Here it is, the final chapter! I can't believe it. First I want to say thank you all for reading. I really enjoyed all of your lovely reviews!
Second, I know the last chapter was SUPER short. But it was originally going to be combined with chapter 10, but I liked where chapter 10 ended on it's own. And I couldn't flesh out the following chapter as easily. So I'm terribly sorry about that, but it was a chapter that had to happen, it just didn't fit in anywhere else.
Anyway, I really hope you guys like this last chapter. Let me know how you liked it because I sure loved writing it.
I practically paced a hole into the floor. I wasn't able to go back down because Damon had the access badge in his pocket. All I could do was wait and try to hold in my hysterics to not cause a scene.
"I lost the signal," I heard Tyler say in my ear. I could hear the sadness in his voice. We were both forced to anxiously wait. I ripped the ear piece out of my ear, no longer caring what Tyler had to say. We failed. I failed.
I thought of all the things they could be doing to him. That I would never see him again. I couldn't help but think it was my fault. My fault, once again, that someone died.
If I had only taken that ride offer that fateful night.
If only I hadn't fallen for Damon.
If only I hadn't convinced him to runaway with me.
He was gone now, and it was because I was in love with him.
I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. Everyone I had ever loved died.
Died because of me.
My parents, Jeremy, and now Damon.
I was considering just going back to the room and let the grief overtake me. I could cry until I couldn't anymore. I could let myself think of the life we could've had together.
Think of us dating, going to dinners and goofing off like normal people.
I could think of us settling in a small town with loving people who'd take us in as their own.
I could think of us getting engaged. Damon down on one knee with a huge, extravagant proposal. Probably in public. Everyone would 'ooh' and 'awww' at us. I would have tears happily running down my face as I nodded furiously, not being able to speak. And he would slid the gorgeous diamond ring onto my left ring finger, then he would pick my up into his arms and tell me how much he loved me.
I could think of us planning a wedding. Inviting all our new friends in whatever town we settled down in. We would argue over what shoes he would wear. I would shop with my girlfriends for the perfect wedding dress. I saw myself tearing up when I found the one.
I could think of our wedding day. I would walk down the isle while all our friends watched and the only person I'd be looking at would be Damon. He would be looking gorgeous in his tux, his hair perfectly mussed. He would be looking at me with those rare tears in his eyes, with a breathtaking smile plastered on his face. He would whisper that he loved me while the preacher spoke. We would say our vows with conviction and love. Then he would kiss me for the first time as his wife while our audience cleared their throats uncomfortably. I could see his smirk, totally satisfied with himself.
I could think of our lives. The excitement of our first child. And maybe a second or third.
I could think of us growing old, watching our grandchildren grow up.
I could think of all the things I would never have. All because of me. All because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I slowly started to walked across the busy lobby. The tourists bustling excitedly past me. No one bothering to notice my disheveled state or the tears running down my face, surely ruining all my make up. None of them knowing that I had killed about 10 people in the space of 30 minutes. None of them even aware that there was a secret section of the CIA that was so corrupt. They were all carrying on in their happy, carefree lives. I wanted so badly to trade places with them. I'd give just about anything.
My feet were hurting in my shoes, my heart was breaking, and I had no where to go from here. I didn't know where I was, or how I'd get out of this city.
I could never go back to Mystic Falls, there would be too many questions asked and I was certain the CIA came up with some way to cover my disappearance.
No, I'd have to start all over. How could I start over after all I'd been through? I would much rather curl up into a ball and be taken to where ever Damon was now. No matter where it was. I would go to the ends of the earth to be with him again. Just to see him smile, to hear him say my name.
"Elena!" I heard his voice so clearly in my mind that it stopped me in my tracks. Certainly he wouldn't scream it like that, so much desperation in it. He would be happy to see me. He would run at me with that devilish smirk on his face, his hair perfectly out of place.
"Elena!" It was louder this time. It couldn't have been in my head. I turned slowly to confirm that I was indeed going crazy.
And it was worse than I thought. I was full on hallucinating. I saw him so clearly in my mind running to me across the crowd of people. Just the way he looked when I saw him for the last time. He looked just as disheveled as I felt, his hair whipping around while he clumsily ran through the crowds of people.
I finally realized that I wasn't crazy. He was here. He was running at me. He was alive.
My feet swept me away toward him as I pushed through the crowds to get to him.
I ran headlong into his arms and he scooped me up and just held me. The only sound I could hear was my heart pounding and his heavy breathing.
I pulled back just enough to rain kisses all over his face, as if to convince myself he really was alive and whole. I felt his hands all over me, doing the same.
After a few long moments and some awkward glances from onlookers, he finally put me down, but refused to let me move away too far. He kept his arms securely around my waist.
"What happened?" I asked breathlessly.
"I don't know, they just came at us. Stefan tried to convince them that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, just a tourist that found his way down there. Then when they were just a little distracted he pushed me into the elevator and took them on himself. Stefan said he'd take care of everything," Damon said, disbelief evident in his voice.
I sighed feeling tears sting my eyes at his brother's brave actions.
"So it's done?" I asked hopefully.
"Yeah," Damon said, smiling a real smile, "It's done."
He leant down to capture my lips with complete abandon. I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him in closer, refusing to let go. I wasn't even bothered by the fact that there were people everywhere. All I could feel was Damon, all I could think was Damon. He slowly pulled away with a chuckle when I growled at the loss of contact.
He laced his fingers in mine and towed me to the elevator to our room. We smiled at each other and kissed the whole way back, not bothering with words. We didn't say another word as we shed our clothes through the suite. We didn't break eye contact as we both drown in the others love.
I lay content in Damon's arms. We were still basking in our newfound freedom. It was as if we got high off it. A high we'd never come down from.
He was tracing lazy circles on my back and I was reveling in the feel of his skin on mine. I never thought it would feel this good, but after thinking he was dead, nothing felt better.
"'Lena?" He broke the silence.
"Hmmm?" Was all I could reply as I shifted in his arms to look up at his face.
"What do you say we get out of here?" He asked.
"Where would we go?" I asked him, letting my fingers trace the hills and valleys of his muscular chest.
"That's just the thing. We can go where ever we want," he smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile at the thought. All the possibilities of what could be between us came rushing back to me and I smiled up at him thinking that they just may come true.
"Elena?" I heard him say quietly.
"Yeah?" I asked, looking back up at him.
"I love you," he said, his eyes shining with every emotion I was feeling at that exact moment.
"I love you, too," I smiled.
He was mine and I was his.
And we were free.