A/N: Wow! Thank you all for the incredible reviews for the last chapter! Seriously, all of your reviews make me so happy! =) There will be a segment later on in italicized wording. If it's a bit confusing I explained it at the end. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Xoxo.

"Did you say it? I love you; I don't ever want to live without you. You changed my life. Did you say it? … It might all be gone tomorrow." – Grey's Anatomy.

"Hello, you've reached Bonnie, leave me a message, and I'll return your call as soon as possible."

This was the third time Damon tried calling Bonnie's phone, and all three times her voicemail would play in his ears. He knew that he had fucked up big time with everything he said to her tonight, but he was just angry and hurt that no one told him anything. With all the power and resources he had, he wasn't able to give Rebekah what she needed and it killed him. It killed everyone.

Damon was about to dial Bonnie's house phone because she was probably still at her place getting things for Rebekah, and with everything going on, she probably didn't realize her phone was off. But as soon as he was about too, he heard machines going off from Rebekah's room. He, Klaus, Elijah and Katherine were looking through her room window as the doctors tended to her. Her heart monitor flat lined. This couldn't be happening. It was too soon.

Marcel Gerard was a man who had experienced a lot in his 26 years of life. He grew up going from foster home to foster home; used and abused by some and cared for by others. The latter he couldn't bring himself to return their emotion. Marcel prided himself on being a survivor, on learning quickly, and being good at everything he worked hard to achieve. He graduated high school at the top of his class and made the deans list in college. He had smarts and he had his good looks. He didn't take shit from anyone even though he sometimes gave shit out. And even though he accomplished so much and had the best family in the Mikaelson's and the Salvatore's he still had a twisted side to him that only Klaus could decipher. The fact that Klaus and Marcel found enjoyment in taking a life told them a lot about themselves. But he wouldn't feel bad about what he did for anything, because in his mind, he was doing the right thing.

So, as Marcel's eyes slowly opened, it took him a moment to come to terms with what was going on. The pain he felt all over his body distracted him from the water descending all over him as the rain began to fall. Struggling, as he brought himself up into a sitting position, he looked around and his eyes latched on to the scene several feet away from him.

His memories came rushing back in an instant, making the pain in his head make its self known. He, Bonnie, and Stefan were on their way to the Manor to pick up some things for Rebekah when a truck came out of nowhere. He remembered the impact and being thrown in the air as the car flipped before everything went dark. Immediately Marcel jumped up, and realized that it wasn't the smartest decision when the pain in his left leg and right shoulder increased. If it weren't for the adrenaline coursing through his veins, he would have been back on the ground probably falling back in an unconscious state. But his sole focus was to get to his friends to see if they were alive, and after taking no more than a few seconds to brace himself he relocated his dislocated shoulder back in its socket. The yell that left his lips at the pain didn't slow him down as he limped as fast as he could to the car. And it was barely as if he were moving at all. Putting pressure on his leg was almost unbearable and he didn't want to look at it because if he did, he knew he wouldn't be standing any longer.

He was more than grateful that his jacket was still intact on his body, because he kept his cell phone in one of the pockets. Rebekah usually made fun of him about all of the zippers that were placed on it, but in this moment it could have saved all of their lives as he called 911; especially when the road traveled to the Manor was deserted at this time of night.

The scene before Marcel's eyes almost made him throw up as he noticed Stefan lying between the wind shield. Glass and blood covered him from head to toe, and Marcel hesitated a moment; scared to check his pulse. If Stefan weren't alive he didn't know if he would be able to handle it.

He let out a breath of relief when he felt a slight one and prayed that the ambulance would hurry up. When he heard a light cough, his attention focused inside the car where Bonnie Bennett sat falling in and out of consciousness. The sight of her made him have to stop and catch his breath for a moment because he could feel the bile coming to the surface.

To his surprise he was able to open the passenger door that wasn't as jammed as he thought. The sight of the few deep gashes on her face wasn't what held his attention, it was the object impaled in her. He wanted to pull it out, but he didn't want to cause anymore damage. If he could move her and Stefan away from the vehicle he would, but he could barely lift himself up.

When he saw that her eyes were beginning to close again, he knew that sign too well. "Bonnie, Bonnie…stay awake, help will be here in minute."

When he heard the ambulance, Bonnie's eyes glanced over and connected with his. In that moment the sirens seemed distant. The look she gave him told him everything he didn't want to know. It held fright… pain… that she knew that she may not survive and that she was accepting what may come. Marcel had been the reason in why that look crossed many people's faces. It was the look that came right before they took their last breath. And he didn't want that for Bonnie. He and Bonnie had grown close in the past year and he thought of her as a little sister that he needed to protect even though she didn't need it. She never took his shit and he admired the hell out of her for it.

When the ambulance came, and the paramedics began to tend to them, it became a blur from there. The last thing he remembered seeing was the Paramedics putting Stefan on a stretcher before his vision became hazy and everything went black. The adrenaline that had been pumping through Marcel's veins had finally settled down.

Rebekah was alive. For now. Elijah, Katherine, Klaus, and Damon were waiting outside her hospital room as the doctors ran test.

"Mr. Salvatore?" Damon heard a male voice call his name.

He turned around to see another doctor standing before him with an unreadable expression on his face. Instantly, he thought that maybe they had found a heart for Rebekah. But as he began to really study the doctor's face expression he could feel something else was wrong.

"Mr. Salvatore, you're next to kin to Stefan Salvatore?"

Was this doctor an idiot? Did the last name not give it away? "Yes." Just by that one word, you could tell that his patience was running thin.

"There was an accident," The doctor continued.

Damon didn't realize he had lost his balance until Elijah was holding him up. The doctor's voice became that of a distant whisper as he informed him that his brother was in a car accident and died in the ambulance. And that the other two people that were in the car were Bonnie and Marcel who were both headed to surgery and Bonnie was in critical condition with not a good chance of surviving the night.

Damon didn't know how much time had passed when he was able to gain his balance back and Elijah was able to let him go. His mind was all over the place and yet he couldn't process a simple thought. He felt numb, dejected and his body didn't even feel as if it belonged to him, as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening…. what had already happened.

He was sitting at his brother's bedside, holding his hand, praying that somehow… someway he would wake up. Stefan Salvatore was pronounced brain dead and the machines he was currently hooked up to were keeping his other organs alive and healthy. Damon knew that it wouldn't last that way for long, so he had a choice to make; a choice to donate his organs. But he couldn't do that because his brain would start working again. He couldn't lose hope. He couldn't give up on him.

Stefan never gave up on him. When Damon was going through his addiction, Stefan had stuck through it with him. He had been there for him through it all; no matter how many times Damon pushed him away.

"Damnit, Stefan…." The anger and pain filled his voice, as the tears clouded his eyes. "You have to wake up." He squeezed his hand, wondering if he could feel it; hoping that he would squeeze his hand back to assure him that he was going to be okay. But nothing happened. "They want to give your organs away and I don't want that so you need to wake up okay? You're the strong one Stefan. You always have been. Even when we were kids. You always said you looked up to me, but Stefan, I always looked up to you. You're my hero." He confessed. And it was true, Stefan may have been younger, but he always looked up to him. "I need you to fight this. I need you to get better. I need you to wake up okay. I need…." He choked on a sob, "I can't lose you Stefan. I can't be strong without you… I can't… please Stefan…"

Damon couldn't stop the tears that continued to fall for his brother. A part of him still wasn't aware that this was happening. Stefan Salvatore was not dead. Not his little brother. He was just here earlier today.

When he felt Elijah Mikaelson's hand grasp onto his shoulder, he couldn't even turn to look at him. All he could see was Stefan.

They were silent for what felt like hours; both of them torn into pieces about the recent events circulating around them.

"I would never ask you for this." Elijah's voice was low, unrecognizable. The pain and sadness visible on his features. "I can't ask you for this."

And yet Damon already knew what he couldn't ask. He couldn't even be mad at Elijah because if the tables were turned, he would be doing the same thing. Stefan was brain dead, and all his other organs worked. They found out that Stefan was a match for Rebekah and it was Damon's decision to make, if she could get his heart.

How do you do that? How do you make a decision that will leave your brother permanently dead but make your sister live? It was his decision to make and yet he wanted to ask Stefan, but he couldn't. He wanted to ask Bonnie, the love of his life, whom he relied on through a lot in just this past year, and he couldn't even do that. She was in surgery fighting for her life and he really couldn't breathe thinking about it.

His mind was racing, and yet as he looked at Stefan… really looked at him. No matter how selfish Damon was; he knew what Stefan would want.

When Elena Gilbert heard a knock at the front door, she immediately thought it was Stefan; forgetting for a moment that he would have a key to his own apartment. She had been trying to contact him for the last few hours to see how Rebekah was doing, but she figured his phone had died because it kept going straight to voicemail.

But when she opened the door, she was a bit surprised to see her twin sister on the other side. The look of despair and the tears streaming down her face, made her all too aware of what had happened. Rebekah Mikaelson was dead. Elena may have not been super close to Rebekah, but she liked her and they were practically family. She didn't want that for her.

She instantly wrapped Katherine into a hug, and her voice was soft as she spoke. "When did it happen?"

"Lena…" Katherine's voice held pain.

Elena was a bit taken aback because Katherine rarely called her Lena. The only time she did was if she had to break some horrible news to her.

"There was an accident…." She began, trying to form the words to tell her twin sister what she could barely wrap her brain around. "Stefan, Bonnie, and Marcel were in a car accident tonight."

"What?" In that moment Elena thought her heart stopped beating.

"Bonnie and Marcel are in surgery…"

When Katherine paused, Elena's world felt like it was falling down. "Are they going to be okay?" Elena couldn't even process anything at the thought of Bonnie not making it during surgery.

"I don't know….they won't let us know anything yet."

"Well how's Stefan, is he in surgery too?"

"Lena…."

"Katherine, please….is Stefan in surgery too?" The tears escaped her eyes at the look on her face. The fact that she didn't say anything about Stefan told her what she didn't want to hear.

"I'm sorry Elena, he didn't make it."

"No!" she yelled. "You're lying!"

Katherine tried to hold on to Elena but she backed away as if her touched burned her.

Elena picked back up her phone and continuously tried calling Stefan's cell. She grew angry because it kept going to voicemail. "Stefan this is Elena, when you get this message, please call me." She then grabbed her coat.

"Elena…"

"Katherine, No, Stefan is not dead." She wasn't going to believe it. Stefan was not dead. She was just lying in his arms not that long ago.

As Elena headed towards the door to open it, Katherine immediately closed it and held onto her sister. She struggled for a moment.

"Elena there was nothing that you could have done."

"He was just here…we were just…" she cried. It became too hard for her to stand as she fell to the ground and cried in Katherine's arms.

Damon didn't know how long he had been standing in Bonnie's room staring at her in a comatose state. The doctors said that she was still alive but had fallen into a coma. A part of him, through all the tragic events that just took place, was able to let out a breath of relief at the fact of her just being alive. But then the question entered his mind of how long? How long could someone really survive in a coma?

Bonnie looked so fragile, hooked up to machines that she shouldn't be hooked up to. Even though he wasn't her next of kin, he forced the doctors to tell him what happened, and to know that she was impaled in the accident and that she felt everything. It almost killed him.

He then kissed her forehead, hoping that he didn't cause her pain, and then he sat in a chair beside her bed. He sat there because he couldn't go anywhere else. He couldn't be in the outside world right now. His brother's organs were being donated to people in need of them, including Rebekah who got his heart. She may have not been on the transplant list, but Damon had the final say on his brother's organs and he knew it was what he would have wanted.

As he continued to stare at the love of his life, he wiped the few tears that fell from his eyes. He lost his brother today and Bonnie may never wake up. No one could understand the pain he felt.

And he didn't want to feel it anymore.

"Bonnie we're here."

Bonnie's eyes shot open to the sound of one of her good friend's voices. She looked towards the window to see the jet landing. As soon as Bonnie got on Stefan's private jet, she immediately fell asleep. She was up the whole night before working on dance moves, getting ready for this summer dance program she got into in New York. Only a few people across the country made it in every summer, and this summer she had been one of the selected few. Excited wasn't the word. This was her first time being in New York and definitely her first time being on a private jet.

Bonnie was glad that the summer had come, because she would be spending her days doing something she loved, she was able to take a much needed break from school work and research papers that her first year of college entailed, and Matt, her best friend would be accompanying her to New York. The only thing that sucked was that she wouldn't be able to hang out with all of her best friends this summer. Elena was studying abroad and Caroline was spending the summer with her dad in California. Tyler was trying the male bonding with his dad, but she was sure that it wouldn't last long because they rarely got along.

Out of all of her friends, Matt was the one that she was probably the closest too. They were pretty much always attached at the hip, to the point that people constantly assumed there was something going on between them. But that had never been the case because they were just really good friends. Okay, they did share a few kisses here and there but that was either to get someone out of a messy situation, a dare, a drunken night, or that first kiss when they wanted to know what it felt like. To them it had been purely platonic. But Bonnie could honestly say that Matt was pretty much her soul mate. He was the one person that she could rely on more than anyone, vice versa.

She remembered during New Year's Eve, she and Matt attended a party, and she almost found herself doing cocaine once, but with much thought she decided not to do it, and since she felt so strongly about her decision, Matt who had tried it once, decided he wouldn't do it anymore for her. And she was more than grateful, because she knew the affects drugs could have on your body if an addiction were to happen, and if anything were to happen to Matt, she probably wouldn't be able to survive.

After getting off the jet, they drove in Stefan's car and Bonnie and Matt couldn't help but express excitement about spending their summer in New York. They always talked about how nice it must have been to have money like Stefan. Private jets whenever you wanted, traveling anytime, houses and mansions all over the world. Bonnie couldn't help but think that Elena Gilbert had lucked out. She and Stefan had been dating for a little over two years now and it was obvious that they were in love and would most likely end up getting married. They gave her hope. Even though right now she didn't see herself getting involved with anyone, Bonnie did hope to one day build a life with someone and have children.

"Are you guys sure you're okay staying with me at my brother's place until my apartment is done getting renovated?"

"Yes, Stefan." Bonnie answered his question for the umpteenth time today. "As long as your brother doesn't mind."

Stefan's brother did mind at first. Damon Salvatore made it known that he didn't want to play house with a bunch of Stefan's college friends. But since he was usually always working, Stefan was able to convince him to let them stay until his place was done being renovated in about a month.

"He's fine with it, plus he's mainly at work all the time so I doubt we'll be seeing him a lot."

"So, Stefan what club are we hitting tonight?" Matt changed the subject. This was pretty much his first time being out of Virginia and he couldn't hide that he was thrilled to get a vacation; especially one that he didn't have to pay for.

"I was thinking we could hit a few clubs, get a feel of downtown." Stefan answered.

Bonnie couldn't help but smile. This was going to be a great trip and she was glad she got to spend it with two of her best friends.

When they stepped into Damon Salvatore's penthouse, both Bonnie and Matt's mouth hit the floor. The place was huge, beautiful, and more than just a messy bachelor's pad they thought it would be.

"I hope you're brother knows that he may have a house guest for more than just a month." Bonnie walked around, admiring the place.

"My place looks way better than this." Stefan immediately said, causing Bonnie to laugh a little.

"Stefan was always jealous of my place. He could never get one like it."

Bonnie and Matt instantly turned towards the male voice that made his presence known in the penthouse.

Bonnie had to make sure that her jaw wasn't on the ground and she prayed that she wasn't blushing. Damon Salvatore was downright gorgeous. As Stefan made the introductions, Bonnie found herself getting trapped into his blue eyes. And the fact that those eyes never left hers, made her believe that this was definitely going to be one interesting summer.

"The doctor's said no visitors."

Caroline Forbes jumped a little at the sound of Damon's voice, because she thought he was asleep. She practically had to sneak in because the doctors said Bonnie wasn't allowed visitors who weren't her family, and Ms. Sheila's flight had been delayed, so she wouldn't be in until the morning.

"I could say the same for you." Caroline's voice betrayed agony and sadness for her best friend, and a hint annoyance towards Damon for thinking he had the right to be the only one who got to see Bonnie just because he donated a lot of money to this hospital. She understood that he was hurting; that he had lost his brother tonight. But Bonnie was her best friend… Bonnie was her sister, and she had a right to be in here as well.

Damon didn't say anything as he continued to stare at Bonnie. He hadn't stopped staring at her for a few hours.

Caroline tried her best to keep it together upon seeing Bonnie's still form. Her face held bruises, scrapes and cuts, and she had bandages everywhere, as well as a neck brace on.

It's so strange that just the other day they were laughing and discussing moments in their lives and enjoying a fashion show that they stayed up all night to finish designs for. How could this have happened? How could Bonnie be in a coma? How could Stefan be dead? How could this be their life?

She walked on the other side of Bonnie and softly touched her hand. "Bonnie if you can hear me, I need you to wake up soon." Caroline's voice cracked as the tears formed again. "Please…."

As Caroline began to cry, Damon didn't want to be around her… he couldn't. He had cried enough himself and seeing someone else do it when he just wanted quiet, was something he couldn't handle right now.

"I'll be back, if…when she wakes up," He corrected. "Please call me."

Caroline nodded, "Of course."

"When will she be out of surgery?" Marcel asked.

"It will be a few hours," Klaus answered, as he sat by Marcel's bedside.

Marcel had made it out of surgery with a stitched up leg where he would have to be on crutches for awhile, a sling around his arm, and a few cuts and bruises among his body. He was glad that the doctors were very friendly with the morphine. It would take a while for him to truly heal and be able to walk without support, but he was alive… and he should be grateful for that. But in reality, he wasn't as content as he should be.

Stefan was dead. The guy he thought of as a brother was gone. When Klaus broke the news to him after his surgery, he couldn't wrap his brain around it… he still couldn't. He felt a pulse on Stefan after the crash… he felt a pulse and he was sure that he would have pulled through. Stefan had been this guy who always did the right thing… he was honorable. He wasn't like him. And for this to happen… he didn't deserve that. He deserved to be alive…to build a life for himself. And now he couldn't.

And then to find out that Bonnie was in a coma. All of it was too much.

"You can't say anything to Rebekah." Klaus's voice cracked a bit, as he struggled to get his wording out. There was a chance that Rebekah could reject Stefan's heart, because heart surgeries were never one hundred percent. Complications arose all the time; even a year later. And when Rebekah gets out of surgery and then hears the news about Stefan, she could easily go into cardiac arrest.

The tears in Klaus's eyes were visible, but he tried his best not to let himself fully cry in front anyone, no matter what the situation was. If that made him heartless then so be it. He always chose to throw things, get violent, curse, and drink himself into an early grave.

And Marcel knew it.

"It's okay, Klaus. It's just me." And that's when Klaus bent down and put his head in his hands. His body began to shudder almost violently as the tears flowed from his eyes. Marcel did his best to comfort his brother. He held on to him as best as he could, and in that moment, he too cried.

When Damon got back to his penthouse, he grabbed a package that was left for him in front of his door and laid it down on his desk. His pain ran deep. His body was an empty cave full of emotions. He then looked around his apartment at the decorations he had set up. He hired a few decorators to make his penthouse look like a night in Italy. It was a place Bonnie always wanted to visit, and since she had been working crazy days and nights with Rebekah and he had been swamped at work, they never really just had time to go.

Just thinking about it, and thinking about Stefan made him feel as if he couldn't breathe, as he braced onto his couch to keep him standing up right. Before he knew it he was unloading contents from his mouth into his trash can. Everything from the past 24 hours had caught up with him.

He then gazed around his apartment, and his eyes latched on to a few photos of he and Bonnie, he and Stefan, and one with all three of them.

And that's when he snapped.

Damon began to throw all of the pictures around the room. He snatched down a lot of the decorations, throwing them, kicking and pushing over furniture. His pain could never be helped. It could never bring Stefan back.

When he knocked off one of Klaus's paintings he had on his wall, his eyes came in contact with one of his safes. And it was the exact safe he needed to see at this moment in time. He punched in the code, and pulled out one of the contents.

He held the bottle of Bourbon like a cherished masterpiece. He knew he shouldn't have had it here, but somewhere in his warped brain of becoming sober, he needed it near even if he couldn't drink it.

He didn't even bother to get a glass; he just took a swig straight from the bottle. It burned his throat for a moment, but then it just felt like home. Something that his body knew was missing and something that it remembered and latched onto.

Damon took a few more swigs before he began to feel a little ease.

And that's when his eyes came into view of something on the floor. Something that he didn't realize that got mixed up in his mass destruction on everything.

The tiny blue box with a ring in it meant for Bonnie's hand. He was going to propose after the fashion show. He wanted her to be his wife. He wanted Stefan to be his best man.

And now….now he couldn't have that. Now all he wanted was to keep drinking his liquor and not feel a thing.

When he put the small box down, the package that was left for him came into his line of view again. There wasn't a return address on it, but he decided to open it anyway. In it was an envelope full a photos and a note. As he looked through the pictures, he felt sick, and it wasn't from the alcohol. His anger clouded his judgment at the rage he was feeling. He was beyond the point of pain. He wanted to kill someone.

In that envelope were several pictures of Stefan, Bonnie, and Marcel all during the time of the accident. He felt his legs give out beneath him as he hit the ground and read the note that came with it.

I'll be seeing you, -Conner.

A/n: Thank you all so much for reading this chapter! I hope I don't have to dodge any bullets for my decision to kill Stefan in this story. And I hope you all continue reading.

If the italicized part was confusing, it's actually Bonnie dreaming of a life she would have had if she and Matt never got mixed up in drugs. It's not going to be throughout the story because of course Bonnie has to wake up soon =)

Also, since the story is still focused on addiction. We got a taste of Bonnie's past with her addiction and her recovery. But we now have Damon to discuss, especially since he's drinking again.

Again, I hope you all enjoy & please review =)