Chapter four

It's all my fault

Hey, I'm back with the next chapter. It didn't took that long, did it? I tried to hurry up, but I had some problems with it. I always write it the chapters in my native language first…and this time…I lost a part of it due to my lack to save some documents. So I had to reinvent it…Luckily I did remember most of the lines, so I hope it worked out well. Btw, thanks for the reviews and for adding me to your story alert/ favorite stories. I'm very grateful for that. You're all awesome…have fun reading.
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And then Ally emerged at the edge of his thoughts. He climbed up and looked at the kitchen table…ready to burn to the ground out of pure frustration.

Unbelievable!

She was off again.

He just couldn't believe it!

"Ally!" he yelled her name so loud that the whole neighborhood must have heard it. Everyone, except Ally.

He jumped up, planning to hit her if she had decided to work on his nerves…again.
He couldn't stay a nice person (well…nice in his own manner…which meant…everything except hitting her).

He started pacing around the house, looking for the noise of her heartbeat, but even that wasn't there. As if she had ever existed, but had disappeared into nothing. Who knows…maybe she had just been some kind of nightmare.

He shook his head. No…why would he dream of a little, annoying girl?

She was gone…ran off…maybe she went looking for Elena? Or maybe she was terrified of him and was that the reason why she had gone off.

God, he could get himself knocked down. He should have known that threaten her would be a bridge too far…but no…and now it was too late.

He threw a last glance at the hall and saw how his suspicions became a fearful truth. The front door was ajar and moved restlessly in the wind.

He took his Blackberry out, dialed Alaric's number and waited impatiently till he answered.

"Hey, Damon. What's going on?"

"If you were a little girl, where would you possibly go?"

"What?" Ric asked disconcerted.

"If you were a little girl, where would you go if you ran away? Just a hypothetic question."

"You've lost Ally?" He asked in deep shock.

"Nooooo," he said indignantly. "She's only temporarily gone."

"What? You've got to find her…Elena will kill you if something happens to her."

"As if I don't know that," he said while he heard a small panic bubbling in his voice. Not because of the fact that Elena would try to murder him. Oh no, not because of that - she wouldn't succeed in it anyway - but because of his fear to lose her. If anything happened to that kid, she wouldn't want to see him anymore for the rest of his life. And he couldn't bear that thought, cause she was the only one (although he would never admit it to her) that kept him from falling in the darkness of eternity.

"Ric, I have no idea where she is…I mean…where can a four year old toddler go? On her own?

"The toy store?"

"If that was a joke, then perhaps I should tell you that it wasn't funny at all. If I was you I would work some more on my humor."

"Calm down, Damon. Think…did she say something? Or did you say something that scared her?

"Why are you suggesting something like that? I would never…" He didn't end the sentence cause his head was showing him an image of Alaric who rolled his eyes in disbelief. It meant as much as: "Yeah, of course."

"Damon?"

"Maybe I scared her a little," he admitted, "but you should have been there, you should have seen how annoying she was."

Cause that was what she had been. She had stolen his phone and had called him annoying. And worst of all…

It was all his fault.

Why did he only realized it now? If he had played hide and seek, just as she had asked, then she wouldn't hate him and wouldn't had ran off too. She would be here…safe and sound.

"Damon? You're still there? Hello?" Ric sounded a bit impatiently on the other side of the line.

He had great difficulty with talking. In his throat, a painful lump had formed in which he menaced to suffocate. It was a part of something he had tried to deny.

Concern…something that told him that he didn't only care for how this would end for him…but also for the little girl. She was out there somewhere…alone, helpless, all because he had to be a heartless idiot.

"Ric…I…hold on." He had wanted to say something, but his attention was suddenly drawn by the drawings that Ally had left on the kitchen table. He carefully took one in his hand and let his eyes slid over the colors. She had divided the sheet in two parts. The colorful side, where happiness seemed to radiate from, showed a man and a little girl, holding each hands The simple drawing showed that the man was a firefighter…and Ally's father. The little girl next to him was Ally herself. The other side of the drawing was dark and joyless. Ally was crying, big tears flew all around her. Next to her she had drawn something that looked like a grave.

Then, suddenly he realized what she meant with it.

She had lost her father…and he had been a complete asshole to her, while she most certainly needed someone to talk to…or to play with…

Salvatore…you're a horrible person

"Damon?" He heard Ric's voice asking on the other side of the line.

"Ric, I think I know where she is."

"Oh, that's good. Let me know if you've found her."

"Fine," Damon said. "But keep your mouth shut to Elena."

"Of course," Ric said. The tone of his voice sounded like someone had just betrayed him. He would never betray his best friend…Not if it wasn't a life threatening case. "Hear you later then."

"Yeah, hear you later," Damon replied.

He put the Blackberry away and went outside the house.

It began to rain, like he had predicted, but in no time the little raindrops turned into a real storm. The rain was pouring from the sky and soaked him till he felt his clothes sticking to his body. Clouds had packed up together and it looked as if the night had already fallen. There was darkness all around him. Lighting lit it up for a moment, but disappeared as fast as it had come.

He didn't wait any longer and ran with vampire speed to the Mystic Falls cemetery, which was situated at the border of the town. It lay next to the old cemetery, that looked scary with its ancient tombs and non-pruned grass that was growing between everything. As if it came straight out of a bad horror movie. He ran through the gate and stopped in the middle of the new cemetery.
The wind blew between the graves, whispering a song, while going wild on the leaves of the trees and played with his dark brown hair. It filled his ears and made it difficult to distinguish any other noises…till he heard a heartbeat. Softly…

Ally's heart.

He ran in the direction of the noise and in the distance he saw a small figure sitting against a tombstone. She had swung her arms around her knees and her long curls were hanging around her face in thick, sticky strings. She was soaking wet… like a soaked cat. He couldn't exactly tell if the water under her eyes were tears or raindrops. Another lighting swept through the darkness and she flinched immediately.

"Ally?" he asked softly, so he wouldn't scare her to death.

Her brown eyes widened with fear first, but then they narrowed to see who he was.

"Damon?" she asked surprised, but softly.

"Yeah, it's me," he replied while he bent through his knees to face her. She looked at him with big, sad eyes and something deep down inside him, broke. How could he ever been so mean to this tiny thing?

"I want to go home," she squeaked, like a little wounded bird.

He nodded, raised his arms to her and she allowed herself to fall in them. She put her small arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.

And so he carried here all the way back to the house, while the rain fell mercilessly on them...

How did you like it? I know that it's sad for Ally, but this is how I invented her to be. She's a cheerful child most of the time, but sometimes she gets sad when thinking of her father. If you are wondering how he died, then don't worry, I will explain it in the next chapter. Btw…Damon starts to realize that he has been a complete asshole to her…how will that continue? Stay tuned. Next chapter will be up soon, but remember…it's a busy week at school…so it's possible that it takes a bit more time.