I'm breaking my rules. I don't have chapter 5 written yet, but I'm about half way through, and I didn't want to punish you guys. I have a lot of homework this week, so don't expect daily updates. Thanks so much for the response for the last chapter! The tally was as followed: Coke: 4 Pepsi: 4. And there was a write-in candidate for Dr. Pepper/Sprite, haha. Again, thanks so much for the reviews-especially to the anonymous ones who I can't reply to. So, here's chapter 4, I really hope I don't disappoint. Please PLEASE let me know what you think of this chapter.
Chapter 4
His muscles ached as soon as he became conscious. There was an incessant thumping in his head that felt like it was going to split him half. He was weak.
"And sweaty," he murmured to himself, his lip curling up in disgust as he felt the dampness of his body.
Damon willed his blue eyes to open for the first time in hours, and looked around, a ripple of emotion coursing through his body as he noticed nobody was in the room with him. He managed to sit up and reason with himself.
Elena had said she wouldn't leave him, so she hadn't. She was eating, or sleeping, or doing something in the house, he could feel it.
Damon gingerly got out of the bed, heading to where he and his brother kept the blood bags, needing to eat before he attacked the first human he saw. This made the vampire chuckle as the thought of attacking Elena, knowing with how weak he was she'd easily be able to fight him off, if Stefan didn't get to him first.
When he opened the ice chest where the blood was stored, he was dismayed to only find one bag left. Damon was shocked; his brother hadn't had human blood since the Wickery Bridge incident, what had caused him to break?
The elder Salvatore indulged in the blood, his eyes closing in euphoria as he nourished the itching hunger that had consumed his body. Once completely drained, he tossed the empty bag over his shoulder, his hunger not satiated.
Damon marched out of the room, looking for his brother, who he hoped was out getting more blood and not in bed with Elena.
He caught his brother leaning against a doorframe, staring into one of the spare rooms of the Salvatore house.
"Hello, brother," Damon called, trying not to show gratitude towards Stefan, though he knew he probably owed the other vampire his life.
Stefan turned around and his expression caught Damon off-guard. It looked like he had been holding back tears, and his jaw was clenched, arms crossed. He crossed to Damon, not looking his brother in the eye.
"Damon. There's something you should know."
Damon could feel the blood in his veins turning into ice, could feel his stomach drop, taking his heart with it, leaving him with nothing inside.
"What's wrong with her? Is she okay?" he asked urgently.
"Damon, I couldn't stop her-"
"Let me see her," he shoved his brother aside and walked to the room Stefan had been looking into. He saw Elena lying on one side of the bed, lifeless, and Abby Bennett on next to her, identical. Caroline was sitting next to Elena, holding one of her hands, and Bonnie was in the corner of the room, clutching the Grimoire to her chest, watching the bed with tears in her eyes.
"What the fuck did you do, Bennet?" Damon demanded, using his vampire speed to trap her in the corner before she knew what was happening. Her eyes were wide in shock.
"Damon! You're alive!"
"What. Did. You. Do?" Damon reiterated, his voice deadly. Caroline grabbed him and pinned him to the wall.
"If Damon's alive, that means the spell worked!" Bonnie told Stefan, who was walking over the threshold. A wave of relief coursed through her body, as well as Stefan and Caroline's. "Now we just wait."
"If someone doesn't tell me what's wrong with Elena right now-"
"She's transitioning, Damon," Stefan informed him from his spot by the door, looking at the ground.
The older Salvatore became silent, looking from his brother, to Elena, to Bonnie, and back to his brother before throwing him against the wall.
"Why did you let her do that? Did you think of what would happen? What about Klaus? What about her life, Stefan?"
Stefan threw his brother back before responding.
"I couldn't stop her, Damon. We had limited time, and we weren't going to let you die!"
"Oh yeah, because this is so much better," Damon said bitterly, gesturing to Elena.
"It was her choice, Damon," Caroline spoke up, placing a hand softly on his arm. He flinched before pulling away, walking out of the room.
Stefan, Caroline, and Bonnie looked at each other, sadness on each of their faces.
"I'll go talk to him," Stefan announced, starting for the door.
"Yeah, 'cause that worked so well the first time?" Caroline snorted. "I'll do it," she said softly, following Damon.
"Damon?"
She found him tossing back a glass of Bourbon, his eyes red.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
He glared at her.
"Yes, Caroline. Let's talk about it. Let's talk about how Elena gave up her humanity to turn into a monster. Let's talk about how she'll never have kids. Let's talk about how she'll be running from Klaus for the rest of one of their lives. Let's talk about how it's all my fault. Oh, and let's talk about how the girl I love will be walking around for eternity with my brother's blood coursing in her veins, since I'm assuming Prince Charming Stefan is the one that turned her. Let's talk about it, Caroline," Damon finished, taking another huge gulp of Bourbon.
Caroline stared at the raven-haired vampire, trying to figure out how she could make this situation seem better than it was. She chose her words carefully.
"Damon, she did it to save you. She didn't want to see you die. She cares about you."
Damon scoffed.
"She knew what she was doing. She can make her own decisions, Damon, she's a big girl."
"Yes, but why did it have to be because of me?" Damon shouted, throwing his empty glass at a wall. His head snapped back to Caroline, his eyes wild with anger and sorrow. "She's going to resent me for the rest of her life! Every time she looks at me, she's going to see the person who ruined her life."
"She may at first," Caroline admitted. "I don't think she will, but it's something that could happen, Damon."
"I thought to you were coming to console me," he said bitterly.
"My point is, it may happen, but it won't last. Do you know why Damon? Because she loves you. She may not want to admit it, but she does. That's why she asked for my blood and not Stefan's. Because it wouldn't be fair. To you," Caroline finished.
Damon sat, speechless. He hated himself for being what ultimately caused Elena to turn into a vampire, but what Caroline said helped to blur the pain, if only a little, and if only temporarily.
"Now are you going to keep pouting, or are you going to come with me to be there when Elena wakes up? It's going to be hard for her, but I know she'll be glad to see you're okay," the blonde girl said as she headed for the door. As she passed him, she crinkled her nose. "You might want to shower first, though. We don't need the first thing Elena smells to be your sweat."
Damon let out a short laugh. "And let Stefan to be the first one she sees when she wakes up? Like hell, I will."
Caroline walked into Elena's room, shortly followed by Damon, who made a beeline over to the chair next to Elena, where Bonnie was sitting. The witch looked up to see Damon nodding his head, signaling her to move. As she stood up to do so, he caught her arm, causing her to meet his eyes.
"Thanks," Damon said genuinely. It wasn't much, but then again, Bonnie wasn't really expecting much. She managed a smile and nodded, taking a seat next to her mother.
Caroline and Stefan leaned against the wall by the door, staring at the bed, waiting for signs of movement. Stefan turned to Bonnie.
"Maybe we should move Abby to the living room before Elena wakes up," he suggested. At the witch's approval, he moved to pick Abby up. The two exited the room, searching for a comfortable spot for the older witch.
After about five minutes of Caroline and Damon staring at Elena in silence, there was a hint of movement. At the sign of her fingers twitching, Caroline crawled onto the bed, grasping her left hand. Damon did the same with her right hand, drawing small circles with his thumbs. The motion felt familiar, but he couldn't place it.
The brunette's chest started to rise and fall, more and more obvious than before. Caroline looked at Damon excitedly as Elena started to move her neck.
Brown eyes slowly opened, blinking a few times to gain focus before looking around the room. They darted to the right as the feeling of circles on the back of her right hand registered in her mind. A weak, tired, smile formed on her lips as she saw the man beside her.
"Damon."
There you go! I hope it was satisfactory. This isn't the end of how Damon handles it, I think it will extend either into chapter 5, or chapter 6. Please review, it helps motivate me, and I really like hearing what y'all think.
This chapter's question: Chocolate candy or sour candy?
