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I waited with my head in my hands for almost an hour; I honed into the thoughts whizzing around like ping-pong balls in the emergency theatre-room.
She's lost too much! One voice said frantically as he rattled the instruments on the table- I assumed.
No. Another one said softly, almost in complete disbelief. I watch them pull her parents out that mangled car! She's not dying with them!
There was flutter in my heart, one that I understood, but it had been so long since I felt anything real it was almost felt it was manifestation of what I should be feeling.
I thought twice- maybe even three times about bursting through the door and shoving some vampire blood down her throat, but for once I was completely broken…
That tears it! I rose to my feet and got ready to bust in their and demand what was going on- it had been nearly an hour and a quarter.
"Relax, brother." Stefan said suddenly appearing in my line of sight and holding a styrofoam-cup of coffee.
Coffee didn't numb the blood cravings like alcohol did, but I knew that Stefan wasn't trying to suppress his blood-lust; he was trying to fit in.
Like a boyfriend who would drink capacious amounts of coffee until he heard the news of the patient- in most cases his girlfriend.
"Can you go mope somewhere else?" I asked him indignantly. I wasn't unhappy to be angry with him- for some reason; I couldn't stand him right now- anger was the way togo for me.
It would be so easy to blame my brother for Elena's blood-thirsty demon-child's birth- but alas, I was now sure it was mine.
I know, I kept thinking that over and over- but all I could think of, was what if Elena does die? The daughter would be my only connection to her.
And if I had that maybe I could pull through.
"You don't need to be a dick, Damon." Stefan said crossly as he twirled the coffee-cup between his fingers.
"I'm not, Stefan," I sung almost sarcastically. "I'm just looking out for Elena."
"Yeah," Stefan said with a nod, his voice soft and almost bordering on threatening. "Elena."
I looked at him carefully, but before I could ask him what's with his attitude, he continued speaking.
"And…how's that working out for you, brother?"
I think you know. Pretty. Fucking. Well. I snarled in my thoughts. My smile was tight, and my words were cutting.
"Let's see…after being told vampires can't procreate- I just delivered a blood-sucker-"
"It's not a-"
"Yes, it is, Stefan!" I raised my voice at him my resolve to stay civil breaking away like an eggshell being cracked.
Piece by piece, my emotions came back- hurt, grief and one most dominate- fear- fear like icy-cold water being poured on me, but laced with vervain.
Every time I breathed, I knew it didn't matter whether I did or not- but, Elena always told me to keep breathing, and I would think the same of her.
It was pathetic really- I wasn't going to go all Twilight on her and say 'keep your heart beating' but I was getting tempted to go in there and say just that.
"Damon?" Stefan called.
"What?" I asked half interested and half not.
What could he possibly say that would make this whole crap-fest better. Nothing!
"You needn't worry," He warned. "Because I know you didn't feed her your blood."
"That's the fucking point!" I snapped. "I didn't think! I just told her to bare-down and give me this child!"
"That's okay." Stefan replied with an air of calm- I don't know how he can be…
"How is any of this okay?" I demanded.
"Because, you might not have fed her your blood…" He began- cautiously I might add. "But, I fed her mine."
But…that means?
My mind flashed images faster than any human could ever understand- and then it all became clear.
My mouth was agape, my eyes wide and calculating. "What?" I snarled baring my teeth in the most territorial way.
My face twisted into one of fury- if she became a vampire tonight…it was because of Stefan...
To be Continued…
Dun-Dun-dun! Cliffhanger!
Thoughts?
Finally worked out how to put *lines! Took me long enough! Lol