AN: I know this one is kind of short but I'm exhausted. My work dicked me pretty hard this week in making me work 50 hours with no overtime because they started the new pay period in the middle of my work week. So to me it makes the extra ten hours effing pointless. Assholes. BUT, I did download a new app for my phone where I can make documents. So instead of actually working now I will probably be trying to write anyways. Not that I actually worked all of the time. There is a BBQ box that I like to sit on and troll the internet on my phone, especially fanfics. Then when I am sitting on the box I like to go "OMGWTFBBQ" then my manager comes over and sits on the other box as we discuss things like Twilight, fanfics and the novels that we both one day hope to write(by the way its a guy). SPEAKING OF WHICH I HAD THIS CRAZY PERSON COME IN AND TRY TO FIGHT ME OVER THE TATTOO ON MY WRIST! OMFG, my wrist says "La Tua Cantante" all you twi-hards know where that came from. Anyways so this douche asks me what it is I tell him its italian and he's like "RAGE FIT! I'm SICILIAN! WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT?" I felt like I was Taylor Swift, just some little innocent girl and he was Kanye West. I was like "I LIKED BEYONCE'S SINGLE LADIES TOO! DON'T KILL ME!" He really did try to fight me after that. All and all rough week. OH thanks again for all of your continued wonderful support! I can't say it enough. Long AN again -.- sorry
I can feel it rising up inside of me. The searing pain of the hunger trying to claw its way out of me. Starting out as a small cinder and combusting into a ravenous fire. I notice though that its not just the hunger. There is an instinct inside of me that wants to have my teeth sink into the tenderness of someone's neck as the warm blood comes spilling out of it.
I can feel my body wanting to change at the thought. I close my eyes, tilting my head towards the direction of the ground. I can tell that Damon is trying to communicate with me but I can't really hear his voice breaking through. His distant voice sounds almost as if there is a haze clouding my hearing. The further away his voice gets to me the louder I can hear the heart beat getting louder until its pounding in every corner of my mind.
I can tell that Damon is trying to break through but the hunger is so strong in me that I can't get my mind to unblock. The beating of Alaric's heart is just getting louder. All of a sudden the noise of his blood coursing gets quiet.
Get up stairs. Now. There is a sharp tone to his voice but I know that it is for a reason. I open up my eyes to see that Alaric has moved into another room. I nod my head with a little more enthusiasm then intended. I don't blur up the stairs, I can't find the energy within myself. Instead I let my feet pound against the staircase until I make it into Damon's room.
The door shuts behind me, pushing a gust of air as it closes. I slide with my back down against the wall, my shirt slightly riding up by the time I reach the floor. I run my hands through my hair, letting strands of the chocolate brown dangle in front of my face. I repeat this, letting my hair fall and pushing it back. The repetitiveness of it is a small distraction. I stop running my hands through my hair when I can hear their voices break through the silence. My hair falls back behind my ears while I place my hands on my knees.
"We'll be fine." Damon states flatly to Alaric.
"How can you be sure?" It doesn't surprise me. He has spent the past few years of his life killing vampires; hunting for Damon to be exact, now here he is trying to help. Of course there would be doubt in his voice.
"I know that she'll listen to me. So far she has shown so much of herself, even just now, she wouldn't be able to live with the guilt. She'll stay where she is until you're gone. I know Elena and I trust her." Damon is giving me a lot of credit that I'm not too sure I completely deserve. If I didn't have him I don't know what I would be going through right now.
"You can't let her turn out like you did." Alaric has somewhat of an edge to his voice.
"I wont let her be a monster." Even from this far away I can hear a deep sadness in his voice. With that I can hear the clinking of glass against one another. it's the sound of liquor bottles hitting one another as one is being pulled from the back of the cabinet. The sound of the amber liquid is being poured into one of the glasses.
Damon had been doing so much better without drinking. With the most recent events with Katherine I understand why he is doing it at this moment. A sadness washes over me, regardless its not my fault what has happened but the small pain and concern are still there.
"Now that I know you have the kids here, what am I going to tell Jenna?" I can't help but somewhat feel bad for Alaric. He loves Jenna, I can't imagine what all of this may be like for him.
"Honestly, I don't know a lie good enough to tell."
"I don't want to tell her anything that will hurt her. I think that the whole "running away" story would hurt her too much after everything that has happened in the past year." Its almost as if I can hear the different thoughts running through Alaric's head as he is talking.
"Did the thought ever cross you that it might just be a better solution to tell her?" I can imagine Damon sitting there in one of the over sized arm chairs. His posture slouched with a glass full of the golden liquor lazily in his hand as it rests on the arm of the chair.
"That her niece and nephew are a vampires? That all of this is real?" Alaric is more of asking it in disbelief of the audacity of what Damon had just asked.
"Think about it. How are you going to protect her from Katherine? She's an easy target. How are you going to explain what happened with John. There is a lot more too this." He has the logic of it down. Just like how I wanted to protect Jeremy I want to protect Jenna. I let myself think about it though, how well did protecting Jeremy work out? He fell in love with Anna and ended up just like I have. I want to fight about it, the urge is in me but I know he is right. It just didn't want it this way.
"I think that you're right. She does need to be protected."
"She wont be safe anymore. Elena might be able to convince the witch to put a spell on the house pushing out all vampires that have entered. It wont help her when she leaves though. Katherine wont stop, she'll never be satisfied enough." In my head I can still see him sitting there, this time a stern look on his face as the glass is gripped tighter in his hand. His black hair hanging loosely around the sides of his face. "You'll have to tell her. If you need it, I can go with you, honestly it might be safer that way too. I'll have to leave Elena here with Anna."
"We can go tonight."
"I want to be back before the sun rises." I can hear the glass hit the metal serving tray. Damon knows that I was listening in.
I'll be back before then. I'll be here with you when you'll want to sleep. I'm….sorry for this. The apology comes out with a little bit of a struggle. I apology is for having to tell Aunt Jenna everything. I know its for the right reasons though. I don't saying anything back but I listen as the door closes behind them.I'm a little surprised. I thought that I had to be in the same room as him to hear him but I guess its more of in the same vicinity.
Alaric and Damon walk into the brightly florescent lit white walls of the hospital. No one seems to notice the two men dressed in almost identical all black, except for Alaric's faded brown jacket. The nurses are behind their station, too busy with files and patients to pay any attention to them.
They turn down a hallway where doors to rooms are open with the faint buzzing of TV's faintly cutting through the air. They make it to the end of the hallway where the door to Jenna's room is cracked open. The TV in the corner of the room is shut off, the curtains to the window closed shut. The tan light blue curtain that hangs around the bed is pushed to the very back of its track against the wall. The only light in the room is coming from the small lamp on the bedside table. Alaric walks into the room while Damon stands in the doorway, leaning himself against the frame with his shoulder pressed against the wood panel.
Jenna's hair is disheveled, the golden strands of it laying on her pure white pillowcase. There is a knot of tissue underneath her bruised skin on her forehead. Jenna's eyes flutter open, fighting off the sleep that was wanting to take her. The dripping from the IV along with the heart monitor are the only noises in the room for a moment.
"Alaric.." Her face lets a smile spread across it at the sight of him. Her eyes move to the open hallway outside of her room where Damon is standing blocking the view. "Damon?" Jenna asks, confused by his prescience. A silence falls between the three of them. Jenna's eyes becoming more frantic with movement as she glances between the two of them reading the sullen look on Alaric's face with austere look on Damon's.
"Where's Jeremy and Elena?" The concern is seeping out of every syllable as her eyes flicker back in forth. Jenna sits up in the bed so her back is now resting against the pillows.
"There is something that I need to tell you."