TVD
Save Myself.
-Wild Card-
"I've learned that you can't predict love or plan for it.
For someone like me who is obsessed with organization and planning,
I love the idea that love is the one exception to that.
Love is the one wild card."
-Taylor Swift.
-July 25, 2011-
"God, my babies!" Miranda exclaimed tears pouring down her cheeks as she watched her daughter and adoptive son load the majority of their boxes into his car.
Elena giggled, "Mom, Jeremy's still here for another year and we'll all be back."
"Besides," Damon drawled out slamming the trunk closed, "Elena's a bit of a handful consider this me taking a burden off your shoulders." He joked.
"Shut up, Damon." Elena rolled her eyes. "If I'm a handful you're big foot's hand times twelve."
"Clever." He mocked her teasingly. She narrowed her eyes at him before promptly rolling them.
"Suck a dick, Damon."
"Kiss my ass, Elena."
"Hey, you two!" Grayson mock scolded winking at his daughter and possibly and hopefully future son in law. "Knock it off before you give your mothers a heart attack or two."
"Sorry, daddy."Elena pouted.
Damon smirked mischievously at his best friend, "Sorry daddy." He ridiculed her.
Before the kind-hearted brunette could even utter a snarky yet skilled reply back out, a warm voice softly called out to them, smiling at their light banter. "Damon dear, you must stop being so rude to my daughter before I'm forced to ground you for the rest of your life." His mother joked.
"Daughter?!" He exclaimed in mock outraged. "I'm your actual son! And I'm way too old for what was that? A grounding."
Maria smirked at him, "You're never too old."
"Yeah, Damon, never too old." Elena mocked him smirk present.
"Neither are you missy." Miranda smiled knowingly.
Elena's smirk dropped and was quickly transferred to Damon's face, "Never too old, 'Lena."
She glared mockingly at him for a moment before giggling quietly, "Let's go cowboy."
"But of course my lady." He tipped his head down sarcastically using his best southern accent.
They each said their respective goodbyes before piling into his Camaro and riding off watching as their mothers cried softly and their fathers waved proudly from the rear view mirror. The pair smiled at each other as they drove off for the beginning of the rest of their lives. The cunning brunette extended her hand to her secret partner and he graciously accepted it interlocking his lilly white digits with her olive toned ones. No words were needed in that moment. They knew what the other was thinking because their thoughts seemed to be just as entwined as their fingers were. They were riding off to their futures. And they didn't know what was coming next but the journey ahead gave them both butterflies. Anything could happen…
-July 27, 2011-
"God remind me again why we didn't hire people to do this for us?" Elena half laughed half groaned as she lugged thankfully the last and final box into her dorm room. Her companion laughed as she collapsed on her large unmade bed.
"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it was you're idea."
"Ugh." She groaned and he laughed at her cuteness.
"Knock knock." Two cheery voices said as they entered. The beautiful babe laid in her own sweat smiled as her other best friends entered her spacious dorm room. "Hey 'Lena, Damon."
"Hey Barbie, BonBon." He smirked at them causing them to roll their eyes lightheartedly. "Hey guys." Elena retorted.
"Although it sucks we can't all be bunked together at least you got a single room. It's bigger." Bonnie remarked eyes wandering around the space.
"Tell you what in a year you and Car can have it." She said absentmindedly.
This piqued the curiosity of both beauties. "Why?"
"My dad said to give the dorms a chance for a full year, if I don't like it I can move out and he'll pay for a penthouse and cover my bills and expenses."
"Ooh, can I move in?" Blondie asked.
Elena loved these girls in her presence. She really did but Jesus H. Christ she needed her own space some times. She didn't want them out of her life by any means, but after spending her entire life glued to the hip to them she wanted to do her own thing in some sense. What better way to do so then by getting her own place where she could do as she pleased when she pleased?
"Nope." Damon smirked at her crestfallen face.
"Not that I was talking to you but why?"
The pale faced teenaged Adonis leered with a certain light hearted arrogance to it. "She won't even let me movie in permanently. And we all know Elena loves me more."
Caroline didn't even bother responding secretly knowing it was slightly true. "Your silence is intriguing, Care Bear."
"Bite me." She hissed throwing a pillow at his head which he caught with a chuckle.
"Is that an invitation?" He smirked.
"Eww…no!" She said fiercely before giggling at him with a roll of her eyes.
"Don't pretend like I wouldn't rock your word, CareBear." He teased.
She pretended to gag causing the lean college student to roll his eyes as he chuckled along with the other two girls.
"Bite me, Damon."
-Los Angeles, Present Day-
"Damon!" A frantic voice husky with sadness and fear called out to him. "Where is she? Where's my baby?"
The young Adonis winced at her tear filled eyes, "Hey, Miranda. She's down the hall first door on the left."
She nodded swiftly turning her body to get to her daughters' room, her sleep deprived husband following behind her. His own grief stricken mother quickly scooped him up in a hug stroking his back. "My poor babies."
"He hurt her so bad, Ma." He whispered brokenly, his heart crushing inside his chest.
"It's ok, it'll all be ok."
"Damon? Mrs. Salvatore?" A timid voice called.
The elder woman froze before snapping her gaze over her sons' shoulder to stare at the one person she never ever wanted near her or her family ever again.
"Damon what the hell is that, puttana, doing here?" She said pulling away looking at the brunette in disgust.
"Mrs. Salvatore-"She winced when the older woman cut her off in anger.
"What the hell are you doing here, at Elena's bed side?" She snarled angrily walking to her. "After all the pain and agony you and your whore friends caused her, you think you have the right to be here?"
"I know, but-"
"There are no buts, Katherine." She sniped heatedly. "Get the hell out of here before I have you forcibly removed."
The brunette stared at the aging Italian and her younger son before quickly throwing on her jacket and slowly walking to the automatic exit doors.
"The nerve of that girl!"
"Yeah, I don't know why she was here." He told his mother before furrowing his brows. "I don't even know how she knew about Elena. No should know. Everyone has kept it to themselves."
"Your father and I took precautions to make sure no one would catch wind of this," She agreed. "We'll investigate this later. Let's go to the cafeteria to find your father. He's overseeing the hunt for that bastard. Grey and Miranda were too distraught."
"Ok." He nodded. "I want to catch him and make him pay."
"I know baby, I know."
-July 27, 2011-
"Wanna go out?" Damon asked stroking hair from her forehead softly.
The two were sprawled out against her full bed on their sides staring at one another. They had spent the day unpacking in both his room and hers; after they'd had takeout in her room and watched Netflix together before taking a load off just sitting in peaceful silence.
"I feel like we should since it's our first day here but I am so damn tired." She whined with a small laugh burying her head in his neck.
"Mmm, me to." He agreed absently still stroking her long brown hair. "Can I stay here tonight?"
"'Course sweetie, you're always welcome here." She smiled at him kissing his cheek.
The older boy looked down at her, "Do you think you'll always think that?"
She glanced up at him frowning, "You're my best friend and I love you more than anyone is this world."
"Elena-"
"No, Damon. You should never doubt that. No matter what happens, you will always be in my life, okay?"
"What happens when you fall in love and get married and have kids? I won't be that person in your life anymore and that scares me more than anything else in the world, Elena."
"I don't know what the future holds for either of us Damon," She said carefully stroking his arm in comfort. "For all we know you could get married first, or maybe we never get married…hell we may die tomorrow! All I want to focus on is living in the now, and right now you're the most important person in my life."
"I love you to, 'Lena. I just down want to ever lose you, you are my life."
The brunette smiled softly at him before craning her neck up to place a soft kiss against his lips, "And you're mine. Forever."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
-July 28, 2011-
Elena, Caroline, Bonnie and Damon walked down together looking at all the other college students moving in.
Elena hooked her arm through Damon's, "I can't believe we made it! We're in college!"
"I've been in college," Damon corrected smugly.
"Shut up you're ruining the moment." She growled playfully. "We're in fucking L.A!"
He chuckled at his best friends antics before Caroline remarked, "The guys here are so hot!"
"Not like you have a shot, Barbie" Damon quipped with that arrogant smirk.
Caroline glared at him heatedly, "Will you shut up before I smack you!"
"Not like it would hurt."
"You are such a –"
"Guys! Now is not the time for childish bickering. Let's go get smoothies or something."
Caroline huffed in agreement while Damon smirked and Bonnie and Elena rolled their eyes giggling. "He's still a jackass."
-Los Angeles, Present Day-
"What is your relationship to the victim?"
"Her name is Elena."
"Right, sorry, what's your relationship to Elena Gilbert."
He sighed longingly, "She's my best friend…always has been."
"So you've known her a long time, yes?"
"Since she was in diapers."
The officer smiled slightly, "That's nice. So how do you think this happened to your friend?"
"I don't think anything. I know that that bastard boyfriend of hers did this to her! She was going to break up with him and clearly the egomaniac couldn't take it."
"That would be Slater Sinclair, correct? How long have they been dating?"
"9 months, a year maybe, I don't know. They've always been on and off."
"How would you describe their relationship?"
"Toxic. He never loved her he was just using her, he was mean and jealous and treated her like shit."
"Why do you think Mr. Sinclair attacked your friend?"
Damon sighed tussling his hair with his fingers, "She was going to break up with him. He saw me kiss her and it was pretty obvious what she would be doing once she ended things with him. She doesn't love him and he's always been a jealous prick."
"So you and Elena were involved romantically?"
"We are. She's going to wake up."
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to imply that she wouldn't, Mr. Salvatore,"
"Whatever are we done here?" He droned bored.
"Yes, sir. I'll call you if I have any more questions."
Damon watched the officer walk away and go consult with the officers who had finished questioning the rest of the group about Slater and Elena. The whole thing was surreal for the teenage Adonis, his best friend, the love of his life, the one person he couldn't live without was in critical care. The moment she'd looked into his eyes he'd been hooked on her, sworn to be whatever she needed him to be. He'd sworn to himself that he'd love her and protect her with everything he had. She was everything to him, his soul, and his heart…his life. Damon Salvatore was head over heels in love with Elena Gilbert..if she died so would he.
He could feel his throat tightening as he fought to hold back tears, "Fuck! Fuck I'm going to kill that bastard."
"Damon!" he heard looking over his shoulder seeing a distraught looking Alaric and Mason.
"Hey guys," he smiled weakly at them, "Watcha' doing here?"
With an exasperated look and a roll of his eyes the sandy blonde replied, "Jeremy texted us about Elena. Where else would we be?"
"She'd appreciate that."
"Has there been any news about her condition?" Mason questioned sadly. "And that prick Slater? If they haven't found him I'd gladly kill him with my bare hands."
"You and me both, brother." Damon snorted.
Alaric and Mason shared a look, both thinking the same thing. Damon Salvatore was probably two seconds away from snapping someone's neck without remorse. They both knew without a doubt that he had to be taking Elena's attack harder than anyone. They had gotten to know the younger boy and the sweet girl he held dear to his heart and it was obvious to them how madly and deeply in love they were with one another. When Elena and Slater started dating both had figured that was Elena's way of getting experience and exploring before she tied herself down forever; because that's what described Damon and Elena perfectly, forever.
"How are you holding up? You need anything?"
Damon ran a hand through his hair with a sigh staring at his laces. There was really only one thing he wanted right now, only one thing could cure the aching in his heart. "I need my girl to wake up."
"Hey, baby." He cooed stroking back her hair from her forehead. "How's my girl doing? You gonna wake up?"
He'd looked on the internet that talking to comatose patients cold sometimes help them come back from whatever mindset they were in. He felt kind of stupid but he'd do whatever it took to get his baby back to him.
"I miss you sweetheart. Everything feels weird without you and her bright brown eyes and sweet voice telling me to eat healthier and drink less. But its fine because I know I'll here it again. You would never die so young, leave me all alone on this earth without my heart. I know that you love me as much as I love you."
He looked down at her still, pale body with pain filled eyes. "Remember when we were little Lena and I was teaching you how to speak Italian. You'd concentrate so hard to remember every word I taught you and get so damn frustrated when you didn't pronounce a word perfectly."
"You're eyebrows always make the cutest little scrunch when you're frustrated," he laughed thinking of her face in his mind. "I love that look but I love the look that comes next even more; that look of accomplishment and pride and joy. You always look so happy and it never fails to make me happy."
"When you wake up I'm going back to talking to you in Italian all the time. Wouldn't that be fun, bambolina? Parlando con l'altro in una sola lingua che mi e il mio fratellino capire. Il nostro linguaggio privato, come ai vecchi tempi Elena."
He felt tears well up in his eyes, he was so angry! Why her? Why did someone so beatiful and pure and his have to be taken from him like this. "Ti amo tanto piccola. Si prega di tornare a me, ti amo, ti preghiamo di tornare."
Damon rested his head against her shoulder while he allowed the agony filed tears fall down his grief stricken face. He held her hand as he cried and prayed to a God he wasn't even sure he believed in anymore. "Per favore, salvarla. E 'tutto quello che ho e non posso vivere senza di lei. Salvare la mia ragazza."
Then he heard that sound that no one in a hospital ever wants to hear, the one that makes yo feel as if the world you know is coming crashing down around you and nothing you do..not matter how loud you scream, cry and beg, can ever stop it. Her heart monitor was making noises...
"Elena? Elena! Help! Somebody help her please!"
"How did I know? How did I know that Damon fucking Salvatore and friends would fuck this all up for me?! No one was supposed to find her! She was supposed to learn her fucking place once and for all and be with me with no more obstacles." Slater cried in anger kicking over a lamp.
"Well maybe you shouldn't have hurt her so bad then huh?"
"I wanted to teach her a lesson in obidience but the little bitch kept fighting me and defying me! She had to be taught! She would have been fine if it wasn't for him!"
"If they wouldn't have shown up she probably would have died, word is she's in critical condition."
"Fuck! What am I going to do? I can't survive in prison and the police are looking for me everywhere!"
"Relax," the mysterious voice soothed. "She'll pull through and we'll hide you hear until she wakes up and tells everyone it wasn't you."
"You think so?" he said nervously.
"Of course I am." The voice smirked dangerously and all-knowingly. "Like I've told yo before, Slater it's a win win. You'll get Elena and I'll finally get everything I was always promised. Everything I deserve."
***Translations***
*babydoll
*Talking to each other in a language only me you and my baby brother understand. Our own private language, like old times Elena.
*I love you so much, baby. Please come back to me, I love you, please come back.
*Please, save her. She's all I have and I can't live without her. Save my girl.
A/N: It's been forever since I've updated this story and for that I'm really sorry and apologize. I stopped writing for a multitude of reasons but the main one being inspiration. But recently I've really been feeling it and I think I have an idea in which I know where this story is going. I also don't know when this story will be updated because as some of you may know I have a bunch of stories to catch up on. But for anyone still reading, thank you for sticking with me and don't give up on me quite yet.
