To be with you Forever- Damon Salvatore/OC
Chapter 39- Here we go again.
Summary: I knew he was going to kill me, This was Damon Salvatore, this could never end well and yet I couldn't stay away, the truth is, I didn't want to. Damon/OC
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Where have all my reviews gone? I'd like to know what you're all thinking lately if that's possible =] Missing some of my wonderful regulars! Hope you haven't left me!
A/N- Today, at like 3am (its 1.24 now so I'm in a rush) I'm off to the airport and heading to America. So I'll be gone for two weeks and wont be updating at all. I know I haven't been totally consistent lately but thought I'd let you all know I'm not abandoning any story or anything just for a few weeks! And Ill update ASAP when I get back!
On a brighter note… Harry potter land is in the itinerary! I cant actually wait for that! AAH! So yeah, here's my parting gift to all you lovely people! Hope you like it!
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Kaye's P.O.V
"Bonnie," I asked as she dropped onto the seat opposite my own in the Mystic Grill, I had chosen a corner seat, out of the hearing range of other students, some we knew, and other locals. Bonnie and I had arranged to meet up in an hours time to go and see Caroline in the hospital, as she was only allowed a few visitors at a time, Elena and Stefan were there currently, but I had called and asked her to meet me here at this time, I could see from the curious expression on her face that she wondered why, "I need to ask you something."
"I knew there was a reason you wanted me here." She smiled, handing me one of the glasses of water I hadn't realised she'd been holding, at my bewildered expression she explained, "I figured that after everything that happened last time we were here, water would be the best choice." I nodded agreement, "So what is it? Are you okay? Did Damon do something?"
"No." I frowned, slightly annoyed that peoples first conclusion was that 'Damon must have done it.' "No. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something."
"What about?" She asked around the rim of her on water glass.
"You."
"Me?"
"Yeah, you know, your, uh, gift?" I said in a whisper, even though there was nobody immediately close enough to hear our conversation.
"Oh, me being a witch?" She asked.
"Well not you personally, but…witchcraft in general?" I was aware that my statement sounded like more of a question.
"Okay?"
"Maybe not even witchcraft, I don't really know what I mean to be honest. Just a few questions."
"Okay then, go ahead." she smiled, a slight glimmer of confusion in her eyes.
I paused, contemplating my question, not even sure myself as to what I wanted to know, talking to Bonnie about witchcraft just seemed like the next almost logical step in my contemplation of what the hell had happened yesterday morning, what in the world I had seen and felt.
"Do you like have books? Spell ones?" I paused, "No. Ignore that. Like spells, do you have good and bad spells? Like, can you mess with people?"
"Of course." she replied slowly, "There is an opposite to everything. Good and bad. Though my grandma always frowned upon the bad spells."
"Like voodoo?" I asked, deciding to ignore the fleeting look of shock that passed over Bonnies face.
"Well… I guess voodoo can work if you use magic with it. But it really wont work if you not a witch." she eyed me sceptically, "You're not thinking of trying anything are you? Did Damon piss you off? Want revenge?" Damon gets the blame again. I thought, and I couldn't miss the underlying nervousness, though she had tried to mask her serious questions with jokes.
"No." I sighed, mind scrambling for an explanation other than, I hallucinated something weird last night and am probably going crazy and am asking you about witchcraft because I'm hoping that maybe it could be an explanation other than the fact that as I said before, I'm probably going crazy. I didn't think that would get me anywhere other than a padded cell, or in a less dramatic world a comfortable physiatrists chair. "I saw this movie last night, one of my dads that he bought from England. This really bad English film where some girl uses magic to make her rivals life hell. I was just really curious as to if any of this could happen in real life." I lied, pretty impressed at my quick thinking, though slightly worried again that I as becoming rather good at this whole lying business.
"Really?" she asked, "Sounds awful."
"It was awful. In a completely, shit acting, shit plot etc way." I grinned, recalling some other bad films I had seen in my life.
"So what sort of stuff did this girl do? Could I borrow this movie one day? See if any of its anywhere near accurate?" she asked.
"Of course my dear." I replied cheerily, making a mental note to look for, if possible a film like I had described.
"So what sort of things did she do?" Bonnie asked, and I vaguely wondered when the questioning had turned to myself, having to think quickly again.
"Vivid hallucinations." Wasn't that the truth, well hallucination. Singular. "Pain. Illness, hair loss, you know, bad things." Bad, made up things.
"Ah right." she nodded thoughtfully, reminding me a lot of Hermione Granger, a witch from the British Harry Potter series, a very smart witch. "There are curses. No majorly bad ones like in Harry Potter." Could she read minds now? "But, like I said, my grandma wasn't fond of anything of that type so she didn't tell me much about it, I only really know what I learned from books and stuff you know." I nodded for her to continue, "Like, you can do verbal spells on specific people. Some rather bad. You know, bad illnesses, like the stuff you mentioned in the film, which makes me want to watch it all the more."
I cringed, vowing to get her off of the movie subject as soon as was possible.
"So there are bad witches?"
"Yeah of course. There's no villianesque evil side or anything but some people chose to use their gifts for bad." she replied, "Like at the car wash we held, before you arrived, Caroline made me angry and I set the ground on fire, I would guess if you can harness that then yes, some would use it for the bad."
"Right. How would one go about these curses?" I asked.
"Well they would more than likely need some DNA, hair or nail clippings or something to that idea." She paused, "A good spell and Boom!"
I blinked, smiled, and thanked her for her information, mentally throwing away the idea of witchcraft from my mind and moving on to the theory that I was probably just overly tired and imagining things. Not that I really, truly believed it was witchcraft, after all I would never even think of accusing Bonnie and by accusing witchcraft I was almost tarring her with the same brush.
"So it was a good film then huh?" she asked, having almost finished her drink.
I nodded, sipping from my rather neglected one as Bonnie glanced at her watch, "Shit! Kaye we should be getting to the hospital!"
"Wow." I stated as she showed me the face of her watch, "Have we really been here that long?"
"Time flies when your talking about the creepy and paranormal right!"
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The ride to the hospital took less than ten minutes, which I had originally believed to be from luck on our side, but which I was later told was because of Bonnies uncanny ability to use her 'gift' to change the traffic lights as soon as we approached one that even remotely looked as if it may turn red at any point. Something that could come in very handy, even in small places like Mystic Falls.
We were admitted to Caroline's room five minutes after our arrival and met Stefan and Elena on our arrival at her door, "Hey." Elena smiled, looking much more relaxed than we would have expected.
"How is she?" Bonnie asked, as I opened my mouth to do the same.
"A lot better than expected," Stefan replied, "the doctors told me, after some persuasion as I'm not a family member, that the general panic came from the fact that her body went into shock after the accident," he paused, the continued, "there was some minor bleeding but the shock made it seem like things were worse."
I nodded and bid them both goodbye as Bonnie stepped into Caroline's room, I cold hear their excited voices greeting each other, Caroline did seem fine indeed.
"Kaye?" Stefan said, gesturing for Elena to go on down the hall, a quiet plea for privacy, Elena hugged me goodbye and jogged out of earshot, "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah?" I replied.
"It's just, we were rather freaked out yesterday morning when we got your call."
"Call?" I frowned, "Right, of course, no, I'm fine. I just thought I saw something, thought I saw Damon in my room but obviously he had already gotten home. Maybe I'm cracking up." I grinned, ignoring how serious of a statement it actually seemed there and then.
"You sure?" he asked, "You seem tense, weary. Different."
"Since when were you so fine tuned to me?" I asked a little too defensively then, "Sorry. I shouldn't have snapped, I'm really tired. Didn't sleep well last night."
"I'm not fine tuned to you." Stefan replied, not affronted at all at my tone and rudeness, "My senses. I can tell when things are up. I'm around you a lot so in a way, I guess, yeah I am fine tuned, more than others anyway, but nowhere near as much as Elena for example."
I nodded, "I'm fine really. Like I said, tired."
"Yeah," he nodded slowly, eyes scanning over my face, on which I wore no make up and was probably slightly too pale, but I truly hadn't slept well that night. I could see the suspicion in his eyes too, he didn't believe me, but knowing Stefan he would probably worry even if I were being completely truthful.
"I'd better get in to see Caroline." I stated taking a step back, "Actually I m going to run to the bathroom first but, yeah." Awkward.
"Sure. See you around Kaye."
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In the bathroom, once I'd finished my business and washed my hands, I leant over the sink breathing heavily staring at my white washed face in the mirror.
The walls were white like the rest of the hospital, and giving me a slight headache, I hated lying to my friends and when one of those were a vampire who could sense things. I had completely mislead Bonnie today and I hadn't seen Damon since he had dropped me home. He hadn't tried to call either, but then Damon never did seem like the clingy, call every day type. I shivered as I remembered Damon's face, vampiric, distorted, completely wrong and not Damon at all. Would I be able to look at him again without seeing him that way, in that light? Of course I would have to try, I cared about him after all.
I leaned down to the sink and turned the cold tap to full blast. I cupped my hands under the spray and splashed my face once, twice, then a third time. Reaching blindly for the paper towel dispenser, I found it and pulled out some papers, dabbing the water from my face. As I turned my eyes back to the mirror I squeaked in shock, behind me, stood Elena, but she wasn't Elena. The left side of her face was, pretty much caved in, battered, ripped to shreds. Blood leaked over her face, her right eye was bruised black as night and her lips were dry, flaking, and split. Her mouth opened, no sound came out. I closed my eyes tightly. Maybe she'd go away if I closed my eyes. Open, she was still there.
I spun around, she was still there, not some mirror phantom.
"Elena?" I squeaked, knowing, but also not knowing that it was not really her. Stefan would have been here, there would have been panic, commotion, not just her here, after she had already left.
"Why?" she croaked, her voice ripped and broken, harsh like her face, gurgling like blood clotted in her throat, "Why would you do this to me?"
I shook my head wildly. "Elena?"
I took a step back and gasped as my foot slipped on something wet, water, I, myself had spilled there not minutes ago. I saw the ceiling , the doors behind Elena and Elena who was not Elena herself rising above me, as my legs splayed beneath me. Ten my head struck something hard, the sink I thought and that was the last thought before the pain was all encompassing and I passed out.
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So yeah, its short but I thought a nice cliff-hanger of sorts would tide you all over while I am away! =]
Yes.. The Harry Potter reference maaaaay have been because I cant get freaking Harry Potter land out of my head! I must have written the names Draco or Harry a million times in place of the VD names. Good thing I read my chapters back before posting! You would have all thought you'd been transported to a Hogwarts spoof of VD!
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