Damon Salvatore (d_salvatore) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2012-09-22 21:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | damon salvatore, elena gilbert |
Who: Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert
What: Flash back
Where: Salvatore House, Mystic Falls, VA
When: One year ago
Warnings: Sweet baby jesus angst and maybe some cussing, it is Damon
Damon's head had been pounding for the last eighteen hours. That was exactly how long it had been since Elena woke up on that slab in the morgue after dying. He angrily poured the amber liquor into his glass and threw it back before promptly pouring another. He had zero idea what the hell he was doing. He and Stefan had just finished arguing and Stefan took off in a fit of rage or whatever it was he was calling what he did nowadays. Damon could never tell if he was Stefan or Ripper sometimes, lines were blurry.
Damon had taken a step back and had paced the house for the last seventeen hours while his baby brother tried his best to get Elena to drink. To transition. When Stefan came up the stairs angry and exhausted looking Damon decided that was the opportune time to pick a fight. They were roaring at one another and Stefan finally ended it by leaving, the door slamming loudly behind him. Damon had been listening to his brother and Elena as he tried coaxing her to drink and he understood why he took off but Elena made her choice. He glanced at his watch before he downed one last swig of scotch and he started down the stairs.
"Elena?" Damon asked quietly as he reached the wooden cell door in the basement of the Salvatore house. She didn't answer and he stood there for a minute or two before he opened the door and stepped into the room. The room was small and his eyes landed on Elena tucked in a corner with her knees drawn to her chest. His face twisted into a painful grimace and he was stuck there for a moment, unable to do anything other than feel the pain radiating through his body. He finally found the energy to move his feet and he made his way to her and carefully sat on the dirt floor beside her.
"I won't let you get out." He said softly as her eyes nervously drifted between her knees and the open door. He finally got up and pulled the door closed and reached through the bars and locked the door, leaving the key in the lock. He settled back down beside her and stared forward for what felt like an eternity. He let his head roll to the side and he looked at her, really looked at her for the first time. She looked like hell and he knew she was dying. He didn't get why Stefan couldn't convince her, maybe it had to do something with him letting her die.
"Elena..." His voice sounded strained and cracked slightly with emotion. He was still trying to piece together the phone conversation he had with her not too long ago and now he was going to have to find some way to convince her to transition when her boyfriend couldn't. Elena Gilbert was really good at being stubborn but Damon was really good at not taking no for an answer. Elena dying again? Not an option. He wouldn't feel what he felt again in the same day, he wouldn't survive it. He could still feel the weight of Ric's body fading in his arms as he died and it sunk in what that meant. Elena was dead.
He couldn't find any more words so he put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him and just held tightly onto her. There weren't words that could express what he felt right now. Everything he'd ever fought for was undone in five minutes. He fought with everything he had to keep her alive. Everything. He had lost and so had she. He pressed his lips against her hair and rested his chin on top of her head.