It had been two weeks since the blowing up of Mystic Falls, the destroying of the Travellers, and the death of Damon and Bonnie.

Elena wept in her dorm room of Whitmore College, a picture of her and Damon clutched to her chest.

Caroline listened against the outside doorframe and sighed.

"Poor Elena," she whispered and turned back to the kitchen of their suite. She pulled a blood bag out of the fridge and took out her phone.

Caroline scrolled through her contacts and called Stefan.

"Hello?" came the dull voice of Stefan.

"Hey Stef," said Caroline. "How are you?"

"I just…" Stefan sighed. "I just can't believe that my brother is gone. Damon, he's a part of my life, part of me, and now he is gone. Part of me is gone. I just want my brother back."

"I know," said Caroline.

"How's Elena?"

Caroline gazed back at the bedroom door. "The truth? Oh Stefan, she is awful. She hasn't left her room in days, she won't eat, she won't drink. She is wasting away in her own sorrow, and I don't know what to do. Bonnie is gone to and I just need someone here for support, but… I have no one." Caroline sniffled as a tear escaped down her cheek.

"We'll make it through this Caroline," whispered Stefan on the other line. "I don't know why, but some how we always do."

Caroline nodded to herself and wiped her tears. "I have to go. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye Caroline."

Each vampire, both Forbes and Salvatore a like, hung up the phone.


Elena kept her eyes locked with the eyes of the man she loved, though these eyes were just a piece of ink on a scrap of paper. Her heart tore into tinier pieces as she realized she would never see those sparkling blue eyes light up again. The feeling of butterflies as they stared into each others eyes, madly in love, not knowing what they would do without the other.

"Oh Damon, why did you have to leave me?"

Elena's tears began again as she wept into her hands.

A small knock came through the door. Caroline walked into the room, the same blood bag in her hand.

"Elena?" Caroline spoke softly. "Elena, you need to drink. You're going to waste away. Please!"

Caroline held the blood bag out to Elena, but she wouldn't look up.

"I don't want it," came the raspy voice of Elena Gilbert as she turned away towards the open window.

"Elena, seriously-"

"CAROLINE I DON'T WANT IT!" shouted Elena twirling around, her face livid.

Caroline stumbled back slightly, shocked by the outbreak.

Elena's face softened and she sighed. "I'm sorry," she whispered, turning to the window and looking out onto the quad. "Just leave me alone, please."

Caroline nodded silently and placed the blood bag onto the bed side table, then exited the room, closing the door softly.


Elena slowly turned when she heard the door close. She could smell the blood and it was overwhelming her senses. But she couldn't drink it. She didn't have the strength. And yet...

She placed the photograph on her bed and slowly walked to the table. She picked up the blood bag, courtesy of Mystic Falls General Hospital, and pulled off the top.

The scent of blood flew up her nose and she inhaled deeply. Could she really do it?

She could. She could, and she would. She would do it because she knew Damon would be the one making sure that she was ok.

She then moved the bag to her mouth and the black veins appeared beneath her eyes.

As she was about to let the blood touch her lips, she froze.

"Elena," came a soft voice from behind her.

Elena whirled around, the blood bag dropping out of her hand in fright. The blood spilled all over the wooden floor and on her bed sheets.

Before her stood a girl with long blonde hair. She was fair and quite beautiful, though she looked sad. She was wearing what looked like an animal skin dress and her hair was tied up in a ponytail with a piece of leather strapping.

"Who are you?" gasped Elena stepping backwards. "How did you get in here?"

"I'm Clara," said the girl. "And I need your help!"