Authors note: This is all about Sage, most of it is a flashback. Hence the italicized words. The next chapter is also going to be Sage P.O.V. but I decided to split it up because I feel it will be easier to read and understand that way partially because this is a flashback and the next piece in her P.O.V. is in the present. Please review, I enjoy knowing what you think!

I do not own any of the characters from The Vampire Diaries or Pretty Little Liars! Enjoy!

Sage P.O.V.

I felt as if my life was draining out of me. Like I had when I saved Henrik all those years ago. I had offered up my own life in exchange for his, as I had not yet learned of found an alternate spell for that kind of healing. As that thought came forward my hands started shaking and I clasped them together tightly in front of my chest. I know I should sit or lie down, but my pride keeps me standing. The only time I'd ever let my guard down in front of someone besides my beloved was when I saw his father Mikeal run him through with a sword. I'd cried out, "NO!" right before and his eyes caught mine for the briefest moment and I heard him utter one thing, "Sage."

He had looked saddened when he saw my face, my frantic expression, and his mother Ester quickly wrapped her arms around me and began running her hand along the back of my head in a soothing motion. Her other arm reached across my body and held me tight to her so I wouldn't be able to do anything. I still tried to move forward despite this, "No. No. No." I cried softer now as I finally allowed the tears to flow knowing he was dead. I no longer fought Ester anymore and collapsed in her arms and cried. Finally she let her hold loosen slightly but pulled me with her and sat me down at his feet.

"I have to fetch something. Please stay right here Sage darling." She said, running her hand along the back of my head once more before leaving me with the dead bodies of her children and what would have been my family too eventually. I leaned against his legs and laid my head on my arms, on the edge of his lap. I was very sleepy; my body has had a hard time coping with the magic I did to save his youngest brother Henrik.

Soon I woke to the feeling of being shifted and pulled into someone's arms. I opened my eyes to see and let out a strangled sob. "You're alive!" I exclaimed seeing he was perfectly fine brought on a whole new wave of tears. I had begun to blubber how I thought he was dead in between my cries.

Very soon my crying had stopped altogether and it was only because of him, him simply being alive brought me immense joy. As a witch I could tell something was off about him and I knew it had to do with whatever it was Mikeal and Ester did. I couldn't bring myself to really care, after all he was here and alive with me. Pulling myself back slightly I cupped his face in my hands and he kept one hand on my waist to keep me in place, the other hand he brought to my face as well. He trailed his fingers down my chin and lifted it slightly before capturing my lips in a kiss. This was unlike the few chaste kisses we'd shared in secret. It was more passionate and hungry. Soon he pulled back and I saw his eyes had blackened and dark veins appeared below them. I took a sharp, quick breath before reaching out and running a finger along them, "What…?" I trailed off, not knowing what exactly to ask.

He seemed confused as well, "I… I don't know." He leaned in slightly, taking a deep breath. "But you… smell… soo… sooo… good…"He trailed off as he got closer to my neck. "Don't bite her. You love her. If you're hungry I'll get you something." Mikeal said as he walked back into the room. "What?" He asked, confusion lacing his voice. "You're mother and I wanted to protect you after the wolf attacked Henrik. We've made you stronger, faster, and healthier. There were some side effects, you require blood to live now."

Ester walked back into the room carrying small bowls. "She is a powerful witch," she said as she came over and grasping my wrist she pulled me up to my feet, "Her blood is exactly what we need to finish the transformation. Any blood would really do, but hers is filled with only the most powerful magic, and Finn loves her which makes it even more binding.

"No! Don't touch her!" Finn bursted. He had been compliant when they demanded his life, but he wouldn't stand by and allow them to hurt Sage.

"Ah!" I cried out in pain as Ester cut my wrist with her knife and squeezed above it, allowing my blood to flow freely into the bowls she had brought.

When she figured she had enough she pushed me slightly into Finn's arms, as he was standing now. I lifted my wrist as he placed cloth beneath it the catch the blood. My blood. He seemed so fixated on it.

"You can drink all you want now son. Your mother has all she needs." I looked up at my beloved Finn, and suddenly I was eerily calm. If my blood would help him survive, I would happily offer it.

I leaned my head up and kissed him softly, a bold move with his family there, before telling him three simple, yet powerful words. "I love you." I think he understood I would give him as much as he wanted. I lifted my wrist closer to his mouth and let him decide. He gazed at it and then his eyes were on mine as he lifted it the rest of the way to his mouth. I tried to keep my face stoic and void of emotions such as pain, from the initial pain of his teeth ripping into my skin. I didn't want him to worry because this is what he needed. I felt myself start to sway, my crimson blood dribbling down his chin. I had no doubt I would have died from the weakness after healing Henrik anyhow if he had not drained me enough that I died shortly after he released me.

Everything had begun to fade and I heard Finn cry out my name frantically, "Sage?! Sage!? No! My love!" I forced my eyes open one last time so I could see his beautiful face before I did, I wanted it to be the last thing I saw.

"I. Love. You. Finn." I declared to him, in between my short, quiet, gasping breaths, in as strong a voice as I could muster before snuggling into his arms and finally allowing the darkness to overtake me.

That was the last thing I remember before waking up in the cave with Bridget.