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Title: I'm All Out For The War
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters/Pairing: Damon and Katherine (and Elena)
Word Count: 2200
Rating: R (violence and imagery)
Prompt: For [livejournal.com profile] cassiehayes. Cause I built you a home in my heart, with rotten wood, it decayed from the start. Cause you can't find nothing at all, if there was nothing there all along.
Warning: Major character death
Spoilers: None
Summary: He hesitates. She doesn't.
Thank you: [livejournal.com profile] miss_blanche




He hesitates.

Holds his breath for a split second and stalls as his fingertips press against the solid muscle that surrounds her heart. It flutters against the pressure and she opens her eyes. Wide. Blinks.

She's crying silently and her heart is beating, feather soft, against his palm and so he hesitates.

He hesitates but she does not.





*






The first stake goes in just below his ribcage. Splits him in two. He fists his grip around the six inches of timber that has just gutted him and watches as the hole his hands had made in her chest knits itself back together seamlessly.

He coughs and an agony that pulses from midnight black to bright, bright white flares through every inch of him.

Blood, his own, bubbles in the back of his throat, slides, ropey thick, over the gentle curve of lips that drop to open in a beat.

She cocks her head a little to the left and laughs.

The sound is music.





*






She's severed his spinal cord with that one blow. He's numb. Dumbfounded. Only upright because she's holding him in place.

Blood, so much blood.

And confusion. And his eyes droop to closed before snapping open again. Wide.

Too wide. But it's getting harder and harder to keep them that way.

She has a second stake in position, just above where he imagines his heart used to live. All those months and decades and calendar pages ago.

His gaze drops to the point of it. Can already feel it piercing his skin.

The inevitability of what is coming next brings with it a semblance of peace that has so far eluded him. He's tired. So tired.

Of running. Of pretending.

Of all of it.





*






She ghosts cool finger tips down the length of his cheek. Brands him in the most final of ways. He licks at lips that are covered to slick and sliding with his own blackened blood.

Gags on the acrid tang as he swallows involuntarily.

“Why?”

The word erupts from somewhere low in his gut. Sounds weak, pathetic, even as he clings desperately to the hope for some kind of resolution.

“Why not?” Her voice is a chime. Echoes like a marching band through his shattered ribcage.

“I loved you.” A lie. He still does.

“Exactly.”

He prays that it will all be over soon.





*






She opens her mouth as though to add to the everything, to the nothing, that she has already said. Pushes her pursed lips against his forehead instead and shifts her angle by degrees.

It doesn't hurt anymore. And he's not scared.

And the idea of sleep, of deep, dreamless rest, brings a degree of relief that he thinks just might drown him.





*






The stake above his heart stutters then. And her face blanks. Mouth falling open to a perfect O as she sighs around a sob that he knows beyond doubt is not for him.

She looks so much like Elena in that moment. Young and innocent and a thousand other adjectives that she hasn't been in centuries.

Her grip on the sliver of wood loosens in the same split second that he slumps to the grassy carpet at her feet. He cries out. Can't quite bite down on the murmur of agony before it drops from his tongue.

Defeated.

He picks his gaze back up. Dizzy. Nauseous. Vomits blood that threatens to choke him as he fails to coordinate his paralysed limbs into anything resembling motion.

Blinking up at the stars that filter through the canopy he searches his peripheral vision for where she's surely standing over him.

Finds instead the night sky filled only with an endless inky black and as eyes roll sluggishly in their sockets he catches a glimpse of her curled by his side.

Lifeless.





*






Her fingers are fisted in his, tight even in death. And he can't quite remember how long they've been like that. Hours? Months? Fragmented split seconds?

There's movement then. An unholy commotion as the sky seems to explode above him. Around him.

Inside him.

Her face is contorted. A perpetual scream that he knows now he'll never manage to erase. The image etched as it is on the underside of his eyelids.

Tattoo sharp.

Something in him shifts. Realisation hits hard and fast and he curls her fingers into his. Wonders what letting go will feel like.





*






Darkness comes. Anvil heavy. Drags him so far down into the abyss he's not sure he'll find the badly lit path back out.

A slide show plays out across his synapses. Running. Laughing. Her loose curls tangled for eternity between his fingers. Lips and thighs and endless smiles that all amount to nothing in the end.

A game. Very little else.





*






Awareness is a blade that splits him in two. He screams.

Can't even bring himself to care.

Wishes for the end with the power of a thousand suns.

There are hands on his face. Raking across his tortured chest. He slits his eyelids, saltwater burning, and tries to focus through the haze of pain and blood and complete despair.

“Shhhh... it's going to be okay.”

Whoever it is that owns those words, he does not believe them.





*






An image morphs from blurred to crystal cut and back again.

It's her. He is sure of it. The gnarled corpse by his side nothing more than a morbid hallucination. A side effect of the fact that the ground beneath him is blood muddy.

“Damon, open your eyes...”

He complies but only because obeying her always was second nature to him. She looks different. He longs to bring his fingertips to the tears that carve her face into pieces.

To banish them in the only way he knows how.

I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you...

A mantra on repeat.





*






The stake is still where she's plunged it. He watches, fascinated, as it moves up and down with each gurgling inhale. Exhale. Inhale. His legs are a dead weight and the sensation is oddly grounding. Waits with baited breath for the rest of him to catch up.

A pair of blood stained hands come into view and wrap around the exposed wood. He closes his eyes because he's gathered enough lucidity to know that nothing good can come from what must happen next.

“Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god.”

Snaps them open again amid a stunning realisation.

Elena.

Not Katherine.

Elena.





*






“Where is she?” He sounds drunk inside his own skull as the words reverberate hollowly. He rolls his head to the side. To the other side. Back again.

Panic settles deep in the space where all his blood has leaked from. Takes up a permanent kind of residence.

“Shhh, Damon it's okay.”

Her voice catches on his name. It always does.

“I can't get it out... I can't... Caroline is coming back. She'll fix it, I can't-” Her hands are flapping uselessly above his chest. Like she's forgotten what to do with them.

He catches one in his. Only just manages the coordination required.

“Where's Katherine?” Slurred and liquid thick around the blood on his teeth.

“She's- I'm so sorry- She was going to- I-”

And the way she can't quite finish a sentence is all the answer he needs...





*






“Can't feel my legs...”

He's always wanted to say that. The dramatic nature of the simple syllables when grouped together in such a manner, oddly intriguing.

Shocking.

It doesn't disappoint.

“What did you say?” Fingers tighten around his wrist. Draw it away from him, towards her, by inches and feet.

He coughs again, inhales more of his own blood. It's a gradual trickle now when compared to the start of this unravelling. And he's slowly becoming accustomed to the taste.

“I can't...” He trails off because the point will be more than lost on her and his motivation for inane conversation topics is falling sharply. “Doesn't matter...”

And it really doesn't.

In the grand scheme of things.





*






He hears shouting then. And the rumble and crash of feet on forest floor. The hysteria in his veins rises by degrees.

He writhes against the sound of screaming inside his skull. Feels his fist connect with something solid.

Ice.

Her.

He moans, deep. Wraps fingers that shake and stutter around the weapon that threads his chest. Struggles to grip the barbed timber where his insides have coated it, slick and sliding.

Needs it gone. Now.





*






When he wakes again the mocking sun is high in the sky. Falls in lines through drapes that have been pulled hastily askew. A weight shifts at the foot of his bed. He catches her scent, rolls sideways lest his gaze settle on the shadows that cross the planes of her face.

Lest he can't bring himself to look away...





*






He leaves her sleeping. Lips parted, fists gathered in the filthy sheet that had been wrapped around his broken body.

He showers. Leaves his jeans on. Ruined as they already are. Runs unsteady palms over the flat plane of his stomach. Bounces fingertips across the heaving expanse of his ribcage. Sees nothing left there but blood and betrayal.

Still can't quite fit all the pieces of what he knows into a picture that makes sense.

Slides his weight down the water slick tiles 'til he's knees on chin under the scalding stream. Wraps arms around shin bones and pulls tight. A misguided attempt to keep everything inside.

I loved you...

Exactly.






*






There is movement then. Cold air across his shoulder blades as she slides in beside him. Curls her arms around his. Pulls him, shattered, against her until they're both lost in the steam.

“I'm not sorry,” she whispers, presses her lips to a point just south of his right ear. “Not for what I did.”

He tenses to solid stone beneath the weight of her words. Feels his insides shift and then stand still.

“But I am so sorry for what she did to you...”

And there is no stake this time but the memory remains red raw.

The pain in his chest is shocking and he lifts his head, opens his eyes. Half expects to see rivers of blood curling between his toes, twisting a garish path towards the drain. Washing him away completely.

But he's never been privy to that kind of luck.





*






“I hate her.”

And it doesn't even sound like him. Rings hollow. Like lies and half truths.

“No you don't.”

She's right. She's always right when it comes to him.





*






She unwraps her arms. Chunks of him fall away as she does so. Fight for position at the lip of the drain. He pushes them down with the heel of his hand as she cuts off the water and drags towels into where they're still slumped to seated in the puddles.

And he thinks she doesn't even notice that he's less than he was only seconds ago. Missing vital pieces that have dripped and faded to nothing.

She lifts her fingers to his chin, tilts his jaw 'til he can't escape.

“Damon.”

And it's her voice and her face and her wet hair that hangs, ragged.

“I can't-” He stops because he doesn't know how that sentence ends.

Doesn't know how it ends without heaping guilt and pity and an aching kind of avoidance on her already overburdened shoulders.

He can't look at her.

But then, he can't look away either.





*






She's wrapped thick, white towels around them both but they're yet to move. The pooled water turning to ice cold beneath where they're still tangled together.

He'd shiver if he hadn't already been frozen for decades.

She's still staring back at him. An unbridled mixture of fear and concern as she waits for the words that will complete his unfinished declaration.

He swallows them down. A denial of sorts. The motion is achingly familiar.

A ragged inhale expands and contracts around the phantom pain in his ribs and he sighs against a cracked sob that catches up to him before he's quite managed to regain what little remains of his composure.

He smirks because it's what he does best. Breaks her eye contact with a flick of his chin.

“I can't... believe Stefan hasn't barged in here yet.”

Forced light.

“You should probably go.”




*





She drops her gaze. Reads between his lines perfectly despite the half-hearted attempt at subterfuge.

Nods her head, a silent yeah, I should...

She's almost out the door when he finds his voice again.

“Elena?”

She stops but doesn't turn back and he's more grateful in that moment than he ever remembers being previously.

“Thank you.”

She shrugs, offers him a half glance.

“You'd do it for me.”

Date: 2011-02-07 02:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] x5vale.livejournal.com
And I am dead.

Seriously.

This left me speechless.

Amazing, that's it.

BRAVO!

Date: 2011-02-08 01:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
Oh no! Haha! But I'm very glad that you liked it... it's an idea that I've been playing with for some time and it's taken me ages to get it out so, THANK YOU!

Date: 2011-02-08 09:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] x5vale.livejournal.com
Dead in a good way...

I just love your Damon :)

Date: 2011-02-08 09:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
Heee, I love him too. He's so fun to break apart, torture, then put back together again...!

Oh, Damon!

Date: 2011-02-08 10:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] x5vale.livejournal.com
Yep what they do in the show too.

Date: 2011-02-08 10:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
Hehe, exactly! 'Tis a large reason why it's my favourite!!

Date: 2011-02-08 10:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] x5vale.livejournal.com
My main one I think...plus broken heros own me.

Date: 2011-02-08 12:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
plus broken heros own me.
THIS!

Date: 2011-02-07 03:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brightstarmara.livejournal.com
I hate you!!! The thought of Damon dying is bad enough. But Katherine being the one to kill him... she's already cost him his life and everything else.

Out of this whole story, the line I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you... hits me hardest.
Because he would forgive her for everything. I wonder if there is anything that she could do to him that he wouldn't forgive her for.

And Elena killing for him is actualyl really plausible.

You already know how I feel about your writing style. Beautiful as ever. And it fits the short stories. I think it would be harder for the longer stories. It might become too heavy, you know? But your poetic style is just amazes me every time. I'm printing them all to keep ;)

Date: 2011-02-08 01:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
I agree, I think he absolutely would (and has) forgive her just about anything. I mean, she's the reason he (and Stefan) are vampires and he's forgiven her that... Forgiven her that AND continued loving/searching for her.

I definitely think this style is too heavy for the longer fics, I think it's why I'm addicted to one-shots at the moment!!

Thank you so much for reading/reviewing! Thank you, thank you!!!

Date: 2011-02-11 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brightstarmara.livejournal.com
You can one-shot at me any time. The fact that he would take her back after everything... he is so broken and battered. I've always been drawn to characters like that.
I started writing fanfic when I was about 12 and I have yet to write a female lead that lives. Or gets at least one break.

THere is no chance the writers for this show are ever going to give Damon a break. Not sure if I love them for that or hate them. Both I think!

Date: 2011-02-07 04:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ovariesofsteel.livejournal.com
"The sound is music"

GAH.

I can't handle this. It's beautiful. Heartbreaking. Sad.

I was worried there for a second, but you didn't kill him! Yay!

Date: 2011-02-08 01:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
Heeeeeeeee! Sorry (but not really) for worrying you. But honestly, if I killed him where would all the OMG ANGST come from??

Killing the love of his life is MUCH MORE FUN!

Now, get off friggin' youtube and write me fic, woman!

Date: 2011-02-07 05:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lving-darkness.livejournal.com
He'd shiver if he hadn't already been frozen for decades.

THERE'S SO MANY ASPECTS TO THAT LINE THAT I LOVE THAT MY BRAIN MY EXPLOOOODE.
the end.

Date: 2011-02-08 01:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
Heeeeeeeeeee. Thank you! Thank you!

The end.

Date: 2011-02-07 09:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] badboy-fangirl.livejournal.com
THIS IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE SCENARIO--Elena killing Katherine FOR Damon. It's just the best and most poetic end to our girl Friday, IMHO.

This is gorgeously written, and so, so, so achingly good. I just love them so much, and this is so them and I treasure it. Well done.

Date: 2011-02-08 01:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
THIS IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE SCENARIO GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

Because if Katherine dies then IT MUST HAPPEN THIS WAY! No matter what he says (to himself/to others) I don't buy him being able to do it. Not without hesitating. Probably not at all. And she won't care. She'll take the opportunity that he gives her and she'll laugh in his face while she does it.

And, let's face it, the writers must SURELY know what a pot of gold Damon's involement in Katherine's (inevitable?) demise will be for ratings... I refuse to believe they'd be stupid enough to do it any other way...

Thank you so much for reading! I'm so very glad that you liked it!!

Date: 2011-02-07 10:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sophiathorn.livejournal.com
This is so...I just GAH! You killed me with your words.

Amazing.

Heartbreaking.

Perfect.

Date: 2011-02-08 01:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
Thank you!! Thank you!

Date: 2011-02-08 12:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jillbee7.livejournal.com
!!!!!!!!!!!!

You stun me. That was amazing. Shit, poor Damon. The woman he loved for 145 years not only doesn't love him back, but nearly killed him. Thank god for Elena! I can actually see her doing that- she's feisty. Like when she stabbed that guy in the school with pencils.

Damon always wanting to say "I can't feel my legs" was hilarious and a wonderful and surprising reprieve from the angst (much as I love it!). That really is a shocking thing to hear someone say, I would imagine.

Date: 2011-02-08 01:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you!!!!! Poor Damon is right! But I do so love torturing him! The angst is GLORIOUS! And you're right, Elena is totally fiesty. And she'd definitely react on instinct to save him...

Glad you liked the lighter moment, it was getting kinda heavy otherwise...!

Thank you so much for reading!

Date: 2011-02-08 01:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] distant-lines.livejournal.com

“I loved you.” A lie. He still does.

“Exactly.”


That little moment between them is just haunting. I feel like that sums up so much about why Katherine is so horrible to Damon. I think she's just horrible to him because he loved her with everything he had. I feel like he was almost as much of a game as Stefan.

Loved this. It was just so heartbreaking and I truly want something like this to happen. It would just be such poetic justice if Elena killed Katherine for Damon. Katherine tried to ruin everything about him; he turned his world inside out and upside down for her. So, I'd love to see Elena kill Katherine to save Damon. I could also handle Stefan killing Katherine to save Damon. Basically, my requirement is that Katherine needs to die because of Damon. He is the brother that was the most damaged and completely crushed by her and someone needs to just kill Katherine and save Damon. Okay, this probably makes no sense, but still this was just amazing. Loved it!

Date: 2011-02-08 01:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
I agree completely with your summation of the Katherine/Damon dynamic. He's a game to her. I think they both probably are. I mean, if she really loved Stefan all that time (like she says that she did) then why not get in contact with him? I mean, she had 145 years and Damon and Stefan appear to have been apart for a fair chunk of that. She had ample opportunity and yet there was nothing.

I'm inclined to think that her 'it's always been Stefan' comment to Damon in The Return was just another part of her game. She knows full well that he loves her with everything that he has... what better way to completely destroy him than that?

And you're ABSOLUTELY RIGHT! I think Katherine's demise MUST be tied to Damon somehow. And I honestly think the writers must SURELY know this... I mean, it's too juicy to pass up! Isn't it? PLEASE?!!! Haha!

And your post definitely makes complete sense to me! Haha!

Thank you so much for reading and then writing such a thoughtful review.

Date: 2011-02-08 07:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] midnightblack07.livejournal.com
o.m.g. this was REMARKABLE!! gaaah I don't even know where to begin!! =P

It echoes of a scene that has bothered me for ages: the one in "Masquerade" where Katherine turns the stake on Damon and she is SO OBVIOUSLY willing to drive it through his heart before Stefan pulls her back =| this fic illustrates her lack of sentiment towards him in contrast to his utterly undying love for her in the most beautiful of ways and it broke my heart for him all over again =(

I loved that Elena was the one who killed her and for Damon's sake (& that he got to witness it first hand). Perfect scenerio and I hope that if/when Katherine dies on the show, they set it up in a similar fashion =)

great stuff (as always hehe)!!

Date: 2011-02-08 08:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
THANK YOU!

And yeah, the whole point of this was to underline the stark contrast between the two of them regarding the way they see each other. There is so much juicy goodness (read: angst!!) in that storyline!!!!!!

I also hope Katherine's demise involves Damon to some degree... either he kills her or someone kills her on his behalf or a badguy kills her and he can't do anything to stop or just... SOMETHING! Damon's involvement is REQUIRED! Haha! That's all I know...!

Thank you for reading!

Date: 2011-02-08 10:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-blanche.livejournal.com
I think you already know how deeply I love this so I'm going to be sensible for a change with my commenting :D

I echo everyone else who says that Elena killing Katherine for Damon (and Stefan, I guess, lol) is an amazing scenario. It rivals my other favourite (which I will email you). AND ELENA AND DAMON SITTING IN THE SHOWER FULLY CLOTHES IS THE BEST THING EVER, OBVIOUSLY. I'm sure that both Damon and Stefan would hesitate where Katherine wouldn't and I love how you've played on his hesitance here to highlight his feelings (WHICH ARE DEFINITELY THERE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, DAMON.)

THE ENDING IS SUPERB!

She stops but doesn't turn back and he's more grateful in that moment than he ever remembers being previously.

“Thank you.”

She shrugs, offers him a half glance.

“You'd do it for me.”


YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS OMG. (Oh yeah, sensible, lol, AHEM.) I think Damon is upset and ~broken~ but capable of being grateful for what Elena did. AND I THINK THAT THAT DEVELOPMENT TIES THE WHOLE THING IN PERFECTLY (ESPECIALLY WITH THAT AMAZING PROMPT!)

The inevitability of what is coming next brings with it a semblance of peace that has so far eluded him. He's tired. So tired.

Of running. Of pretending.

Of all of it.


YES YES YES I CAN SO SEE DAMON FEELING THIS WAY. JUST... ARGH!!! (I've given up on sensible, sorry.)

“Can't feel my legs...”

He's always wanted to say that. The dramatic nature of the simple syllables when grouped together in such a manner, oddly intriguing.

Shocking.

It doesn't disappoint.


This really stood out for me for some reason. You add a lot of insight to something that would otherwise be kind of cliched and over done.

She unwraps her arms. Chunks of him fall away as she does so. Fight for position at the lip of the drain. He pushes them down with the heel of his hand as she cuts off the water and drags towels into where they're still slumped to seated in the puddles.

And he thinks she doesn't even notice that he's less than he was only seconds ago. Missing vital pieces that have dripped and faded to nothing.


GGGGUUUUHHHH.

“I can't... believe Stefan hasn't barged in here yet.”

Forced light.

“You should probably go.”


Oh, hai there trying-to-keep-it-light-against-all-odds-Damon, how ya doin?

AND THEN THAT ENDING. THAT ENDING. OH, OH, OH AND I HAVEN'T COMMENTED ON THE START: THE START IS LIKE ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL STARTS I'VE EVER READ. JUST SOO GOOOOD I WANT TO EAT THE WORDS.

He hesitates.

Holds his breath for a split second and stalls as his fingertips press against the solid muscle that surrounds her heart. It flutters against the pressure and she opens her eyes. Wide. Blinks.

She's crying silently and her heart is beating, feather soft, against his palm and so he hesitates.

He hesitates but she does not.


So amazing ♥ Everything about this is so amazing and so up my alley and SO UNBELIEVABLE. I just do not how you thought I would have a "wtf?" reaction to this.

Date: 2011-02-08 12:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
It rivals my other favourite (which I will email you). OH OH DOOOOO! I have other scenarios TOOOOOOOOOOO! We can scenario share.


THE ENDING IS SUPERB! I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THE FREAKING ENDING! Because JESUS! You may or may not have noticed that this thing ended up about 500 words longer than what I sent through to you initially!!

ELENA WOULD JUST NOT GO AWAY!

AND I THINK THAT THAT DEVELOPMENT TIES THE WHOLE THING IN PERFECTLY THANK CHRIST! Because that part of your 'recommendations' was KILLING me because you were so right, it needed something and I had no idea what... Apparently it was this! Yay!

You add a lot of insight to something that would otherwise be kind of cliched and over done. OH GOOD! Because that was kind of the point. Like... how do I explain? Like, Damon KNOWS it's a cliched saying and it's partly because of that that he's always wanted to say it? Something akin to "I'll be back" or "You can't handle the truth"... it was mean to be a lighter kind of moment but still threaded with serious undertones. I guess the best example is "Houston, we have a problem" because that's a cliched saying but it's still indicative of something bad going down...

Anyway, I probably put way too much thought into a throwaway line but THAT IS WHAT DAMON DOES TO ME! I OBSESS OVER HIS EVERY NUANCE!

I AM SO GLAD THIS WAS UP YOUR ALLEY!!! I guess my worry was that you'd think it was a little (lot?) gratuitious (in the angst and the violence and the woobieness). Which I was TRYING SO HARD FOR IT NOT TO BE BECAUSE IT REALLY IS A SCENARIO THAT I BELIEVE IN. AND THAT I BELIEVE COULD WORK.

(ha, I've noticed that I can't even get through a full sentence these days without slipping into caps lock! Even when it's not entirely necessary! Even when the sentence starts of just fine...! I THINK THIS IS PROBABLY YOUR FAULT!).

Anyway... THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!


Date: 2011-02-12 10:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
It rivals my other favourite (which I will email you)

STILL WAITING IMPATIENTLY!

Date: 2011-02-10 06:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cassiehayes.livejournal.com
OH MY GODDDDD, SORRY IT'S TAKEN SO LONG FOR ME TO COMMENT BUT HOLYGOSH YOU DID NOT BUTCHER, YOU ARE JUST AMAZING. I MEAN, YOU KILLED KATHERINE, KATHERRRRRRINE, MY BABY, AND I'M STILL TELLING YOU THAT YOU'RE AMAZING SO THAT SAYS SOMETHING ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS FIC SDLJDKFDKFDH

...gonna lay off the caps for a bit though because I'm scaring myself. Anyways! You astound me, you seriously, seriously astound me with your ability to weave words together so perfectly and just, your style is so completely unique and I love it and this was fantastic on so many levels. I would quote my favorite parts but that would get waaaay too long so I'll just say that the beginning words were like sldklsds my gosh, just BEAUTIFUL, and then just the whole scenario, ELENA KILLING KATHERINE TO SAVE DAMON, ohhhhh my heart my poor heart I love it. Elena killing Katherine is just so perfect, I really like that you went that way because I've always thought it would be so fascinating and powerful and so, so symbolic in some ways too, and hey, I'm a sucker for symbolism. Hahaha, anywaysssss I could ramble on and on forever but suffice it to say that I LOVED this, that they have not yet invented words for how much I loved this, and you, my dear, are just so frickin' amazing. ♥

Date: 2011-02-12 10:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
Haha, no problem at all!! I am just SO FREAKING GLAD that you don't think I butchered your prompt!!

As for killing Katherine, I KNOW!!!! It was HORRIBLE!!! Right up until I actually got this out in words (it's a premise that has been in my head for forever!) Katherine was never going to die. Elena (Actually, initially Stefan!!) was going to stake her with one of Alaric's vervain dart things and drag her back into the cage thing in their basement where she has already spent some time and then she and Damon were going to come face to face in the aftermath, but... it just didn't work as well as this seemed to.

I think it would have been too overdone to do it that way, so I'm SO GLAD that you don't mind that I killed her!! Oops!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for the amazing review and for not being mad that I took your D/K prompt and turned it into, well... this!!

Date: 2011-03-19 03:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bogwitch.livejournal.com
Ooh gorgeous. Just the sort of angst I can't get enough of!

Date: 2011-03-20 09:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] waltzmatildah.livejournal.com
Thank you!! And I totally know what you mean about angst!! And this sort of angst in particular...!!

Thank you again!

Date: 2011-03-20 09:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bogwitch.livejournal.com
Oh yeah, I could eat it up with my Ben and Jerry's spoon.

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