The Vampire Diaries (Damon Salvatore X Oc)

GeorGia

Sylvia's POV

Elena was pacing back and forth, her face pale as she clutched something in her hand. "Sylvia!! This... this can't be real," she stammered, thrusting a picture into my face.

 I blinked, trying to focus. "Katherine?" I asked, recognizing the face instantly. "What about—"

"I need to go!" Elena said, turning abruptly, already heading for the door. "Go? Go where? It's 3 AM, Elena!" I frowned, rushing after her as she bolted outside. 

"Hold up—wait! Let me drive." I grabbed the keys from her, sliding into the driver's seat before she could argue.

She climbed in reluctantly, still gripping the picture like it was the end of the world. "I-I mean... Katherine... Stefan, he—" Her voice cracked, and she started spiraling.

"Breathe, girl." I patted her back while keeping my eyes on the road. "Look, I've known Stefan longer than you. He's not some psycho or a liar. Talk to him first before you jump to conclusions, alright?"

Elena looked torn but nodded slightly, her face still tense. "I just... I don't know what to think."

"How about we just go home, sleep this off, and deal with it tomorrow?" I suggested, glancing at her. But then her eyes went wide. "Sister, the road!" she screamed.

I whipped my head forward just in time to see a figure standing in the middle of the street. 

"What the—?!"

I swerved hard, but it was too late. The car hit the figure with a sickening thud, flipping off the road.

 My world spun as the car rolled over, metal screeching, glass shattering, and all I could think was, Who the FUCK stands in the middle of a highway at 3 AM?!

The car finally skidded to a stop, upside down. I groaned, my head throbbing, but I saw movement outside. The figure we hit was getting up. 

What the actual hell?

"Elena?! Elena?!" I shouted, struggling to unbuckle my seatbelt. Panic surged when I didn't hear her respond. I kicked the door open, stumbling out as blood dripped down my face. 

"Elena!" I crawled over to her side of the car, my hands shaking.

Then, like a scene from a movie, Damon sauntered up, his usual cocky grin plastered across his face. "How ya doin', Sylvie?" he asked, leaning casually against the wreckage.

Relief and irritation washed over me at the same time. "Damon, get my sister out of the car. Now!" I snapped.

He chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "You could ask a little nicer, you know. Maybe throw in a kiss, and I might—"

SLAP

"Not the time, Damon! Get her out. NOW!" I slapped him once more for safety measures.

"Alright, alright. No need to get violent," he sighed dramatically, but finally moved to pull Elena from the wreck.

Just as he was laying her gently on the ground, Stefan came rushing over. "What the hell happened?!" he demanded, his eyes darting between me and Elena.

"She saw Katherine's picture," I shook my head, my vision blurring. "I-I don't know... some shady guy... in the road... I panicked.. he gets... up..." I mumbled, my head spinning.

Damon, ever the opportunist, tossed Elena into Stefan's arms like she was nothing more than a ragdoll. "She's all yours, lover boy."

Stefan cradled her gently, checking her over. "Elena, are you okay? Can you stand? Anything broken?"