Chapter 3 - Never let you go

Songs : Breathe me - Sia

Skinny love - Birdy

"Are you out of your mind?" Bonnie screeched at Elena over the table at the Grill.

"Bonnie, I'm telling you and Caroline because we are best friends. Please don't." She tiredly said.

"Did he compel you? He did. He must have." Bonnie frowned furiously. "He kills, Elena. He's something to be scared of, not to be … loved." She spitted the word out as if it was something distasteful.

"Are you sure he didn't compel you? Do you have black out or wake up at some place and you don't remember how you get there? That's what happened to me when he did it to me." Caroline chimed in, nodding as demonstration.

"No. Caroline. He didn't." Elena sighed in frustration, starting to regret telling the girls about her dilemma.

"What about Stefan?' Bonnie hissed. "What did he do to deserve this? What do you think he'll do when you tell him you will leave him for his monstrous brother?"

"If you can't calm down and talk to me without judging, I won't talk about this anymore." Elena sat back in her seat, shook her head in determination.

"Good. Because if I can't knock some right senses into you, I don't want to be a part of this any more either."

"Bonnie!" Caroline called after when Bonnie stormed out of the crowded place.

"It's alright Caroline." Elena sighed.

"I'm sorry." Caroline flinched, rubbed the back of her hand.

"Why? It's not your fault. It's no one's fault."

"I really don't know what to do to help and you have no idea how much this annoys me. Not being able to help… Just tell me what I can do… I will… What is my mom doing here?" Caroline trailed off her ranting when Liz walked her way through the crowd to get to their table.

"Caroline, can I talk to you for a second, honey?" The woman approached the table, threw Elena a strange look.

"Hi Mrs. Forbes." Elena hesitantly greeted her, confused when she didn't get any gesture in return.

Caroline stood up and they walked to a corner. Elena was focusing on the two blond women arguing over something when Stefan slid down next to her on the bench.

"Hey!" He leaned down to kiss her and Elena reflexively turned her head away to dodge the kiss.

"What's wrong?" Stefan's body immediately tensed, his eyes were full with the usual concern and worry.

"Nothing. You … I was thinking of something else and didn't see you." Elena tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, awkwardly answered him, avoiding his gaze.

"Elena if there's something wrong you can always tell me."

"I…" Elena swallowed hard, trying to push the words through her tongue.

"We are in big trouble!" Caroline appeared on the other side of the table, breathing heavily.

"What's wrong?" Elena blinked, trying to get back to reality, asking her friend.

"My mom gave me vervain." She held up a tiny glass container with a transparent liquid filled inside. "And told me to put it in your drink."

"What? Why?" Elena's jaw dropped as she looked around, looking for the sheriff, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Katherine." Stefan said just that, his face hardened, his eyes darkened and hidden under his knitted brows in a worried frown. "She thinks you're Katherine, a vampire. She must have seen Katherine attack someone."

"Oh my God." Elena covered her mouth.

"That bitch!" Caroline hissed, taking Elena's hands into hers. "My mom drinks vervain everyday. We can't compel her."

"I know." Stefan responded. "We will need to keep her somewhere, wait for the vervain to get out of her system, then we'll … fix her." He looked back at Elena. "But first we need to deal with Katherine."

They all stood up and got out of the Grill, heading for the car. Elena walked with him to his car, they kept silence on the way across the big parking lot, listening to each other footsteps.

"You've been acting very strange. I know something is wrong." Stefan suddenly said, his voice full of sorrow, his eyes didn't meet hers. "You can tell me."

Elena stopped, turned to him. She felt it again, the guilt, the heart-wrenching feeling to see him sad, bothered but restrained in his own emotion. "Stefan." She took his hands, forced herself to look at his eyes. "I'm sorry, I…"

"NO! Mom!" Caroline screamed and Elena felt a piercing pain in her back shot through her body. She followed Stefan's horror gaze back down to her own chest and saw a stake showing through her shirt. She started to feel the pain at every beat her small heart tried to make, forcing the blood to run in her veins. Before she felt down to the ground, someone placed a hand under her head, a strong body scooped down next to her.

"No. No."

She blankly looked over to the voice, feeling tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes when she found those familiar loving blue lights, sensing his familiar scent floating to her. If this was death, it was not painful at all. She could felt her heart struggled and twisting around the stake in her chest, yet feeling less and less painful and her body started to turn numb.

Damon bit down on his wrist, bring it to her mouth.

"Drink. Please, Elena. Drink." His face was twisted in pain and fear. Elena felt his hot blood dripping into her mouth, touching her lips, melting into her, radiating with a sweet and salty at the same time taste. She heard Caroline struggling with her mom behind her, hearing Stefan saying something next to her, touching her body. But it was all hazy and blurry like she was in a dream. She couldn't feel much, hear much, except for the only face she was seeing in front of her. His eyes were burning into her, his lips were moving but she couldn't make out the words. She felt her surroundings darker and darker, blurrier. She felt like falling and couldn't hold on to anything.

"We're loosing her." Damon hissed, he wasn't breathing. "She's not taking the blood."

"Elena!" Stefan started to shake her, trying to keep her eyes open.

"Pull the stake out or the wound won't heal. Press your hands on it when the stake's gone. She's loosing too much blood." Damon instructed him, focused on pressing his wrist tighter into her mouth, forcing his blood to run down her throat, into her body. "Elena, please stay with me." He felt like his own heart has disappeared when he looked into her half closed eyes, seeing the color fade away from her skin.

Stefan pulled the stake out of her body, making her jerked up in reflex, blood started to ooze out of the open wound, flooding around her, running through his fingers no matter how hard he pressed them down on her chest.

"No!" Damon felt tears running down his face when he felt her body turned colder and colder in his arms. "No no no! Elena, don't! Please please!" He was unable to control himself any more when she shut her eyes close. "You can't die. No! Elena!" He bent down, bruised her lips with his, tasting his own blood in her mouth. He blew air into her, desperately making a CPR, waiting for her to come back, to open her doe eyes, to look at him and touch him again. He bit on his wrist again, tore out a chunk of flesh, and pressed the open wound to her mouth again, letting the blood drip into her. He felt like the world had crumbled down on him. He couldn't know who was there or what they were saying any more. All he could see was her lying in front of him, pale and cold, stained with her own red blood. Suddenly, her lips tightened weakly around his wrist. He saw her throat moving and heard a faint rhythm as her heart weakly started to regain its beats.

"Elena?" He lifted her head up and placed her onto his lap. "Do you hear me, sweetheart? Please…" His voice was pleading, desperate. For the first time he felt his heart again in his chest, pounding violently, air running through his nose when he let himself breath again, breathing in the air full of her blood. He lifted his hand away when she finally opened her eyes to look at him.

"Damon." That was all she could say but it was heaven to him to hear his name on her lips again.

Elena lifted her hand to cup his face but couldn't because she was too weak to even move. He caught her hand mid way, held it tightly in his.

"It's ok. You're ok." He said, more to reassure himself than to anyone else.

"Elena!" Stefan stepped up and took her body up in his arms, carried her off of the damp ground, flooded with a small pond of her own blood.

Damon tightened his jaw but let go of her, his eyes locked on her body in his brother's embrace, longing as she pour her brown eyes into his.

"This is wrong. I saw her killed 3 of my men with my own eyes. Draining their blood. This can not be." Liz broke free from Caroline when Stefan started to put her into his car. She took out a vervain gun from her pocket, aiming for Elena.

Damon growled, his face changed and without a split second of hesitation, he tackled the tiny woman, slamming her down to the ground, sunk his exposed fangs deep in her neck when Caroline screeched in horror. Before Caroline could touch him, Damon rolled over and started to scrunch up in pain.

"I told you if you hurt people again. I will take you down." Bonnie stepped towards them from behind a car, her hands held out in front of her. She started to chant faster and Damon let out painful screams, rolling on the ground, clutching his head as he blacked out from the exploding pain knocking into him from his own brains.

"No. Don't hurt him." Elena yelled weakly, dragging herself out of the car seat, fell on the ground as she was too weak to stand in her own feet. Stefan hurried to hold her up. "Bonnie! Stop! Please!" She started to cry, reaching to tug at Bonnie's sleeves. "Bonnie. You're killing him." She cried louder, trying to stand up, failed and fell down on her knees. "Stefan, help him! Help him!" She turned to Stefan, begging him as he again tried to take her back to the car. Her ears were full with Damon's painful whimpering from behind.

Stefan placed her down before speeding up, appeared next to Bonnie and knocked her in the back of her head, making her fall down, unconscious.

Elena reached out when she once again fell on the ground, trying to walk toward Damon's body on the ground. "Damon!" She felt weaker and weaker. Her vision blurred from her tears and exhaustion. She lost too much blood. "Help him. Help him…please…" She kept saying those words, feeling weaker and weaker, locking her eyes on his motionless body on the ground, waiting for him to look back at her until all she saw was a pit black.

Stefan caught her before her head hit the ground. He tucked her back in the backseat of his car, threw one look back at his brother lying on the ground, before climbing into the car and drove off, heading for the hospital, thinking maybe after all he didn't want to know what she had to say to him.

I'm trying to write as much as I can during this weekend. Next week I'll be stuck in my loads of work and assignment. Please review! :)

Oh! Happy New Year to you all lovelies! xo