The Petrova Bloodline

Chapter 19

Izabelah's POV

The funeral was beautiful, but so, so sad. Jenna hadn't deserved to die, and I wished that there could have been something I could have done to stop it. I'd spent the night at the Boarding House, not wanting to go home again, not with Niklaus alive and well. The feeling of the safe around me still made me shiver, and I had curled up with my Damon all night, just holding him and him holding me.

But when I woke up, he wasn't there, and I heard something in the parlour. I grabbed one of his shirts again, it just covered my ass as I quickly ran in there, seeing Damon recovering from the sun, being held out of it by Stefan. Neither saw me, so I ducked behind the sofa, listening.

"Get off of me!" Damon shouted, trying to fight him, but he suddenly seemed so weak.

"You're not doing this. You have a gorgeous girl asleep in your room who loves you, and you love her, you have a reason to live."

He shook his head, eyes filling with tears. "You know what happened to Rose, Stefan. Izzi told me that there's no cure, and I don't want her to see this, to get her hopes up at anything."

No... I stood up then, letting him see me, and his face fell. "Y, you told me you were fine, Damon..." I whispered, scared that I spoke any louder then I would start crying. "Please, please tell me you haven't been bitten..."

"Izzi... I, I 'm sorry, I didn't want this to happen..." He suddenly dropped to the ground as Stefan let go, and I ran forwards, holding him up a little. "Izzi, Iz, Izabelah, you are the love of my life, but you said it yourself, there's no cure. You need to say goodbye to me, and try to move on."

I shook my head, wiping his damp black curls off his forehead. "I don't care, you're not dying today." Pressing a kiss to his forehead, I nodded to Stefan, who grabbed us both and threw him into the cell, slamming the door shut. "I love you, I'm not just going to let you die."

"What's the plan, baby? You already know that there's nothing, the spell making me a Vampire is yours, and the reason they're toxic is because of Tattia being the one making the Originals."

"Damon, please. I never had a reason to fight before, I do now and if it is the last thing I do, I will make sure that you are cured from this bite. I love you, please, please, I can't lose you..."

He laughed dryly, rolling onto his back and coughing. "Oh, right. A miracle cure. Good luck with that one, Iz. You know there's nothing."

Stefan stepped forwards at this point. "I got Bonnie looking for something, anything. Izzi can work from here, make sure you're safe."

"Always the hero, Stefan. Just tell me goodbye and get it over with. Izzi, I love you too, but I don't want you to watch..." He broke off, starting to cough, and then a puddle of deep red blood came from his mouth onto the hard stone floor.

"Lie still, baby. Conserve your strength..." I managed, nodding to Stefan who put his hand comfortingly on my shoulder, then left, leaving us together. "I, I'm going to go have a shower, get dressed and try and work this out. Like you said a few days ago, you die, then I will go to the other side just to be with you too."

He groaned, looking up at me. "No, no, Iz, you have Rosie. She needs you. I die, you forget me and move on. You don't need me, I helped you out of your shell, your heart, it's yours."

"No, it's yours, and it's been that way for 150 years. Stay strong, my Love. Please." I retreated back up the stairs, heading for where our currently shared bathroom was, and turned the water as hot as it would go, needing the feeling of the scalding water on my skin to remind me that I was awake, to tell me that my boyfriend was really dying of a wolf bite.