Lost Love.

Lost Love. Chapter 2.

Damon’s P.O.V

Standing by the woods, I can see the group of girls sitting on the damp grass on the over side of the road. They are all laughing, drinking. The girl sitting in the middle is getting a lot of attention. I listened into the conversation, she had just been dumped. Good. This was going to be easy; all I had to do was wait for them to leave each other. I leant against the tree, half listening to the girls, half letting my mind wander back.

A while later the girls all split off from one another. I follow the girl. She can’t walk straight, stumbling over her own feet. Just before she hits the floor, I catch her, pull her up and look into her eyes. Her eyes are hazel, ringed with green. Her chestnut hair falling over face and shoulders. This girl looks so much like Luce; but Luce was taller, skinnier, and her smile was softer.

‘Th- thank you.’

‘You’re welcome. Would you like an escort home?’ I ask, probing into her mind.

‘Please.’ She replies, willing or unwilling, I don’t care.

We walk together, I pull her into the woods. She seems shocked, but quickly her emotions take a different turn. She knows something is going to happen, she’s just thinking the wrong thing. I pull her into my arms, kiss down her neck, and feeling my fangs breaking through my gums, bite her. She struggles, tries to pull herself away from me, but I’m enjoying this.

After I fed, I wiped her memory and sent her on her way.  I suppose I best go back to the boarding house, Stefan will no doubt be fabricating some stupid explanation as to where I’ve gone. When I get back old Mrs Flowers is pottering about in the backyard. I walk up the stairs into my room, and find the trapdoor open.

Stefan’s P.O.V

I throw the drained dove against the railing of the roof. I was kneeling up here, catching whatever came by. Suddenly, I remembered the first time Elena came here, she realised what I was. That was the night we really became one.

‘A dove, little brother, really?’ his low patronising voice came out of nowhere. I spun around and came face to face with my brother.

‘Have fun trying to erase the memory of the dream?’ I asked, knowing it would make him angry, but I was annoyed enough with him constantly calling me ‘little brother’. I was right; he growled and lunged for my throat. ‘Whoever she is, she can’t be worth this. Seeing as she isn’t even here anymore.’

I could feel the anger emanating from him; I didn’t think it would make him this angry. The power coming from Damon was immense; he seemed to grow with his anger, even to me. He threw me from the rooftop in one fluid motion. Damon landed on the ground before I did, and grasped his hand around my neck, slamming me to the floor.

Damon’s P.O.V.

The ground shook beneath me as I threw my brother to the ground. The rage that had built up in me after he mentioned her had reached a peak. I tightened my hand around Stefan’s throat blocking his airway, aiming to kill. With my hand on his throat I picked him up and threw him into a nearby tree, making sure he hit the branches. I didn’t want him to be staked, that would be an easy death. I want him to suffer.

‘Damon’ he groaned from the base of the tree. ‘Why are you doing this?’

Slowly, I walked over to him. Glaring down him, I know he can taste the power coming from me, see the darkness surrounding me, feel the rage I feel, hear the low growls escaping my mouth. Blood is pouring from his side, bruises already forming on his neck. The outlines of my fingers engraved on his throat.

‘Damon. Please stop this.’ His voice was hoarse. ‘Damon, who’s Luce?’

I grabbed him and roughly pushed him against the tree, deliberately allowing the short, sharp branch to stab through his stomach. He howled in pain, I didn’t care.

‘Don’t. Ever. Say. Her. Name.’ I slowly let the words flow from my mouth. Putting enough power behind each word so that he knew, and never mentioned her again. I ripped at his neck, ripping away the flesh. I felt every spasm of pain run through him, heard every howl of pain, but I had no remorse.

‘Damon?’ I dropped Stefan and span around, there she was, standing 10 feet away from me. She was staring wide eyed at me. ‘My Damon? What are you doing?’

She was standing in the middle of the grass, leaves rustling around her. She seemed to glow, she was still as beautiful as I remembered her. Stepping towards her, I hear Stefan gasping for breath. The closer I get to her, I can feel the anger that was taking over me slowly crumble away. I know that this is impossible, but I want it be real so I allow myself to think it is. I cautiously extend my arm, and gently stroke my finger down her cheek. She trembles slightly, and smiles.

‘I’ve missed you.’ I whisper.

‘I’ve missed you too, my Damon.’ Her voice is quiet, soft. She steps towards me, into my arms.

‘Are you real?’ the words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them.

She looks up at me, and strokes my hair, ‘Of course I am silly.’ I turn to my brother, he’s looking at me confused, he can’t see her. ‘He won’t be able to see me, not yet. Not until you...’

‘Until I what?’  She turns from me. ‘Luce, until I what? Tell me.’

‘No, I don’t want you to know.’ I’ve never seen her so sad, I pull her into my arms, one around her waist and the other stroking her hair.

‘It’s ok, my love. Calm down. You can tell me.’ She puts her head on my chest, hugging me.

‘It’s too dangerous Damon. I can’t let you do it.

‘Luce, tell me what it is, I’ll do anything to get you back.’ She’s holding me tight, yet something is pulling her away from me.

‘He can save me.’ She was looking at Stefan.

‘What does he have anything to do with it?’

‘He’s changing. He isn’t the brother you’re used to anymore. He can save me, Damon.’ She was being tugged back with more power now. I can’t hold onto her. I can’t keep her with me.

‘I don’t want you to leave me again.’

‘Don’t let me go, please Damon. Don’t let me go.’ Luce, my Luce, was fading from me, leaving me in this dark place. Alone.  ‘I love you Damon.’

Then she was gone.

Stefan’s P.O.V.

‘I don’t want you to leave me again’ my brother sounded heart broken, I’ve never seen him like this before. His arms were outstretched, like he was holding someone’s hands.

He sank to his knees, and put his head in his hands. Earlier I could feel the anger coming from him, now the sadness and heartbreak pouring from him was deafening. I could see him being swallowed by it, I could even feel it pressing onto me, threatening to pull me under too. I’ve never seen Damon like this before. Something must be wrong.