The Baby of my Boyfriend's Brother (The Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction)

Damon, Damon. Where for art thou Damon?

The Baby of my Boyfriends Brother

Chapter 13

~Six months later~

            Elena sat watching Amberlynn crawl across the hardwood flooring of her room. It has been six months since Damon has disappeared. Everyone stopped looking after three months, but Elena never gave up hope. Stefan has been sulking and brooding around along with her, but even the Stefan gave up and said, “He probably just couldn’t handle it anymore. He’s probably off feeding off some poor girl as we speak.”

            Elena never believed it; she knew that he would at least have a note that said he was leaving. She couldn’t think for one second that Damon would just leave her and Amber. Bonnie still helps with trying to find him, but she is trying to convince Elena that there is no point.

Elena has been a wreck since he left. At times she will go days without eating, or weeks without showering. The only thing that has kept her semi-sane is her daughter. At the moment she hasn’t eaten a proper meal in three days and hasn’t showered in a week. She makes sure Amber has eaten, been changed, and is entertained all day. Just to make sure that Amber was never out of her sight she moved the crib into her and Damon’s room and when Elena can’t sleep because she either has day nightmares about Damon being tortured or she can’t stop the endless tears, so she brings Amber into bed with her, which would be most nights.

            All Elena could do now was just hope and pray to God that Damon was alright. She had to hold on to that one thought not only for her sanity, but for the future of her daughter to grow up with her father.

            “Elena,” Bonnie whispered at the door.

            Elena snapped out of her thoughts and turned her head slightly towards Bonnie. “Yes?” She croaked trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to escape.

            “I think I found him,” Bonnie held out her phone.

            Elena jumped out of the chair she was sitting in and ripped the phone out of Bonnie’s hand. There in plain English was words pointing to a little dot that said; Atlanta, Georgia. Elena gasped when she recognized the area.

            “This is near Bree’s bar,” Elena told Bonnie and let out a small smile that hadn’t touched her face in months.

~Damon’s P.O.V. ~

            Damon felt his throat crack at every breath he took. He hadn’t drunk any blood for what seems like years. He still hasn’t found out who the mystery girl was. He kept pleading with her to let him go. She kept laughing and telling him that she would let him go when Amber was with her. He didn’t know what to do to escape without any blood in his system.

            He lost track of how many days he was held captive in the cold cell after three weeks. The mystery lady kept drugging him with vervain to knock him out. Pictures of Elena and Amber flashed through his mind all day and night. He kept wondering if they were OK. He hoped everyone was out trying to find him, but it’s been so long he doubted they were still out there.