Maria Salvatore || The Vampire Diaries

thirty two

Third Person POV

When Alaric suddenly died in Damon's arms a few minutes later, he knew something really bad had happened.

Deep down he already knew what it meant. He just didn't want to believe it.

He put Alaric's body in the backseat of the car, then sped off to Mystic Falls.

He still wasn't dead yet, nor was he feeling like he was dying, so that either meant Klaus was lying about being the sire to their blood line or he simply survived, which was impossible, Damon saw him get staked with his own eyes.

It was Stefan who called and broke the news to Damon a few minutes later, he told him that Elena was dead.. because of Maria.

Damon was absolutely pissed, Stefan on the other hand was far too hurt to even think about anything else other than his dead girlfriend laying on the table in front of him.

When Damon got to the hospital, he rushed through the lobby, nobody dared to step in his way. Meredith though, put a hand on his chest and stopped him from going any further.

"When Jeremy brought Elena in earlier, her injuries were worse then I let on. In order to save her, I had to help her."

Damon stared down at the shorter woman, his eyes wide. Meredith gave Elena vampire blood, meaning, she was in transition.

Relief fled through him instantly, but so did the guilt. Elena never wanted to be a vampire, he knew that much.

Still, he pushed past her and walked into the cold room of the morgue. Elena still laid there dead, Stefan looked up at his brother with tears in his eyes. Damon had no idea what to say or do, so he awkwardly put one hand on his brother's shoulder for a spilt second and then walked towards Elena.

"We need to get her home, being in the hospital is the worst place she can transition." Damon spoke up finally, after staring at her body for a few seconds. Stefan sadly nodded.

Once Elena was in her own bed, Stefan sat down beside her. He wasn't going to leave her side and neither was Damon.

"Klaus was lying then.. we're still.. alive." Damon mumbles, the whole house was quiet as they waited for Elena to wake up. Stefan glanced at him for a split second, "I guess he was. Have you heard from Maria?"

Damon looks at his shoes, he had no idea how to feel about what she had done. But how could he be mad at her? He had done the same, he took Klaus away from her so she thought she was taking Elena away from them.

Damon shook his head, "Don't think we will.. not for a long time.. not after Klaus got killed."

Stefan sadly nodded, not taking his eyes of Elena. Who's fingers twitched, Stefan immediately sat up straight. Elena eyes shot open, she sat up immediately and gasped for air.

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Maria's POV

When I got to New York, I only had one place I knew I could go. I knocked on the large apartment door, which was opened almost instantly.

I wanted to smile at who I saw, but the grief I felt was too intense, I only managed to give him a small nod.

Kol surprisingly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me. I didn't know how to react or quite frankly what to say, so I let him hold me. He was sad too, his brother was dead.

"Elijah called, he told me about Klaus. I would ask if you were okay but I know that'd be dumb of me..." Kol mutters, as he pulls away slowly.

I feel like I don't have the energy to talk, so instead I nod, once again. He seems to realize I'm not up for talking, I mean, why would I be? The love of my life is dead. How does anyone move on from this? On the few hour car ride over here, I cried the whole time, I wanted to shut it all off so badly but I knew once I did I wouldn't be the same for a long long time. I don't think I'd ever turn my humanity back on once I turned it off.