Chapter eleven

I have a bad feeling about this

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Moonwolflove

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"Okay, I'll see you soon again, sweetie," she said as she stroked Ally's head. "Watch her. I wasn't kidding when I said that." It was directed at Damon.

"I know, you're incapable of any form of humor."

She threw him a quasi-evil look. Then she turned to say goodbye to everyone, gave Stefan a kiss (why Stefan?) and then she walked out of the house.

Ric looked in her direction and when he heard the door close, he said: "So, who wants to get that moonstone back?"

It was broad daylight, but the forest seemed surprisingly and eerily dark, the trees covered the world below them and there was an atmosphere that couldn't escape them. Especially not Ally, whose eyes shot wildly back and forth, as if a wild animal could jump from the bushes every second. Her hand firmly grasped Damon's; without taking her eyes from the trees. Damon had a hard time suppressing a smile. If he decided to scare her now, she would probably fall over…but he couldn't do that to the poor child. She was already afraid enough without him being a complete idiot.

Stefan, who was leading the way, stopped abruptly. If he had put one step further, he would have fallen…four meters directly into the darkness. The gap to the tomb openly lay in the middle of the woods. It was a true miracle that a random passerby had never accidentally fallen into it…although…that would have been a very stupid passerby. It was a big hole after all…you couldn't miss it.

"You guys can go down," Stefan said with a nod to the hole. "I'll wait here for Bonnie."

Ric nodded, tied a rope around a big tree and prepared himself to descend into the depths.

Ally slowly walked forwards, step by step, and peered over the edge of the hole, almost immediately backing away in fear.

"Damy, that's too deep," she whined softly.

"It looks deep, but it isn't," he said while he stroke her head in a reassuringly manner.

"Really?"

"Really."

"What's down there?" she asked, planning to keep her title of "hundred questions" questioner in honor.

"The tomb," he replied with a simply voice.

"That room under the ground?"

"Yes, that one."

"Are there…spiders?"

"Why? Are you afraid of them?"

She nodded wildly and her eyes grew big…bigger. He had wanted to answer "yes", because that was the truth. It would be weird if there wouldn't be any of those creepy animals down there but if he told her that she would refuse to move another step. So he had to make reality a little bit less scary for her.

"Only little ones, Ally. So little that you're almost unable to see them. They won't harm you."

"Okay," she mumbled, still not very at ease.

She paused briefly, perhaps for about five seconds and then she asked softly: "How do we get there?"

Good question, Damon thought. He couldn't just jump down…she would find it suspicious…but children were gullible after all…so maybe he had to take that little risk and do it in his own way…in vampire style. She wouldn't catch on, she was too young and plus he would be too quick for her to even think anything of it. Moreover, it was a really bad idea to let Ally climb all by herself. His head automatically showed him a few images of what could possibly go wrong…and he didn't like it at all. He shook them out of his mind, took her gently in his arms and jumped, without saying another word. Ally screamed her longs out of her tiny body; her arms gripped him so tightly that even he felt stifled for a moment. Her screams were buzzing through his ears, as if someone was scraping chalk on a blackboard. It was worse than Bonnie giving him a migraine attack. God, he was more than happy that she finally stopped when they were back on solid ground. She looked around her, surprised that he hadn't hurt himself or her, cause of the jump.

"How did you do that?"

"What?"

"You jumped… a really big distance down. We… we didn't get hurt. How?" She stammered, obviously not understanding anything of it.

"I'm good at jumping. I told you it wasn't that deep, didn't I?" Her big brown eyes looked at him in an incredulously manner, but then he saw the change shining through them. He could see the questions she was undoubtedly asking herself…why the hell would she doubt him? He was older than her…much older…and why would he lie to her? He had no reason to do so…did he? He wasn't going to answer the last one, too difficult to explain.

"Yes…okay," she said then, planning to believe his words.

He put her down on the ground and stared into the darkness of the tomb. It was deathly quiet in there… A shadow detached itself from the wall and the slim, perfect body of Katherine Pierce slowly took shape. Her long naked legs (she was still wearing that short dress from the masquerade ball), her small waist, shoulders and eventually her face became clear. It was like he stared in Elena's eyes…a diabolical version of Elena.

"Hi, Damon," she said with her enchanting, seductively voice. The same voice that had been able to mess up his head, a very long time ago. But now…he didn't care about it anymore. Not since those lips had said that she doesn't love him at all.

"Katherine," he said without a hint of a smile on his face. The hatred he felt for her flared in his chest and if his gaze had been lighting, she would have been dead by now.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" she asked indifferently, as she leaned against the wall with her dark eyes staring at him. He could see the difference now…Elena's eyes were chocolate brown, not so dark and a lot of shades warmer. He tried not to think of Elena and turned his thoughts back to the bitch.

"You have something that I want," he said simply as he approached. "And I want you—no; I need you to give it to me." He could almost touch her; he could almost knock that beautiful head of hers against the wall. Almost…but almost was a big step. It was a step between being imprisoned and being free. He knew exactly where the invisible wall was and he absolutely wasn't going to lock himself up for an eternity of misery…with her. Wasting away with her annoying whining in the background…no thanks.

"You mean this?" she asked defiantly as she swung the moonstone back and forth. "Come and get it, beautiful." She smirked toward him holding it out closer to him, but just far enough away that he would have to walk past the barrier to get it. She was playing her stupid little games again, how pathetic.

"How stupid do you think I am?" Damon asked, folding his arms. "I know what you do, Katherine. You try to manipulate and you used to fool me" He held out his finger. "You hear me? Key word there… used. I am done playing games with you; I know all your tricks.

Her lips curled up in a devilish smile and in her eyes a mocking glare appeared. "You really don't want to know the answer to that. I really had you good didn't I? I had you and your brother wrapped around my little finger, neither of you knew what you believe. You thought I was the most precious thing ever."

"Yeah and how stupid were we?" Damon ignored her little babble. "True, but frankly Katherine, I do not give a shit what you think." He said with a small smirk.

"No, that's true," Katherine said while tapping her chin. "You're the little slave of Miss Gilbert now…how could I forget."

"I'm nobody's slave," he snarled evilly. The realization that she was provoking him only came a few seconds later. He didn't have to listen. He could just ignore her, just as simple as he had decided to banish her from his heart. God, after all that time he had loved her, she showed her true being, how she really was…and the burning love he had felt for her, froze. The flame, his love for her, had died without the passion. The flames that went along with that fire were extinguished, and would never resurface again. He would have done anything for her. He had been willingly to give up his human live to be with her forever. Like she had ever cared about that. She never loved him at all, she loved Stefan and she still did. Stefan… It would always be Stefan. Afterwards he hadn't been surprised that she had told him that. She was a selfish, intimidating, spirit-oppressive bitch after all. But with Elena he had hoped all things would be different. He had hoped that she would love him…because that was what he did. He loved her unconditionally. How was it possible that he and his brother were always falling for the same girl? How was it possible that he was always the one who ended up with a broken heart?

He tried to suppress those depressing thoughts, banished them to the furthest corner of his mind and then he turned to Ric. A smirk appeared on his mouth when he saw his friend, who was searching for the ground with one foot, as if he was afraid to fall on his butt. It was pretty funny to see him like that. You'd think a vampire hunter would be able to climb a bit quicker than that.

"Wow, Ric. It only took you about fifteen minutes to descend those four meters," he said with a grin.

"Have a fun time laughing, Damon. My time has yet to come."

"Sure, whatever… believe what you want."

Ally had been busy watching Ric to make sure he wouldn't fall. Damon had been watching her from the corner of his eyes; he was sure she had stayed at the same place the entire time but suddenly, her tiny figure was gone.

"Elena?" He heard her astonished whisper, floating through the air like a feather, almost inaudibly and disappearing into the silence. He had heard it before he realized what it meant. It meant troubles. He hardly dared to turn when he heard Ally's heartbeat accelerate and he practically heard fear leap out of her delicate aura pounding through his head like a large drum.

He could feel Katherine's eyes, burning into his back and a frightening feeling took him over completely. This was her doing, he just knew it. He got a feeling, a feeling that he had failed Elena… he failed to keep her safe. He should have been watching her the entire time. His worst nightmare had come true when he in fact heard her soft, delicate, helpless voice whisper the one single word that shattered his world and made it come apart.

"Damy".

He slowly turned to confirm how horrible his reality had just become within a few mere seconds. Katherine was still there…but she wasn't alone. One of her thin, pale, desiccated arms was placed around Ally's neck, whose eyes were sparkling with pure agony. Her hands pulled wildly at Katherine's arm, struggling for breath and the freedom that never came. Damon felt completely and utterly powerless…what could he do?

Little cliffhanger…I'm a bit mean, I know. What will happen to Ally? Is she going to be alright?
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