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New update again :), despite all of the exams… I couldn't help myself; I just love this story so much… Before you begin, I want to thank you for your all for supporting this story (reviewing, following or adding it as your favourite.) You are the best. ;)
So in this chapter you will accompany Damon as he will try to talk to Elena calmly and started his research, and Elena who is trying to keep herself together. Enjoy,
AGirlThatDaresToDream
Chapter 3
She was sitting on the bed, whit her knees pressed to her chest watching her wings gently flap like she wanted them to at the corner of her eyes. It was strange, feeling how the wind she created caressed the feathers. Strange, but beautiful and peaceful at the same time, helping her not to focus on the mess she was in. Not for long, unfortunately.
As soon as she heard footsteps stop in front of her room, she stood up, feeling the cold of the cement floor under her bare feet. She took a step back when she saw the visitor. It was the man from before. The vampire from before, she corrected herself. The one that asked questions. Panic ran through her. She wasn't ready for this. Not yet.
….
Damon hesitated for a second, when he saw how the fear made angels body tense. He knew that if he was going to scare her too much, she won't be able to tell him anything. Hell, he didn't even know if there was anything else for him to figure out.
He opened the case he was carrying in his right hand, less than a second ago and pulled out the girls file, which was still empty, except for the photocopy of last night's record.
He sighed not knowing where to start, trying to be as professional as possible.
"My name is Damon Salvatore and I am the head of your research. You will be informed about any progresses in it." He raised his eyebrows. "If you would like to know about them, of course."
He looked at the girl who was still keeping a safety distance between them, but offered him a small and silent nod as an answer. "Great," he smiled. "Now all we have to do is to fill up this file and then I will have to take your blood sample." He sat down on the floor, right where he was standing before and signalled her to do the same. She didn't move.
"Look, I am not going to eat you or anything, OK? I'm just trying to do my job."
She slowly followed his movements, but not before she took another step back. "So you are going to tell me about what you are going to do before doing it?" Her voice was quiet, but strong. Although she obviously tried to hide it he could still hear the shadow of fear in it.
"Yeah, that's the process," he confirmed, even if only him and maybe two other researchers really considered it.
"Thanks." He looked at her surprised. Thanks? This certainly wasn't a response he expected. It was like she knew, that not everyone here is like him. The hope and curiosity inside him started to grow.
"So… I will ask you some questions for the file now. We will start with the easy ones. You shouldn't have any need to lie to me, if you do, I have to warn you, I will know." She didn't even blink at the treat, just slowly and carefully flapped with her wings.
"What's your name and how old are you?" Was she still the same person, or just a body in someone else's hands?
"Elena Gilbert, I am sixteen." Still the same soul then, he thought, when he noted the data to the file.
She answered all of his questions without restraint, but he could see her becoming uneasy when he asked her about what happened last night.
"The car… When we were driving home we… We were talking; my dad turned around, and lost control of the car I guess…" She was hugging herself now, gently rocking back and forth.
"What were you talking about?" he asked, interested in knowing the answer.
She glanced at him, with a cold look. "It's not important."
He decided to let it go. "Continue, then."
She did as he said her voice so quiet she was almost whispering. "I fell unconscious almost instantly. I couldn't breathe… I woke up on the side of the river like this, when I woke up again I was here."
Disappointment and anger flooded him. "So you don't remember anything from when you were unconscious? You heard nothing? Didn't dream of anything or something like that?"
"Not that I remember." They just sat there intent in their thoughts as the silence lasted. Damon was angry not at the girl, thought, but at himself, for blindly believing in something and expecting a sign. It was just stupid. Her question brought him back, to reality.
"What happened to them? My parents?" She looked scared of the answer.
He closed his case, without even looking at her and head to the door. "They are dead," he snapped before he slammed them behind him.
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He couldn't remember the last time he felt such disappointment. He launched himself on the chair in his office, after throwing all of the files on table to the floor. He tried to calm himself down, drowning his thoughts in a glass of bourbon. It helped him think.
He sat there for almost an hour, just emptying the bottle and thinking about the world, God, if there was one and the girl. There were two possibilities he was finally sure.
First is that she really has no idea why this happened, but she is still an angel, so there has to be purpose for why she became one. Looks like whoever is up there and runs this world, didn't want her to die. He didn't care if it was the nature or God. If this is true, he will found answers trough the research.
The second was that she was lying, and she actually does remember something she's not telling him.
The first possibility was much more reasonable, because she knows about compulsion, but maybe she had been told not to tell him the information she could be hiding. Well at least finding the true isn't going to be hard, he half smiled, than grew solemn.
He snapped at her, when she just lost her parents. Great job, Damon. She was probably crying her eyes out, not willing to tell him anything by her free will ever again. But what was done was done, he is not going to apologise for it, even if he knew it was wrong. His first priority now was to found out what is really going on.
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Elena still sat like she did when he was there, crying with her eyes closed, all of her hope gone with only one sentence. They are dead… They are dead…. The words echoed through her head like a cry in the tunnel. She thought about Jeremy. He must be so alone now, only fourteen years old and already without a family. It was wrong. She should be there for him instead of being stuck here, with the vampire who was only interested this research because he obviously thought she was send to him by god. She stopped at the thought for a moment trying to distract herself, thinking about what the hell did he want an angel for.
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