Hold the Line
Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries
Summary: Written for Eenaangel at the Vampire Diaries Free-For-All Comment Ficathon: Part 3 (p.16). Losses in battle fuel the fire of war.
Bonnie, Caroline, Elena
Hold the line
Friend of mine
Sing a song
"You're going to be okay!" Caroline sobbed hysterically, pushing hard on the wound, "You're going to be just fine!"
"Care-" Elena coughed harshly, blood escaping her mouth, "Caroline. You have to go back."
Before the sentence was finished, Caroline's blond locks were flying as she shook her head vehemently, "No!" She screamed, "NO!" She let her vampire face turn and bit into her wrist, "Just drink!"
The brunette girly weakly shook her head, "I don't want to turn," she said gently despite being in immense pain.
"It will heal you!" Caroline yelled forcefully, trying to shove it in the girl's face.
Elena turned her head, avoiding the bleeding wrist, "It's too late," She said coughing, "Care-" the rest of the sentence was lost as Elena struggled to take a breath and then another until finally she didn't breathe at all.
Caroline clutched Elena closer to her, sobs escaping her slight form causing her whole body to shake. "Please," She whispered, shaking Elena slightly despite already knowing she was gone, "Please." When Elena's eyes refused to open, Caroline let out a harsh scream and burst out the doors.
She vaguely noticed Bonnie on the porch, still protecting the house that Caroline had rushed a bleeding Elena into. When Bonnie saw Caroline's tear stricken face and grieving vampire eyes, Bonnie too let out a scream of pain. The two girls began ripping and tearing their way through the army, not noticing every hit they took or every scratch they made. Nothing mattered any more. Elena was dead and it was up to them to hold the line.