Lost Love.

Lost Love. Chapter 5.

Damon’s P.O.V.

The journey to England wasn’t bad, slow though. Too slow. I got to the cemetery two days after we cast the spell. I walked around the church to the old part of the cemetery, and looked for her headstone. Then I saw it, still looking as tidy as it had the day she was buried. Luckily it was night, so when I lost control and clawed at the ground, ripping soil away, no one was around to see it. Finally, when I hit down with my hands, I felt something solid. I swiftly brushed away the dirt from it. I could hear whimpers.

‘Luce? Luce it’s Damon.’

‘Damon?’ Her voice was quiet, cracking from where she was crying. I pulled at the coffin lid, and threw it out of the grave, before picking up Luce and holding her tight to me. Her cried into my chest, and we sat simply holding each other for hours. Nothing needed to be said, we could feel exactly what the other was feeling.

At the first sight of the sun coming up, I jumped out of the grave, keeping Luce close to me. I grabbed the lid to her coffin and, noticing the clawed marks in it, threw it back in the grave. Then I piled the soil back on top. I picked Luce up and ran to the closest hotel.

Stefan’s P.O.V.

Damon had been gone for two days now. After he left Bonnie filled me in about what they had planned, what they had done, and what they had overlooked. Sitting in my room now, I’m sure anyone would think I’m insane. The way I keep saying the girls name, trying to work out how I know what she looks like, what she smells like, how her small fragile body feels in my arms. All these things come naturally to me, but how do I know? It was just then that I remember something that I’ve forgotten about recently. Elena. I haven’t spoken to her for days, not since Damon first started acting weird. I should go see her, she’ll be worried. Deciding that I walked down the stairs and out the front door of the Boarding House. As I get closer to Elena’s house I can hear her talking to Bonnie, I slow and stand beside the window for the lounge where they are sitting. I know I shouldn’t listen, but that won’t stop me.

‘So this girl has been dead for how long?’

‘I’m not sure. He didn’t say. He told me how she died.’ Replied Bonnie.

‘How?’ Elena asked intrigued.

‘Well, apparently her father wanted her to marry some Prince so he kept setting her up on dates. But this one night, she went to Damon in tears, saying she didn’t want to carry on doing it, meeting loads of guys when she knew she wanted to be with Damon. He said that they’d run away together and took her home so she could pack. Unfortunately her dad had heard form the latest Prince, he wanted Luce to go marry the Prince and live the other side of the country. He went to her in the middle of the night and told her. Apparently she refused and there was a fight, she fell down the stairs and ended up in hospital. When Damon heard, obviously, he ran straight to her. But when her dad saw him there he went mental. Then Luce got hurt more and died in Damon’s arms.’ There was a pause whilst it sank in, then Bonnie added, ‘How romantic is that.’

Slowly, I could see the scene unfolding. The girl in the blue dress, the apple of her fathers eye. Walking into the room with a look that said she was being forced to be here. Well every girl was, she was no different.  I walked to the door, deciding I’d heard enough, and knocked. Moments later Elena opened the door. Her face split into a smile, and she hugged me tight.

Damon’s P.O.V.

I sat on the bed watching Luce walking around the room of the hotel. Everything captivated her. This world is so different to the world she lived in. Her gaze landed on the radio, puzzled she started pressing the buttons.

‘Damon, what does this-‘ she touched the on button and screamed. ‘Damon! The box has voices!’ Chuckling I got up and walked over to her. Her beautiful eyes were wide as she stared at the radio, trying to work out how it works. I switched the radio off with one hand whilst pulling her towards me with the other. I lead her to the bed and sat her down.

‘This age is entirely different to yours.’ I explained looking deeply into her eyes. ‘It’s going to take a while for you to get used to things, like electricity and radios.’

‘But Damon, this place is so bizarre. Outside it is dark, but in our room it is bright, so bright. Without the help of candles. These magic lights are hurting my eyes. There are boxes that have voices in them, and outside people are passing us in metal things.’ She looked so vulnerable, so scared, and her hands were holding mine tightly. ‘Damon, how can the world have moved on so far? I don’t like it. I’m scared.’

‘Sweetheart, it’s ok. You’ll get used to it, and I’ll be there helping you every step of the way.’ I assure her. I’m sitting next to her now.

‘You promise?’ she asks, leaning against me.

‘I promise.’ Lying down, and pulling her next to me. We lay together, her head resting on my chest for so long that I think she’s fallen asleep, before she talks again.

‘Thank you.’

‘For what?’

‘Bringing me back.’

‘Luce, I brought you back without thinking. You woke up on your own, in your coffin, in a world that’s changed.’ I say, how can she thank me for that?

‘I’m with you now though. That’s all I ever wanted, but Damon, will I die again?’

Luce caught me completely off guard. The truth is, I don’t know, I hadn’t thought about that. Was she now immortal like me, or was she going to grow old and die? I hadn’t thought to even ask. Damn it! I should’ve thought about that. Of course I don’t want her to die again, and if the spell hasn’t made her immortal I know how I can. But do I really want her to feel the pain, as much as I enjoy being a vampire, do I want the love of my existence to become a monster?