A/N; I apologize for the delay. We had a death in the family this week. My only living Grandma passed away. It was a very emotional time, lots of family stuff and the funeral. I tried working on my chapters a couple times but just couldn't get into it.
But today finally things were flowing again and I needed the peace that writing gives me. So enjoy. Hoping to update the Delena future story soon too but I might do more on this series first since its building to a big mid book climax. I hope you all have a great weekend!
Happy Mother's Day to all the mommies out there and I hope you get spoiled by your family and your day is full of love and precious memories! Be blessed and love on the mom's in your life.
Lets see if we can this lovely momma to be Elena through this to enjoy her own mother's day soon with her fiancé and her precious twins!
Caroline felt Nic pulling her to the side of the house. She didn't know how to feel about everything that just happened. She was glad she had finally told Elena about the babies. She knew waiting as long as she had already been so wrong. She did not even understand why she felt so torn between Nic and her best friends. It didn't make any sense.
She let him lead her away assuming he wanted to speak privately with her. She had been terrified of the last things he had said. Burn the cabin down...to get Elena out? Would he seriously do that? She had to stop him. She knew it was the right thing to do. But she also knew he was so upset at her for stealing his blood and lying to him. Their new found love felt like it had gone through the wringer since this he had thought he had compelled her last night.
She dared to look up in his eyes, scared what she would see. His face was tight with worry or anger or maybe both and he was biting his bottom lip. It looked like he was rehearsing what to say to her in his head first before saying anything out loud.
"Nic," she looked up in his eyes. They too were pained and lacked the obvious warmth she saw in them this morning when she had teased him, tying him up and he let her have her way with him. He let her be in control, which likely was not something he looked like he ever allowed anyone to have with him, the way he sounded.
"I'm so sorry. I truly am, but I had to do it. I could not just let him die. Stefan is one of my best friends and Elena is my bestest friend," Caroline pleaded with him. He had not changed his expression as she spoke and he refused to meet her eyes. She had seen him so angry before when she had been knocked against the porch. The calmness on his face felt scarier than his rage. She wished she knew what he was thinking. She stepped closer hoping he would not hurt her, but the anger in his eyes might be telling her otherwise.
"I do love you Nic. So much." Caroline heard him scoff at that but she wanted to get this out, her voice quivering with the emotion she felt building up in her. "I do. I don't even know why I do after I hear what you want to do to Precious. Little. Children. Part of me wants to run and never look back and forget you. But I can't. It feels like there is this unseen force holding me here, stopping me from turning away and erasing you from my life!" She took in a deep breath and dared to lift her hand from her side and tilt his chin toward her. "Please Nic, just look at me. Hear me."
Her hand was shaking as she felt him turn his head and she saw him finally lift his eyes to lock on hers.
"What Caroline? What could you possibly say that would change everything that has happened? What has to happen?" His voice was low and sounded impatient, like he was sick of talking about this or any of it.
She cupped his face and his eyes fell back to the ground avoiding her desperate stare. "I remember we were making promises this morning and you told me that you would always love me. No matter what happens. That nothing could come between us. And I told you the same thing. Does that not count for something?!"
His head snapped up at that, his eyes flaring yellow. "Was that before or after you betrayed me and stole my blood?!"
He was leaning against the cabin his fists clenching and unclenching in anger. "You lied about everything! Why wouldn't I think you would lie about that? It doesn't matter. Nothing was real." He inhaled sharply and turned away from her.
Caroline snarled her angry vampire snarl at him and pushed him against the cabin using her supernatural strength. "Yes it matters! Everything matters! Those little babies lives matter Nic! How can you not see that?! You can't be that much of a monster. You can't."
She released her grip on his arms and let go, stepping back. "I can't love you if you hurt them! I can't be with you...if you want to take Elena and Damon's babies away from them! That is a deal breaker for me. No question. I would NOT be able to live with myself knowing our relationship was built on spilling a child's blood. I would rather die!" She pushed him again seeing that he was letting her and then fell down in the grass, panting with frustration.
Klaus just stood there watching her collapse to the ground. He knew it was wrong. Everything was fucking wrong. He wanted to leave. He wanted to give her what she wanted but something in him stopped him. Was he being selfish? No, it was all about her; his love. Caroline would suffer, could be tortured for decades and he saw that she already would rather die than have him hurt Elena or those babies. But there wasn't another way.
He sunk to the ground on his knees in front of her. She was still wearing his favorite jacket. She had been since he had ripped apart her clothes and searched her for the vial of his blood. She hadn't had it on her and she had tricked him anyway; lied about stealing it. He tentatively put his hand on her knee, his head still down avoiding her eyes.
He drew in a deep breath. "Despite everything Caroline, I still love you." He felt his voice shaking with the emotion he was feeling. He looked up at her to see her sniffling too and watching him. "I don't know if anything you felt for me was real. I don't know if you used me and felt nothing for me. But despite you lying and stealing from me...I still can't lose you." He reached up and stroked the back of his hand along her cheek.
Caroline put her own hand over his, her eyes fluttering closed. "I can love you Nic. I want to."
He looked so longingly at her.
"Just forget this and let Damon and Elena go. Heal Stefan and let them all live their lives. That is how you won't lose me," she whispered so softly at him once her eyes opened again. "That is the only way we can be together."
She leaned in, her lips a breath away from his. "I want you Nic. I do, so much. Don't you want me?" She was trembling as she brushed her lips over his cheek, planting tiny kisses along his jaw. She saw him shudder and close his eyes slowly and felt his hands run down her arms.
Maybe she could stop this. All of it. She just had to get through to him. She had seen the hesitancy and saw his desire to do good. She heard him say he would let his father kill him and let him win. He had spoken with so much emotion then and she did not doubt that he meant it.
Caroline stroked her thumbs along his cheeks and pulled his face closer till she had captured his lips in hers. The warmth of his mouth against hers made her see stars behind her eyes. She felt the connection, the fire, the passion, the draw to him and his moan against her mouth made her think he must be able to feel it too.
Klaus pulled her into his lap on the ground their mouth fused together as his arms went around her. He had never felt this way about anyone. He wanted to set the world at her feet. He wanted to race her away right then and leave everything behind. He wanted to love her and never think of his father again.
Caroline was reveling in his kisses and the passion he was showing her. She knew he loved her so much. She could convince him to let them go. She knew she could do it. She kissed further down his jaw again and found a sensitive spot on his neck and he tilted his head toward her lips and whimpered as his hands tunneled into her hair. She opened her mouth feeling that this was the moment. She had to do it.
"Take me away Nic," she breathed against his salty skin. "Take me far away from this place and let my friends go."
She inhaled waiting, praying that she had finally gotten through to him. He cupped her face and pulled her eyes up to his, his mouth parted just slightly as he breathed out.
He bit his bottom lip again just aching to tell her what she wanted to hear. "I want to, so much my lovely," he gasped out seeing her blue green eyes so intent on his, anxious at his reply he was sure. "But I can't luv. I just can't."
She exhaled hard, pushing him away from her with a growl of frustration. "No! Damn it Nic!" She was furious now, her eyes like fire at him, the vampire in her pulsing the veins on her face in her rage. She started pounding harder and harder on his chest, slamming her fists against his hard sternum.
Klaus let her rage on him and did not move to stop her, just watching her as she pounded on his chest. He hated this. Why couldn't he give her what she wanted? What was stopping him?
He grabbed for her hands, whispering her name over and over but she ripped herself away from him and blurred a few feet away and grabbed a piece of wood that was laying on the ground at the back of the shed. He stood up fast having no idea what she was doing. She was back in front of him the next instant and forced it in his hand. His eyes were wide as she backed away a bit and lifted his hand up.
Caroline's voice shook as she felt tears coating her lashes. This was the only way.
She lifted her head, the tears slipping down her cheeks as she leveled the wood against her chest, his hand still holding it. "I need you to do something for me." He was still, unmoving and not throwing the stake away from her. His eyes were focused on hers and he shockingly nodded to her.
She swallowed down her fear, her desire to see and do so many things still. She wanted to experience so much with him, with her friends yet in her eternal life. But this was the only way. She had to make him see that.
"Kill...me...Nic," she whimpered.
He gasped at what she wanted, his eyes going wider. Hell no! He shook his head at her feeling wetness in his own eyes. How could she say that? "Caroline, no! You don't mean that. You can't!" His hand was shaking but he still felt her holding it up against her chest. He wanted to move it, to let go, but he couldn't stop himself somehow.
She grabbed for the jacket, ripping it open and pushed the wood against her bare skin above her lacy bra and the blood dripped down from where she pressed it. "Yes I do," she cried out.
"Kill me! I can't live if you hurt those babies. Elena and Damon would be devastated. They would want to die. They would hate you, and me if you do this." She sucked in more air, so scared yet so ready to sacrifice herself for her friends. Its what Elena would do for her too.
She saw the tears in his eyes too and felt his hand shaking as he held the stake against her tender flesh as more blood dripped. She closed her eyes leaning her head against his and swallowed down her selfishness, her desire to live and she focused on the thought of those little ones running around, laughing and squealing with joy as their parents chased them around in the grass. They were free, and happy and safe and that was what she wanted.
She opened her eyes again, steeling them back to his."If this is all about your father killing me..." she sobbed at him, her eyes wide and full of tears and she pulled on his hand to push the stake in her chest. "Just do it!...so he doesn't torture me. Please Nic!"
Klaus blinked once, twice feeling like he had been in a trance as he had been looking deep in her eyes. He shook his head back and forth. He felt her words flood through him as he still tried to pull the stake back from her delicate skin. But then he saw her in his mind…
Caroline was crying for him and he looked up shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight. His eyes widened as he took the scene before him. He could see her long blonde hair blowing in the wind, saw the fear in her wide eyes. She was standing on the top of a crypt it looked like. He could see the cement pillars and tall peaked roof. But the name was blurred.
The second he saw her crying he wanted to go to her. But something or someone held him back. He watched her unable to move from his spot on the ground below as she was sobbing. She picked up a bottle and he pushed and fought the unseen force, seeing it was lighter fluid and she started spraying it all over herself.
"Caroline NO! Stop this!" he yelled to her and she looked down at him but she did not stop. She continued to cry as she doused her clothes and her soft hair with the deadly accelerant. "No, baby! I can't lose you! Stop please!" he screamed in terror.
"Nic, help me. Don't let him do this!" she begged him and he roared, fighting with all his inhuman strength and as he saw her flick on a long match and bring it closer and closer to her soaking clothes!
"NO!" he gasped out, his chest heaving. He focused SO hard, the fear from the vision real and incredibly powerful and he was finally able to let go of the stake, his hands falling at his sides. He nearly fell over as the dizziness from the myriad of his feelings raced through his body. He was panting hard, not knowing what was real or in his mind.
Caroline's face fell. He wouldn't do it. She needed to save the babies. She sucked in a breath and gripped the stake harder. "Then I will."
And she was about to slam it into her chest when he grabbed it, still feeling like his actions were barely his own, like things were spinning around him. But he had enough control to throw it away and grabbed for her head and shook her.
"No Caroline you are not going to kill yourself!" And he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight, feeling her hair by his face as his hands went around her head and back keeping her against him. He was in shock of what he had seen as well as what she had almost made him do. He just kept mumbling that he loved her over and over and held her crushed against his body. He had to protect her, from herself, from anyone else that wanted to hurt her.
He grabbed her and blurred them both to his vehicle, the place where they had spent so much time the last two days. Where he had poured out his heart to her, more than he had to any woman ever.
He threw open the door and pushed her into the back seat. He did not know if he could compel her. But he had just strip searched her for the vial before and he had not found any vervain either.
She was already fighting him trying to get away. "Nic no! You can't do this! You can't hurt those babies! I won't let you!" She was seething at him, her fangs showing as she glared at him.
"Kiss me," he breathed out. She was furious with him and if she was on vervain...this was the way to tell. There was a pause and then he felt her hands on his face and she pulled him to her, crashing their lips together.
He melted into the kiss, missing her, wanting her, but mostly right now wanting her to be safe. He stroked her cheeks and pulled back from her lips slowly while watching her eyes.
She was sitting there a moment just staring at him, her lips moist from his kisses, her breath shallow, her chest heaving. He buttoned up his jacket hiding her curves from his eyes. This was not the time and he sure as hell did not want to compel her for that. Her eyes were still locked on him as he got the last button closed.
Then her face twisted from content to fury in a matter of seconds again. "Did you just compel me to kiss you?! You..you..."
Yes, she could be compelled. That was all he needed to know. He put a finger to her lips ignoring the spew of hate at him. He tilted her chin up, focusing on her eyes. "Stop fighting me. That's enough. I'm sorry my darling."
"Nic, no! I will never forgive you..."
But the compulsion flooded her and she was quiet, her hands down. He looked at her so forlornly while caressing her face. "I am so, so sorry. But I can't have you getting hurt."
He sniffled back more tears knowing what he needed to say. "You will NOT try to kill yourself or get anyone else to try to kill you. You will stay right here so that I know that you are safe." He was shaking now as he spoke, his voice thick with feeling. He was scared for her. He was scared too that she would hate him for this.
He leaned in more, still standing on the ground outside the vehicle, his head falling to her shoulder. He wanted to leave. He actually tried to tell himself to get in the front of the SUV and just leave with her. But every time he tried to or thought about it, he saw flashes again of her standing on that crypt high above him, lighting the match and bringing it closer and closer to her gasoline soaked clothes!
He shook his head fighting to escape the vision before she actually fucking set herself on fire! Was she being compelled? It sure looked like it. Why could he not stop it? Why did he see the same scene every time he wanted to leave and let them go? Was his mind showing him her actual death?
When she had been begging him to kill her he felt like he was in a trance. He heard what she asked, and he felt his hand telling his brain to do what she wanted. It took so much of his willpower and concentration to pull his hand off of the stake. Almost like she was compelling him!
He shook his head again, opening his eyes back up. No, that was not possible. But how else could he explain that he didn't just throw the stake away the second he knew what she was doing? Why did it take him so long? Why did it feel like he was walking underwater when she spoke?
He bent his head, running his hand along her cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. He choked up as he spoke to her. "I need you to be safe. That is all that matters, my luv." He watched her lean back in the seat and just stare ahead letting the compulsion take over her body. He had not compelled her to not think or feel, just to stay there and not hurt herself. He leaned in and kissed her on the crown of her head.
When he pulled back from her head she was glaring at him. "You can't do this Nic. You can't!" she begged. But she could not stop him. She could not hurt herself now either.
"I don't have a choice. I can't let you die." he whispered. "I want to walk away, and let them go. But I can't explain it Caroline. Its like your safety has to come first. Like something is stopping me from walking away."
She was furious with him. How could he do this? He could not just leave her here and destroy her friends. "No Nic! Fight it! Take me away from here!"
He held his head, seeing the visions again rush across his eye line. This time she did light herself on fire and he heard her screams of pure pain before he shook himself free again. "I am fighting it! Its too strong!" And he slammed the door, trapping her in his vehicle as he walked away, his breath heaving out of him. What the hell was happening to him?
Elena's eyes were closed as she lay against Damon's strong chest. Her arms were tight around him. She knew he would do everything to save her. But what could they do? They had to think of something. Klaus could be back any minute and follow through on his threat and burn them out of there.
She knew they had delayed the inevitable long enough. They had talked and kissed and held each other and danced even and talked about the future. Everything except figure out how to actually get to that future. They needed a plan, some way to run.
"Damon?" she mumbled, her head still against him.
He tilted his head down to her, his ice blue eyes focused intently on her. He had been thinking the whole time they had been standing there after the music had faded. He thought he might have even come up with a half decent plan to get his precious family to safety. "I know, baby." He kissed the top of her head and ran his hand down her cheek as he pulled back enough to study her face.
"Is there any way to get away?" Elena looked pleadingly up at him. She knew she did not have much strength herself and not eating, losing so much blood as well as throwing up so often was not helping. She ran her palm over her belly where her children; their children were growing, innocently and perfectly, oblivious to the danger they were all facing. "What can we do?"
Damon cleared his throat and put his hands on both sides of her head. "I need to talk to Elijah. We will figure out a way to get you and the babies out of here. I promise angel." He stroked her face with his thumbs.
She nodded at him, leaning in to his touch. "I know you will Damon. I trust you. Right from that moment where you pulled me close in the tomb and told me no matter what happens to trust you, I did, I do." She reached up and caressed his cheek, as she looked deep in his eyes. "I know I let my fears overshadow my belief in you then when you were forcing yourself on me. But deep down Damon I did trust you, even then already. And I trust you SO much more now and with the lives of me and our babies."
Damon swallowed thickly, feeling the weight of that statement. He was extremely glad she had that much faith in him, but did he really have even slightly that kind of faith in himself? In his strength as a vampire against a 1000 year old Original that could not be killed? Could he really keep that promise to her and his children?
He would die for them of that there was no question, But she had said she wanted him to live for them, live with them. He had promised to take her shopping, give her massages, cook for her. Was that all a fantasy?
He pulled her lips to his again, taking in her essence, trying to fill her with any ounce of peace and security he had even if it left him with none. He cupped her face, tilted her head and savored her taste in his mouth. He kissed her passionately and deeply, wanting to fill her with hope that this, with them would not end here. To help her know that he would do everything in his power to save her and his babies. He wished he could pour into her the faith and belief that they would be standing together like this, kissing her, holding her, loving her by this time tomorrow. That they would make it through this night together and alive.
Elena melted into his kiss, her arms wrapped around him, clutching him so tightly to her. She felt overcome with need for him right then. Like despite his promises, his dreams for the future that they were simply that, just dreams and they would not make it out of there alive.
Damon pulled back, opening his eyes and leaned his head against hers. He wanted to say more, reassure her more but he did not want to lie. Things felt impossible. He sighed, stroking her hair and then stood up more. "I need to talk to Elijah. We will figure out something baby," he tried. But he could see by her somber expression that she knew him better than he thought and could read between the lines of his words.
"I'll just check on Stefan," she said changing the subject. "Go, I'll be okay." She saw him nod, and he tilted her chin up to him pressing his lips to hers once more before he bent on his knee, lifted up her shirt and kissed her belly tenderly.
"Stay strong my angels. Look after your mom," he mumbled softly. Kissing her again, his hands wrapped around her hips. He saw her looking down at him and smiled at her before he stood back up. He walked back to the back bedroom seeing Stefan just laying there quietly. His breath slower than before. "You be careful with him," he spoke sternly to her.
"I will. He is too weak to hurt me Damon." She sat back on the bed. Her fiance grabbed a cup from the table beside the bed and ripped into his wrist and let the blood drip into the cup till it was nearly full.
"If he needs anything you give him this and stay safe. I will be right back." She nodded to him and he kissed her forehead and blurred out of the room.
Elena just sat there, seeing Stefan's breath so shallow. The blanket was up right to his shoulder but her eyes widened at the sight of dark black lines peeking out on his pale skin. She gasped as she pulled the blanket further down and saw the lines had spread all the way from his wound.
"My God, Stefan, I am so sorry," she whispered into the air between them. She knelt down laying beside him. She nearly jumped back when he opened his eyes and pale almost clear eyes looked back at her. He did not say anything but just moved his head closer till it was touching her shoulder and closed his eyes again. Her arms went around him, just holding him beside her, offering him whatever comfort she could.
Bonnie was looking out the cracked window of the shed waiting to make a break for it. She had hurriedly put her bonds back on when a man came back in the room. She closed her eyes, pretending to sleep and he left her alone. Tyler had been fighting the chains on his wrists and exhausted himself and still could not get free. But the man had drugged him somehow when he came in. Probably gave him wolfsbane and now despite her calling him he stayed unconscious. But she was free. He had helped her tear apart the ropes on her wrists.
She looked around outside not knowing where it was safer to go. She could not see anyone out there. Then suddenly she nearly fell back as Klaus and Caroline came into view on the side of the house. They looked upset and she saw arguing and then kissing and then more arguing. Whatever was going on looked intense.
Then Caroline blurred toward the window and she nearly fell down to not be seen. Sneaking back up to watch them, she saw Klaus standing in front of her friend and he looked like he was holding a stake to her chest! Her eyes went wide with more fear. She could race out to try and stop him but she doubted she had enough witch power to save her. She still felt so drained from her injury yesterday as well as using more of her powers to find out more about Elena's babies.
Bonnie watched with baited breath, hoping, and praying that Caroline would be okay. She breathed a sigh of relief seeing Klaus throw the stake away and then looked like he was hugging her tight. Then the next second he grabbed her and they blurred away out of her view. Nothing made any sense.
She sat back wondering what that was all about. She had no idea. She didn't know if it was safe to try to race back to the house or what she should do. Bonnie knew that she had to keep focused on getting out of there. If she stopped to think all she would want to do was cry.
Jeremy was a vampire and her heart ached for him. She had just figured out that she loved him and now he wasn't even alive? He was but he wasn't. How could they overcome that? She had seen how hard it had been on Caroline to adjust to being a vampire. How she had killed, consumed by the blood when she had just turned. She then felt like she lost her best friend. She was different. And now she had to face that the man she loved was that same kind of different. With the same struggles and temptations.
Bonnie had been holding him in her arms, crying over him believing he was dead, so when he sat up gasping for air part of her had been overjoyed and the other part terrified for what they had in their future. She had barely adjusted to him alive when she watched Klaus inject him with something and she had screamed at him to stop.
She had been so scared for him not knowing what Klaus wanted with him. The Original had dragged them both out to show Elena that Klaus had them no doubt to get her to come out to him. Jeremy had been released from the cruel vampires strangle hold on him and thrown back toward her. She reached out to him and he had hugged her. She had just crawled into his embrace just so thankful that he was not gone in all sense of the word. He was holding her trying to comfort her and saying sorry that he had ran out, and that he loved her over and over.
But just as quickly he had been able to cradle her in his arms, she heard Klaus yell to his creep near them to bring him back to him and take her away. She did not want to leave him and fought and kicked and screamed to be let go.
Standing there right now she swung her head back and forth still not knowing which way she should go. She saw Klaus again near the cabin and decided she would make a break for her car by the edge of the road, off the property. Sneaking out the front door she raced to the nearest tree, hiding behind it, her eyes darting everywhere around her. What had happened to Jeremy? Where was Klaus keeping him?
She snapped her head to another sound and saw another man walking forward carrying what looked like huge red canisters. He was sloshing the liquid out carelessly as he walked by not seeing her. She crept forward and put her hand in a puddle of liquid on the ground. She brought her fingers to her nose. Gasoline! Holy shit! What were they going to do?
She raced to the next tree and the next and then in the distance saw another vehicle parked further away and partially under some tree branches. It wasn't hers but she could hide behind it till the men were further away. She counted at least 3 other men besides Klaus now.
Bonnie ran for the vehicle and slammed her back gently into it keeping out of sight, seeing the men walking away. She was about to run again when she felt a sharp knocking on the other side of the door. Looking up into the window she saw Caroline's frantic face, her arms waving her closer. She opened the door, slipped in the back seat and closed it quietly again.
"Caroline, what the hell are you doing here? Why aren't you in the cabin with everyone else?" she gasped out.
Her best friend shushed her and pushed her down to the floor in the back seat. "Be quiet, Klaus was just outside before Bonnie. He is planning to burn the cabin down to get Elena out of there!"
Bonnie's eyes bulged out of her head. "Are you serious?!" She saw Caroline nod back to her in conformation. Her mouth fell open. "Oh my God, what can we do?"
"I have no idea Bon. I tried so hard to get him to see that this was so so wrong. I even tried to kill myself to stop him." Caroline was breathing hard still looking around her eyes darting back and forth outside. She closed her eyes slowly sinking down more in the seat. "But it was no use. He kept saying he wanted to just let them go and leave with me but over and over he said he couldn't." She looked back at her friend. "And I'm stuck here now and compelled to stay here."
Bonnie nodded at her taking in all she was saying. "Well how long do we have? I can leave. What should I do?"
"Oh God Bonnie, he's coming!" Caroline face filled with fear. "Quick hide in the back!" Bonnie dove back into the trunk area of the SUV and pulled a blanket over her head just as the door opened.
At first she squeezed her eyes shut, hardly daring to breath but there was nothing but silence and she opened them a crack and saw a large book laying in the trunk, partially covered by the bag it was in. She did not dare lift her head but could see etchings on the front cover. It looked ancient.
Moving the bag she had to hold her hand over her mouth in her surprise. It was a Bennett grimoire!
Damon stepped through the doorway and into Elena's room seeing Elijah just standing at the window. The vampire looked deep in thought and had not even moved to acknowledge his presence in the room. Damon had seen him on his phone multiple times since they had been trapped there and hoped that Elijah had some kind of a plan too. He cleared his throat and walked to stand beside him.
Elijah turned to him, his expression pensive and even peaceful it seemed. "How is she?" Elijah spoke quietly and turned back to the window before Damon had answered.
"Scared," he replied quickly, knowing and feeling that was the most prominent emotion he could feel from her. "The knowledge of the babies she is carrying is making her more than afraid that she can't protect them. She is weak and tired and has lost a lot of blood and refuses to let me replenish her with my blood. And she had thrown up a lot today already."
"She is right," Elijah nodded, still looking outside. "About the blood. I have never heard of a child, let alone two conceived by a vampire and a doppelganger. You have no idea what you blood could do to them or her."
Damon was nervous. He had no idea truly what this man's intentions were for all of them. Only that he needed to stop Klaus from using the power his twins had. He had no idea if Elijah might also deem his children as a risk or a danger and want to eliminate them as well. He was scared to trust him fully.
"So how do we kill him?" he whispered, hoping desperately that there was an answer.
Elijah turned toward him, looking directly in his eyes. "You can't."
Damon felt that tiny sentence like it had punched him in the gut. Damn it! "What the hell are we supposed to do if we can't fucking kill him?!" He slammed his hands against the dresser, shaking it and shattering the some glassware on it.
"You need to calm down Damon," Elijah spoke quietly.
Damon glared at him, raising an eyebrow feeling his rage washing through him like lava bubbling in a volcano about to blow. "Calm down?!" He leaned down, growling, feeling the veins under his eyes pulsing as he gripped the edge of the dresser and then threw the rest of whatever was still on it to the ground beside him. "Then how the hell can I protect my family?!" he yelled out. Not at Elijah but just at the damn universe that had given him all he had dreamed and then was doing nothing but ripping back away from him!
Elijah just stood there looking like he was watching him like he was toddler having a temper tantrum. He blinked and leaned back against the frame of the window, crossing his arms on his chest.
Damon looked back up at him with his blood red vampire eyes. He saw the look of disapproval on the Originals face and he knew this was not helping. His vamp features melted away in an instant and he just stood there panting heavily. "What?!" he snapped at him. Elijah shrugged at him. Damon was furious, despairing, reaching for any answers. "If you had a family. A woman you loved more than anything and two tiny innocent children to protect from a fucking psycho...what would you do?!"
Elijah nodded again and looked like he might be understanding him and how he was feeling. "I was in love once Damon. A long time ago." He bent his head like he was thinking back. The man felt like he moved in slow motion Damon thought. They needed a plan and they needed it now, not a long trip down memory lane.
"Well then help me. Help me keep them safe, please." Damon pleaded.
"There is no way to kill him. Our father got rid of all sources of the only thing that could kill us centuries ago. Mikeal is the only one in procession of a weapon that would kill an Original. And that is only what I've heard. I've never seen such a weapon in my life."
Elijah lifted his head still focused back outside. "My brother is serious about burning us out of here." He pointed out to a vehicle that had just pulled up and a man was unloading large canisters. Gasoline...it had to be.
Damon swore under his breath and punched the wall beside him. "Well then tell me how to get her to your witches Elijah? You said we can cloak her, so lets do that. We can run and hide our whole lives if we have to. I just need your help getting her out of here. I thought if we could somehow create a diversion then use that to slip out of here with her we might have a chance."
Elijah tapped his finger on his arm still crossed on his chest. "There might be a way. We could play a shell game with him. My brother loves games and I can see him playing right along, if we are careful."
Damon listened to the vampire's plan. It could work. It might give them enough time to get her away without them knowing it.
"We would have to be quick," Elijah instructed. "And it would take two of us to pull it off. I have my witches close and I called in for more sires to help. There would be help out there, but I can't say how much."
Damon thought out loud Two of them? There was only Elijah, him and Stefan there. And Jeremy who had just turned. Bonnie was God knows where and he had no idea where Caroline was either.
"It would take speed, and cunning and then swift kills of anyone who followed. I cannot be killed with anything less than my father's weapon. But judging my the men Klaus has gathered...it would be a suicide mission for the second person." Elijah continued.
Damon's heart sunk.
Stefan would not be able to do anything. Jeremy was just getting used to his powers. There was no way he could kill quickly, without feeling. Or even run fast or anything. That left Elijah and...him.
Oh hell no! How would he ever tell Elena, or his babies...goodbye forever?
He swallowed hard, standing up tall, forcing his feelings back down as he clenched his fists. "Let's do it."
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