The Vampire Diaries Season 3 - Stitches (Datherine)

Stitches (Datherine)

Jan 25, 2018

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Summary: Set in S1, 3, and 5. Just a songfic based on the song “Stitches.”

*The Return*

I thought that I’d been hurt before

But no one’s ever left me quite this sore

Your words cut deeper than a knife

Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

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It was a dismal night in the living room, as Katherine left him standing there, her words sinking in. Heh ad told her to tell him the truth. In turn, she had told him that she “never loved” him.

*I Know What You Did Last Summer*

Got a feeling that I’m going under

But I know that I’ll make it out alive

If I quit calling you my lover

Move on

You watch me bleed until I can’t breathe

Shaking, falling onto my knees

And now that I’m without your kisses

I’ll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help

And now that I’m without your kisses

I’ll be needing stitches

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After promising to protect her from Silas and then breaking that promise, she ran like he knew she would. She didn’t get far though. She was still in the car she had wrecked and was injured. He could smell the blood, as he blurred towards the car and forced the door open.

Please be alive, he thought.

He listened for a heartbeat and found that she was still alive, but her injuries were killing her. He could hear her breathing growing shallow.

He snapped her seatbelt in two and gently pulled her into his arms.

“No. You don’t get to die tonight. Stay with me.”

He blurred towards the hospital.

Half an hour later, she was rushed down the hallway.

Later, she luckily lived.

*500 Years of Solitude*

Just like a moth drawn to a flame

Oh, you lured me in, I couldn’t sense the pain

Your bitter heart, cold to the touch

Now I’m gonna reap what I sow

I’m left seeing red on my own

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you out of my head

Needle and the thread

Gonna wind up dead

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you out of my head

Needle and the thread

Gonna wind up dead

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you out of my head

Needle and the thread

Gonna wind up dead

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you out of my head, get you out of my head

You watch me bleed until I can’t breathe

Shaking, falling onto my knees

Falling onto my knees

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As she lay in bed, dying of old age, she was stuck in the memory of finding her family slaughtered and weeping over her mother. When Damon went inside her head to torment her, he found her there.

“Get. Out. Of. My. Head,” she said angrily. Then the memory faded to when she first saw the Salvatores in 1864.

*Phone Call Goodbye*

And now that I’m without your kisses

I’ll be needing stitches

And I’ll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help

Begging, “Baby, please”

And now that I’m without your kisses

And now that

I’m without your kisses

I’ll be needing stitches

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It was a dismal night, as they talked on the phone.

“I’m just calling to say goodbye,” she told him.

“Take care of yourself, Katherine,” he said.

He hung up, as did she.

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