Chapter 50: Between Blood and Breaths
The car sped down the dark road, silence hanging like the weight of a storm waiting to explode. Stefan sat behind the wheel, his hands gripping it tightly, the veins in his arms bulging beneath the sleeves of his tense jacket. Beside him, Damon sat glancing intermittently at the backseat.
In the back, Bonnie held Alexander against her chest.
His head rested in her lap, motionless, his skin pale as death, his chest still and not beating, and his eyes shut tightly, as if clinging to something deep within, refusing to give in. His blood, clotted and dark like ash, had stained his torn shirt. His limp hand lay on her thigh, lifeless.
Bonnie whispered to him softly, brushing the blood- and sweat-soaked curls from his forehead.
"We're almost there, Alexander…" she murmured, unsure if he could hear her. "Don't give up on me now… You promised me…"
Neither of the brothers spoke a word.
But the silence itself said more than anything else.
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The doors of the Salvatore house burst open.
Damon carried Alexander in his arms while Bonnie rushed in ahead of them, clearing the way to the area they had prepared in advance. Stefan began moving aside scattered furniture and piles of books like a storm without mercy.
They laid him on the couch, his head once again resting in Bonnie's lap, while she whispered ancient incantations, trying to anchor his fractured soul.
"I need everything. Crystals. Herbs. Symbols. Everything we have…" she said in a rushed tone.
Damon didn't hesitate, vanishing instantly toward the basement, searching through drawers and boxes like he was looking for his own heart. Stefan grabbed his phone and immediately called:
"Alaric, we need you. Now."
He hung up before Alaric could even respond.
Another call.
"Elijah. Klaus. Come to Mystic Falls. It's about Alexander. It's serious."
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Time lost its shape.
Bonnie placed her hands on Alexander's chest and closed her eyes. His soul was fading, fractured, drowning in echoes of the battle. The burns scattered across his body were more than physical wounds. He had summoned power from deep within, deadly, dangerous, final. Elias was dead, but the price had been high.
Damon returned upstairs, his arms full of everything he'd found.
"Do you think this will work?" he asked, his voice filled with both doubt and hope.
But Bonnie didn't answer.
Instead, she began drawing ancient symbols on Alexander's collarbone, whispering spells from long-forgotten ages. The candle flames flickered, turning blue. A strange resonance filled the room, an old, distorted energy, like a breath from another time.
Then suddenly—he gasped.
A single breath.
Then terrifying stillness.
Bonnie bent over him, tears falling from her eyes. "Don't do this to me again…"
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Outside, a car's headlights approached the house.
Stefan opened the door as Klaus and Elijah entered, followed by Alaric, and then Rebekah, worry etched across her face.
Elijah was the first to kneel beside Alexander. "Is he still alive?"
"Barely," Stefan replied.
Klaus said nothing. He stared at Alexander for a long moment, then turned away, hands clenched into fists.
Bonnie said softly, "He drained everything inside him… he used something I don't even understand."
"He's trapped," said Elijah. "Between life and death."
Alaric stepped forward and dropped his bag beside him.
"I brought something… an ancient relic. Said to help bind the soul to the body."
Bonnie nodded. "Let's try everything."
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But at that moment—
Alexander was somewhere between nothingness and existence.
A boundless void, a dark field, a sky without a moon, and a white mist curling around his feet. He looked down and saw his body glowing with silver scars, shadows dancing over it.
And across the field—he saw them.
Damon and Stefan, barely visible through the fog, as if he were seeing them from underwater. He reached out toward them but couldn't touch anything.
"I'm still here…" he said in a hoarse voice. "I'm still here…"
He felt a hand touch his shoulder.
He turned quickly.
A young boy stood behind him.
His eyes were dark, and a deep sorrow weighed on his face.
The same self he had encountered before.
"You weren't supposed to survive that battle," the boy said. "You burned too much."
"Who are you?" Alexander asked, not remembering what had happened here before.
The boy tilted his head. "You don't remember… I expected that.
I'm a part of what was taken from you. A memory. You remembered now, didn't you? Thirty years. Elias. The pain. The darkness."
Alexander's jaw tightened, and he muttered:
"I remembered everything."
The boy said, "They think they saved you… but they can't. Not unless you choose to live."
"I want to live."
The boy walked away slowly, fading into the mist: "Then fight, Alexander. You have to fight for life."
"And if you do… I'll see you again someday. But you must understand—
Next time, there won't be another chance. You've already had too many."
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In the real world, Bonnie's energy flared like a spark.
The candles extinguished.
Alexander's body shuddered.
A gasp—
A full breath this time.
His eyes opened.
He was back.
On the edge of death…
But he was back.
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Damon collapsed to the ground, leaning against the wall, exhaling hard.
"Don't do that again, for hell's sake…" he muttered.
Stefan let out a deep breath, as if his chest had been bound for hours.
Bonnie smiled gently, her trembling hand touching Alexander's burned cheek.
"Welcome back…" she whispered.
Alexander tried to speak. But his voice was hoarse, barely audible. "You… brought me back…"
She nodded.
"And you won't be alone anymore," she whispered tenderly.
Behind them, Klaus quietly turned away, clenching his jaw, his eyes hiding something deep.
Elijah placed a hand on Bonnie's shoulder and said reverently, "You did something extraordinary."
Bonnie replied, "No. He did. He chose to live."
Alexander turned his head toward his brothers.
And for the first time since the battle…
He smiled.
Not from pain.
Not from sorrow.
But from something else…
Hope.
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