The Heavenly Appeal {A Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction}

{8} Lights For The Blind

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Chapter Eight

Lights For The Blind

=-Mystic Falls, Virginia-=

2009

"Char?" Elena gasped in shock, her mouth gently parting open. Her expression must have mirrored mine perfectly. "W-What? H-How . . . ?"

The stranger jumped to his feet as soon as my power over his body relinquished without my knowledge. My full attention focused on Stefan who was languidly pulling himself out of his trap. It looked like he was in pain but he was still standing and breathing. "You should be dying!" I nearly shouted unbelievingly. "Why aren't you-"

"Char!" Elena's voice rang sharply as she screamed.

I turned just in time to hold him in mid-air, straining my energy as the seconds passed. "Oh." There were a few intakes of breath at my actions, but my eyes stayed on him. I didn't want to repeat the same mistake. His face was a few feet away from me and it twisted into a frustrated sneer. I could feel him fighting back to move again, but he clearly underestimated my capability. He looked like he could've been thirty-two years old with brown hair and dull brown eyes, and I secretly wondered why I expected more. I guess every guy in Mystic Falls can't be devastatingly handsome like Damon or Stefan.

In horror, I watched as black veins sprouted across his exposed skin, all over his neck and face. The whites of his eyes transformed into the murky shade of vicious red - his color of brown almost glowed, and parts of his teeth sharpened into needle-like fangs for easy lacerations. "Witch!" The man hissed rather nastily.

My eyes narrowed, a little offended for Bonnie's sake. "Close enough," I snapped, throwing him across the cafeteria. There was a gust of wind that passed by my body and in a blink of an eye, Damon was standing over him. He had his own wounds though not as horrid as Stefan's. The man gave out a gasp and fell to his knees with a wooden stake freshly dug into his stomach. More blood poured from the wound. I shouted in disbelief, "What the hell Damon? What do you think you're doing? Are you trying to kill him!?"

"No," he actually answered. "I'm going to kill him. There's a difference, sweetie."

"Nobody is killing anybody," Stefan managed to assure me as he struggled to his feet. Elena had rushed over to him after getting over her period of shock and helped him to his feet. They staggered slowly to where Damon was and I hesitantly followed, avoiding the smears of blood on the plastic floor. My stomach began to twist uncomfortably and I could literally smell the stench of bloodshed in the air. "Why are you doing this?"

He let out a strangled chuckle. "It's fun?"

Not hesitating, Damon proceeded to knee him in the face and plunge the stake even deeper. There was an awful crunch of his nose breaking and he fell to the ground in heaps, letting out curses that would've burned my ears red if I hadn't used them at least once myself. "What do you want, hmm? A stake through the throat or a pierced lung?"

"Damon!" I scolded. Under the dread and shock, I was curious to how he could still be conscious after all that.

Stefan added to my argument. "That's enough, Damon."

The man taunted shamelessly, "Yes Damon, that's enough."

He ignored us and targeted the wrist, striking past the flesh and muscle. Blood spurted out of his wound in a gruesome manner. I watched in horror and eyed the limp muscle. The gutwrenching screeching that followed it made me turn to the nearest trash can and I could feel apologetic stares on my back. I honestly didn't care for their apologies. What was left of my lunch crawled out of my throat and into the plastic bag. The smell was revolting - a mixture of vomit and metal - and I edged away, trying to take a breath to soothe my squirming stomach. When I finished, I realized someone was holding my hair back in comfort, rubbing slow circles at my back.