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Suddenly, a huge shudder—a convulsion—went through Damon’s entire body. Elena<br />
heard broken words behind her.<br />
“Love, love—you really have to let him go. He’s living in—in intolerable pain, just<br />
because you’re keeping him here,” the voice said, and it was Stefan’s. Stefan, who would never lie to<br />
her.<br />
For just an instant Elena wavered, but then a blazing rage came rushing up through her<br />
body. It gave her the strength to cry hoarsely, “I…won’t! I won’t ever let him go! Damn you, Damon,<br />
you have to fight! Let me help you! My blood—it’s special. It’ll give you strength. You drink it!”<br />
She fumbled for her knife. Her blood was magical. Maybe if she gave enough, it would<br />
give Damon the strength to fight off the wooden fibers that were still spreading through his body.<br />
Elena slashed at her throat. Maybe subconsciously she avoided doing more than nicking<br />
her carotid artery, but if so it was entirely subconsciously. She simply reached down, found a metal<br />
knife, and with one sweep set the blood to gushing out. Bright red arterial blood, that even in the<br />
semi-darkness was the color of hope.<br />
“Here, Damon. Here! Drink this. As much as you want—all you need to heal yourself.”<br />
She got into the best position that she could, hearing but not hearing Stefan’s horrified gasp behind her<br />
at the recklessness of her slashing, not heeding his grip on her.<br />
But—Damon didn’t drink. Not even the heady blood of his Princess of Darkness—and<br />
how did the phrase go? It was like rocket fuel compared to the gasoline found in other girls’ veins.<br />
Now it just ran out of the sides of his mouth. It flowed onto his pale face, soaking his black shirt and<br />
pooling in his leather jacket.<br />
No…<br />
Damon, Elena sent, please. I’m—begging you. Please. I’m begging you for me, for<br />
Elena. Please drink. We can do this—together.<br />
Damon didn’t move. Blood spilled into the mouth she’d opened and it filled and spilled<br />
out again. It was as if Damon were taunting her, saying, “You wanted me to give up human blood?<br />
Well, I have—forever.”<br />
Oh, dear God, please…<br />
Elena was dizzier than ever now. Outside events passed dimly around her, like an ocean<br />
that only slightly bobbed a person out deep in the swells. She was entirely focused on Damon.<br />
But one thing she did feel. Her bravery—Damon had been wrong about that. Huge sobs<br />
were rising from somewhere deep inside her. She had made Stefan let go of her and now she couldn’t<br />
hold herself up any longer.<br />
She fell right on top of her blood and Damon’s body. Her cheek fell against his cheek.<br />
And his cheek was cold. Even under the blood, it was cold.<br />
Elena never knew when the hysterics began. She simply found herself shrieking and<br />
sobbing, beating on Damon’s shoulders, cursing him. She had never properly cursed him before, not<br />
directly to his face. As for the shrieking, that wasn’t just a sound. She was once again screaming at<br />
him to find some way to fight.<br />
And finally, she began the promises. Promises that deep in her heart, she now knew were<br />
lies. She was going to find a way to fix him in a moment. She already felt a new Wings power coming<br />
to save him.<br />
Anything so as to not face the truth.<br />
“Damon? Please?” It was an interlude in the shrieking, when she was talking softly in her<br />
new husky, hoarse voice. “Damon, just do one thing for me. Just squeeze my hand. I know you can do