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Chapter 5

I had Stumbled my way to the kitchen and was searching for a knife. I had heard a noise in the parlor where Damon was, but I figured it was just him. He could be mad and broken something. But I have no idea.

As I was searching I tripped and a drawer full of knifes I just opened went all crashing to the ground. I bent down, grabbed a chef's knife and stumbled my way back to where Damon was. All the while I was hoping he was still where I saw and left him last.

As I reached the parlor where Damon should be, I noticed that I couldn't see him. I was about to start panicking. When I got closer I was still looking, hoping maybe he was laying on the couch or something. But what I didn't expect was to see him on the ground.

I ran as fast and as hard as I could but my still aching back was making it a little hard. But I pushed myself. As I saw him, I fell to the floor in full panic attack. Damon was staked. Twice for that matter.

"Damon? Can you hear me?" my voice was wavering. He's staked Elena! He's probably dead dead now. There's nothing you can do. I was crying now. There is nothing I can do now. Or? I had got a smart idea. Well two really.

I reached down and grabbed the stake that was sticking out of his stomach. With my broken hand I shakily reached and touched Damon's face. At that moment I saw him twitch. I knew somewhere inside that he wasn't dead dead. Even if he did hate me at the moment, he would never leave me without a fight.

With his eyes still closed he said "Elena?" his voice was horse and scratchy.

"Damon. Yes, its me. Is.. is there anything I can do?" i stuttered quietly. Still wondering if his attacker was still here or not.

"P… pull it out." And with a firm grasped I pulled the stake out. But Damon didn't even move or anything when it was out.

"The…. Other….. one. Take it ….. out. Hurry…. Cover-ed…in verv."

"Oh my god. Damon I'm so sorry. It's covered in vervaine. Hold on, ill try to get it." i said it so fast that I wondered if he understood what I said.

My hand grasped the last stake and pulled. I threw it to the ground and shoved my wrist to his mouth.

"Damon, drink. You need it. Please." He was moving his head to avoid my wrist.

"Damon, come on. Damn it don't be stubborn. Just bite my wrist."

"N...o." he stated.

"Just do it, damn it." I yelled. But he still refused.

I looked down to were i had set the knife. I grabbed it and slit my wrist.

"Damon, come on... just.. drink." I said as i shoved my now bleeding wrist in his mouth. He still refused by slightly shaking his head back and forth. I wrapped my arm around his head so he couldn't move and had to drink my blood.

After a minute or so his eyes opened and his hands went to my arm. His grasp was firm but he just held on to my wrist so he could still drink.

At that moment i noticed his eyes turned red and the blueish black veins came. His grasp got tighter and I tried to move but his other arm was wrapped around me so I wouldn't move. I tried to push him away to stop him. I even tried begging him, but nothing worked.

He sat up then and the next thing I knew was that I felt his fangs go into my neck. I screamed, and pushed and shoved, but nothing was working. I soon felt to weak to do anything. I can't fight anymore, I told myself. Just let the monster finish me off. And as far as I knew he did because everything went black.

AN: Sorry its kinda short again.

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