Chapter 13: Sorrow
From Sorrow by Flyleaf
Damon: [glaring at Ian]
Elena: [staring at Ian]
Stefan: [brooding]
Me: [looking from Damon to Ian every two seconds. Drooling]
Ian: [smiling obliviously]
Damon: I hate you.
Ian: [frowns] Why?
Damon: You're a human replica of me.
Ian: Well, that's not my fault. For all you know, I could be your great great great great grandson. So there. Hi grandpa!
Damon: [twitch]
Stefan: I don't think Damon's had any kids.
Me: [grins] how do you know?
Damon: [growls at me]
Me: [giggles]
Elena: Yeah right, like Damon could handle a kid.
Damon: I handle Stefan, don't I? [smirk]
Me and Ian: ooooh! Buuurrrnnn!
Stefan, Elena and Damon: [roll eyes]
"Sometimes life seems to quiet into paralyzing silence like the moonless dark meant to make me strong. Familiar breath of my old lies, Changed the color in my eyes… Left alone with only reflections of the memory… Sitting closer than my pain he knew each tear before it came. Soon He will perforate the fabric of the peaceful by and by…"
"John took Elena." Bonnie said frantically.
She waited for Damon to yell through the phone, but what she got was Damon appear right behind her. "How the hell did he get in here?" He hollered at her.
There was a sudden brain-splitting throbbing in Damon's head. "Ah!" Finally, the throbbing stopped.
"Don't yell at me!" Bonnie said.
"This is no time to be worried about hurting feelings!" Damon shot back. "How do you know it was John?"
"This." Jeremy held up a torn page out of Elena's diary.
Elena is not Katherine. I won't have her turn into your little plaything. She's my human daughter and I intend to keep her that way.
"Bonnie," Damon said sternly. "Can you do your Emily's old locator spell?"
"I…yes."
"Good."
"I'll need blood or hair."
Damon growled irately. "And how are we supposed to get that?"
"Well…have you and Elena… shared blood recently?"
"Yes." A slight smirk formed on his features when the little witch's eyes widened.
"How long?"
"Last night."
"Y-" Bonnie did a double take. "Uh…then her blood should still be in your system. I could use yours."
"But I fed on a girl earlier. That won't affect it?" Damon raised an eyebrow skeptically.
Bonnie sighed. "Have you taken Elena's blood before?"
"Yes."
"Okay, it'll work. Trust me, Damon; my grandmother uses to do this a lot."
Damon scoffed at the word "Trust." Damon Salvatore did not trust. Well, except for Elena, but he did NOT trust those he tried to kill.
"And I should believe you, why? The last time I did that you almost got me killed."
"Then she saved your ass," Jeremy chimed in.
Damon turned to glare. "She wouldn't have had to if she-"
"Guys!" Bonnie exclaimed. "Stop! Damon, this time it's for Elena's safety, not yours."
Damon couldn't argue with that blunt logic. "Fine." He growled.
Bonnie and Jeremy watched as Damon quickly bit his wrist and held it out to the witch.
A repulsed Bonnie cringed away, but Damon raised his eyebrows at her.
"Alright."
Elena gave up trying to escape, or try to talk her father out of keeping her here.
"I don't want you to end up like Katherine." He had said. "And I sure as hell don't want you to become a Vampire."
She sat on the bed of some cheap motel room; John sat there, just watching her.
"Why are you keeping me here?"
"I already told you." He replied. A Pause. "Can I tell you a secret?"
Elena didn't say anything.
"When I walked in on you and Damon, I had no intention of taking you. I honestly just wanted to talk. But then, when I saw you two…I knew you were going to end up like her. I couldn't have that for my daughter."
Elena glared. "Why are you comparing me to her?"
John sighed, and then tried a different approach. "Why do you think Damon has kept you around so long?"
"It's not because-"
"Oh, Elena, I assure you that it is."
"No. He said-"
John stood up suddenly. "Did you believe what they said when they said they weren't hurting Caroline? How about when they said Katherine died? How about when they said they would keep Vicki from hurting people?"
"That is completely different!" Elena yelled.
"Oh, really? What makes you think that both of them weren't lying to you when they both said they loved you?"
"Because I know them." Elena said softly.
"Do you really? Think about this- You know that Stefan came to Mystic Falls to visit Zack, he saved you, let my brother and his wife die,"
"He-"
"Then practically stalked you to make sure you weren't Katherine, and then supposedly fell in love with you. Damon, on the other hand, only messed with you to get at Stefan, then pretended for a while that you were Katherine, then used you to get her back. Then he supposedly fell in love with you, he has his way with you, then boom! Katherine shows up, and then he calls you Katherine."
"How-"
"Elena, please. I'm not stupid. I've been watching you since you were little."
Elena stood up angrily. "Really? Then why did you give me up?"
"Because I didn't want you around Vampires!" He shot back. "But apparently you wanted otherwise!"
They were inches apart, yelling at each other when suddenly John pulled his hand back and slapped Elena hard enough to send her hurdling to the floor. John took a deep breath, looking at the girl on the floor before kneeling down beside her. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up.
"Now, you listen to me, Elena." He said furiously. "You stay away from the Salvatore brothers or I will kill every single one of you. Stefan, Damon, Bonnie, Jeremy and you."
"You're crazy."
John chuckled. "The pot calling the kettle black, Elena."
He let go of her hair, and, ignoring the pain where he pulled and her bleeding lip where he had hit her, she stood up.
"I'm not crazy." She said sternly.
John sat on the bed, not taking his eyes off of Elena. He smiled slightly. "Oh no, getting involved with two Vampire brothers is the sanest thing you've ever done, Elena."
Elena just stood there and glared.
"You still don't believe me." John said.
"About?"
"The Salvatore brothers – Damon especially – only keeping you around because you look like her."
"Damon killed her."
"That doesn't mean anything."
"He loves me." She whispered.
John tilted his head to one side. "You're not so sure anymore."
He stood up, causing Elena to reflexively jump and take a step back. "Think about this, Elena. In 1864, he slept with Katherine. Katherine before she was turned had a kid. That kid had a kid and so on, eventually producing Isobel. Damon slept with Isobel, too. Isobel had you. And…"
Elena understood what John was saying and swallowed.
"Yep, you've got it, don't you? You see the pattern. And - here's the funny thing; it all leads back to Katherine Pierce. He only cares about himself and killing."
"In most cases, yes." A familiar voice said. "Like now."
Damon launched himself at John, who took a blow to the stomach before landing against the wall 4 feet away.
He grabbed Elena and made a run for the door when a loud bang! Sounded, sending Damon to the floor. Elena turned around to see John holding a gun.
"What are you doing?"
"Protecting my daughter!"
"The only one hurting me is you!"
John set the gun down and watched as Elena kneeled down beside Damon. She looked at the gunshot wound in his back.
"How did this hurt you?" She asked.
Damon groaned. "They're wood-tipped bullets."
"That's right," John grinned. "Our ancestor Johnathan Gilbert came up with it in 1863."
Elena ignored him and looked at the Damon's face. "What do I do?"
"You'll have to…dig it out." He replied agonizingly.
"What?" She didn't want to do it, in fear it would hurt Damon.
"You have to hurry, Elena," He said. "Or it will run into my bloodstream and make me weak."
"Alright." Cringing, she put her index finger in the wound.
John just watched them, wondering why his daughter cared so much for the lying bloodsuckers.
Elena felt around for the bullet until she finally felt it.
"I feel it." She said.
"Alright," Damon instructed. "Now just hook your finger under it and pull it out quickly."
"Won't it hurt?"
"I don't care, I just want it out!"
Elena did as she was told and got the bullet out of his bleeding wound.
Gross.
Disgusted, she threw it across the room.
Damon stood up, and with superhuman speed had John against the wall, his hand held tightly around his neck.
John pulled a wooden stake out of his pocket, but before he could stab him with it, Damon hand both hands on each side of his head and snapped his neck.
Elena gasped as Damon let John fall to the floor.
Without missing a beat he grabbed Elena by the arm and started towards the door. "Let's go."
"…And we kiss each other one more time and sing this lie that's halfway mine. The sword is slicing through the question…Sorrow lasts through this night. I'll take this piece of you and hope for all eternity. For just one second I felt whole as you flew right through me and up into the stars…"
Ian: So, grandpa,
Damon: [twitch] I am not your grandfather!
Ian: prove it. I look just like you.
Me: Guys! Let's get back on topic. What did you think about this chapter?
Elena: It was okay, but why did you have to kill John?
Me: Because I hate him.
Elena: Well, then.
Stefan: I don't care for this story. I'm lonely now.
Me: then go…uh..never mind…[giggles]
Elena and Stefan: gross!
Ian and Damon: [laugh, then when they notice their laughs are the same, stop laughing.]
Damon: I didn't like it.
Me: Why? Because there was no sex?
Damon: [crosses arms] Yep.
Me: [rolls eyes]
Ian: I kind of like the plot. I'll have to talk to Kevin Williamson about using this story for some ideas.
Me: [Demon Voice] You will not steal my ideas!
Ian, Damon, Stefan and Elena: O.o
Me: Anyway, thank you to everyone who reads! :) There may be a Lemon in the next one!
Elena: oh, great. [rolls eyes]
Stefan: I hate you. [glares]
Damon: WOO!
Ian: What's a lemon?
Damon: [whispers answer in Ian's ear.]
Ian: [blush.] oh. Another one? The last time that happened I sort of…
Damon: [laughs] Stupid human!
Ian: You wanna go, Salvatore?
Damon: Anytime, Somerhalder! [fangs appear]
Me: [hits Damon with Mallet]
Ian: [smiles] thanks.
Me: My good ol' mallet. [grins] Sorry, I didn't want to see your pretty face get their ass kicked.
Ian: …I'll take it. :)