The Flight

Why?

Five years later
Damon's POV
I'm done. I'm done. I don't think that I can take the constant torture anymore. Enzo and I had a plan to escape last night, but of course, it didn't work. I have been cut into, starved, beaten, and experimented on in every way possible. I'm done. I can't take this anymore. But what can I do? I can sit here and hope that after all of these years that Elijah hasn't forgotten about me... or grown to hate me. We all know that one of these will have happened. He's my only hope, seeing as my brother is probably still 'full on ripper'.

Over the years (I don't know how many it has been), I have had many fascinating conversations with Enzo. Now, I can't bring myself to say anything. I watch as two men, one tall and one short, come to take me again. I don't even bother to fight back or scream.

The next day
Elijah's POV
I'm crazy. That's what everyone tells me. I've been looking for him, for Damon, for the last five years. He couldn't have left. He was mine. At least, I'm sure he was. There has yet to be a possible explaination as to why he left, unless someone captured him. I do not think I could live with myself if he was captured.

Fenrir, one of my vampires, comes to bring me more information about the Salvatore brothers. It is always the same thing. I look through land ownerships, kills, family relations- everyone is dead. I make this point to him, and he looks at me in surprise like he knows something that I do not. "Joseph Salvatore is still alive, sir," he says. This captures my attention. "Where is he!" I demand. "A building near the Salvatore house," Fenrir responds. I get the location and run at what feels like the speed of light to get there.

       Simply turning the handle would have been an efficient way to open the door, but I don't have the patience or calmness right now to do that. WHAM! The door in front of me is still falling to the group, while I rush through the building. I come to a set of cells, where I see a man. He looks at me like I'm there to kill him... which perhaps isn't wrong. "Who are you?" I ask, not paying attention to the glare he gives me. "Enzo." I start to feel extremely annoyed, "A better question would be, 'What are you?'" "A vampire." This makes my heart beat impossibly faster. "Do you know anyone here by the name of Damon Salvatore?" I quickly question. "I take it you're Elijah? Yes, he's here and you'd better hurry and get him." I unlock his door and run fast around the building.

         I found my Damon lying on a table, staring into space. He's covered in his own blood... with the same shirt that he was in the day he left. Around him are men holding knives, and soon they are dead. One man comes from some stairs that were located adjacent to the room and tries to shoot me with something that doesn't work. He's dead instantly. All of the noise seems to get some of Damon's attention, and he turns his head a little towards my direction until his gaze locks on me. He stares at me as if questioning whether I am real or not, a faint "Elijah" was heard from his lips. I rush up to his side, not another care in the world. "Damon" is the last thing that can be heard before I bend down to his level and kiss him hard on the mouth.

I promise I am not done. I lack inspiration, but I will force myself to finish this if it is the last thing that I do! I hope you liked this chapter! I also hope that someone is still reading this. 3000 views... WHAT!! That is amazing, guys!!! Thank you!