Blood in my veins (Damon x Reader)

Chapter 12

~~~~~Damon's POV~~~~~~

A voice echoed my name in my head. Wait, not a voice, her voice. I sped to her and dove for the floor where she laid, crying helplessly. I grabbed her waist and pulled her body into me, her sobs echoing off my chest. I surveyed the hallway carefully, searching for any sign of someone. As I was searching I smelled a iron like smell, it was amazing. Blood. My hand darted to Y/N's face as I tried to spot any wounds in her. Nothing. I glanced down at the floor next to her and saw a mangled, mutilated body on the ground. It was barely recognizable, barely. The dead girl was the one and only Vicki Donovan, the problem was a few hours before the dance I went a bit crazy. Y/N was getting ready so she didn't know but let's just say my blood was in her system.
~~~~~~Y/N's POV~~~~~
Black dots clouded my vision as a pounding headache formed in my temples. No, I can't fall asleep yet. Tears pricked the edges of my eyes but I blinked them away, inhaling the scent of Damon. His hands kept stroking the sensitive skin of my bare shoulders, forcing tremors through my body. Suddenly Damon's head snapped up, his grip on me tightening protectively as he growled. Yes, growled. But it was so hot...God Y/N now is not the time!
"Damon? What is it?" Concern was evident in my voice.
"We have to-" That's all I heard before a sharp ringing filled my ears. Orange and red bubbles of light found their way into my peripheral vision and dust and debris hit my back for a short second before Damon flipped us, his body shielding mine. What was happening...what-...an explosion. It had to be an explosion! I forced my nails into Damon's neck and squeezed my eyes shut and as the male cradled my body. That's when I remembered how hard I was trying to stay awake, right as I started to slip into the peaceful abyss of settling rest.

(I know it's short! Sorry but I just thought I should update so your all aware I am not dead!)