for•bid•den dop•pel•gäng•er
/fər'bidn/ ~ /'däpəl,gaNGər/
adjective ~ noun
((not allowed; banned)) ~ ((an apparition or double of a living person))
•a banned living double
•an apparition or double of a living person that was not allowed to exist
Aly...
Elena was driving her car, with Lys in the passenger seat, and sees a man in the middle of the road. She slams on the brakes but hits the man. The car rolls over and over. Lys gets knocked out. Elena is stuck in seat. The man somehow recovers and starts walking towards her car. Elena screams. The man runs away.
A second later, Damon appears.
"Ah!" Elena screams.
"How ya doing in there?" A familiar voice asked her. Elena looks over, seeing Damon kneeling there looking at her.
"Damon?" Elena gasped out, holding her heard in pain.
"You look stuck," Damon stated the obvious.
Elena nods her head. "It's my seat belt. I can't get it off."
"Shh, shh, shh. Let me get you out of there," Damon calmly shushed her. "I want you to put your hands on the roof." Elena does what he says. "Just like that," he praised.
"You ready?" Elena nods her head. "1, 2, 3." Damon ejects her seat belt. "I got you." Damon picks Elena up, swiftly, picking her up bridal style.
"Are you ok?" Damon asked her as he held her up steadily. She groans in response. "Can you stand?" She gives him a look. "Anything broken?"
"Uh-uh."
Damon puts Elena down but she can barely stand. Damon catches her before she falls to the ground. He brushes some hair out of her face. She groans and mumbles, clung to his shirt for support.
"Whoa, you're fading fast, Elena." Elena learns her head against his chest. "Elena, look at me." Damon gently grabs her face, and spoke softly to her. "Focus. Look at me. Ok."
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"Lys..." Elena mumbles out. Damon frowns, turning back looking at the car. His eyes widen slightly when he sees Lys hanging upside-down, unconscious. He looks back at Elena as she mumbles something else.
"We look like her..."
"What?" Damon asked, morally confused.
Elena faints, unable to repeat her statement. Damon grabs her and slowly puts her on the ground. He brushes her face with his hand.
"Upsy-daisy," Damon picks her up and carries her away to his car.
Once he has Elena buckled in, he goes back for Lys. He breaks open the door, kneels down and looks at Lys. He notices blood dripping from her head, from a head wound.
He carefully loops her into his arm, as he unbuckles her. Carefully, he takes her in his arms and carries her to his car. He gently puts her in the backseat. He brushes the hair away from her face, inspecting the head wound.
Damon lets out sigh. "Oh, Lys..."
Somewhere In Georgia Elena was starting to wake as she felt movement around her. She kept trying to open her eyes, but ends up closing them. She wakes up with her head against a cold window. As her sight finally came too, she noticed the outside seemed to be moving fast. She groans, stretching out, then looks over to her left to see a grinning Damon driving.
