Catching A Snowflake (Damon Fanfiction)

Chapter 17: Alone

Evangeline P.O.V

When my dad was still alive, sometimes he would take time off work and bring me go hunting just outside of Whitmore. It was far, but at least it was worth it. After hours of driving, we would hike deep in the forest with my Dad's handy old shot gun that he must've kept for god know's how long.

But there was one particular day when my Dad finally gave in, and allowed me to use the gun under his supervision of course. He thought me the basics and was really nervous to let me shoot. But I had assured him I'll just be fine. I must be 14 I think.

After quite a few miles out, I spotted a deer just below a couple bushes. I lined my shot just as my Dad taught me. Handle pushed against my shoulder, and gun cocked near my cheek. I took aim. Letting my breathing slow and the things around me to disappear. 

What came next was blinding. Because when I took that shot. The gun's back hand force pushed through me so hard, my shoulder got the brunt and my ear got smack against the long rod. And all I could hear was that ringing sound. Over, and over again.

It was ringing so loud in my ear I had fallen and cried out in pain. It didn't stop. It just kept on going at a never ending cycle.

That, was exactly how I felt right now. That ringing in my ears, not even pausing to stop. Not even letting me process what I had just witness. It was like I was torn right out of my reality and placed in some other sick reality.

But this was real. I saw it. I felt it. That burning hole in my heart. Cause I made a mistake. I let him in. I just decided to let people in and now, I'm paying the price for it. I refuse to believe that every ounce of happiness I just got could be taken from me.

I didn't want to believe. But I couldnt lie what my eyes could see. "What the hell?" Alaric's voice was the one that had broken their kiss. Stefan and Elena pulled apart, their eyes widen at the sight of us. They quickly got up from the couch, Stefan's hair was a mess as he tried to pulled his shirt down.

Elena seemed too shock and did not notice that her shirt was so high up I could spot her bra. "Elena..." Jeremy trails, looking from her to me. I think everybody was waiting for me to speak. To say anything that will break. Whatever this is.

But I couldn't say anything. Because I didn't know how to say it. To them. The people I loved and had taken care of. Even sacrificing my freedom for them. And all I got was betrayal. That wicked, dark rage in me was stirring.

"Eva please..." Elena sounded scared. So scared, I could feel her fear leaking out of her. What was she pleading for? She had everything. Even if that meant taking what matters to me. I locked eyes with Stefan, searching in that face that I had loved.

His kind brown eyes held so many regret. So many secrets it was too much to take. How long had this been going on? Why did he lie? And then realisation dawned on me. Ever since I had came out of that hospital and had been told that Stefan stormed off and Elena tried to calm him.

It explains why they were so weird to each other. How they would spend so much time together. The lies just kept on piling. Just kept on building. I had no idea what emotions my eyes held but it was something even Stefan couldn't see through.

He was silent, waiting for me to scream, to shout, to say something. But the truth was? I was already too broken. "Evangeline?" Alaric stepped closer to me, placing his large hand on my shoulder as he looked over me worriedly. 

I didn't bother looking at him. He told me to let people in. And here I was back to square one. My heart was mending. And now it was even more broken then before. Breaking eye contact with Stefan, I turned my gaze to Elena. Calculating my moves.