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Over the next few days, Elena fell into a deep depression. She started to lie limply on her bed, not wanting to talk to anyone, not even Damon. He and Stephanie were getting so worried about her. She refused to eat, therefore her already thin body started to look even thinner, making her figure almost skeleton-like.

"Elena, you can't keep doing this," Damon said that morning when he found her in a semi-sleep state, dark circles forming under her eyes, her hair tousled and her body weak. "You can't. You're going to kill yourself. You have to eat."

"I can't," She said quietly. "I can't eat."

"Yes, you can," Damon urged, giving her a plate with two pieces of toast and a few slices of bacon. "You must."

"Take them away from me," She turned away, pushing the dish away from her. "Bacon isn't good for pregnancy. I can't eat bacon. And I'm not hungry."

"It's always the same, Stephanie," Damon said helplessly when Stephanie came to see Elena. "She won't eat. She won't wake up. She won't do anything. And she's always repeating the same things; she still believes that she's pregnant…"

"Damon, you have to make her move on," Stephanie urged. "I don't know…take her away from here, go to Europe for a few months, for example…"

"It's not that simple, Steph," Damon said, "But I'm tired of watching her weakening by the second. I can't. It's not right. And she keeps saying that the baby is still alive…is there a possibility? Or is it just her imagination, her emotional attachment?"

"There's no way she can be alive, Damon, I'm sorry," Stephanie said sincerely. "The baby's life-force went into Elena's."

"Life-force meaning soul?"

"Yes," She nodded her head, confirming.

"There is such a thing then."

"Could be," Stephanie shrugged. "Magic is a serious issue, Damon. I'm a believer, but I can't witness for something I'm not sure of."

"1,500 vampires," Alaric Saltzman announced, "90% of them were staked on the place. These 10%," He grabbed a female blonde vampire from her hair, yanking her forward. She was still weak with the vervain torture she had been getting like the other prisoners.

"These 10% were brought to be punished, but now their time has come."

The blonde vampire looked vulnerable. She didn't even try to fight back, instead she pleaded to the man assigned to stake her, "Please, don't kill me. I've never once took a life, sir. I lived on animal blood; I never once hurt a human being."

But her pleas were ignored. The people watching applause when the vampire turned grey, ashen as death.

"That's it," Damon blurred into their bedroom and grabbed Elena's arm. "We're getting out of here."

"No," Elena objected, remaining frozen on the bed. "I don't want to leave."

"Elena," Damon said calmly, sitting on the bed next to her. "You've been through a lot these last months. We have to move on. She's not coming back, Elena. She is what kept you alive. She would want you to live your life to the full."

"No," Elena objected. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Elena, please," Damon pleaded, cradling her hands in his own. "You can't do this to me. You can't leave me alone. I need you."

"Why are you saying this to me, Damon?" Elena sobbed, "Why are you hurting me like this? She's not dead, Damon. I can feel it. You can't, Damon, but I can. I carried her for five months; I can feel both of our powers bonding. I can feel her."

He reached out for her, cradling her head gently. His thumb stroked her tears away and he pressed a light kiss on her forehead as he whispered soothing words in her ear. Elena leaned in, welcoming his touch.

"Stay with me for a while?" Elena pleaded, "We'll go wherever you want. But right now, I just need you here with me."

Damon couldn't resist her. He placed her head on his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her. "I'll be here, princess. Sleep if you want."

There was a light knock on the door, and Damon got out of bed immediately, not wanting to risk waking up Elena. For once, she looked simply peaceful and at rest.

When he opened the door, there was an African-American girl in front of him. She looked terrified of him when he first opened the door, and he looked confused.

"Bonnie?"

"Damon," She said, her eyes wide, and he knew that Bonnie was still afraid of him though she knew that he would never hurt her best friend. "Can you let me talk to Elena, please?"

Damon sighed. "Bonnie, Elena's not a prisoner here. You don't have to be afraid."

"You took her away from us to make her your food," Bonnie spat. "I did everything in my power to help you for Elena's sake, not for yours. To me, you're still Elena's captor."

"Things changed," Damon explained calmly, but he knew that Bonnie had every right to think that way. "I would never hurt Elena."

Bonnie's expression softened a bit and then she nodded her head. "I'm not worried about that anymore. I know that you'll die for her."

Damon nodded, moving slightly to the left so that Bonnie could get in. "She's upstairs. She was sleeping a few minutes ago, but I think I heard her wake up."

Right at that moment, Elena appeared going down the stairs, her hair tousled and her eyes still puffy.

"Who is it?" She mumbled sleepily, but then as she saw Bonnie, Elena put her hands over her mouth and ran straight to her best friend's arms.

"Elena!" Bonnie cried, holding her friend tightly, squeezing her. "Oh God, Elena, I missed you so much…"

"I missed you too," Elena said, wiping tears of happiness away. "Damon told me about what you did for us. Thank you so much, Bonnie."

"I'm just so sorry for everything that happened," Bonnie sobbed, her tight grip still around Elena's shoulders. "I'm so sorry."

"H-how is everyone?" Elena stammered, "And Caroline…Oh God, how's Caroline?"

Bonnie bit her lip.

"Oh my God, what happened to her, Bonnie?"

"She was taken away a few days after you were," Bonnie explained sadly. "We are thinking…" She let tears flow down her cheeks, but she pulled herself together. "We're thinking that she was killed. We captured the vampire that owned her, but there was no sign of Caroline. He didn't want to tell us anything about her."

"Oh my God," Elena wept, "Can you try and find her, Bonnie? You're a witch, for God's sake…"

"I'm not strong enough," Bonnie continued, "But I'm working on it. I'm tired of seeing destruction, Elena. First you, then Jenna, then Caroline…You were all taken away."

"What happened after then? What happened to my brother?"

"Jeremy decided we needed to act about it. He was so sad, Elena, he went to the point of suicide. But then, Alaric offered him to reside in the mansion the Council has, at the Lockwood's. Apparently, this house was built to protect humans in case of war. But the vampires invaded us, and soon lots of people started to die because of the lack of food."

"Klaus," Damon spat. "He wanted war. When Elena was in the Dark Dimension, that's all he mentioned. He wanted to own the earth and get rid of every human."

"It was a hard time," Bonnie sobbed, "I saw children dying. I saw women suffering in the hands of vampires. I tried to heal so many people, but I just wasn't strong enough…"

"Shh, shh," Elena soothed her, but Bonnie continued. "And then I had the emotional heartbreak, Elena. I thought that you were dead. And then, they told me that you were taken to the Dark Dimension, and I couldn't stop thinking about how horrifying it is… Jenna had just returned from there. There were bruises everywhere. Apparently they set her free because of some deal…"

"Because of Damon," Elena said. "Damon was the one that talked to the superiors to set her free."

"Oh," Bonnie simply commented, throwing a glance at Damon. "Anyway…and then when the humans invaded the Dark Dimension and you weren't there, I thought I lost you forever. I'm so happy you're alive, Elena…"

She then turned to Damon. "When are you going to bring her back to town?"

"It's still dangerous," He explained calmly. "Right now, I want to keep Elena out of sight. Klaus doesn't know that she's not dead. Mystic Falls is not safe."

"You're right..."

"How did you know that I'm still alive, Bonnie?"

"Stephanie's a great friend of mine. She managed to contact me."

"Does Jeremy know?"

"He didn't know that you died," Bonnie looked at her friend. "Lots of people don't."

"Tell him everything," Elena said, "He deserves to know."

A few hours later, Bonnie said her last goodbyes.

"Protect her," She told Damon. "Don't let anything bad happen to her. I just hope that I'll see her in Mystic Falls…safe and happy."

"It's my wish too," Damon replied. "Take care of yourself, Bonnie."

"You need to kill Klaus, Damon," Bonnie said, ignoring his last sentence. "You can't risk him knowing the truth."

"I know," Damon said. "I can't let her live in fear. It's bad enough that we're going through hell because of Cheryl."

"How is she doing?" Bonnie asked with a sad look. "I wanted to ask her…but Stephanie told me she's going through a tough time…"

"I'm thinking about taking her to Europe for a while," Damon swallowed thickly. "She keeps thinking that Cheryl's alive. But it isn't possible."

Bonnie's eyes widened. "But what if it is?"

"What?"

"I don't know, Damon. But I've known Elena my whole life. She's a fighter, and she's strong. What if she's right?"

"No, it's not possible," Damon shook his head. "I asked Stephanie. Hell, I even tried to listen to the baby like I used to do. There was nothing, no heartbeat, no moving…nothing."

Bonnie bit her lip. "Then maybe Elena's just going through a rough time."

"I think so. We both are."

Two months later

Lots of things changed since Bonnie visited Elena. Damon took Elena away from the house they had been residing in, and he kept his word and took her to Italy. There, it was peaceful and quiet, apparently the vampire invasion didn't occur there…yet. Damon knew that many vampires knew about Elena's pregnancy and Klaus's fight for her. He soon realized that he had to be more careful because any vampire could take Elena away from him and take her away to Klaus again, and he would really lose her if that happened.

Because of this, both of them ended up spending lots of time in the mansion he had bought for them, and Elena was getting her strength back. She was doing much better, though her wounds were still not healed. Damon made sure that Elena was happy in the house, and he did everything possible to help her adapt. Elena appreciated the little and big things Damon did for her, including the little flower bouquets he brought her every now and then and the long, beautiful and loving nights she spent with him.

Sometimes, he would still take her out to a restaurant, because he didn't want her to feel like a prisoner in her own house. However, Elena knew that the roads were not safe due to her appearance and everything about her, so she was always next to Damon, and in return, Damon's hand was always surrounding her waist keeping her against his body protectively, his eyes always darting around, ready to attack anyone who dared to lay eyes on Elena with a bad or vampire-ish intention in mind.

They were laying in bed now, and Damon was on top of Elena, capturing her lips with his.

"God, I love you," He mumbled against her cheek, his hot breath making Elena shiver. He continued to trail his lips down her neck, nibbling slightly at the soft skin, then his lips found their way to her collarbone and he placed an open mouthed kiss there. Elena smiled as he continued to trail his lips down her chest, and she felt him lift her shirt up in one swift movement. She smiled contently again when his chest, which was incredibly warm, pressed against hers, feeling him through the bra she was left with.

"You're spoiling me, you know," Elena let out a soft sigh when Damon's soft lips teased and tickled her a little. "Giving me all this."

"I told you before," Damon stroked her cheek. "You deserve to be spoiled."

She leaned in to kiss her. "I love you, fiancé."

"I plan to change that soon," He promised her. "I want to call you my wife."

"I'd like that," Elena said in a serious tone, "I love the sound of it. I do, but…"

"But what?" Damon suddenly tensed up.

"I want our wedding to be perfect, Damon. I want to be able to marry like any other average girl. I don't want to marry in places where there is war."

He stroked her hair soothingly. "I understand, Elena," He told her. "They are taking pre-cautions. We'll be fine soon enough."

"It's funny how you're taking the human side," Elena said, "Did I get under your skin like this?"

"Yep, you did," He smirked, leaning down to continue kiss the skin that he left off earlier. She let out a squeak when he kissed the space on her stomach, almost under her bra, and Damon took an advantage of this as he showered her with kisses. He was planning on kissing every inch of her.

"Why aren't you noticing me, daddy? Don't you love me anymore?"

"Of course I do! I love you so much…"

"I never stopped loving you. I want you to hold me. Do you want to hold me, Daddy?"

"Of course I want to, Cheryl. I dream of being able to hold you."

"Then why don't you want to believe mommy?"

"Because this is a dream, Cheryl. And I live in reality…"

He started to cry, kneeling down in front of the little girl. The little girl went next to him, towering over him, and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Don't. Don't cry, daddy. You don't have to cry."

Damon woke up with a start. He felt moisture on his cheeks, and he realized that he had been crying. He couldn't help shake off the uneasy feeling. He knew that it was his daughter he was dreaming about. Elena was asleep, her backside pressed against his chest, and he loosened his grip on her carefully to be able to wipe the cold sweat.

What if she was alive after all?

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