Summary: What if when Elena was dying from the werewolf venom in S4 after the Vampire Hunter, One of the Five, killed a vampire, Klaus was somewhere unannounced and nobody knew where he was? What if Stefan was still Klaus' tag along buddy and knew nothing about what was happening? Will Damon find a cure in time to save Elena's life, yet again, for the millionth time, or will he be too late?
It was a dark night, as Damon returned home from the Mystic Bar and Grille.
"Elena?" he called, walking inside and closing the door behind himself.
She didn't answer him, so he followed her scent trail to the bedroom, only to see the state she was in.
He was instantly at her side.
"Damon," she breathed, eyes closed, very pale. "What's happening to me?"
"You're dying. That Vampire Hunter must've killed another vampire. And the werewolf poison must've spread. I'll get you Klaus' blood if I have to find him and demand it myself to get it. I won't let you die. Not now. Not ever."
He sat on her bedside and gently trailed the back of his hand down the side of her face before he kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"If you need anything and I'm not here, call me."
He headed out of the room and down the stairs, his phone in hand, as he called, or tried to call, Stefan and then Klaus.
After a few minutes of them not answering, he called someone else.
"Why are you calling me?" she asked in a not so sweet way. As usual.
"Where's your brother, Rebekah? I can't believe I'm saying this, but I need him. There's a Vampire Hunter in town. Colon. He must've killed a vampire, because the werewolf poison is spreading."
"Who's it for?"
"Elena. She's dying."
"Let her die then."
"Rebekah, at least do this for me. After everything, I think you owe me a little something, don't you think?"
"Fine. We'll go find my brother. Meet me at the Grill in ten minutes."
They both hung up.
Ten minutes later, he met her at the Grill and they now were leaving together.
"Where do you think he would be?" he asked her. "I tried calling him, but he's not answering his phone and neither is Stefan."
"Knowing my brother, he's probably hiding something and dragging Stefan in with it. I don't even know what he's up to. He doesn't keep me in the loop anymore and good riddance. If he wasn't my brother, I would literally kill him."
"How sweet."
She gave him a look.
After about an hour, they finally found him. He was at the explosive site by himself with workers going through it.
"Ahh, Damon. What can I do for you?" Klaus greeted, as they walked up to him side by side, Rebekkah on his right.
"I need your blood. It's for Elena. Colon killed a vampire, I'm guessing. The werewolf poison is spreading. She's dying."
"Very well. Take it."
And as simple as that, he just handed him a vial of his blood and Damon gladly took it.
Damon walked into the bedroom.
"Elena, I got the cure. You're going to be okay."
He set the vial on the end table and sat on her bedside.
She was pretty close to dying and hardly had any strength left, so he had to pull her into his arms. He then undid the cap to the vial and put the vial of blood to her lips.
"Drink," he encouraged her gently.
He watched her drink and then he put the lid back on and set the half filled vial of Klaus' blood on the end table, before he gently layed her back down.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"You're welcome."
He softly kissed her forehead and then looked down at her.
"Rest. Restore your strength."
He stood over her, as he watched her roll onto her side to sleep.
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