Gifted (Vampire Diaries Fan-fiction)

My Death- Chapter 37

Brianna POV

"No." I look up and find Elena walking towards me. Her eyes were focused on the wound at my side. My throat felt thick and I couldn't find the strength to make a sound, let alone a word. 

"No." Elena repeats firmly as she steps in front of me. I watch as she tears a piece of her shirt off, her fingers fumble with the fabric before she manages to clutch it tightly. She presses the cloth to my wound and wipes the blood off.

"No, No, No." She repeats to herself.  Blood continues to ooze out of the bite mark on my side every time she wipes it. I try to find something to say, but the words just get jumbled around in my mind. She didn't need to tell me what happened, because I already knew. Werewolf bites were lethal to vampires, that was something my father had taught me from the start. If only my father could see me now, the thought makes me laugh internally. The irony of this entire situation was just laughable, if only Stefan and Damon knew I think to myself.

"Elena." Stefan says. He grabs her wrist and pulls it away. Elena looks up at him, her features displayed her emotions. Her face was full of guilt, sorrow, anger and pain. I watch as her eyes begin to brim with tears, her gaze breaks away from Stefan and she looks at me.

"I'm so sorry." She whispers and I nod. I give her a small smile before looking away. Stefan lets go of Elena's wrist and it limply falls to her side. Stefan moves in front of me and his hands gently touch my shoulders. His eyes bore into me but I refuse to meet his gaze.

"Brianna-"

"I know-" I say cutting him off. "-I know what's going to happen." My mind reminds me of a time when I was out hunting with my father. We were deep in the woods when we came across a vampire laying on the ground. I had pulled a stake out of my sleeve and was getting ready to stake him in the heart when my father stopped me.

"Let him go-" He had said "-he won't make it through the night." My father finished as he pointed to a bite mark on the vampire's arm. As we walked away my father explained how werewolf bites could kill a vampire. I hadn't known werewolves existed until that point, sure I knew about vampires but I never thought that other creatures had existed. That night he introduced me to werewolves, witches, and every single other creature of the night. It was a lot to take in, especially since I was nine years old, but somehow he managed to force the information to stay in my head.

I snap out of my thoughts and look at Stefan, the lump in my throat rises and I give him a small smile before I quickly look away. I didn't have the right to feel sad, this was what I wanted. A few hours ago I had tried to kill myself, and now that I had an escape I didn't want it. I blink rapidly as tears form in my eyes. I feel a different hand touch my arm. I open my eyes and find Jeremy looking at me. He looked completely broken.

"I'll be fine." I whisper and give him a small smile. My heart breaks as I watch Jeremy's eyes begin to water. I didn't have the right to be here, these people shouldn't be standing here feeling sorry for me. I wouldn't let them. I grab Stefan's hands and remove them from my shoulders. I give Stefan, Jeremy and Elena another small smile before I run out of the room.

 Damon POV

Elena's face is buried in her hands. She'd been like this since Brianna ran out of the room. None of us thought about running after her, there was no point, the end result would be the same no matter what we said or what we promised. What we promised, the thought is almost laughable. We had promised to protect her, but we wouldn't die for her. Yes, that was it. None of us would die for her and we all knew it. And yet she's dying now because she saved Elena My mind whispers to me. That was something I had not expected of her, she had tried to kill herself to get away from us, and in the end, she had saved us all.

Brianna POV

I have no idea were to go, so instead of going back to the mansion and facing everyone I walk around in circles in the forest. Every single emotion that was bottled up inside me threatened to tip me over the edge any second. I was surprised that the emotion that had the most control of me was anger. I shouldn't be angry with anyone but myself, they had promised to keep me safe but I shouldn't have believed them. No one could protect me from a werewolf bite, not even my own father. The thought of my father sends me over the edge, without thinking I reach out and grab the nearest thing. I don't realize how big the tree is until I'm holding it in my hand, using all the strength I have I launch it across the forest.

I watch as it flies twenty-five feet away before it crashes into another tree, both fall to the floor with a loud crack. I feel a surge of satisfaction for a brief second, but the satisfaction is quickly replaced by more anger. My body begins to tremble as the anger causes my vision to go white. When I finally regain my eye sight I suck in a breath, all the trees around me were yanked out of the ground. They lay on the ground, broken in half or snapped into several pieces. Regardless of the damage done around me, the anger threatens to take over again.

Your not one of them. My father's voice causes my body to lock up completely. I didn't raise you to become one of those things.

"Yet you didn't try to stop it." I snarl as my temper flares. How dare he say he didn't raise me to end up this way when he was in fact the one to blame. If I hadn't gone out to meet him none of this would have ever happened. I would be safe at home, doing my homework or practicing my archery skills. My temper spikes again and my vision threatens to go white again. Although I was angry at my father, his voice held some truth. The real me would never react this way. I laugh at the thought, the real me died as soon as I was bit. I was a shadow of my real self and that bothered me way more than my father's voice could.

I wasn't going to let myself change, at least not anymore than I already was. I wanted to have some part of me, whether I was a vampire or not, that remained the same. A part of me that no amount of darkness or anger would ever control, but first I had to find a way to manage my anger. I was still seething as I ran through the thoughts in my mind. With nothing to distract me from my anger,  I try to focus on something, on anything that would dim my anger.

I hold in my breath and let it out slowly after a few seconds. I repeat the process a few times, I'm not surprised when my anger still remains. I sigh in frustration, as if to make the situation worse my mind replays everything that happened today. I swallow hard as the memories crash onto to me, each one lasting a few seconds before it dissolves and a new one takes it's place. I feel my body begin to tremble when I suddenly freeze. I listen intently as twigs snap nearby.

I close my eyes to help my hearing. I was right, the sound of snapping twigs and crunching leaves was getting closer. Somebody was coming to find me, was it Stefan and Damon? I listen for a few more seconds, the footsteps stop when the person is a foot or two away from me. I take a deep breath, preparing a mental speech in my head. When I finally open my eyes I automatically tense. My body reacts on it's own, I'm no longer standing, I'm in a half crouched position as I stare at the person in front of me. I feel my fangs elongate and my eyes begin to burn slightly. The anger that diminished a few seconds ago begins to bubble underneath my chest. The figure in front of me smiles and I can't stop myself from snarling.

"Klaus."

                                                                               End of Chapter 37

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