Catching A Snowflake (Damon Fanfiction)

Chapter 46: Forget

Third person P.O.V.

Damon didn't know what woke him up. He just did. He tiredly glanced around, finding that the lights in his room had dimmed as he adjusted his vision. He sits up, running a hand over his messy dark hair.

Lightning flashed outside as the roar of thunder filled his ears. He winced, finding it annoying and irritating. What was he doing up? His eyes slowly scan the room and the empty spot next to his bed. 

Evangeline?

He looks around frantically, the memories from the night before came tumbling back. Where the hell was she? He got up and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist as he headed for the half open door. He knew he had closed it before.

Walking down the staircase, he tried to listen to any sounds or movements that could give away where Evangeline was. He only hope that she didn't run or something. His heightened eyes scan the living room of the boarding house.

It was dark and the fire had long died out. It was also freezing. "Eva?" He called out, his voice echoed the house. No response was given. A tiny crash sounded at the kitchen making Damon whip his head towards the direction in worry.

"Evangeline?" He walks quickly towards the kitchen, his bare feet lightly padding against the marble floor. Stopping in front of the door that lead to the kitchen, he hesitantly pushed the door open only to see a mess. Glass littered the floor, the chairs were destroyed and the table somehow ended up on the sink. 

"What the fu-" He cut himself off when he say a shaking figure on the ground, her long wavy hair covering half her face. She was only in her undergarments. Damon made a move forward but stop when he felt pain crawling up his body and towards his heart.

Electricity pulsed within him causing him to gasp. It felt unbearable. The feeling of sorrow, loneliness and anger. All these things were coming from her. It was the same feeling he had gotten when the Mystic Falls group were at the Grill, trying to find Evangeline.

That energy made everyone nearly break down. It was a terrible feeling. And it was coming from her. But this was different. It didn't feel like one wave. It felt as though she was pulsing it every minute. He could feel as if the blood running through his veins were boiling.

This energy didn't give him extra strength. 

No.

It was taking it away.

Damon sucked in the pain, trying hard not to let it distract him as he approached Evangeline on the ground. "Eva?" He mumbles, crouching and placing a hand on her arm. At his voice, Damon felt the energy disappear. He felt that haze that settle among them lift. Damon found he could breath again. 

Evangeline slowly looks up, tears streak her face. "Hey baby, what are you doing down here?" Damon says softly, wiping Evangeline's tears away. He felt his body slowly heal and return back to normal. His heart started working properly again. 

She looks away, her gaze meeting the floor. Damon waited a moment longer before he talked again.

"Its freezing you're going to get sick," He spoke, trying to get a reaction from her. He shakes his head and wraps his arms around her, pulling her trembling figure closer to his chest. Evangeline laid her head against his chest, feeling warmth seeped into her bones.

"Lets go upstairs-"

"I saw them," Her voice was scratchy and filled with an emotion Damon never wanted to see. Fear. "Saw who?" He asks curiously. "Them. The people that died in my life," Her brown eyes looked up to Damon in a glaze way.

Damon frowned, his arms around her tightening. "Did you have a bad dream?" He quietly asks not sure how to respond. Evangeline shrugs, not sure how to answer that. "I-I don't know. Maybe."' She shakes her head as if to clear whatever was going on in that pretty head of hers. 

"It was more of a memory. Like those old films that use to play. It was shuttering in and out. Glitching or something," She rambled, her eyes looked forward in concentration. She could still hear the voices. 

That unknown voice. Damon couldn't understand what was happening. But he did know Evangeline was keeping secrets. If they were going to be together. There cant be any secrets between them. "You need to rest. Its been a long day," He finally says, moving to get up with Evangeline.

"No wait," She stops him, her fingers gripping his forearm. "I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see the fire and how they fell. I see a path filled with blood. Skies opening but it isn't rain. Its blood." She confessed, her voice filled with desperation and confusion.

She didn't know what was happening.

What Damon knew for sure, was that whatever she is, she didn't know how to control it. Maybe its because of that reason that she was doing all this accidentally. He was going to help her one step at a time. "Maybe its because of that thing you can do." He was suggesting that power of some sort.

Her hand loosen against his, her eyes once more finding the ground. "Maybe," She whispers, her voice an earnest plea. Damon shakes his head, feeling guilty and sorry for not being able to do anything. 

Still thinking, Damon didn't realise Evangeline had laced her hands around his neck, pulling them closer then ever before. Her movements were small and timid. Damon followed, his hands sliding against her bare waist as he stared onto those beautiful brown eyes.

All Evangeline wanted was for Damon to take away the pain even if that meant for a little while. Damon did take away the pain when he brought her to bed with him. Those little moments made her happy. But after she had fallen asleep, she found herself facing that horrible reality again. 

That was why she went downstairs, unable to face Damon after sleeping with him. When the thunder and rain started Evangeline knew she was close to breaking down again. But Damon was here to save her as usual. If he could do it then. He could do it now.

Damon heard her heart beat erratically. Her breathing changed. His eyes darkened at the thought, his hands that were against her waist, tightened even more. "What do you want?" He murmurs, his lips inches from hers. His hand snake up her wavy hair, feeling those silky strains against his fingertips.

She lets out a breathless sigh, her lips parting slightly. Damon leaned his head towards her bare neck, placing a kiss against her skin. 

"Make me forget,"

She pleaded, her back arched. Damon slowly trace his lips up her neck, stopping at the corner of her mouth.

 "Gladly," He kissed her like the world evolved around them. 

This is a tiny chapter. Just for you all. I have holidays so I'll try to update! Hope you guys like this! I consider it a mini chapter. Vote and COMMENTS puhleaseeeee Would really love to hear about your insight in this story.