Always And Forever ||TVD||

Chapter Nine

Later that night it was silent, eerie almost. If I listened closely I could hear the heartbeat of the others in the house, at that moment I sort of envied them all; lucky ducks didn't know what they had.

A choked out scream in pain broke the hushed silence, "Katherine what is it?" I heard Stefan say in a frightened tone.

"V-Vervain." A raspy voice that was Katerina's replied back.

I shot out of bed, pulling clothes on that would normally take an hour to put on but managed in five seconds, and rushing to Damon's room. The stupid girl had been caught, and I knew that both Salvatore brothers were going to try to save her. And I just couldn't let Damon sacrifice himself like that.

When I arrived in his room he was already awake, clearly awaken by Katherine's scream in pain. He was wide eyed and already pulling some clothes on.

"Damon stop!" I pleaded with him, trying to prevent him from trying to save her.

His expression softened as he spotted me in the doorway, "Help me save her." He basically begged.

I halfheartedly glared at him, a little hurt that he was willing to risk both our lives to save Katerina. It hurt to know that despite everything else, he still loved her more than me. Perhaps if I had met him first things would be different.

"No. You can't, I can't. She good as dead." I stated firmly, still trying to convince him, "You shouldn't bother with her, she never loved you, and she deserves everything she gets."

He just gave me a cold look and pushed past me. I growled in frustration that he couldn't get it through his head that he should forget about her. I gripped his arm, trying to prevent him from going after her, but he grabbed something and pressed it to my skin, burning me. I yelped in pain and yanked my hand away, hurt that he had used vervain on me; but he was already gone and out the door.

I rushed out of the house to see Katerina being dragged away with a muzzle on. Off in the distance I saw Jonathan Gilbert holding a compass, I shook my head slowly to myself and ran back inside. Up the stairs and to the room that occupied Saharah. She was sitting in her bed, watching the door as I rushed in.

No words needed to be said as I scooped her up in my arms and left the house. I was at the edge of the forest when I saw Giuseppe shoot Damon and Stefan. Not being about to tear my eyes away from them, I didn't notice Jonathan and his compass not even ten feet away. But I felt the bullets pierce my skin as he shot me.

"Vampire!" He called, "We've got another one!"

Pushing the small pain to the back of my mind I rushed to the forest again. Just as I entered the outskirts of the woods, more wooden bullets shot into me, causing me to cry out in pain.

"Mother!" Saharah screamed as I fell to the ground, my daughter falling with me.

"Run." I croaked out and she instantly obeyed, stumbling up and running as fast as she could deeper into the forest.

We've been in these types of situations before, she knows to hide somewhere safe and that eventually I will find her when there is no more danger. I could smell the werewolf blood as mayor Lockwood approached me, shooting numerous times at me. I hissed in pain, and fell limb, waiting until he figured I was weak.

A few more shots and I fought the need to scream out from the pain, "You're a strong one." He chuckled bitterly, "You must be very old."

He reached down to put some sort of muzzle on me when I snapped his neck, instantly killing him. I heard more running in my direction, so I stood up and ran again, deeper into the forest. But those founding fathers just never give up.

More shots, from different directions hit me and I tumble to the ground again. Blood seeped out of me in too many places to count, non of it healed because of the material. I knew it wouldn't kill me, but my god did it kill.

Just when I believed that I've been defeated, everything falls still and silent. Suddenly screams fill the air, the bang of more shots, but not pointed at me. Then silence again.

At first I begin to be frightened, nothing made sense. I feel someone warm pick me up and I scream, surprised and confused.

"Geez sister, when don't you get yourself into trouble?" The voice of my twin brother scowls.

For once I'm not completely disappointed in seeing his arrogantly smirking face, "Hello to you to brother." I hiss back, but am secretly relieved.

He glares at me, "Do you want me to hand you back over to them, because those vervain coated muzzles look rather delightful."

"Just get me out of here." I sigh and bury my face in his chest; I didn't have to see his face to know he had another smirk there. I feel the wind pass by as he runs to find Saharah, but my thoughts are somewhere else.

Damon's dead. And all because he stubbornly burned me and didn't listen! I should've been smarter about it and compelled him on the spot or something! But no, now he's dead and it's all my fault.

Gaah!

I hate guilt and regret. I should just forget about that filthy human, it's was pathetic of me to even think anything of him.

Time to move on with the next chapter of my endless existence...