Evangeline P.O.V.
I can't breathe. I can't speak. I'm trapped in the darkness. "Help," I say. But nothing comes out. I fall. I'm falling. I can't stop. I can't move. I feel suffocated. I feel lost.
Lost is what I am.
Lost is what I will be.
I gasped loudly, sitting up and startling myself awake from whatever messed up dream I had. I suck in shaky breathes, feeling my heart pound with each breath as I looked around where I was, confused and scared. It was all still blurry for me.
"Hey? hey, its okay." A hand gently rest on my shoulder, making me jump as I pushed it away afraid at the touch. "Hey, you're okay Eva. You're safe." The voice says comfortingly. I can't help but feel like its a lie.
Nothing was safe. No where was safe. I sat crossed leg, head down as I rubbed my temple. I don't remember anything. What happened last night? Its like my memories were slowly fading. "Evangeline?"The voice spoke quietly from my right, it sounded unsure and nervous even.
I snap my eyes open and looked over who spoke. Blue eyes greeted my darker browns. "Damon?" I said confused, my head is pounding with so many things, I can't think straight. "Yup, its me, the one and only hot Salvatore," He smirks, leaning back down on his chair, a bottle of vodka in his hands.
I frowned and looked at my hands unsure as to what was going on. "What happened?" I mumbled, looking at him, my eyes watching as his face filled with mix emotions whether or not he should tell me.
"Do you want me to show you?" He suggested, sitting back up and setting the Vodka down. I scooted a little farther back, not liking what he said. Why was I jumpy around him? I don't understand.
He notices the tiny movement and sighs, his smirk gone. "It'll be easier if I show you rather then explain. You've been through hell yesterday, I think its fair to say your memory might be a little messed up," He pinches two finger together and tilts his head at me.
"Will it hurt?" I asked, fumbling with the duvet. "No, I'm just going to expand your mind." He stands up and sits on the bed, the spring bouncing at his contact. He held out two hands and hovers above my head. "Close your eyes Snowflake," He softly says. I hesitantly nodded and closed my eyes, feeling his hands on my temple before I see nothing.
It was silent for a while. Until there were voices. Like soft murmurs in the background. They get louder. So much louder. And suddenly I am a hit with a tidal of memories.
Elena and Stefan missing.
Rain and thunder.
The tomb vampires.
Tears and blood.
Damon.
Damon's eyes.
His blue eyes and dark hair.
His palms on my face.
His blue eyes seem to pierce in my soul
And then I see Frederick.
Fear.
Fear.
Fear.
I feel fear.
Screams and cries.
Pleads and begs.
Darkness and torture.
His hands on my waist.
His gaze lingered on me with lust.
Compulsion.
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