DELENA FANFICTION :: END TIMES

The darkness surrounded me from all sides. I couldn’t see my hand right in front of me let alone anything in the distance. The silence was deafening as I sat in the abyss that was my mind. I remembered nothing; I thought of nothing, I simply was. For a moment I felt as though this was it, my eternity would consist of this, emptiness but then something tugged at me. Seemingly, pulled at my insides as if they were being yanked away from me and soon my gaze fluttered open and I found myself somewhere else. My mind flooded with emotions, fear, confusion, and the feeling of being cold. I lay on what felt to be a straight slab of metal and upon further observation of my surroundings I found that it was. Cocoa hues flicker away from the ceiling toward a man whose face was buried in his knees. His hair was damp and his clothes were ragged and from there understanding dawned on me. “Stefan,” his name hit my like a ton of bricks, his name spoken like poison on my lips that left a bad taste in my mouth or that could have been the riven water. I remembered now, everything that a moment ago I had forgotten. We crashed off Wickery Bridge and #Matt… Oh #Matt. #Stefan looked up, his eyes glistening with tears as his hands were immediately latched into mine. “Matt?” I spoke. #Stefan, smiled lightly and I knew he was okay but how… how did I survive? I looked into his troubled gaze. His smile fading quickly as he just watched me. “How—“ I coughed, clearing my throat. “How am I alive?” #Stefan didn’t answer instead he just stared into my eyes as if waiting for me to make sense of it but for the life of me I couldn’t come up with an answer. Remembering now I know, I know that I died so how—my thoughts trailed off as #Stefan finally spoke. “You wounds before, when you collapsed at home,” I nodded, remembering. “They were worse off than we had originally thought so when we brought you to the hospital, Meredith—“ I interjected then, “Gave me blood.” I provided, “Damon’s blood.” #Stefan nodded looking, if at all possible, more grave than before. “So I’m—I’m a vampire.” I said sitting up at the same time, releasing my grasp on him a little too quickly as I fell from the table and landing almost impossibly on my feet. I looked up from #Stefan after hearing a familiar voice outside, #Damon. “No, Stefan, No he—I don’t want him to see me like this.” I look down at myself. “I don’t want -you- to see me like this.” I move away from the table I was laying on and into the shadows. “Please, Stefan… Tell him to go away.” #Stefan stood, moving in a swift motion until he was next to me. His expression more stoic than ever before, “Stefan,” I spoke his name again before #Damon’s form stood just outside the door. My gaze was caught by the knob that now jiggled. #Stefan then sprang into action, grabbing my hand and moving me towards the door at the far end of the room and away from where #Damon was coming from. Just as we disappeared through the door I saw the other open and caught a glimpse of him but then we were gone. I knew he would chase us, I mean it was #Damon after all but I couldn’t. I just can’t deal with this right now, not on top of my impending trek into Vampirism. We had vanished into a small corridor that had hospital supplies lining the walls and soon we appeared in the main hospital again just before the exit. I looked back into the small hallway and then down into the hospital for any signs of him but there was nothing. “Come on,” #Stefan urged as we moved out into the cool night air. We left the hospital headed toward the one place I knew #Damon would find us, home. We walked into the house. “Stefan, Damon will find us here… We have to go somewhere else.” And that’s when I felt it, a tug at my mind like something was pulling me into my own subconscious and there I was, in my room, #Damon standing before me seemingly shattered as he spoke calmly, “I love you and it's because I love you that I can't be selfish with you and why you can't know this. I don't deserve you…but my brother does.” It was in my room, #Damon had returned my necklace and made me forget it. I was thrust back from the memory into my body once more when I collapsed to the ground. “Damon,” his name came out in a whisper and #Stefan’s expression changed as he kneeled down next to me. It was merely seconds later when I heard him at the door. #Damon hadn’t wasted anytime tracking us. He knocks though I don’t understand why because he didn’t wait for us to answer. Instead he just walked in. “I knew I would find you here… you’re too predictable Stefan.”