On My Own (TVD Series)

Our Personal Hell

It felt like forever...the waiting. It ate me alive. 

With my eyes closed shut, I could still see the cemetery. The shadows of the dark trees. The tombstones. The fog around my feet. You would think the stories would be true. The moment just before your final breath, you'd see your life flash before your eyes. But not mine. It was just darkness followed by the eerie silence of our breaths.

Feeling Damon's shoulder rub against mine, our hands caressed lightly before he grabbed my pink.

"Lauren?" Damon whispered, squeezing my hand.

"What?"

"...do you feel anything?"

Moving my eyes under my lids, I hesitate for a few seconds trying to hear for anything around us. But with the breeze in complete silence, I was left with the sound of our shoes crunching the twigs underneath our feet.

"Nope...just humidity."

"...so...what level of hell is that?"

Taking a deep and shallow breath, I slowly start to lift one eyelid, squinting in case of the bright light coming back. Yet as my eyes soon peaked through my lashes, I could make out dark figures in the distance. Spikes at the end of long rods but as my vision started to clear up, I found the two of us surrounded by shallow fog and the Mystic Falls cemetery.

"Did you open your eyes yet?" Damon whispered, but I was so caught up in shock that I froze.

"Lauren-"

"...there's no fiery pits if that's what you're asking," I mumbled.

"What?"

Tearing his hand from mine, Damon's eyes burst open, looking around desperately to find us in the old cemetery.

"What...where's the fire? The black goats...the sirens-"

"You've been watching too many supernatural shows." I sighed.

"What happened?"

"You're asking me?" I blurted out.

"You've been speaking to the dead for months now..."

"...I've never been sucked into a white hole before, you idiot."

"So what now?"

Letting him wander around in the same open patch of land, I could see an old light post far off into the distance. taking another look at Damon, I jogged my way over and found the old dirt trails. Following it through until I reach one of the main entrances, I grabbed the parge branches to help me up the steep hill until and stumbled upon a lonely dark road.

"...so you do know this place."

"Damon, look around...we're still in Mystic Falls. " I blurted out.

Taking larger strides down the road, I started to remember old buildings that were torn down on the outskirts of Mystic Falls. And as I turned one of the corners, I found ourselves standing in the middle of the turnaround, letting Damon continue his bickering behind me.

"Well, I still feel a fang. How about you?"

"...I still have my magic." I sighed, slowing my pace.

"...so...we're either dead supernatural creatures or Mystic Falls is no longer magic-free."

Stopping at the edge of the turnaround, I could feel Damon striding forcefully behind just before I stretched out my arm and stopped him before stepping on the curb.

"...Damon...the grill."

Nudging him to the direction I was staring at, I cautiously turned around to look at him in complete and utter confusion.