Words Unspoken (The Vampire Diaries)

Chapter 17

Within seconds I am up those fucking steps, grabbing at the doorknob. Locked. The adrenaline pumps furiously enough that one boot of my foot sends the door flying open. Pieces of wood splinter from the impact, but there is no time for anything but what I have set my mind on. I stare in shock. The doctor's hand is clamped over Elena's mouth, my angel too weak to protest or fight back. Bonnie's back is towards me, but her hands are wrapped around an object I cannot see.

The witch catches me before I can proceed in stopping her, using her powers to fling me across the space. I slam roughly against one of the walls, grunting in pain from the impact. Bonnie curses under her breath, yelling at the doctor to finish me off. I suddenly realize that he is no doctor, he's a werewolf. His eyes glow a deep yellow when his fangs extend from his gums. There is so much running through my mind, but I anxiously scramble to get away from his menacing facade. With Elena's cries growing and Bonnie yielding the object closer, I take every ounce left in me to save her.

Betrayal is such a powerful force that manifests inside of souls. The eight letter word is so simple and yet, I struggle to understand just how deep and volatile it can be when we finally experience it in the harshest way possible. This magnitude is overwhelming and painful and heart wrenching, but it also pumps something potent through my bloodstream; adrenaline.

I smash my foot so hard upward toward his face when he finally leans down to grab my neck. The werewolf falls backward in an instant, crying out in agony. I hear the bone in his nose crunch against me, a good sign of damage. These vital seconds give me enough time to crank his neck to one side with unimaginable force. His body hits the floor like a sack of flour and I tear his heart from him in an instant. My legs stumble over him, but I book it to where Bonnie is, snatching her ankle and yanking so hard that her skull smacks against the unforgiving hardwood flooring. The motion knocks the knife out of her hand within seconds.

"What the fuck?" I scream, trembling and exhausted.

My hands are locked around her throat so tightly that her face is already draining every ounce of color. Holy fucking fuck fuck. The veins in my neck bulge like a spider's web and I am panting through clenched teeth.

"I did w-what I-I had to do," She spits.

"What did you do?" My throat is tight and dry, and there is this new fear that I will lose the contents of my stomach at any moment.

I loosen my grip so that she can answer, but only slightly. This girl, this girl who I trusted with Elena's life now lies beneath me, not as a friend, but as an enemy. There are no words to possibly express the despair that poisons the air in this moment.

"I think y-you mean 'What did you d-do?'" She coughs, struggling through my death-like hold.

Within seconds, I beat the back of her head against the floor, causing her to scream. The sound makes my own heart race. Her eyes search everywhere, looking for an escape from my possessive hand.

"It was all a lie, wasn't it?" I accuse, slamming her skull another time. "The baby meant to save us all, the solstice, sex being innocent. It was all a fucking lie."

"I will a-always save m-my own people...Grams taught m-me that one" She wearily mutters, "Vampires should h-have never e-existed. Wherever you f-fucking monsters go, you b-bring p-p-pain and death."

She chuckles to herself suddenly, saliva foaming at the corners of her mouth. I can hear how her lungs wheeze and the way her body begins to flail in panic.

"By killing an innocent girl? What the fuck?" I bark.

"We all h-have to make sacrifices." Those words; they are so harsh, so cold, so irrevocably merciless.