Wow, it's been so long since I've updated. I'm soo sorry it took so long. I've been very busy with University and I seem to have a problem with starting stories and not finishing them. ;) Thanks for all the reviews and alerts. And a special thanks to lydiamkee15, your message inpired me to go back to writing this story again. I don't know when I will update next. Probably at the end of April, because exam period starts next Wednesday, so I need to study. So without further ado, here is the next chapter to my story. Enjoy!

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Sage had just bludgeoned one of the demons to a pulp. The demon turned to dust and the wind carried his ashes away. John and Tarsal were battling with three demons and Stefan was fighting the head demon. It was very hard for Stefan to fight someone that you couldn't look in the eyes. Stefan delivered a blow to its jaw; unfortunately that's when he made eye contact. He froze. His thoughts were going a mile a minute. His mind was telling him to keep fighting, but another soothing voice kept telling him to stop fighting. The voice sounded so angelic; it was Elena's voice. How could Stefan not listen to her beautiful voice? The voice told him to get into the truck that was down the road. Stefan did as he was told.

The demon smiled evilly in satisfaction. The vampire would give him the advantage in this war. Two of his other companions had just turned into dust. The third one had fled from the battle. The vampires looked satisfied; victorious. The demon got into the truck and drove off into the night with the vampire.

John laughed at the demon that ran off like a coward. He took the bow and arrow that was hanging on his shoulders and shot the demon in the back of the head. Like his compatriots he turned into dust. His disgusting ashes floated in the wind. Tarsal walked up to him and slapped him on the back.

"Nice one brother." He said, smiling. Sage joined them, but he didn't look as victorious as the other two.

"Where is Stefan?" He asked concerned. The other two vampires looked at each other in confusion.

"Shit." John said realizing that Stefan was nowhere to be found. All three tried sending a telepathic message to Stefan, but it was as though Stefan didn't exist at all. There was nothing coming back to them, not even his presence. Either he was dead, in another dimension or his mind wasn't his own. They all knew it was most likely the latter since these kinds of demons had the ability of persuasion. They turned into birds and flew off in different directions, in search of Stefan.

Miranda was sound asleep when Elena arrived at the boarding house. The first thing she saw was white and red ambulance lights. She parked the car and rushed out of it with Miranda in her arms. Miranda sleepily protested against being picked up, but Elena ignored her. Meredith rushed over to them. She was covered in blood, Elena couldn't help but gasp.

"Where is he?" Elena exclaimed.

"Ele-"

"Please Meredith, where is he?" Elena asked her voice thick with all the emotions she was feeling.

"Over there." Meredith pointed towards the ambulance, and Elena saw that even her hands were coated in blood.

Elena ran and almost fell in her rush to get to Damon. She halted in her tracks when she heard a paramedic say:

"Time of death 11:02 pm." Tears rushed down her face and she fell down on her knees. A loud scream tore through her throat. It was the worst sound she'd ever heard and it was coming from her. Miranda was now awake and was crying with her mother. She didn't know the reason as to why they were crying, but the distress that her mother was in scared her. Elena shakily got up and walked to the gurney. Damon was deathly pale and his lips were blue. There was a whole in his chest where she had stabbed him. Elena sobbed even harder. She had killed him!

"Do something!" She yelled at the paramedics. One of the men looked at her in pity.

"He's lost too much blood. I'm sorry sweetheart, he's dead." Miranda had finally seen who was on the gurney. Her beautiful eyes grew large at the sight before her.

"Daddy!" She cried out and leapt out of Elena's arms. She grabbed Damon's hand that was hanging limply on the side of the gurney.

"Wake up, daddy." She cried, squeezing his hand in her little one. Elena couldn't believe it when she heard a gasp and coughing. It was Damon! He was alive! She got a head rush from the joy she was feeling.

"Oh, thank God." She said in a shaky voice. The paramedics looked baffled. Damon tried to sit up, but winced in pain.

"Ow." He said pathetically. Miranda smiled up at him.

"You wake up, daddy." She said simply, beaming up at him.

"See mommy?" She said, pointing at her father. The paramedics seemed to snap out of their stupor.

"We need to get him to the hospital. Let's wheel him in." The big one said. They brought his gurney inside the ambulance.

"Can we come?" Elena asked weakly. The two paramedics looked at each other and then nodded. Elena walked into the ambulance with Miranda.

"I'm so sorry, Elena. It was a malach, it wasn't m-"

"Shh, I know Damon. I should be the one apologizing. I" gulp, "stabbed you. You were dead and I thought you would never come back. I'm so sorry." Elena burst into tears again.

"You did what you had to do." Damon told her. The paramedic that was hooking an IV into Damon's arm looked at them as though they were crazy. Elena mused that after everything they'd been through, they probably were.

"It's otay, mommy. Don't cry." Miranda said, playing with her mother's blonde hair. Elena smiled at her shakily.

"It's going to be alright now." Damon reassured her.

"I lov-ow!" He exclaimed as the paramedic applied pressure to his wound. The paramedic gave him an apologetic look as Damon glared at him. Elena smiled weakly at him. She felt so guilty for almost killing him…permanently. The ride to the hospital was uneventful. Damon and Miranda were both asleep when they arrived. They had to operate on Damon because Elena had very nearly stabbed him in the heart. They needed to fix the tissue and muscles that she had tore and stitch him back up. She tried fighting sleep as she waited for any news about his recovery but in the end she ended up succumbing to sleep.

When the ambulance left, Meredith walked into the house, feeling weaker then she had ever felt in her life. She felt disgusting being covered in blood. Bonnie had woken up and was drinking one of Mrs Flowers' concoctions. Matt was still soundly asleep. Bonnie gasped at the sight of her.

"What happened?" She exclaimed.

"Long story." Meredith said, too tired to explain. Bonnie looked like she was going to press for more information.

"I'll tell you after I shower." Meredith said, having a sudden need to be clean. When she got in the shower she scrubbed herself until her skin was raw. She never wanted to have someone else's blood cover her again. It was an awful feeling. She headed straight for Elena's room. She noticed that the floors were now devoid of blood. Mrs Flowers must have cleaned it. She collapsed on the bed completely forgetting her promise to Bonnie to explain to her what had happened.

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