Catching A Snowflake (Damon Fanfiction)

Chapter 23: Journal entry #3

Evangeline P.O.V.

We were so close. Damon, was so close into getting what he wanted. But he failed. We, failed. I feel sorry for him, all he wanted was to be happy and now, that was gone. After a month of planning and nearly getting killed by the council as they think Elena and I were vampires. We opened that tomb and discovered that Katherine was not inside.

All that was left were desiccating Vampires that have been there for over a century. Of course I was angry. I wasted all that time helping Damon and it was all for nothing as she was no longer inside.

Damon's heartbroken of course. But what pains me is when I found out Bonnie planned on keeping him stuck at the tomb. I ran after him, trying to convince him into going back before it was too late. Elena tried to run after me but Stefan didn't allow her.

He knew he didn't want Damon stuck in there, but what choice did he have? Bonnie and her Grams were using everything to keep that spell from reversing. I couldn't let them do that. I didn't want to break a promise. So when I ran after him, Bonnie pleaded at me to come back as if anything were to happen they couldn't bring me out.

I ignored her. She has done nothing but blame me for things I did not do. She did not know that everything I was doing for Damon was keeping her safe in return. Somewhere along the line, a random Vampire appeared and forced my wrist over this desiccated Vampire and I couldnt do anything but scream.

I fought, I struggled. It was useless.

I thought I was going to die right there when the vampire shoved my neck next, towards the Vampire after she realised it wasn't enough blood. I could feel life living my veins and the suffocating fear of going under crawling towards me. I could no longer scream and just when I think it was over.

The vampire was shoved off with so much force I though she was ripped apart. She quickly grabbed the desiccated Vampire and left as she realised she was outnumbered.

I lay on the ground, limp unable to move and pain was evident. I was trying so hard to stay awake. I remember thinking at that moment how I could've save my parent's before they drowned. How I made it out but they didnt.

Somewhere in my lost trance, Damon's face appeared in my peripheral vision beside me and without hesitation sped us out of the tomb just in time too as Bonnie and her Grams had stopped chanting.

I didn't remember much what happened after that since I lost a lot of blood but I briefly remember the tickling feeling of blood running down my throat. And when the world turned clearer, Damon sat beside me, cradling me in his lap as he backed away, relief on his features that I was alright.

I think I said something to him that night but he sped away, leaving me with Elena, Stefan, Bonnie and her Grams. It was all a haze, I think someone carried me back home but that night still remained a mystery to me.

The next morning, Elena told me when she heard my scream, Stefan wanted to run in but Bonnie stopped him stating that he won't ever come out. So she begged her Grams to reverse the spell and get me out. I was surprise of course, Bonnie showed the first sign of concern in weeks just when I was about to die.

Just when Stefan was going to run in, Damon had already carried me out and fed me his blood so I could heal. Thank god my doppelganger blood didn't reject it at that moment.

I was alive because of him. Damon saved me. And I was grateful but he lost everything that night. So I was worried about him. He was my friend and I didn't want him to do anything stupid. Ever since that night he begged for my forgiveness, I've come to see a new world with him now.

Sure he's a jackass, asshole and bastard sometimes but he was my friend. He proved that to me when he saved me the night of the tomb.

I could've died. But I didnt

So now, despite Damon being all fine and alright about it, I knew he was acting. He spent all his time just trying to find Katherine. And because of that, he was hurt. I could see that hurt every time he sees Stefan and Elena together. Hell, I had that look before too. The both of us wanted something we couldn't have.

He was right. We were fucked up rejects in this world.

And it was because of that pure irony between the both of us, we grew closer. He was my best friend-as he says it- I cant argue with that. He even went as far as to think its cool to just waltz into my room uninvited. And because of that I had to hide my journal in more secret areas. Damon was Damon after all. He and I might not see eye to eye sometimes but that didn't change the fact we watched out for each other.

It's a month later and despite all we ever talk about... He never brought up why he saved me the night of the tomb. And frankly, I dont see the need to ask. Although I think I knew why. The night he gave me the fantasy dream of what I wanted the most he had mention something to me that I have been trying to figure out every night before I sleep.

"If you're not going to take care of yourself, at least let someone take care of you,"

I had replied back with a: "Who? You?"

And secretly, he has been doing that. I guess he felt like he owed me since I stuck with his arrogant ass for months. Can't complain, I mean who else was strong enough to put up with him?

(Damon if you're reading this, I will skin you alive.)

I don't know what's next, or what Im going to do.

But know that this was Mystic Falls.

Everything good and bad always happens here.

~Evangeline Gilbert, out.