“Tyler!”
Caroline and Tyler watched Bonnies house collapse to the ground and they ran towards it.
Jeremy was stuck underneath the bricks and Tyler helped him out. “Are 你 okay? 你 need to go to the hospital?”
But Jeremy shook his head. “Elena and Damon are still down there”
Damon was still lying on 最佳, 返回页首 of Elena. She gently pushed him off of her. “Look, the 火, 消防 stopped” she said. “Jeremy must’ve pulled it off” A whiff of pride was heard in her voice, but Damon didn’t reply.
“Did 你 hear what I just said?” Elena asked frustrated. “We’re 安全 now. Jeremy killed Bonnie, the spell 或者 curse 或者 whatever crap she put 你 through is lifted and 你 will heal. You’ll be okay. We’ll be okay”
Her voice broke when Damon lay still, lifeless. She pulled him in her arms again. “Don’t do this to me. Not after everything we’ve been pushed through” she 说 both broken and angry.
Her eyes fell on Damon’s arm, the one with the inscription. The blood had dried, but Elena realized something.
She touched her neck, feeling the wound Stefan had made. She scratched and scratched until it started bleeding heavily. She lifted up Damon’s head and let his lips came in contact with the blood.
For a 分钟 或者 three she held Damon against her neck. Then she felt how two hands grabbed her shoulders and Damon drank her blood. He didn’t bite her, he didn’t want to injure her 更多 than she already was. It was 更多 like a kiss.
A 吻乐队(Kiss) so nice Elena didn’t want to let go of him. It was Damon who pulled away. He touched his face and felt it was undamaged. He carefully opened his eyes and laughed both relieved and happy the first person he saw now he had his sight back was the woman he loved.
Caroline and Tyler watched Bonnies house collapse to the ground and they ran towards it.
Jeremy was stuck underneath the bricks and Tyler helped him out. “Are 你 okay? 你 need to go to the hospital?”
But Jeremy shook his head. “Elena and Damon are still down there”
Damon was still lying on 最佳, 返回页首 of Elena. She gently pushed him off of her. “Look, the 火, 消防 stopped” she said. “Jeremy must’ve pulled it off” A whiff of pride was heard in her voice, but Damon didn’t reply.
“Did 你 hear what I just said?” Elena asked frustrated. “We’re 安全 now. Jeremy killed Bonnie, the spell 或者 curse 或者 whatever crap she put 你 through is lifted and 你 will heal. You’ll be okay. We’ll be okay”
Her voice broke when Damon lay still, lifeless. She pulled him in her arms again. “Don’t do this to me. Not after everything we’ve been pushed through” she 说 both broken and angry.
Her eyes fell on Damon’s arm, the one with the inscription. The blood had dried, but Elena realized something.
She touched her neck, feeling the wound Stefan had made. She scratched and scratched until it started bleeding heavily. She lifted up Damon’s head and let his lips came in contact with the blood.
For a 分钟 或者 three she held Damon against her neck. Then she felt how two hands grabbed her shoulders and Damon drank her blood. He didn’t bite her, he didn’t want to injure her 更多 than she already was. It was 更多 like a kiss.
A 吻乐队(Kiss) so nice Elena didn’t want to let go of him. It was Damon who pulled away. He touched his face and felt it was undamaged. He carefully opened his eyes and laughed both relieved and happy the first person he saw now he had his sight back was the woman he loved.
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles 由 Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles 由 Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]