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Chapter 19- Damon
"He's flatlining." Someone said. "Time of death 11:02 pm."
No, look at me! I'm not dead! Just check for my pulse! It's there! Stupid, useless humans, you have no intelligence at all!
The scene changed and turned into a place that looked like a court room. Damon was dressed all in black. The man before him was dressed all in white and his long beard was also white; he seemed to glow.
"Who are you?" Damon asked.
"I am Judge Othniel." He replied simply. Damon looked at him as though he was crazy.
"Right. And why do I need a judge?" He asked impatiently.
"To decide whether you go to Heaven or Hell." He said looking straight forward as they crossed a bridge covered in clouds.
"I'm dead?" Damon asked outraged.
"How? I don't remember..."
Othniel stopped walking and turned to his left. He made a motion with his hand and an image appeared. It was one of Damon and Elena fighting in a hallway. She stabbed him and ran off.
"I..." Damon was speechless.
"I would never say anything like that. It wasn't me. It must've been a malach. You have to believe me that I love my daughter and would do anything for her." The judge nodded in understanding.
"We know what happened and the circumstances leading to your death." He said.
"Then do something about it! I can't leave Elena thinking that's what I thought." He said.
Othniel kept walking. Damon was outraged. He yelled at him to listen to him. Othniel ignored him and kept walking. Hours later they were still walking. Being dead made it so that it wasn't tiring to do anything, just boring. Damon huffed and puffed.
"Where are we going?" He asked.
Othniel kept walking, he didn't say anything. Damon had calmed down and was now just realising what being dead meant. He would never see his friends, brother, his daughter or Elena ever again. He sat down on the walkway and stared into oblivion. He had nothing.
"What's going to happen to me?" He asked, sad eyes looking up at Othniel.
A room appeared before them, it was the court room they were at earlier. A man with black hair stood next to a woman with white hair and a child stood next to the woman.
"You have learnt your lesson?" The child asked.
Damon stared up at the child. He couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"I am the representation of all young souls alive on Earth." The child said. It explained the gender confusion.
"Have you learnt your lesson?" The child asked again.
"What lesson was I supposed to learn?" Damon asked defeated.
"If you must ask then you have not." The old woman said.
"You are not part of the supernatural community anymore. Your careless ways will not be tolerated here. You have three options." The man said, his voice boomed throughout the court room.
"One," the child said, "You may stay in Heaven as a gate keeper. Your duty will be to ward off all unwanted or undeserving souls, for eternity."
"Two," the man said, "You will go to Hell and do as you please." A dangerous glint in his eyes.
"Three," the woman said, "You will be given the opportunity to go back to Earth and right your wrongs. You will continue living as a mere mortal. Do all the good possible. But, if you do not right your wrongs and you go back to your criminal ways, you will cease to exist. No Earth, Heaven or Hell. If you succeed you may to whichever Heaven dimension you please. This isn't any easy decision and you must weigh all the options equally." The trio disappeared.
Othniel stood watching Damon.
"Earth." Damon said easily.
Othniel nodded.
Damon opened his eyes. He was on the side of a road. A car was approaching him. He waved his arms up in the air. The car stopped on the shoulder.
"Damon?" It was Elena. Damon rushed over to her.
"Elena, I'm so sorry. That wasn't me." He said.
"I know. I figured it out in the hotel. That's why I came back." Elena hugged Damon.
"I'm so sorry, that I stabbed you." She shook her head, tears falling down her cheeks.
"I thought I killed you." She said.
"You did." Damon said softly. Elena looked up at him in alert.
"I'll explain later." Damon said.
"We need to get back to the boarding house, the others need our help."
Damon walked to the passenger side and sat in the car. He looked at the back seat. Miranda was fast asleep. He smiled at her lovingly. Elena looked at him.
"Do you know what caused you to act that way?" Elena asked as she pulled back onto the road. Damon shook his head.
"Maybe a malach? But the last time that happened I remembered everything I did. I think this is something different."
The boarding house was eerily quiet. They rushed inside leaving Miranda in the car for the moment. Elena ran around the house. Damon stayed and watched the entrance and the car.
"Matt and Bonnie are passed out on the couch. They won't wake up no matter what I do."
"Magic." Damon said simply. Elena nodded in agreement.
Something grabbed Elena from behind. She screamed out in surprise. Gray hands were wrapped around her torso. Whatever it was, Damon suspected it was a demon, was dragging her from behind. Damon grabbed the first thing he saw; a fireplace poker. He ran after the demon. They were outside now running into the bushes. The demon turned its back on him and grabbed Elena in a bridal style position. Damon threw the poker. With a thwack it went through the demon's head. The body plummeted downwards with Elena still in its arms. Damon ran towards her. He grabbed her from under the body. She wrapped her shaking arms around his shoulders. A bone chilling laughter interrupted the silence. They both turned around. Miranda was in another demon's arms. He took out a dagger. "No!" Both Damon and Elena yelled out. Damon ran towards Miranda. He felt a sharp pain go through his chest and then darkness.
Othniel stood over Damon.
"Did you learn your lesson?" The old man asked helping Damon up.
"Was that real?" He asked. Othniel shook his head.
"It was a test. You failed." He said, a ghost of a smile on his face.
"Don't go running head long into something when you don't think of the consequences." The answer came out of Damon's mouth before he really thought about them. Othniel smiled.
"Good. You learned your lesson. Now, think this time. What option do you choose?" Damon contemplated the good and bad of every situation. One option had more good than bad consequences.
"Earth." He said decisively. "I choose my family."
A white light blinded him. He felt a pressure in his chest. He took a deep breath and the pressure was gone.
"We have a pulse!" Someone yelled out in surprise.
"Oh, thank God." A familiar voice. Damon tilted his head to the side. He sighed in relief. Elena.
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