Stefan and Delena: Without You

{28} Saved By The One Who Doesn't Do The Saving

"Damon! Wait!" I yelled just before my tempered older brother went to place his stern hand on the thick, heavy looking shop doors. He whipped his head around to face me, his normally bright baby blue eyes full of darkness. I worried about my brother, all he'd been through recently: My death, facing me with no humanity yet again, Elena's death, Elena's disappearance. Yet, I wasn't one bit surprised with the way he was dealing with it all. Classic Damon, shutting it all out and pulling his well known 'Im-perfectly-fine' trick. I remember the days when he was my role model, I looked up to him even more than our Father... I still did look up to him, he had everything that I didn't right now and even though his world was falling a part, it was still far better than mine. I envied him with everything I had. Ignoring my waves of jealously towards him, I pulled out a thick blood bag from my coat pocket and tossed it over to him. His hands tightly grasping the squidgy bag as he caught it and gave me a nod in return and turned back to open the door.

"Elena!" He yelled almost immediately, dropping the bag and running out of my sight. I grabbed Lacey's hand and she grabbed Sky's as we ran towards the building. I kicked the heavy doors open with my equally heavy boots and headed in the direction Damon had ran just over ten seconds before us. Unsurprisingly, Damon was already at Elena's side and she was already clinging to him like her life depended on it.

"Damon, help me... I... I'm s-scared." She stammered in the crook of his neck. He started stroking her long shiny hair, whispering sweet nothings into her ears.

"It's okay, we'll get you home. You're safe." He murmured through her thick hair. Elena drew her head away from his body and looked up into his eyes.

"No... I mean, I'm scared." She grabbed his hand and lead him round the back of the counter. "I d-don't know how to help her. I thought I could f-figure it out you've done it s-so many times but It's not working. What if I've k-k-killed her?" She stumbled for words, she gazed at Damon as if he was the one person on Earth that could make it all better. Him of all people was the one person she was relying on right now. I followed them round the counter after handing my phone to Lacey and leaving it to her to inform everyone we'd found Elena. Then I saw what they were talking about. A small middle-aged woman was laying sprawled out on the floor, a bloody wound covering her pale skinned neck. She was holding what seemed to be a small box pain relieving tablets loosely in her hand  Damon, who still had hold of Elena's petite hand, knelt down beside the woman and sunk his teeth deep into his free hand, feeding his rich dark red blood to the woman. "See... It's not working. Is she breathing? I-I was too scared t-to check..." Elena mumbled as she too knelt down next to Damon. He lent his head over her mouth, praying for cool air to be blown onto his cheek. Damon then placed to fingers on one side of her windpipe, gazing into Elena's eyes as he did so.

"She's fine, she has a pulse. Her body's response to the blood must be slow. It happens sometimes, Don't worry Elena she's going to be just fine. We need to wait for her to heel so you can compel her." Damon explained as a smile of relief spread across Elena's face.

"Me?" She replied timidly. " I don't think I can..." Damon squeezed her hand once again to get full focus from her.

"Of course you can. You're a vampire. You just need to believe you can, I'll help you." He told her, she nodded, her smile growing bigger. I never thought I'd hear my Brother say something like that. He was being kind, he cared. He really did love Elena, yet all that I could think of was history repeating itself. 

The times back in 1864 when I was even more jealous of my Brother than I was now, when I was engaged to a girl I didn't love by the force of my Father. Unbearably witnessing Damon becoming friendlier and friendlier with Katherine, but I couldn't stop it without being looked at as a cheating piece of scum. Until one of the vampires taking over Mystic Falls tore my fiancee's throat out, I was free and single. But I wasn't free of the guilt that was still with me today. Suddenly, the woman gasped quietly and opened her eyes, gazing up at the five curious faces watching over her.