So, I know you guys are probably mad as hell at me but I'm back now. I was at my friends for five days and we were at swimming pools and the lake and even a water park. So, sorry! Here you guys go! I also read The Short Second Life Of Bree Tanner. I HATE Riley. The part in Damon's point of view he's asleep, knocked out, whatever.

BPOV

I turned from Katherine's body to that of my brother. Elena had managed to bandage the wound. Damon still wasn't awake.

"We have to get him home." I whispered, kneeling next to him.

"I'll help." Emmett said, stepping forward. I nodded.

"Just get him to the house. Carlisle, can we borrow an IV, I don't think he can drink any blood." Carlisle nodded. Emmett picked Damon up and we ran home.

Emmett laid him down on his bed and looked at me.

"You were awesome today! Totally kick-ass!" He said.

"Thank you, Em, for everything." I whispered, hugging him.

"He'll be okay." Emmett whispered, trying to make me feel better. "I promise"

"Don't make promises you can't keep. He did." I said, pushing away from him and going to Damon's side.

"I'm sorry, Bells. Can I do anything?" He asked.

"Can you turn back time?"

"No. I wish I could." He said, looking down at me. I smiled.

"You can go home. There isn't much anyone can do. Just hope, and pray." I sighed. He nodded.

"Call me, okay. Anytime." I nodded and he was gone. Elena joined at his side a few minutes later. She took his hand and whispered a prayer.

Carlisle came in after a while and hooked up the IV. He showed us how to switch the blood bags out and told us to call if anything happened.

DPOV

I opened my eyes and blinked a few times because of the brightness.

It was all white at first. Then it got clearer. Their were buildings, and trees, and people.

I stood and walked toward it all in awe. People smiled at me and waved.

"Where am I?" I murmured. The people laughed and kept walking.

"Damon!" A woman's voice called. I looked toward it and gasped.

"Rose?" I whispered. She threw herself at me and hugged me tight. She looked and smelled the same as she had in 1864.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. "Oh, what does it matter? You're here!" She kissed me and the sparks flew.

"Where am I?" I asked, looking around.

She laughed and pulled my hand. "Come on." She pulled me down the street.

"You've been a bad boy, it's shock you're even here."

"Where is here?"

"You really don't know?" I shook my head and she stopped.

"Damon, you're in Heaven."