theVampire

Diaries

I hope you enjoy Chapter 2, again if there are mistakes PLEASE let me know, I'm not too good at this. Please enjoy.

Chapter 2

In the Mystic Falls Hospital was Mrs. Lockwood in a hospital bed with an arm brace on as she laid sleeping peacefully. she fluttered open her fair eyes to spot a silhouette standing at the window, instantly getting her attention.

"Tyler!" she exclaimed joyously as her son turned around, arms crossed.

"Mom. . ." He replied after seeing she was finally awake.

Tyler went to her side to comfort her, gently kissing the top of her head.

He had left for a reason, needing to better control his werewolf side but his mothers health was more important to him. Tyler had to return to Mystic Falls to check on her because if anything were to happen and he wasn't there. . . he could never forgive himself.

"You're back!" tears brimmed her eyes in joy to see him again.

"I'm back."

At the Mystic Grill Matt lifted an empty food basket cleaning off a table, as he looked up beginning to turn he came face-to-face with Caroline

"Jeez!" he said loudly, in a surprised manner.

"Sorry," Caroline laughed out the word, looking down, "I didn't mean to scare you." she said apologetically returning her gaze to his face with a large smile, stepping closer.

"Heh, It's Okay, I justーI didn't know you were here." he stammered in a happy tone that slightly faltered toward the end.

"Yeah, I wanted to try to catch you on your breaks, so we can hang out." Caroline said sweetly, swinging side to side.

"I have lunch in an hour." Matt said drawing out the 'I'.

"Perfect, I will go run some errands and I will be right back." said Caroline as she leaned up kissing Matt as he placed a gentle hand in her blonde curled hair.

"I'll see you in a bit." Caroline pulled back with a smile.

"Okay." Matt breathed out almost inaudible as he watched Caroline leave. His smile faded as soon as she was out of site, he turned around as he started to quickly walk down the row to join Liz at a table.

"Did she suspect anything?" Liz questioned leaning forward upon Matt's arrival.

"No, but. . . I can't do this anymore. I've been with her the past few days, and I'm putting on the best show of my life but. . . either she is too, or she's still the same Caroline."

"She's not the same. She's a vampire." Liz spoke while shaking her head.

"At this point I don't even know what that means!" Matt confirmed, using his hands for emphasis.

"Look, I know this is hard to understand, but my family. . . were raised with this. They're monsters, Matt! They have no soul, no humanity." Liz continued to shake her head.

"There's nothing about her that makes me believe that."

"It's an act! I believed Damon Salvatore was my closest ally in this town, instead he's a killer. They killed your sister." the Sheriff spoke calmly with an edge to her tone as she watched Matt move back with an angry, horrified look.

What Liz had told him was true but even so, Caroline wasn'tthe vampire who did that to his sister, she seemed very much the same; bubbly, insecure, and neurotic but in somewhat of a cute way. He knew her and she was anything but a damn murderer.

"What other proof do you need?" She continued with an expectant look on her face when he didn't answer.

"I could ask you the same question, Sheriff. Why haven't you done anything? Why are you hesitating?" Matt questioned with sass, tilting his head.

"Because I need more information," Liz said with nothing more than a blink of an eye, leaving Matt speechless. "And because in spite of everything I just said, I still look at her and I. . . I see my daughter." she continued with a small smile blooming on her lips.

"Damon is the problem, not Caroline. You should focus on him."

"I shouldn't have involved you, Matt. Thank you for all of your help, but. . . I'll take it from here." Liz said standing up and walking away leaving Matt to sit there blinking his eyes continuously in shock.

Stefan began questioning Alaric in the Salvatore living room, along with Jenna, Elena and Elijah also present.

"So you don't remember, anything that happened?" Stefan said with mock suspicion, slowly pacing around the room.

It wasn't that Alaric wasn't a trustworthy man, Stefan was just curious why Klaus would be so willing to release him.

"No, It's like I blacked out and woke up three days later. . . . Katherine was there." Alaric answered.

"She's under compulsion. Damon snuck her some vervain, but she can't leave until Klaus tells her she can." Stefan explained bleakly, his arms neatly crossed over his chest.

"Where is Damon?" Elena spoke up with a dipping frown. Clearly the mention of his brothers name had her asking of his whereabouts.

"I. . . saw him go upstairs." Jenna looked to her niece.

Elena gave an irritated sigh as she got up from the chair, immediately heading upstairs.

"So. . . what else did I do?" Alaric worriedly asked holding the 'So' a little longer than normal, after seeing Elena was gone. He got an estranged look from Jenna, that made the worry lines on his face deepen.

Stefan didn't trust Damon alone with Elena, he worried his older brother would try something stupid and selfish because that's what Damon does. Damon cared for Elena even if he wouldn't fully admit it and the nervous tension of waiting downstairs while he was up there with her was driving him crazy. It was like being on pins and needles the entire day, he could see in his brothers cold eyes that he had a plan forming beneath the icy blue surface and Stefan couldn't take waiting for him to do or say something horrible because Damon would do something horrible at one point and he didn't like thinking of the consequences of the dark thought looming in his mind.

"You disappeared." Elena said rather calmly, with a hand placed on the door frame.

He had heard her light footsteps making way to his room long before she had even spoken, making her presence known.

"I don't wanna hear anymore." Damon muttered standing at the window.

"I need you to understand why I'm doing this." Elena exasperated walking into the room.

"Why? clearly doesn't matter what I think."

"I'll be fine, Damon. I'll drink the elixir, Bonnie will kill Klaus," Elena shrugged. "And then all of this will finally be over." She stated leaning on Damon's bedpost.

"If it works." Damon said turning to her while closing his eyes in a heavy eye roll.

"It will work."

Damon heard her heart pace quicken as he felt the flare of Elena's defensive anger behind the totally 'foolproof' Elijah plan that she was so bent up on. Her snarky attitude being on display for him, full force.

"You think it will work. You want it to work. Why am I the only one who's convinced it won't. There has to be another way." He said more soothingly, fighting back the urge to let this conversation rear it's ugly head.

"There isn't." Elena shook her head raising her eyebrows.

"You're gonna die, Elena." he said approaching her.

"And then I'll come back to life." She said defensively, shifting her weight off the bedpost.

"That is not a risk I'm willing to take."

"But I am." she said taking both his hands in hers.

He stared at Elena's hands momentarily, before returning his gaze to her big brown eyes.

"It's my life, Damon. My choice." Elena spoke truthfully, patting his hands, her voice turning into a delicate whisper towards the end.

"I can't lose you." He admitted while staring at the stubborn brunette before him intensely.

"You won't." She had slowly looked around with a mere frown before saying to him gingerly, so sure of her own words it caused a sudden wave of silence from him.

They had stared at one another for awhile after all that was said, Damon being at a loss for words in their argument just simply gazed at Elena, her determination baffled him, leaving him stunned.

Why? He just kept thinking, he couldn't understand what drove her to believe that her being dead was going to be okay and non discussable.

With the arise of the confiding silence Elena let out a sharp exhale, slowly letting go of his hands and began walking away without a glance, nor word.

As she started to leave the room Damon looked down with a deep upset grimace, internally cursing at himself when he quickly began contemplating whether or not he wanted to make a desperate decision for Elena. It was a selfish act on his part, but it was the only alternative he could think of. He could feed her his blood and it would guarantee she would come back unlike the odds of that stupid elixir crap and that one valid point was surely enough for him, Damon had made up his mind.

He narrowed his eyes acting on instinct as he sped in front of Elena, stopping her from leaving, instantly getting a startled and confused look from her.

"There is another way." He said seriously, widening his eyes.

Elena hadn't answered for a minute, and when she had it came out very quietly and alarmed.

"What are youー. . . .?" Elena shook her head, looking down as she stopped mid-sentence, discombobulated.

She immediately started to take notice to the blood vessels that began twisting darkly on Damon's face; they looked like cracks in marble. His eyes were filled with bloodlust and appeared bloodshot, his white fangs coming exposed as he bit into his wrist, drawing blood from the two neat holes he had made, Elena having a terrified reaction as she shook her head ill-mannered, fearing what he was trying to do.

"Damon, NO!" She shouted as she watched him skeptically.

"Damon, no-" She tried to say again, but was stopped as he shoved his wrist over her mouth, forcing her to drink his blood, holding the back of her head in place. This was a solid way he knew Elena would come back, unlike Stefan with his optimism and full trust in Elena and her choices, he was willing to do whatever it took to keep her alive even if it may be against her wishes.

Elena was mortified, her shouts were muffled by his wrist, she couldn't get away. She struggled helplessly looking at him with sad, petrified eyes. Her face grew hot as her eyes welled with unshed tears as they stung, threatening to spill. She desperately wanted him to release her, she didn't want to become a vampire, the thought alone frightened her half to death. Now being faced with this, it became reality to her, she was going to die at the sacrifice and now she would come back as a vampire and not by her own choice.

"Damon, NO!"

"Damon, no-"

Stefan heard Elena's terrorized, pleaful cries cut off rigidly in horror from the living room. Something was definitely wrong. He had quickly excused himself from Alaric, Jenna and Elijah, leaving them all confused, zooming up the staircase in a life or death pace to get to Elena.

Damon's wrist was placed firmly over Elena's mouth as Stefan, in a blur came over to interfere with his brothers feeble 'idea'. His suspicion towards Damon was correct, he had been up to no good and now he had to fix things like always, it infuriated him that Damon harvested such an incapability to think things through until the damage was already done.

Stefan ripped Damon off of Elena, sending him across the room, resulting in him smashing his back off of a small wooden dresser, placed in the corner of his room. Elena on the other hand had gracefully fallen on her hands and knees with a small huff. Stefan stood in a defensive pose: balanced on his toes, fingers flexed, ready for a brawl.

"What did you do?" Stefan asked out of breath, watching his brother stand to his feet. "Huh? what'd you do!?" He shouted, aggression behind his tone as he began to kneel down to check on Elena.

Stefan already knew what Damon had done, He had selfishly made a decision for her, a life altering decision. Stefan was in denial of the thought and wanted to hear his brother fully admit to it.

"Saved her life." He finally answered, in what Damon must have thought was a bona fide way.

Elena could be heard coughing in disgust, wiping her mouth with the side of her hand.

"You're so bent on dying, at least this way I know you'll come back." He directed what he said towards Elena, widening his blue eyes.

"As a vampire," Stefan said gruffly, looking from his brother to Elena. "She'll come back a vampire." He repeated while standing up, hunched.

"It's better than nothing!" Damon stated desperately, his face switching from a gleam of sadness to pure anger.

Stefan never understood his attempts to try to submerge his emotions, it was like he thought it was a weakness to feel, to care but him being his brother he could see right through his whole facade. It then clicked in; inside Damon's dark twisted mind this was him caring for Elena's well being, It was his warped way of trying to protect her.

"How could you of all people take that choice away from her?" Stefan snarled in a rage filled fit as he made his way closer to his brother.

Elena sat still on the wooden floor of Damon's room, holding her waist with tears sparkling in her eyes, as a "Gah!" angrily spilt from her bloodied mouth. Both brothers turned to look at her as she cried aloud.

"Go ahead and wish me an eternity of misery, trust me. . . you'll get over it." Damon said ironically to Elena.

With that being the last straw, Stefan grunted charging at Damon with his teeth bared, knocking him flying over another small dresser located at the far corner of his large room.

"Stefan!" Elena cried out.

Damon quickly recovered grabbing a lamp stand, rushing towards Stefan pressing it against his chest to pin him against the wall as he tried to force it back.

"Admit it, you just wish you had the balls to do it yourself!" Damon's eyes blazed as he averred insolently, fueling Stefan's anger.

Stefan then furiously pushed the stand, hitting Damon in the cheekbone with the end of it, leaving a fresh dark bruise on his ivory skin. Damon had tried to retaliate by throwing a punch at Stefan but was quickly blocked by him grabbing a hold of his fist, resulting in Stefan landing multiple punches to Damon's face, before pulling his fist back to forcefully punch him again, making him fall down to his knees. He began making his way to the fallen Damon with his fist pulled back ready to punch him a final time when his brother scrambled to grab the lamp stand that laid in front of him and in a blur he harshly plunged it deeply into an enraged Stefan's stomach before he was even able to react. Stefan started to slowly descend to the ground in front of him, clutching Damon's shoulder for support as Elena ran forward pushing Damon away, grabbing Stefan's shoulder in a distressed fashion.

"Get out of here!" Elena demanded after she turned to Damon with a wrathful look on her face, as Damon stonily stared at them.

"What the hell's going on?" Alaric, out of nowhere had asked as he entered the room with Jenna following behind him.

"Get him out of here!" Elena urged in despair.

"Oh my god. . ." Jenna gasped seeing the damage.

Alaric made way to Damon, grabbing his elbow when Damon violently jerked his arm out of his grip in an instant, causing Alaric to back away with his hands up defensively. Damon ascended to his feet as Stefan painfully whimpered when Damon began to leave the room slowly, glaring directly at him, as if he could bore holes through him with his eyes.

"Uh. . . . Okay, Jenna, downstairs in the basement are some blood bags, go get them, now. Go!" Alaric frantically directed to a fumbling Jenna, she quickly started to leave the room in utter shock.

Elena deeply frowned holding the end of the lamp stand that was impaled in Stefan, tightly in her grip as she ripped it out from his gut with all her strength. Stefan cried out in agony as it was torn from his stomach leaving the open wound to settle in the mild air, the pain causing him to double over onto Elena for support. She carefully placed his head onto her lap as she cradled him in her arms.

"It's okay, . . . It's okay, it's okay. You're gonna be okay." She breathlessly repeated to comfort him, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Guh, I'm so. . . sorrー " Stefan hardly got out in a barely audible cry of excruciating pain as he winced.

The burning in his stomach continued, undiminished as it stung, with a gnarled pain as it made contact with the cool morning air. First it started as a dull ache from within the pit of his stomach, burning as it spread throughout every particle of his body. It was like he was on fire. Stefan was ashamed that he couldn't be strong enough for Elena, he had failed.

"Shhh, It's okay. . ." Elena whispered calmly to him placing a gentle, warm hand on his cheek, the other held his hand affectionately, the gesture bringing ease to his gaping stomach wound that caused his insides to scream out in agony.

"I'm sorry. . ." He forced the words out to her again.

Elijah remained in the living room, the elixir delicately being held in his hands as he examined it in it's exquisite bottle carved from refined crystal, as Damon walked by.

"It sounds like you won't be needing this anymore," Elijah remarked, indicating he had been listening to what was happening upstairs moments ago. "Feeding her vampire blood rendered it useless," He continued to babble after he was clearly being ignored, not taking a hint.

Damon stood next to the asshole, still ignoring him he decided to pour himself a drink. "Tell Elena I'll be back before nightfall, we'll proceed as planned." Elijah made his final statement before he walked away.

"We both know that elixir wouldn't have worked anyway." Damon said taking a swig of his whiskey.

"Your problem, Damon. . . you talk a good game, but you don't actually know. . . . anything." Elijah said making his way back over to Damon.

"She'll never forgive you," Elijah told him, as Damon barely turned to look at the man from over his shoulder. "And never for a vampire. . . . is a very long time." Elijah let his words linger as he turned to leave for the final time.

Damon thought about what Elijah had said, furrowing his brows sadly. He had messed up big this time, he might have just crossed that fine line of forgiveness for good. Elena had graciously forgiven him so many times when he had messed up in the past, it was in her human do gooder nature but after hearing Elijah's haunting words, his mistake had finally sunken in and he realized that he needed to fix this and make it up to her or he really would lose her forever.

Stefan sat beside Elena on his bed, sucking every last drop of rich crimson from a blood bag clenched in his hands tightly, to get his strength back. He tossed it aside once he had finished it's use.

"Thank you. . . Both of you." Stefan looked to Jenna and Alaric, truly meaning his words.

"Yeah, well, we'll be downstairs."Alaric said with pursed lips and his arms crossed over his chest as he left with Jenna seeing Stefan deserved a moment alone with Elena.

Alaric walked out of Stefan's Bedroom and down the hallway with Jenna by his side. He didn't know what to say to her, she had just learned about Vampires and has had to face so much in so little time, it was a lot for anyone to take in and try to absorb he couldn't even imagine what must be running through her head right now.

"I know it'sー uh, a lot to take." Alaric said to Jenna, walking down the broad stairs with her.

"Yeah. . ." Jenna briskly replied.

"I tried to protect you from all of this but I-I should have known you could handle it." He expressed to her with a faint laugh.

"Can I?" She looked down stopping dead in her tracks, turning to face him.

"Well, you just did. Jenna I know we have a lot to talk about. . ."

"I'm glad you're okay," Jenna interrupted moving closer towards him closing the gap between them. She brought her hand up to cup his cheek as their eyes locked. "I should have said that already." She laughed.

Her face was but mere inches from his as they both stared at one another in the silence. Alaric inched closer to her bringing his lips to Jenna's as they met in unison, they began to passionately kiss in a perfect, still embrace. She slowly pulled away resting her forehead to his, as they both smiled, delighted at each others company.

"How could he do that to me? Why?" Elena asked angrily looking into Stefan's green eyes, saddened.

Stefan stared at her notching his head to the side, watching her upset expression with keen eyes. He brought his hand up to the side of her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

"We never talked about this," He held her gaze as he spoke to her in a soft voice. "What this all means."

Elena moved away from his embrace, her eyes widening in realization of what Stefan meant as her lips parted open to speak in her defense.

"It doesn't matter. . ." She whispered to him her gaze drifting off to the side.

"Of course it matters." He said as he watched as her eyes briefly fluttered closed. "Hey, it matters." Stefan repeated making her lock eyes with him again, seeing her subtle expression in full view.

"I want you to go somewhere with me." He said smiling to her as he gently caressed her long silky hair.

Stefan could see all that had happened had brought sadness and unneeded stress to her so he wanted to get her mind off it best he could, fresh air was always a good fix.

"Stefan, I can't." She replied, her voice going hoarse.

"No, no, no. It's not far, okay? It's just for the day. I promise." He nodded to her, removing his hand to share a glance with her in the silence.

Elena took a sharp breath in, looking down contemplating his proposal before she looked back up with a slight nod of her head, giving in.