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Another chapter for you, an interesting one… And welcome new readers, especially Jessica - of Loki's Army, an alert about you following came right before I started to write this authors note, so I just had to greet you in it : ) Hope you like it….

AGirlThatDaresToDream


Chapter 8

The school bell has rang almost ten minutes ago and the hallway was empty as Jeremy closed his locker forcefully, causing the loud noise to cut the silence. Even though he knew he was late he didn't even bother to hurry on his way to the class. It has been a week after the vampire visited and it was the last time he heard anything about Elena, before Jenna forced him to go to school again. The rumours reached him there, rumours about his sister being some kind of an angel. He didn't know what to believe and truth says he didn't care. All he wanted was to save her, no matter what happened to her, when she was still alive. But time was running fast and his plans were getting more and more desperate.

He found himself standing in front of history class a minute later, hearing his teachers' strong voice even from where he was standing. The first vampire war. Great, like he wasn't sick of this monsters already. He entered when he heard a pause in the lecture, walking to his sit quickly, not saying a thing when mister Saltzman raised his eyebrows at him, but then decided to let it go.

When the eyes of his classmates left the boy the teacher continued where he left off. "When the feedings became frequent, our ancestors armed themselves with everything that can harm a vampire and started to form special groups almost like gangs which started to kill their attackers. There weren't many deaths in the beginning but after a few years' time members of these groups became more and more skied, causing many civilian of vampire race to lose their lives... So that's when their race decided to act."

The ringing in Jeremy's ears appeared as soon as the word innocent left man's mouth, causing him to grind his teeth, knowing that he won't be able to hold himself back for long. He should go home when he still had the opportunity. History was always a brainwash, when it came to the parts in which vampires were mentioned, making them look like victims or human saviours and this was the reason he hated it. It was hard not to yell that all this was a lie even before, but now, with god knows what happening to Elena and his friends avoiding him it seemed almost impossible. He closed his eyes for a second trying to think about something nice, but he couldn't remember anything.

"After they guaranteed that their kind is safe, they came to an understanding to protect us and them, which provided a balance between our kinds and shoved us that we can operate together like a normal society."

He couldn't be quiet anymore, he wasn't capable of it. "You mean like a completely totalitarian system, in which we are threatened every day and have to provide food for the ones who think they are above us…."

"Hold it right there." Mr. Saltzman stopped him, before he lowered his voice. "We will have to talk after class." Jeremy shot him a look, but then slugged, not even caring about what kind of rebuke he is going to get. School really wasn't the most important thing right now, but getting told off by the school principle really wasn't one of his plans for today.

….

"Close the door and sit down, please" The teacher told him after they entered his study, his voice not as hard as Jeremy expected caused him to obliged immediately, Mr. Saltzman following his movements and sitting on the other side of his desk.

"Do you know this would be the second warning you got this week?" The man said, but the boy could sense that he was teasing him a little, confusing him.

"Would be?"

"Yes, would be. You won't be getting one today, but you should know what you did was reckless." Mr. Saltzman's eyes drilled in to his, before he added something else that completely stole boy's attention. "You are not as alone as you think you are."

His expression was screaming trustworthy, emphasized by his short sand colour hair, but Jeremy know better than to be naïve. "What…?"

The teacher ignored his unfinished question, handing him a card with an address and a telephone number. "Now if you will excuse me…. I still have some work to do."

Jeremy stood up and slowly walked to the door thinking about what just happened as they closed behind him, subconsciously playing with a card in his palm until he realised that there words written on it with a blue pen and brought it closer to his eye, to read them.

My house, tonight, 11 p.m.


Damon stood at his office holding an x-ray picture towards the light again, as he did at least twice a day since he got it last week. He placed it on a special light than so it was easier for him to look and narrowed his eyebrows at what he saw, like he did every time, thinking hard, occasionally browsing through the internet or some of his books, hoping the stories about angels might give him the answer, knowing that if he won't in next few hours, his boss will sign the permission for using "the old fashion way" to unveil the mystery that will help them with the research.

He didn't want this to happen, thought, and cursed when his time ran out. If he would find a clue, just a little clue, he could be able to solve this the easy was. But of course there weren't any. Not a single one. How could it be as they never found a specimen like the girl? He signed and collapsed on his chair, giving in, thinking about what was about to happen, trying to get rid of his bad feeling. It's not like this wasn't a typical process in cases like that and it won't hurt her or anything, it just felt wrong and he could only hope that he won't lose his last chance because of it.

His thoughts wondered back to Elena. She could take this easily, he knew she could, yes her body was breakable, but she was strong. She seemed to be happy to see him every time he walked in to her room now, sleeping the rest of the time. It wasn't like she could do anything else between those white walls; the specimens were not allowed to have any kind of entertainment, and sleep was probably the only thing that didn't drive her nuts. It was hard to wake her, thought, he spent almost fifteen minutes trying, before giving up three days ago and from that on he only entered the room if he saw that she was awake trough the peephole.

The ringing of his phone brought him back to reality and he waited two rings before answering, knowing it was Blakemore.

….

She opened her eyes, slowly waking from quiet sleep, but didn't bother to sit up. Alluding to the lights that shined with all their brightness she could tell that it was still day. Afternoon maybe? Or evening? Surely she had already eaten her lunch. She lost the sense of time, right after this strange tiredness started, causing her to sleep almost all of the time. But it didn't feel like normal sleep where she was usually haunted by nightmares now. It was a dreamless sleep. It was deep and black pressing on her eyes, causing them to close quickly, after she felt it creeping after her. She was only left with a half of a minute before she fell asleep where she was, right at the spot. It scared her the first few times it happened, but now she got used to it, happy that this happened. Sleep was better than being bored, waiting with nothing to do, your mind running in circles, and waiting for your jailer researcher to come to talk to you.

They have formed a kind of understanding over past two weeks, Damon and her, even if they never talked about it. After the first week she could already figure out that he snapped at her because of his own problems, whatever they were, and will not hurt her if it won't be necessary for the research. That and the fact that she was isolated from other people caused her safety distance to shorten and she couldn't say that she wasn't afraid of him anymore, but she trusted him enough that she believed he told her the truth about her research process, answering all of the questions he asked her except the personal ones like about her family, friends or her life before her unexpected transition, even if he was being professional about this she drew the line at her families safety. She asked him many questions about them, but only got little information. Her brother lived at her aunt Jenna; they were both sad but fine, trying to continue their lives as normally as possible. Three facts, that was all, but it was better than nothing.

What drew her out of her misery were only Damon's around thirty minutes long visits, at least twice a day and fascination over all of the things he told her about her new form. Every few days she learned something more, like that her heartbeat was faster than usual and her blood was weird, but what excited her the most was that apparently she should be able to fly. If she could, she would try to put her wings at use the second she received this information, but then the exhaustion kicked in and the room was too small to try anything anyway.

She sat up and scratched, listening to footsteps that echoed through the hall, waiting to hear the familiar ones.

….

It must have been hours before she did. The sound woke her up completely and she stood up, both expectation and nervousness overcoming her as the long determined steps stopped in front of her room door and a second later they opened.

Dressed in a white robe like usual, with his black suitcase in his hand he motioned her to come to the door and she knew they are going to have another of their talks. The security assurance came quickly, but Damon stopped her before she could reach for the door handle, anxious to finally leave the trap of these four white walls and see the sun through the window.

He sighed, suddenly looking tired, when he looked her in the eyes. "Do I even need to remind you?"

She tensed a little, something in his voice and body language making her feel uneasy. "No."

He opened the door for her. "After you, than."

….

He could almost feel her fear as they reached the talk room, as he liked to call it. She didn't smile at the sunlight like she usually did, just slowly walked to her usual chair and sat down, waiting for him to start talking. Of course she sensed that something wasn't right, he should have expected it, but her sense for feeling with people astonished him anyway. Evan after two weeks it still fascinated him.

He took his time, slowly taking her file from his case to the table and reading trough last findings, trying to find something positive, before he will have to tell her about the next step of the research.

"I have two things to tell you about today and we will start with the good one, OK?"

She nodded, too quiet, and he forced a small smile on his face to destroy the tension.

"I finally received the results of the special test they did with your blood and they are quite interesting." He paused, wanting to hear her voice.

"Interesting?" She turned her head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"They tested your cells and well, they aren't aging." He gave her time to process the information, scanning her messed hair and her face, before it lit up in realisation mixed with shock.

"I am not aging?"

Her expression was priceless, not failing to make his problems feel smaller. "Not physically, no."

She seemed to be lost in her thoughts, and he left her. It was a big change after all, especially for a teenage girl even for a special one.

"So that means I can't die?" She broke the silence.

"It's much more complicated than that." He continued after she looked him with interest. "You won't die from old age, but my co-workers found out that your cells can be destroyed or injured, and you know what that means… You can die if you got hurt or get ill, but not from your age."

"Well, that will take me some time to process," she smiled, all of the tension gone for a moment, before her eyes darkened again. "Now what's the other thing?"

He took a deep breath, wishing he wouldn't have to be the one to push her past brief smile into oblivion. But he told her that he will inform her of everything in the research that will affect her directly. He didn't tell her about his talk with her family because he didn't want to be asked millions of questions that would not be of use to anybody, but he would rather tell her about this now that have to deal with a panic attack in a next few days.

"We found something strange in your x-ray picture." He pulled it out of her file showing it to her, and tapped the small round bright thing, which seemed to be connected to her stomach and one of her main arteries. "It looks like an organ, and we are suspecting that it has something to do with the strange substance in your blood I told you about, but we aren't sure."

He scanned her face, knowing what his next words will cause and chose to use the most formal and fast way possible.

"We will have to do an operation to figure out what the organ is for, and maybe finding out what the substance is."

…...

She stood up completely in shock and backed away from the vampire towards the locked door, hearing her heart running wild. She could suddenly sense the room was squeezing her, feeling more trapped than ever before, one of her worst fears after she came to this place coming true.

This cannot be true, please say that I am dreaming, please anyone, please….The sentences kept running through her mind were the only thing keeping her sane enough to ask the only reasonable question in this situation.

"When?" Her voice sounded strange, even to her ears and she had to focus hard to even sense it.

"In a few days, surely this week", came the response from the other side of the room and then she could see him taking small, slow steps towards her, despite her blurred vision.

"Hey, listen to me." He said after he stopped at the border of her safety distance, crossing it when he took her palm in his. "It is not going to be like you are probably imagining right now. You will be given a sedative first, so that you won't be so afraid, you will get anaesthetics and fall asleep. As soon as we will be done we will heal you with some of our blood. When you will wake up, everything will be healed." She could feel him squeeze her hand. "You won't feel a thing, I promise."

She forced her head to form a nod, some of the panic disappeared but not enough for her to calm down. She knew she won't be able to do this until everything will be over, and when she was alone in her room again, she pleaded for the deep sleep to come after her again, the only hope she had was dreamless night and the trust she grew to have in Damon.


So next chapter is going to be really interesting, there will be a conversation between Alaric and Jeremy. And I am really worried about the surgery…. How will it go?

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