Damon knew that Stefan would eventually be more of a problem. If Stefan makes it out of this fine, I can lose Elena. A light shiver ran down his spine, something that he hadn't felt in a long time. Damon knew that the thought shouldn't bother him but it did. Damon knew that with everything that had been going on that Elena would probably be stubborn and run back to Stefan the moment that he was ok. Stefan is less of a monster than I am, of course she'll pick Stefan. The fact that he was even considering Elena choosing between them, or that he even cared was driving him crazy.
I wont lose her.
Damon went into the kitchen, with a new found determination. He needed more time, that he was certain of, with Stefan getting better by the day. Damon opened up the fridge where there was a bottle of animal blood sitting on the top shelf. He opened up the cap, setting the bottle down on the counter. Damon looked around the kitchen until he found the tiny bottle of vervain extract that was in the back of one of the cabinets. Damon shrugged lightly as he twisted off the small cork and poured the contents into the animal blood. Knowing that Stefan would probably be able to smell the vervain, he opted for another solution.
Damon pulled one of the bags of human blood out of the fridge. He pulled the bag up to his mouth, making a small puncture wound with his teeth in the plastic. A small drop of the human blood entered his mouth. Most blood tasted the same to him now, not the bitter taste of copper when he was human, but just a light sweet taste and nothing more. He pulled the bag away from his mouth, placing the puncture of the bag over the opening of the bottle filled with animal blood. Damon tipped the bag, letting a few drops of the crimson liquid into the bottle. Just enough to effect Stefan and enough to mask the smell of the vervain to him. Damon closed the lid on the water bottle and walked back down to the cellar.
Stefan had yet to move from his spot. Damon rolled his eyes at how Stefan was trying to Martyr himself. The ring that Stefan usually wore was now on the floor beside him. The silver standing out against the dim light of the cellar. Damon threw the bottle through the small bars on the window of the door.
"I know you're trying to do this self sacrifice, martyr, routine, but drinking nothing at all will just make this worse. If you ever want to see Elena's bright smiling face again you should probably drink that." Damon knew that his words would eventually convince Stefan to drink from the bottle. Granted he was also sure the bottle would sit on the floor for a good few hours before Stefan decided to stop being so self righteous about everything. Damon left Stefan down in the cellar as he went up to the study.
There has got to be something in all of this crap up here. Damon started rummaging through the book titles of the books that were collecting dust on the shelves. Some of these books were picked up by Stefan when he decided to spend his time learning about Vampires instead of actually being one. Damon's eyes rested on a book that was written in Italian. Bevitore di Sangue. In English it read, Drinker of Blood. Damon didn't recognize the book. He pulled the book off of the shelf. The book was once a bright red but now its color had faded with time making it a light red almost orange. The writing on the front was engraved in silver. Damon opened up the book looking for an author but there was nothing. The writing on the inside was all hand written. Damon's face became a little confused as he began to wonder where Stefan could have picked this book up from.
With opening the book a light musty smell rolled off of the pages. Damon began to skim through the writing realizing that this was a journal. The beginning of the journal was mostly ramblings about being turned into a vampire and the cravings that came with it. The person who had written this had been turned with no one to guide him. Towards the middle of the book Damon noticed that his ramblings had changed to him talking about a girl. The infatuation with the girl grew, then one night the vampire noticed that he could enter her dreams. Damon took the book with him over to the couch that sits in front of the fireplace as he continued to read.
The writings went on about it until it started talking about the girl.
She was in pain last night, again. Her voice cutting through the air when she would scream. I feel so much pain for her. Its new to me. The more that I feel it though, I notice the more that she feels it too. I have heard of an older woman, one who uses some sort of craft, that can tell me what this is. I need to find her. I need this to stop.
Damon skimmed through the pages looking for more information.
I have found the woman. She lives alone on the outskirts of town. There is an essence about her that I can tell she if different. I have asked her about the girl and about how I have seemed to enter her mind. This woman seems to know a great deal about it. I can't write it down right now. I must go tell Adelina. I will write this down though; the woman, she called it il collegamento di anime.
"Connection of souls." Damon whispered as he barely held the book in his hand. Thinking back Damon had heard of this term before but since it was never really relevant to him he pushed it back to the edges of his mind.
There were a few cases in history when a vampire and a human would become connected. Some of them threw different means but it all resulted in the same thing. The vampires emotions would become connected to the human. The would be able to feel each other.
I have a moment to write. il collegamento di anime, it means that she is my other half. The true missing piece to me. My soul is forever connected to hers.
Damon continued reading through the journal. He got to the end of it. The girl, his Adelina died from the connection.
The emotions proved to be too much for her. I do not know how I will continue on without my beautiful. I wanted so much for her to be with me but I could never bring myself to change her and now I will never see her again.
I will see the sunrise tomorrow. I will not go on without her. I would rather be ashes than to live in this world as a monster knowing that I could have saved her.
It was the last entry in the book. Damon closed the book trying to wrap his head around everything. Damon had always thought, from the first time that he had heard about it that it was a myth made up for vampires like Stefan to give them a purpose. Thinking that one day that they may find that one person.
Damon knew that he was going to have to go break the news to Elena and show her the journal to prove it to her. He wasn't too sure how she was going to react, having to tell the girl that is in love with his brother, that she is actually connected to him instead.
Damon went back down in the cellar. Stefan was laying on the ground, his body looking more pale. The once filled bottle was now laying empty on the ground. Faint traces of red still lingering on the sides of the plastic. Damon walked over to Stefan. Bending over Damon reached for the ring on the ground.
"I'll just be borrowing this for a little while." With that Damon slipped the ring onto his finger leaving Stefan back down in the cellar.
I need to see Elena.