Gwen was surprised at how weak she actually was, Wes was literally able to grab her by the back of the neck and pull her to her feet before pinning her hands behind her back. Normally she could have taken him, she could’ve had his hands pinned behind him but she wasn’t strong enough…he’d drained her.
She was tossed into the cell behind Damon, nearly falling into him. Her eyes widened as she looked around the room. What the hell was he doing? She watched silently as Wes pointed to the wall and ceiling, only to have her mouth damn near fall to the floor after he spoke. “Burn in Hell,” Gwen breathed out as he slammed the door shut.
“Oh my god.” Hands moved to run through her hair as she began pacing the room. She couldn’t give Wes the cure…that couldn’t happen. Not when she didn’t have a clue as to what he wanted with it. But she couldn’t let Damon die…not like this. If he died it would be her fault and Gwen knew she couldn’t live with herself if that were to happen to him…even if he was a vampire.
Gwen’s eyes squeezed shut as her hand moved to touch the necklace she had hid from Wes during those four days of her torture. He’d seen it on her of course but some people couldn’t put two and two together very well. Slowly the huntress turned face the vampire, tears beginning to sting her eyes. This would be his choice, not her’s. This quite possibly was going to be the biggest decision of his life and unfortunately he wouldn’t get much time to think about it.
In a few steps she was crouched next to Damon, her hands moving to unhook her necklace. “Sam gave this to me in case I was ever in trouble with a vampire…well I’m in trouble with a vampire right now.” A tear slipped from her eye as she forced a small smile before taking a deep breath and pulling off pendant and opening it, placing it in Damon’s hands. “I can’t give this to him Damon, I can’t and I hope you can understand that.” She stopped as she moved to hold his face in her hands. “But at the same time I can’t let you die like this…I can’t let Wes kill you. I also can’t make you take this…this is your choice and I am so sorry you have to make it right now.”
Her eyes moved to meet the blue ones in front of her. She was terrified. Even if Damon took the cure it didn’t guarantee his safety. Wes could very well snap and just kill them both and then it would have all been for nothing. But there was always that chance, there was even a chance if he was still a vampire but it was smaller then the chance he’d have as a human. “I promise I will do everything I can do to protect you as a vampire or not….do you trust me?”
— Damon's arms went around Gwen for the moment, steadying the huntress so she didn't stumble and fall as she exchanged those final words with their captor. Meanwhile, the vampire was busy taking in their new surroundings and barely heard it as Wes chuckled darkly and gave Gwen a pointed look, "Exactly. But it won't be me burning." the doctor's gaze slid to Damon and then back to her, letting the realization dawn even further before he turned and left, the door to their new 'cell' swinging shut with a resounding finality. This was it.
The vampire was sitting on the floor looking hopelessly crestfallen, legs splayed out in front of him, hands resting limply in his lap as he stared blankly off into space, wondering what time it was. How much longer he'd have before he burned into a fried crispy critter. He barely felt Gwen coming over and crouching down next to him. She was speaking nonsense, none of it making sense in his delirious state and it was quickly making Damon frown in irritation. "What the hell are you talking about?" he snapped, cerulean hues finally lowering to the vial as the realization hit him like a mack truck. Slowly the frown smoothed from his forehead and his lips parted in dismay, pale gaze lifting to hers, looking for any lie, any JOKE. But he saw none, just her dark tear-filled eyes and the way her bottom lip seemed to tremble when she was trying not to cry. Damon's cerulean hues focused on Gwen's mouth through his dark eyelashes and in response to her question— he leaned forward— closing the empty space between them and kissed her, his lips brushing over hers as a hand lifted to gently cup the brunette's cheek as if she were something fragile he might break.
Damon leaned back after a moment, staring at Gwen from inches away, eyes ping-ponging between her dark gaze. She was so strong and he was proud of her for it. She always called him out on his shit, yet was there for him no matter what despite their mutual threats to each other's lives and constant bickering. When had it become more than friendship? When had he become more than just a vampire? One she'd be willing to give the cure up for in order to save. "You realize if I take it, and he knows he's gonna just extract a vial of my blood and I'll be as good as dead anyway. You do understand that right?" the vampire asked softly yet seriously, cerulean hues becoming sad, features falling. "Are you POSITIVE?" he asked, the hand not on her cheek lifting to curl around the one holding the cure. "Can't turn back after I take it unless you WANT to kill me," he warned with a chuckle, throwing out humor in the face of such danger. Damon logic. Make her laugh so she doesn't think about the fact that you're gonna die.
