AN: Thanks for the support everyone. I refuse to let Anna die. There will be a full explanation later on as to how she survived, of course I didn't put it in this chapter though. I'm pretty sure that IkeaGoddess and I think a lot alike though ;) I'm hoping that the writers of the CW will also think like us.
My legs are intertwined with Damon's, my thighs pressing against his. I lean over pressing a soft kiss against his cheek before pulling myself away from him to get out of my bed. I quietly get dressed. Normally just moving out of the bed would have awoken Damon but there are still a few traces of vervain in his system making his hearing not the best right now. I know that my blood significantly helped.
I pull on my clothes from earlier since they are on my floor and its easier than trying to do through my dresser at the moment. After slipping on the clothes I head out into the hallway and down the stairs.
I hear a noise that sounds like someone crying out in pain, the voice is distinctly male. I rush down the stairs quickly to make sure that its not Jeremy. My feet are pushing hard against the wood floor. I turn quickly around the bottom of the staircase bolting my way into the bright lit kitchen.
John is pushed up against the kitchen counter, his teeth grinding together in pain. His hands wrapped around the handle of the knife that is placed up near his ribcage.
Her back is facing me, with her curled brown hair to match mine cascading down her back. The black jacket that I had seen her wearing in my dream is now clinging to her slender arms and small frame.
I should have noticed it missing a few days ago. I should have realized something else when my belongings went missing tonight at the Founder's Day celebration. The events are clicking in my head as I watch John sink down to the floor, the knife still tightly inside of him. His hands still clinching the handle with his knuckles turning white as he is trying to pry the metal from between his bones. His shirt is soaked in blood along with his hands but it doesn't stop him from trying. I notice then that a few of his fingers are missing and that's also where a lot of the blood had been coming from.
I want to scream, I want so badly to turn around and run but I am frozen in place. My feet feel stuck to the hard surface. Its too late anyways, she knows that I am here. She turns around slowly, her eyes ringed with red, her face completely changed, porcelain colored fangs extending over the sadistic smile playing at her lips.
By the time I even blink Katherine has already blurred over to me, her hands wrapped tightly around my throat. I gasp out for a breath in natural reaction to it even though I know it wont help. Katherine pushes me back against the wall slamming my head against it hard, I close my eyes on the impact. The picture that was hanging on the wall next to me falls to the ground shattering the glass. My head is throbbing from the pain.
Katherine's face changes, the vampire in her disappearing. I expected her to look like me, a lot but I didn't expect to have all of the exact same physical features. For a moment I am entranced by her, almost as if I'm looking into a mirror. Katherine smiles up at me as she keeps her grip on my throat while slamming my head against the wall one more time as the sharp pain shoots down my whole body.
"Well I didn't imagine this is how this would happen. I actually had a really big elaborate plan for you but you're somewhat ruining it. I don't like when people ruin my plans." Her voice is similar to mine. I notice the different quickly in it though, her words have a wicked tone to them. Her nails dig in deeply to the side of my neck. My eyes widen in pain as I try miserably to gasp for air. I can feel the blood spilling out of my neck. Her nails are hitting the bite marks on my neck, the wounds still so fresh. Katherine notices that there is more blood than there should be from just her nails. She looks down at my neck noticing the two puncture wounds buried into the nape. I look away from her for a moment then back down to her eyes which have turned black with her dark veins protruding from beneath her eyes, her fangs once again extended. I hear a low growl in her throat before her face changes again. Katherine shakes her head lightly at me and smiles.
"Looks like my plans have changed, but that's ok. I'll just improvise." She smiles at me a perfect smile, I didn't expect her to be so beautiful. Her hands grip at me tighter as her nails dig deeper into my skin. My warm blood flowing over her small fingers. I see the trail of blood going down her hand and under the sleeve to her jacket, my jacket. I can feel my blood trying to flow through my veins, my pulse pounding against the pressure of her hand. Katherine takes her nails running them against my throat making the wound now inches long. I can feel the blood now streaming out of the wide gashes in my neck.
Katherine lets go of me, letting my body slump to the ground just like she did with John. Jagged shards of glass scraping against my legs. I move my hands to my neck in a failed attempt to keep the blood from surging out. The blood starts to trail in between my fingers. I gasp for air, the wounds making it unbelievably hard to breathe. I can feel the blood, its cooper taste starting to well inside of my mouth. I part my lips letting the blood descend over my bottom lip. The metallic taste forces me to try to spit the blood out of my mouth. Katherine leans down by me, her face still plastered with a flawless smile. I look into her chocolate brown eyes, the same as my own. For that moment I can see true happiness behind them.
"Maybe its better that he finds you this way." Katherine stands up, looking down at me one last time before she walks out of the back door to the kitchen. Katherine leaves the back door open with the air from the outside flooding into the open kitchen, the cold air making my body shiver more severely from the lack of blood. My knees are on the cold floor with a pool of blood forming against the pristine white of the kitchen.
I didn't expect it to happen this way.
I was waiting for Damon to change me. I wanted this to mean something. I wanted to hold on to the fact that he would be the one turning me. Its his blood flowing through my veins but Katherine's hand that is going to change me. A let the salt filled tears slide down my cheeks with my hair strewn about across my face in a tangled mess. I glance over at John who is still conscious but has given up on trying to pry the knife out of him.
"Damon." I call out his name quietly causing more blood to pour out of the gaping wounds across my throat.
There he is, right next to me, kneeling on the ground. His eyes are frantic as his hands are trying to examine my body.
"I'm sorry Elena." His voice is broken as he looks at the blood that has run down the front of my chest soaking the top of my shirt. "I didn't hear anything…the vervain….oh god…the smell of your blood woke me up." I shake my head lightly at him as I close my eyes. The small movement alone takes a lot out of me. I'm losing the blood too fast. I try to open my mouth but the blood just comes out of my mouth again. I snap my lips shut as another tear falls. I want to tell him but I am getting frustrated as I feel myself becoming more light. "It doesn't have to be this way, we can get you to the hospital…" I shake my head in a no motion quicker this time my eyes wide at him.
"John." I manage to whisper the words out. Damon looks over at John who's eyes are now shut sitting up against the kitchen cabinets. "Ambulance…please." Even though he doesn't deserve it. Even though I think he deserves Katherine ruthlessly killing him, I can't have the guilt of it, knowing that he is my biological father. My morals stand above letting him die.
The kitchen phone is in Damon's hands, I can hear his voice speaking to the dispatcher. All panic has washed away from him. His voice is becoming an echo in my mind. I lay down on the cold floor, letting my own blood flow over other parts of my body as more pieces of glass cut across my flesh.
My hair is hitting the collected spot of blood on the floor, getting my dark locks drenched in the liquid. I keep a hand rested against my throat though it hasn't helped with anything. Damon's eyes never look away from mine as he hangs up the phone. There is a deep sadness behind his eyes other than that he wont show it.
I smile up at him, or as much as I can. I take my free hand, reaching out to his face. My fingertips leaving a trace of bright red across his white skin. Both of his hands wrap around mine bringing my hand to his lips. He kisses my hand softly as I close my eyes, letting his lips linger against my cold skin. My body is starting to become colder, my are tingling from the loss of blood. My heart beat begins to speed up, the pace becoming quicker with each beat. I keep my eyes shut, knowing that this is going to be it.
I feel Damon take his hand to brush my matted hair from the blood away from my face leaving perfect lines of blood across my face. I can faintly feel the sticky substance remaining there. My heart is pumping too fast now, like the fluttering of a butterflies wings. I try to keep my body as calm as possible. My mind is already drifting far from here. Behind my eyes is the brightest light, the same exact one from my dream. My face scrunches up even with my eyes shut in an attempt to make the scorching light stop. It doesn't so I stop furrowing my brows making my face look peaceful once more. There is a flash once again as I keep drifting in and out of consciousness. I don't expect it but I see the crow soaring, wings fully spread out in the light, rays of white breaking through its feathers. With what I have left I smile welcoming the oncoming darkness.