I'm a gangster now?"

I simply held his hand more tightly in mine and replied with a small smile.

"Yeah, you're a gangsta. You're the badass of the badasses. Keep your head up, homeboy. It'll be okay."

He then surprised me by moving to sit right next to me and engulfing me in a huge hug. I simply smiled and hugged him back. I then stared out the window and whispered.

"It will all be okay."

R.I.P

JENNI RIVERA

LA DIVA DE LA BANDA

1969-2012