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"Elena, is everything alright?" It must have been a savior sent from the Man upstairs, for when Elena turned her head towards the direction of the voice, Abby was standing before her, her eyes filled to the brim with worry.

He felt the invisible string of self-control snap, turning his eyes raven black, his fangs began to protrude from his gums as he licked his lips wanting to taste the sweet nectar that he had not consumed in nearly a week.

"Bonnie! Wake up!" Abby bellowed, cradling her daughter's head.

Gasping for breath, Bonnie snapped her eyes open, revealing a world before her where her mother was sobbing, clutching her daughter as she thanked the witches, Bonnie shaking in her arms.

Grinning maniacally, Damon bit into Elena's artery, resulting in her screaming into the night.

Alaric's eyes settled on Damon who was standing nearly forty feet in front of him. Raising the crossbow, he adjusted it to a comfortable position, "You hurt my girl." His finger quickly pushed on the trigger, sending the bow soaring towards him.

Chapter 20: Keep Fighting

The arrow came speeding towards him, leaving him a sliver of time to react. Narrowing his eyes, Damon sped to the side, watching as the arrow flew past and impaling itself into the trunk of a tree. He turned his head back to Alaric, who was panicking. He had all of hopes on that arrow puncturing at least his shoulder or arm, and now the arrow had utterly failed him.

The determined expression he had placed upon his face was wiped clear away when he came into eye-contact with the raging monster before him. He could mentally see the bull kicking the dirt behind him, readying himself to come raging towards Alaric with all of his might, horns aiming towards his chest. Shutting his eyes, he readied himself for the worst possible scenario to unfold. Inhaling sharply, hands balling up into fists, he knew that there would be no running.

Damon watched in curiosity and amusement as Alaric shut his eyes, preparing himself for the worst. It seemed as if the arrow was a rude awakening from the evil that had possessed him. It was as if the string of self-control had mended itself, trying to piece together what happened while he momentarily 'lost his mind'. His arms laced together across his chest, waiting for him to open his eyes to see that the black had faded into the ice blue once more, the evil grin was replaced with the same cocky one as before.

"Well, Robin Hood, are you going to open your eyes anytime soon because I would like to go and see my wife now." He spoke out, jolting Alaric from his skin.

He shot his eyes open, seeing the person he had grown to befriend. He still kept his distance, in fear that this was some cruel illusion. Squinting his eyes, he answered, "You can't go anywhere near Elena."

Damon took a commanding step forward, demanding a reason as to why he could not see his wife, "And why the hell not?"

Alaric could see right through the mask that he had built over the years from the hurt, seeing the man who had poured his heart out to him when he was heavily intoxicated, "Damon," He walked up to him, resting his hand on his shoulder, "You hurt her."

Damon's eyes widened, "Oh God, what did I say to her?" He was immediately brought to the idea that she was leaving him for good this time, wanting nothing to do with him.

Alaric sadly gazed into his eyes, "It wasn't something you said, it was something you did," With a short intake of breath he choked out, "You forcefully fed from her."

His eyes widened upon hearing the words, the self-hatred grew immensely, "I fucking lost control, Ric. I hurt her, I fucking hurt her." He walked towards a tree where he drew back his fist and smashed it into the rough bark, eyes growing dark from the hatred he felt for himself. Sudden realization resulted in him stopping his hateful acts, and widening his eyes, "What if I hurt the baby?" He stepped towards Alaric, feeling nauseous all of a sudden. Gripping Alaric's shoulders, he spouted out, "I could never live with myself if I hurt him."

Alaric could feel the guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach, even though he did absolutely nothing wrong. He was just a godparent protecting his godchild. Damon was his, in a way, son-in-law, which meant that he was family. Family protects family; they don't hurt each other like he had so carelessly tried to do so.

Clearing his throat, Alaric said reassuringly, "The baby is safely nestled inside her womb, I bet he's fine," Seeing the worry still plastered to Damon's face, he went against his previous statement, "You can see her if you want to."

Damon's face brightened upon the prospect, "Yeah, I need to make sure she's alright."

After stashing his crossbow into the trunk of the car, the two silently drove to the Gilbert residence, each of them covertly nervous about what they might discover once they reach the home.

At the first sight of the maple tree in the front yard of the Gilbert home, Damon's eyes brightened, only to be dulled by the sudden thought that she might not want to see him ever again, meaning that she would keep their son from him. His head slumped down, eyes locked to the floor of the car as Alaric pulled into the driveway.

Unbuckling his seatbelt, he turned towards the raven-haired friend beside him. He waited countless moments for Damon to snap out of his momentary trance, but found that he seemed to be stuck in the small world he was treading in. Snapping his fingers in his face, Damon burst back into reality, quickly unbuckling his own seatbelt and opening the door directly after Alaric did so.

As they came upon the front door, Alaric turned to Damon to inform him, "You might not like what you see." Damon sadly nodded before watching him push the front door agape, revealing the entrance way to the Gilbert home.

Quietly, he stepped inside the threshold, the wave of blood hitting him in the face. If he hadn't resurrected his self-control, he would have snapped right then and there, possibly killing everyone that was in the surrounding perimeter. Alaric walked into the living room first, calling out, "Is everything okay?" He searched around the room just as Damon walked up to his side, finding the entire perimeter empty of life. The only sign that someone was once there was the pool of blood that had dripped down from the couch where Elena had been laying.

Damon glanced around, confused, "Where is she?"

Alaric shrugged his shoulder, completely muddled, "I have no idea."

Jeremy warily glanced towards his unconscious sister, as if his stare would awaken her. As soon as Alaric left, and Elena had slipped into unconsciousness, he felt that Damon was still at large and still a threat to his sister as well as his nephew's lives.

Picking her up from the couch, he brought her to his truck where he carefully placed her in the seat. After nearly half an hour of driving, he grew worried that Elena was not waking up. She would make small noises, resembling groans of either pain or weariness, but other than that, you could have guessed that she was dead.

He had no clue where he was driving, where he could possibly go, or how he could keep Damon from his sister, but one thing that Jeremy did know was that he would try his best to protect his sister, for she was there for him through his ups and downs of life.

Resting his hand on hers, he shivered from how cold she was, "I'm here for you."

Just as the words slipped from his lips, and he averted his gaze back to the road, he found himself slamming on the brakes, for there was a person standing directly in the middle of the road, a devious grin plastered to their lips.

The sudden halt jolted Elena awake; she looked around, trying to identify her surroundings.

She glanced towards Jeremy, "Where are we?"

He was frozen, for the person before the car was someone he had seen before, watching over the home a few nights before. Keeping his gaze locked on the man, he instructed, "Get down and stay in the car."

Elena's head tilted to the side, not knowing what he was talking about. Before she could get a word in, Jeremy opened the door, and locked the car, so she couldn't get out, no matter what.

He stopped walking just as he was a few feet away from the man, "Could you mind telling me who the fuck you are?" The anger was laced in his tone, fire spitting out with each word he spoke.

The man smiled, "Klaus Mikaelson, it's a pleasure to meet you." He stuck his hand out with a warm smile plastered to his lips.

Just when his eyes locked with Klaus', Jeremy seemed entranced by them. Sticking his hand out, Klaus shook it before smiling wickedly. Gripping his forearm, he threw Jeremy to the ground, knocking him unconscious as soon as he hit the concrete.

Elena's breathing became rapid when she couldn't hear her brother's voice anymore, only the clicking of boots against the concrete of the road. Before she had time to react, the door she was leaning against was ripped off, revealing a smirking Klaus.

"Ello, my dear. It's so nice to finally meet you."

A/N:

Not really feeling the inspiration. *sigh*

Next Chapter (?)

What wicked plans does Klaus have for Elena and her child?
Will Damon be able to save her in time with help from the gang?