The Petrova Bloodline

Chapter 15

Izabelah's POV

I didn't care anymore. I didn't care that I was trapped. I knew that no one was coming to rescue me, just like last time. I just wished that I had something silver to make the pain stop, to make my fear go away. Maybe then I could join Tattia, be with my daughter again, my mama and pa.

"Izzi?! Izzi, please, baby where are you?!" That was Damon again, his voice was so close to where I was, but I was so tired now, so weak that my voice was all but burnt paper in the breeze. "Izzi! Izabelah!"

Oh, oh he sounded so lost, so scared... My heart thudded at that, giving me just a little strength, and I banged on the side of the box, barely moving my wrist to get it to touch the now warm metal, warm from my body being pressed up against it. I banged against it 3 times, barely making a noise at all, but then I felt him come closer to where I was.

"Izzi, Izzi, are you in there? Baby, if that's you, please, bang one more time. Just one more, Izabelah, please!" One last time, I managed to knock ever so lightly against the metal, and I heard him sigh, laughing in relief as he heard it. "Oh, baby, we've been looking for you for nearly 2 days. I don't know how big it is in there, but if you can, try to move back, Izzi."

Even if I could have, I was too weak to even move, my throat hoarse from screaming, dehydrated and oxygen starved. I was dead, but my heart wouldn't stop beating because it couldn't. There was a ripping and scraping sound, the door of whatever box I was in being pulled off its hinges and then there was light, so much light that I tried to turn against it, but my body just wouldn't obey me, it just stayed in the same place.

"Oh, oh, Izzi, baby..." He breathed, reaching into where I was, and I could smell flowers behind him. "I've got you, Izabelah. I've got you and I'm never letting go."

I started coughing, the cool air hitting my chest harder than what I was expecting, as well as the light burning my eyes as he unfolded my body from the small box, cradling me like I had Tattia's body. "T, t, the safe? B, b, beh-ind t, t, the p, painting?" I spluttered, trying hard to stay awake, to not let myself fall unconscious.

He carried me into the kitchen, lying me down on the table where he poured me a glass of water, carefully holding up my head to tip small amounts of water into my mouth at a time, so I wouldn't choke. "Yeah, yeah, you were crammed in there. I remembered you said about how Klaus played on fears. And you, you told me about what Isaac did to you, keeping you in a small shoe chest. I've been running around for two days looking for you."

"R, R, R, Ro, Rosie?"

"She's fine. We've set Jer looking after her." He told me, stroking my hair, and I saw tears in his own eyes, and then I started crying too, tears flooding down my cheeks as sobs wracked my body, still feeling trapped, feeling like I was still stuck in the past, my daughters dead body in my arms. "Oh, Izzi... You rest, just try and get some sleep. I've got you now, and you are not leaving my sight again, I promise you, Izabelah."

I didn't have a choice in the matter, as exhaustion rippled through me, and everything turned back into darkness.

"Izzi, Izzi, baby, you need to wake up." There was someone shaking me with cool, soft hands, hands that I never wanted to touch me again. "Baby, come on, wake up..."

My eyes opened, and I pulled away, rolling out of bed and putting up my hands to protect myself. "How did you get in here? I put up wards to stop you, Isaac." Tears were welling in my eyes as memories of what he did to me came to light, how he held me down and used me. "Get out, you are not coming anywhere near my daughter or me, ever again, I will not hesitate to kill you."

He moved closer to me, going to take my hand but I pulled away once more. "Izzi, it's me, it's Damon. Isaac's dead. My name is Damon Salvatore, Izabelah. I'm your boyfriend, we met on April 3rd, 1864."