Word Count: 1,166
Reader Gender: I used female pronouns, but you can substitute.
Warnings: Cussing, torture, blood, fluff
Love interest: Damon
Note: I got this idea while rewatching Season 1 of TVD
I screamed out as they shoved a knife through my arm, the blade stuck in the wood of the chair. They were ‘questioning’ me on how to get something that Damon had in his possession, and naturally I told them to go fuck themselves. Unfortunately for me, they didn’t like that answer. I didn’t even know these guys, and not being able to place a name with a face was really irritating me. They pulled the knife out before pouring alcohol into the wound.
“WHERE IS IT?!” The woman yelled out.
“Right on the corner of Piss Off and Go Fuck Yourself!” I yelled back.
“I said,” The knife was shoved into my stomach, “Where is it?” The woman questioned again.
“Well, I can tell you this much,” I gasped, “It’s not in there.”
The knife was shoved a little farther up before she asked the same question, and the wound was growing larger and larger by the moment. My head was spinning, probably from the blood loss, and my breathing was ragged. I didn’t know how old the two vampires torturing me were, but they couldn’t have been that old. The lacked the vibe and disposition of a vampire who had experience under their belt.
The blade was now under the middle of my rib cage, and blood was pouring from my mouth. The man smiled, walking up to me and catching some of the blood on his finger. The popped his now bloody finger into his mouth, looking quite pleased with himself. I lifted my head up enough to spit a mouth full of blood in his face. I suppose he didn’t like that, ‘cause next thing I know I have a fist in my face.
“Only on Sundays.” I winked, earning another fist.
“Why won’t you just tell us!” He yelled, now angry.
“Get back to me when you can punch just a little harder.” I laughed, leaning back onto the chair.
“What was that?” The woman asked, perking her head up.
“Someone’s here.” The man concluded.
“You’re a genius.” I mocked, my head resting behind the chair.
The blood was building up in my mouth, almost making me choke, so I returned my head to the previous position. My chin rested against my chest as the blood poured freely out of my mouth. I heard the door get splintered, and I assumed it to be him. I chuckled for a moment, knowing that the both of them will be dead in less than a minute. I would’ve done it myself if I wasn’t, you know, a human and all.
“Wait, wait, wait-” The woman began.
“You hurt Y/n,” Damon paused, “Big mistake.”
“Damon?” I weakly questioned.
“Y/n, holy crap.” He said in a surprised tone, taking the ties off of my hands and legs, “What did they do to you?”
“What didn’t they do to me.” I questioned jokingly, Damon catching my body.
“Oh my God.” He whispered, seeing my wounds, “I-I can fix this.” His voice broke.
“Damon?” I heard his brother call, “Dam-Jesus Christ.”
“Stefan?” Elena asked, “Stefan what’s wrong?” Stefan took her to the side.
I looked over at Damon, blood on my lips as he slowly set me onto his lap. He bit into his wrist, tears in his eyes. He held his wound over my mouth, his face contorting as he tried not to cry. I brought my mouth up as far as I could, drinking from the punctured vein. After a moment I brought my head back down, unable to keep it up any longer. His hand moved to cup my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
I was in a tremendous amount of pain right now, and I don’t know if he was able to get to me in time. I put my hand on his gently, my brows furrowing in pain. I felt myself begin to heal, but I was also still bleeding out. My vision began to blur as I tried to sit up, Damon helping me. I leaned onto his chest slightly as I fully sat up, and he put my arm around his neck. I put a hand over my stomach as another wave of pain set in.
“Damon, we need to get her to the house,” Stefan said firmly, “Now.”
“I know, I know,” Damon’s voice broke, “I’ll, uh, I’ll meet you there.”
“Stefan, is she going to be okay?” I heard Elena ask before I was flashed to the house.
Damon set me down on the floor near the fire, which was great for me because I had begun to feel cold. I turned on my side and curled into a ball, shaking lightly. Damon put a small blanket over me and I held it tightly to myself, hoping that it’d be over quickly. I felt him sit by me and I slowly put my head gently into his lap. He provided a sense of comfort to me, like everything was going to be okay.
Damon sat near the fire with Y/n in his lap, and he gently played with her hair. Y/n had really scared him today, and for a minute there he was sure he had lost you. He was still worried, and even though your breathing had returned to normal, he was still worried that you wouldn’t wake up. There was still that negative spot in his mind that told him that everything wasn’t going to be okay. He refused to let you go, and he refused to lose you.
He heard Stefan and Elena enter the house, but his attention was still on the sleeping figure on his lap. He felt terrible, he blamed himself for letting it happen. He blamed himself for causing it. He didn’t even know, or remember, the two vampires that captured you, but he still felt awful. Stefan and Elena entered the room, but Stefan asked Elena to give the two of the a moment. After she left, Stefan slowly made his way over to his brother.
“She’s gonna be alright.” Stefan said, hands in his pockets.
“No, she’s not,” Damon paused sadly, “Not if she’s around me.”
“Damon, what happened today wasn’t your fault-” Stefan began firmly.
“She almost died today, Stefan, solely because of me.” Damon countered stubbornly.
“Damon, they would’ve just tried to kill someone else instead.” Stefan reasoned.
“Yeah, but I don’t care about someone else, I care about her.” Damon said, looking back at you.
“If she didn’t want to get hurt, or if she didn’t want to die, she would’ve just told them what they wanted to know.” Stefan said.
“I just-” Damon began and Stefan sighed.
“Let me tell you a little secret, I don’t think she cares.” Stefan spoke truthfully, and Damon remained silent, “Just be glad she’s alive, and don’t push her away because I can guarantee that she’s not going anywhere.”
“Thanks.” Damon said after a moment.
“Anytime.” Stefan said before walking away.
