Immortal Impossibility (A Damon and Elena Baby Story)

Chapter 4

I woke up, screaming.

"Elena?!" Damon yelled, running down the stairs.

Tears rolled down my face and I quickly wiped them away.

"Elena are you okay?" Damon said, investigating me, checking my body for injuries. It comforted me knowing that regardless of the extreme argument we had just mere hours ago, Damon still cared about me.

"Yeah. I....I just had a bad dream." I said, trying to compose my thoughts.

"What happened in the dream?" He asked, running a hand through my hair soothingly, as I laid against his chest.

"There was this little girl, and she couldn't have been older than 4 or 5 at most. She was right in front of me, talking to me. I mean honestly it felt like a real thing happening. Usually I can tell in my dreams that I am having a dream, but this felt so...real." I said outlining Damon's abs with my finger. Even though be had a shirt on, you could see his abs.

"That is what had you screaming?" he chuckled, "a little girl?"

"I wasn't finished." I said giving him a playful glare.

"Anyways, the little girl said that she could get into people's minds with their permission. Which I found kind of weird, and when she said it, i felt like her eyes were staring holes into me. Speaking about her eyes, Damon, they were purple. Like bright, violet, purple. It was amazing. I have never seen eyes like hers." I said this time looking at him with astonishment.

"We still haven't got to why you screamed." He said joking.

"Yeah, so the little girl, who was named Edith, was just sitting in our living room right here talking to us and then this woman started talking to her. She was all, 'Edith I found you!' and so I turned to see who it was and it was me. Or someone that looked exactly like me. Maybe it was my doppelganger in a hundred years? I don't know, but she looked exactly like me. I started talking to the woman but Edith said that she could not see me because Edith was making me see everything. When I asked her what she was talking about, she said that I had let her into my mind. Then she walked away with her mom and out of our house. You can imagine that I was a little freaked out, so I started calling for you, but you didn't come downstairs. I went upstairs to your room but when I opened up the door, you weren't there. Then your room filled with this like..bright light and I started running away from it, but it followed me and then just consumed me." I said snuggling closer to Damon.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. Not awkward silence, a more.. comforting silence. It felt good to not be arguing with Damon. It get normal between us again.

"Damon?" I asked.

"mmhmm?" he replied drawing circles on my back with his finger.

"I'm sorry that I yelled at you." I said looking up and into his eyes.

He stayed silent. I knew that he was sorry too, he didn't need to say it, and he knew that.

"Maybe you're right, you know? Maybe I am just kidding myself, but I can't just kill her Damon. I can't do that to an innocent person. She didn't anything wrong, so why are we punishing her?" I said looking down at my stomach.

"You're calling it a she now?" He asked, letting out an exasperated breath.

"I feel like it is a girl." I said some what smiling.

Damon stayed silent again, before taking a quick glance at my stomach.

"You know, my father always hated me when I was growing up. Somehow, I always was the bad one, and Stefan was the good one. I didn't hate Stefan for it, because it wasn't his fault, but my father made sure that I knew that he hated me. I remember once, when I was nine, I was playing with this wooden sword that I had made, and Stefan, who was only four at the time, came up and wanted to play. I wanted to teach him to sword fight, so I made him a sword too. We were dueling one day and I accidentally hit Stefan on his face, and it cut him. My father saw it and claimed that I did it on purpose. I begged him to believe me that I didn't mean too, but he refused to believe it, and he beat me. I remember not being able to walk because it hurt so bad. After that, I always tried to make my father proud of me, but he never was. Nothing I did could satisfy him." Damon said a pained expression in his eyes.