A/N- I'm going to make this short, last chapter had a REALLY long authors note. This chapter might be confusing, and if it is, let me know because I can change and clarify the chapter. I just wanted to say thanks to ShiningStar324 for reviewing for like the third time! And also PR. Salvatore for telling me that you also like hurt fics, because I'M FINALLY NOT THE ONLY ONE! Thank you guys so much for continuing to read this, I really appreciate it!
Disclaimer- I still don't own TVD, but I think I might be psychic because I predicted that the first episode of season 8's title would be "Hello Brother" AND I WAS RIGHT HAHA. I'm a mini Bonnie right now. And the second episode is called "Today Will Be Different" I can't wait!
Chapter 6- Drowning in Fear
"AAAHHHHH!" Damon screams out in pain. His voice is raspy. The vervain is still burning him. It stings his eyes. He's losing his senses on his hands and feet, and his swelling eyes are not making it any easier on him.
"Please, stop… Please… I'll do anything..." Damon pleads, desperate.
His breathing is weak and his throat is burning up into flames. Damon has never experienced this feeling ever before, that's because Stefan was always there to save him. He knows that when Stefan comes to save him, the damage would be already done. For the first time ever, Stefan would be too late. He closes his eyes for what seems like the longest time ever, and then they open again, with a new set of sweat rolling down his bruised and battered face. I can't do this anymore. I want to die. And right on time, he takes his last breath before his heavy eyelids decide to cover his faint eyes. His pulse is slowing down, almost to a halt.
He wakes up from a sudden movement of him getting dragged out by two other people- vampires, Damon presumes. After what seems like a century, they finally bring him to a much bigger room. The floor is beautiful- a glass mural on the ground- a mural of a garden. Flowers are everywhere, covering the whole floor. The ceiling's raised high with some windows on the ceiling. Well, so much for a little shack. The light coming from a large window on the ceiling is blinding him. Why am I not burning up in flames right now? Please don't tell me that the windows are "double-paned and tempered". How do I even know that? Oh right, Rose. Rose did not deserve to die from that bite. It should've been me, I cheat death way too much, and now it's all coming back at me. If only the UV rays can penetrate through the window and kill me. I accept my fate, anyways, Vaughn has been holding it off for far too long. It's time.
They chain him up to a concrete wall. A little cart- a couple feet away- holds knives and other torturing devices. He looks around the room and sees that it is in a circle shape. Shouldn't this be pretty obvious that a huge mansion is in the middle of the woods? He can't take it much longer. Any more torturing and he would be done for. His sweat is covering all of his body. Vaughn walks over and takes a knife off of the stainless steel cart.
"Welcome back, Damon. I'll start easy on you, seeing that you are so weak." Vaughn proudly announces. He tightens his grip on the knife.
"Where am I?" Damon grunts out through gritted teeth.
"First, I need to bleed you dry." Vaughn ignoring Damon's question, and he stabs the knife right under his heart. Damon can feel the shock impact string into his heart. He shrieks out in pain and agony. The blood pouring from the stab is like the Niagara Falls. It isn't going to heal anytime soon. Damon's face is ghost white. Vaughn grins; looking like a true psychopath. He keeps on stabbing him with the knife. Vaughn is like the artist while Damon's the canvas. After a while, he switches to something a little more painful- a gun loaded with wooden bullets.
"Don't worry, it's not laced with werewolf venom." He pauses to chuckle out a laugh. Damon rolls his eyes. Vaughn grabs the gun, and shoots; the bullet ends up right in his stomach.
Bang.
"Agh!" Damon yells. His shirt is getting bright red.
Bang.
Another one comes out of the barrel, right onto his left leg.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bullet after bullet, they just keep coming. Damon screams after every bullet are fired. It makes a huge booming noise, and he's hoping it can attract any lingering people nearby. He can't take out any bullets because he is chained up, therefore having none of them heal. He has to endure the pain, hold it in. Blood is pouring out of many different places, making Damon a human waterfall.
Vaughn switches to a sharper and longer knife. He proceeds to slice up his stomach, arms, legs, everything. He can't take it anymore. He coughs up more blood, and he can feel himself dying inside. His body is failing to heal itself up because he hasn't been drinking any blood ever since he got injected with Klaus's blood to heal his werewolf. He is suffering. He could feel himself slowly desiccating. Where's Stefan? Did he give up on me? I was a lost cause. I AM a lost cause. I need to escape on my own. Where even am I? Am I still in Mystic Falls? I've been losing my energy since Day 1 here. Damon fights against the chains, even though his body hurts like as if a truck hit him and then right after got run over by 100,000 cars.
"LET ME GO!" Damon screams out, using up all of the energy he has left. He tries to break from the iron restraints, but he can't. "I need to go home, please. I miss Stefan and Elena. I miss Alaric, Bonnie, Caroline..." Damon's voice is fading away, fading into his soft crying. "Matt… Tyler..." His voice is barely audible, and his sobs are rising in volume.
"You still have quite the energy in you, don't you?" Damon tries to ignore what Vaughn just said, but he can't. He's scared and vulnerable. His heart is pounding like it's going to jump out. His fingers are trembling, and his eyes are red from crying. His face is covered in sweat, and he can't move at all. His eyes are filling with tears again. He is scared for his life. Vaughn takes a stake that is dripping in vervain and stabs him.
"I need to go home..." Damon whispers out using his last breath.
Blood is everywhere. It's on the floor, the wall, everywhere. It's pouring down the room, flooding it. The mural on the floor is going to get destroyed. The circular room expands. The walls will be stained with red. Damon just hangs on the wall, lifeless, drowning in his blood, drowning in his own mind. Fantasy and real life merges together and becomes one.
All of a sudden, he's back in the Salvatore Boarding House. The wall is crying, crying out blood- Damon's blood. The blood starts dripping down, forming words.
WE'RE COMING
SAVE YOURSELF
HELP
SELFISH
HATRED
UNLOVABLE
Damon looks at the wall through his tears. The blood all of a sudden covers the whole wall, pouring down. It falls onto the floor, his toes barely touching it. He squirms in his restraints, and they break. He collapses onto the floor in a heap, and the blood is already up to his shoulders. He stands in there, dazed at what is going on around him. The blood feels thick and heavy, weighing Damon down, telling him to end it himself.
It's up to his neck now, staining his neck with a dark red wine color.
All of a sudden, the blood disappears. He's not in the Boarding House anymore, he's left all alone in a white and windowless room. There's a word spelled out on the pure white-tiled floor, "HE".
The room changes back into the Salvatore Boarding House, the blood pool reaching his chin.
Damon starts to panic, swimming around the blood until he gets transported back to the bright white room. Everything is the same, except his clothes, are dripping in blood. The perfect room is now stained with his blood. Where the word HE used to be is now replaced with "NEEDS". Damon stares at the word in confusion. He needs? Who needs? I need? Where am I?
He's back in the bloodbath, and the blood is filling into his mouth. He blinks, and then finds himself back in the white room, which is now slowly starting to fill with blood. The floor now spells out "HELP". He needs help. Do I need help? I need help.
He comes to the realization that he needs help. What do I need help with? He blinks, and he's back into the Boarding House, the blood rapidly pouring down, right up to his nose, and it keeps coming. A distinctive voice is pounding in his head. It's Elena's.
"You can't be saved."
I need help. I need help. I can be saved. I can be saved. But what if I can't be saved. I don't need help. I can't put more burdens on Stefan and everyone. I don't need help. I can't be saved; it would be wasting their time if they try to save me. I can't be saved. I don't need help.
The blood is now reaching below his eyes, and he lets out a sigh.
He submerges himself, forcing himself not to go back up to the surface for air. His slick black hair is sticky and reeks of iron. He closes his eyes and lets himself fade into the white coming towards him.
I don't need help.
Okay, I'm done. And updating every day is getting kind of hard because for me, school is starting soon, and so I won't have time to upload every day. I just hope that once school starts I won't be too busy with homework, even though I probably will be. Maybe I should upload every week? That would stink for you guys who are reading, though... I'm not sure; I'll figure it out when the time comes. Anyways, thanks for reading, and please review! I love you guys!
-Angela
