The Little Lockwood

Twelve

EDITED

No.
This couldn't be happening.
I died.
I'm dead.
I cannot be breathing. It's impossible.

My eyes open wide and I sit up with a huge gulp of air.

My ears perk as I listen for movement around me.
Silence.
Tears stream down my face as I see I'm in the Boarding House cellar. I stand up, wobbly on my feet, covered in dirt and my own blood.

I breathe in slowly, feeling my wolf side quiver inside of me.
I'm still...me?
How? What happened?

I go to the door and pull on the big metal handle. It opens easily, not being locked.
I walk barefoot up the steps into the living room.
And I see Damon standing there facing the window, the curtains open to the day light streaming in.
I stay silent, watching him, my heart fluttering.
Damon swigs a drink of his bourbon, standing away from the sunlight now, and takes his daylight ring off.
Strange.
What is he-

Damon steps into the sunlight, his arms open as if waiting to be taken. His skin starts to burn and he groans in pain.

"NO!" I scream and speed towards him in a blur, grab him and tank him into the shady part of the parlor room.

I pin him to the floor as I'm stronger than him.

He eyes go wide in shock,

"Wow. That didn't hurt at all...." he says gently.

"Damon why are you trying to kill yourself," I ask seriously, my eyes desperately searching his.

"You have no idea how much I missed your voice Debria..." Damon whispers and strokes my face gently,

"Death was so easy. I didn't think I'd get you too."

"Damon what are you talking about?" I ask him and sit up, taking my weight from his chest to his torso and I straddle him like that.

"Debria. You're dead. And I'm dead too. Are we in hell? Or some afterlife?" Damon says gently and sits up so now I'm just sitting on him.

"Damon. I'm alive. I don't know how. But I am," I say softly and grab his face in my hands, making him feel that I'm right here.

Damon shakes his head in disbelief,

"I saw you die. John died to save Elena, he linked his life to hers so she would definitely come back. But you said...with my blood in your system that you would stay dead..."

I shrug and take his hand, placing it over my heart,

"Hear my heartbeat? I'm alive Damon. I don't know how."

Damon's eyes light up in realization,

"Klaus just needed to crush your heart over the moonstone making it glow blue. He seemed sad about you staying dead without your heart in your body, so he placed your crushed heart back in your chest cavity. I guess the elixir brought you back to life."

"Damon...." I whisper slightly, my fingers tracing his cheeks, hating our last goodbye.

Damon's large hands find my small waist, his blue eyes searching mine telling me everything I need to know,

"I don't have the strength to stay away from you anymore Debria." his lips hover above mine.

I look into his eyes and my hands weave around his neck into his hair,

"So don't."

He nods once, a very tiny nod, and shoves his lips against mine eagerly.

Fireworks seem to pop throughout my entire body, his hands roam my waist causing the fire to spread through me.
This was unlike anything.
It consumed me.
I kiss him back with a passion I didn't think I could contain inside of me.
My body reacting with his perfectly.
Damon kisses me deeper and I seem to moan slightly into the kiss which edges him on, and with a flash we are upright and standing, and with another flash we are in his room, me laying beneath him.