Words Unspoken (The Vampire Diaries)

Chapter 21

With the loss of her pulse, I lose all composure. My hands jerk her body in a desperate attempt to wake her, but my mind is too far gone to realize that it is futile. I cry out, searching the room frantically for something, anything to fix this. Footsteps approach rapidly from all directions and my heart begins to pound fiercely. Tenzin is the first to enter with such sereneness in his expression. Soon, the doorway begins to fill with men, and their faces cringe at the sight of my disheveled condition.

"She's not breathing," I roar in horror, pulling her body to my chest in anguish.

The confession reinforces my hysteria as I begin to plead for her life. Someone's hand is on my shoulder but I can't even turn to react. Fangs tear into my wrist as a last ditch effort, my tears fusing with the red liquid tracing down my palm. I jam it toward Elena's blue lips until a hand snatches my arm in an instant.

"You'll kill her," Tenzin cautions sternly. "Vampire blood is poison to her."

"There's no o-other choice," I warble, watching how my fingers violently quiver in the monk's grasp. "She's dying."

Memories of Elena and me flood my mind, like a soundtrack to this nightmare.

I gesture toward myself. "Damon," I say pathetically. Next I point at her. "Elena."

I repeat this, forcing a smile to show it has a positive connotation. She smiles back surprisingly. Why she likes me, I have no idea. Why isn't she afraid? Damn...when I think she can't get any weirder, she does.

I tear my wrist from Tenzin.

"No, no, no. Baby, no," I scream, realizing how much time has passed, "You keep that heart beating for me."

Then it hits me...get her heart started. I begin compressions, thrusting the heel of my palm between her breasts. My arms are rigid and straight as I use my upper body to coax her heart to beat. Each compression is desperate and I can feel her ribs flex beneath me, threatening to snap one by one. I'm so focused I don't realize the chaos around me. Monks bolt from the doorway to get help, while others run to probably pray or some bullshit.

I smell something burning.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I scream, shutting off the burner.

I burn my hand trying to get the pot away from the heat, repeating that four letter word over and over. I don't really hear her at first, my cursing the only thing to really register. But then I realize, I'm not the one saying it anymore. It's a feminine voice, it's Elena's. I zip around to look at her. Her lips are moving, belting out the words.

"Foo-uck," She smiles, obviously proud of her work.

I tilt Elena's head back, ripping the pillow out from under. Her neck snaps back and I quickly tilt her chin up until I can effectively blow air into her lungs. My fingers pinch her nose and I cover her blue pout with mine, heaving my breath down her throat. Her chest balloons slightly and I huff another desperate mouthful against her lips. My hands are trembling so badly that when I try the rapid compressions again, I fear I cannot continue.

"Ellie, wake up," I scream in fury, "Fucking wake up."

"Damon you're going to break her ribs," Someone cautions when I jam my hands down to her chest frantically.

My fingers brush the wild stray hairs out of her face one last time before I force the words out of my lips. I even offer her one last smile.

"Bye Elena. Be a good girl for me," I whisper, making sure her body is completely inside the vehicle before standing up.

I shut the door quickly and again, the desperate screams erupt. Her fists pound against the window over and over, but I turn my back away like a coward and walk toward the front door. Rose and Bonnie pull away within seconds, and I don't watch.