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Location: Mystic Falls, Salvatore Boarding House
Damon sat alone in the Salvatore house, staring into the fireplace, his mind as consumed by shadows as the room around him. It had been a month since the spell—since Elena had fallen into an endless slumber, her fate uncertain, leaving him with nothing but time and painful memories. His mind replayed the same thoughts on a constant loop, never allowing him to move forward.
How had they ended up here? Where was she? Was there any hope left?
“You still staring at the fire like it’s gonna give you answers?” Stefan’s voice cut through the silence.
Damon didn’t look up, his gaze fixed on the flames. "Don’t you think it's better than obsessing over things I can’t change?" His voice was heavy with sarcasm, a protective shield against the gnawing feeling of helplessness that had been eating at him since Elena’s fall into the spell.
Stefan leaned against the doorframe, observing his brother with a mix of concern and frustration. “You know, staring at fire for hours isn’t going to bring Elena back.”
Damon didn’t answer, his eyes burning into the flames. The truth was, he didn’t know what would bring Elena back. And that uncertainty was worse than anything.
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Meanwhile, Bonnie sat in her apartment, her phone on the coffee table beside her. She hadn’t been able to shake the uneasy feeling that had been following her all day. Then came the vision.
Bonnie’s breath caught as her grandmother’s voice echoed in her mind, the words clear and sharp:
The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.
Elena’s pregnant. You must destroy the pregnancy before it’s too late. It will bring about the end of everything.
Bonnie blinked, trying to push the vision away. But the images kept flooding in, showing her flashes of a future she couldn’t understand—a future where the child brought nothing but destruction. The vision was too real, too urgent. She had to do something. She had to warn them.
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Minutes later, Bonnie walked into the Salvatore house, her face pale and serious. She was already regretting having to be the bearer of such horrifying news, but there was no other choice. She needed to tell them.
Everyone gathered in the living room—Stefan, Caroline, Matt, Tyler, and Damon, who was still leaning against the fireplace, his posture rigid. Bonnie looked around at them, her gaze resting for a moment on Damon, before she spoke.
“I saw something,” she began, her voice trembling with the weight of the vision. “Something that doesn’t make sense. But it’s true—Elena’s pregnant.”
A stunned silence fell over the room. Stefan blinked, his mouth opening and closing in confusion. Caroline’s face twisted in disbelief. “What? But... Elena is a vampire. How could she...?”
“I know,” Bonnie answered quickly, the urgency in her voice palpable. “I don’t understand it either. But I saw it. Elena’s carrying a child.”
Damon let out a scoff, his usual sarcasm taking over as he crossed his arms. “Right. Elena’s pregnant. How convenient. I must have missed the memo on vampire pregnancies. Should we start preparing for a baby shower while we're at it?”
His tone was dripping with disbelief, his face twisted into a mockingly amused smile. “Please, Bonnie. Vampires don’t just… get pregnant. Are you sure your vision wasn’t a byproduct of too much magic and not enough sleep?”
Bonnie’s eyes narrowed. “This isn’t a joke, Damon. My grandmother spoke to me—she warned me. She said this pregnancy has to be stopped. That it will end everything.”
“Yeah, okay, that makes sense,” Damon muttered, throwing his hands up in the air in exaggerated frustration. “Of course, a supernatural pregnancy has to be the thing that brings about the apocalypse. Why not?”
He paced a few steps before turning back to face Bonnie, his expression hardening. “You’re telling me to terminate Elena’s pregnancy? Destroy her child?” He scoffed again. “You know Elena better than anyone. Do you really think she’d ever let anything happen to her child? I’m the father here. And no one, I mean no one, is touching Elena’s kid.”
A thick pause settled over the room. Stefan stepped forward, voice calm but firm. “Damon, I get it. I do. But this is bigger than us. This isn’t about what we want—it’s about protecting her and the child. If there’s any truth to what Bonnie saw—”
Damon shot Stefan a hard look. “If I’m supposed to believe this nonsense for a second, what makes you think I’d let anyone—anyone—hurt Elena’s child? It’s mine. No one’s touching her, or that kid, no matter what this vision says.”
Bonnie nodded slowly, her voice lowering with regret. “I don’t want to hurt Elena’s child. She’s my best friend. But if this vision is real, we’re all in danger.”
Stefan’s gaze softened. “We know, Bonnie. But if it comes down to protecting Elena’s kid—or destroying it... we protect it. We do what’s necessary, no matter the cost.”
Matt, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. “You remember Klaus’s daughter, right? She was supposed to be the end of the world, too. And look how that turned out. Maybe we’re jumping to conclusions here.”
Tyler added his voice, his gaze hardening. “I agree. We don’t know for sure. But if anyone’s going to protect that kid, it’s going to be us. We’re in this together.”
Damon shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “Yeah, we’re all in this together. I don’t trust this, but if it’s Elena’s kid, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it safe. I won’t let anyone touch her or her child.”
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