Catching A Snowflake (Damon Fanfiction)

Chapter 45: Grief

Evangeline P.O.V.

I don't like that smell. I don't like it at all. It smells like bleach. It's acidic and sour. It reminds me of... death.

"Hey? Evangeline you awake?" 

I groaned loudly, a hand over my eyes as I try to move without wincing. It felt as if my whole body had been hit by a truck. "Hey 'Ange," The voice sighed, relief flooding into it. "Ric?" I mumbled, peeking from under my lashes. Alaric's face slowly came into view as the edges of my vision began to blur out.

He was sitting next to me on a plastic lean back chair with a sad smile on his face. I glance past him, my eyes scanning the room around me. It looked familiar.... I was in a hospital. That's why I could smell bleach. That and the fact that I hooked up to an IV bag with a heart monitor.

"H-How long was I out?" My voice sounded dry and raspy. Alaric must've realised that too because he immediately reached over the table stand behind me and brought back a cup of water. "Drink up," He spoke. He had a small smile on his face but that smile looked fake. Like he was just acting.

I have never downed a cup of water so fast in my life. When I was finished I swear I almost moaned. I was that thirsty. "Thank you," I nodded, setting the now empty cup down. "Its been two hours at least." He explained while I set the cup down.

"Two hours?" I repeated, adjusting my head against the pillow I was sleeping on. The position of the bed was place in a way where I was half sitting but still laying down. "That's not to long ago. How did I get here?" I asked, my mind still foggy. 

"Damon brought you in, well... he and Stefan did." He looked like he wanted to say more but decided against it. It was then I noticed his slouched posture, red watery eyes and fake act he had tried to put on, that I finally realised.

"You're a coward Niklaus!"

"No, Don't say that, nothing is going to happen do you hear me?"

"Elena nothing will ever change the fact that you are still my sister! I don't care what you did! I just need you to be far from here!"

"Letting him live, it wasn't his fault."

All those memories hit me harder then a brick wall. It would've been better if I died, then felt that pain. Betraying Damon, watching Elena's neck get snapped, that un named energy, seeing a stake through Jenna's heart. 

Feeling the life from my veins slowly drain as darkness fell upon me only to come back to life and save Elijah. 

"It wasn't a dream," I swallowed, feeling my chest start to hurt from the memories that hit me. "Their really gone..." I l bit my dried lips at an attempt to stop me from bawling. I felt so small. So fragile. Weak. All of it was real. It wasn't a dream.

"Eva, this wasn't your fault." I felt Alaric's hand over mine as he gently squeezed it comfortingly. I didn't dare look into his eyes in fear of seeing what I know I will see. That he was trying to stay strong. That he was doing everything in his power not to break apart right now while I was here. 

I admired him for keeping it together for me. I took a deep shaky breath and wiped the tears under my eyes. "I'm so sorry Ric..." I began. "I-I tried to save her... Tried to save her and Elena but-" I cut myself off. Flashes of what happened only hours ago returned to haunt me.

I could feel the fire from when I was there. I remembered  feeling that wave of energy and the ground below me shake. 

The same feeling was back.

"This isn't your fault, don't you dare blame yourself," He abruptly got up and stood in front of the shuttered windows that were casting light into the other wise dark room. I could see him start to lose it. He was trying hard not to cry.