The Vampire Diaries: The Impossible Part 1

Chapter 7

Elena woke up feeling nauseous and sick. She ran to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. Damon was right behind Elena, undressed, like her. He gently held her hair back and she puked out yesterday's lunch nosily.  When she finally stopped, she felt empty and hungry. Elena crawled to the bed and tried to pull herself up. Damon's hands were already there, on her hips, picking her up and lightly setting her on the bed. The pillows were ripped open and feathers flew into the air, bouncing, because of the sudden weight.

"Get my clothes." She murmured, and unexpectedly, smiled, in heaven, in feathers to be exact, remembering last night. Oh last night was something special.

Damon sniffed the air for her undergarments first, but there was no need; his eyes were sharper then eagle's. He picked up her underwear and bra and laid them beside her in less than a second. She slipped her black bra over her head, covering her chest. Then, she pulled her underwear halfway up her legs, but put it back down.

"Get me a clean one." She rolled her eyes, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Damon roughly yanked her top drawer open and snatched a new, clean pantie. He threw it at her, landing on her face. She spit it out dramatically.

"You know, for a half-angel, you are such a devil." Damon grumbled.

As if something he said had triggered the sudden bile rising up Elena's throat, she ran back to the toilet. Damon was at the back of Elena in a flash and gripped her golden hair away from her face. She hurled out last night's dinner. When nothing else came out and she was only gagging, she went back to bed, this time in Damon's arms and put on her pantie. It was timed to perfection, because the dorm's front door flew open and in came Stefan. His eyes went wide at the sight of Damon... he was still naked.

"Damon!" Stefan threw his arms around his big brother, then stepped back, tears spilling down his cheeks. He quickly looked at him, then turned the other way, embarrassed. "Ah... Damon it's great you came back from the dead and stuff, but... ugh... I don't know how to say this..." He turned back to Damon suddenly angry because Elena was right there. "GET SOME DAMN CLOTHES ON!" Stefan screamed.  Elena jumped in surprise and ran back to the washroom. She heaved out nothing but saliva. Both brothers were instantly at her side.

"Move Damon! I've got this! Go get some clothes on! It's probably making her uncomfortable!" Stefan yelled, he only wished that was true. Damon rolled his eyes.

"First of all... she doesn't look comfortable at the moment. Second, she's half-puking so she won't even notice me. Third, I've taken care of her this whole time. And, well... fourth..." He grinned and talked lower, but Stefan could still hear him. "She didn't look uncomfortable all through the night..." Stefan froze and Elena sat back and looked up.

"What?" She asked. "What's wrong?" But no one paid any attention to her.

Damon smirked at Stefan.

"You-" Elena started puking, what was left in her, probably her guts, while Stefan cursed Damon in many languages.

When it finally went quiet, Damon and Stefan stopped fighting, though the odd punch was thrown at random times, and Elena had nothing left in her, they looked at the girl they both loved. Damon and Stefan (he insisted, which Damon thought was utterly annoying) carried her back to her bed, though it was unnecessary; they could both carry her by their pinky finger alone. She sat up, finding that it hurt to sit.

There was a sudden cry coming out of Elena's mouth. Her back spasmed and it cracked into an unnatural position. Something shot out of her back: black and violet and streaks of gold. Stefan and Elena gasped at the sight.

They were wings. Midnight black with a dark violet arc at the top. There was golden lines on her wings and they got thinner as they went out. Only Damon could move, could speak.

"Holy shit." He sneered. "Now you don't see that everyday."