Elena tossed and turned back and forth throughout the night, not that it was new now a days. Every night for the past twelve night she'd been absolutely miserable. She felt the sire bond in her fighting her common sense and it was absolutely exhausting. Damon sent her away, he used the sirebond to send her away. She knew it wasn't right, she knew he really wanted her there and she knew she wanted him outside of the sirebond. She could feel it and she knew it had nothing to do with how she felt. The sirebond mixed with her feelings and actions like oil and water. It interfered with everything she wanted and it was making her miserable.
She thought that after she turned she wouldn't have to be this weak. It was one of the only things she was actually excited about after turning. It was one of the only things she didn't miss about being human. But laying here in Damon's bed, surrounded by scent and essence of a person who she was not allowed to be with, she felt so entirely weak. This was not fair, and part of her was really pissed at Damon for once again exercising his power to take away her choices for the "greater-good". This time she understood, she got why he thought he was doing the right thing, but it was so frustrating. The fact that she couldn't explain to him that she could feel the difference between her emotions and the sirebond was making her crazy.
She heard a door slam and glanced to the clock, 7:45pm. She wondered for a just a moment who could have been barging through the boarding house before recognizing the deep sigh that belonged to Stefan. He'd been shamelessly cold to her these past two weeks and it stung but she was in no mood to investigate on it, especially not with Caroline missing.
She'd seen Caroline a grand total of once since she returned to Mystic Falls and it was at Mayor Lockwood's wake. Elena sighed, not wanting to relive that day ever. She'd been holding her breath that even though both Damon and Jeremy had effectively shut out all her texts and phone calls that they would show up to support Tyler. Well, she would have understood if Damon didn't want to support Tyler but she thought that he would have been there, maybe for her. She had wanted to see him there so bad and with each passing moment that he wasn't she felt grief consume her. She was tired of losing people, and tired of being weak.
Caroline and Tyler kept their distance during the funeral, in fact Caroline hadn't talked to him at all. She showed up about halfway through looking disheveled, and though Elena wasn't exactly Caroline's biggest fan right now that didn't mean she wasn't worried about her. Caroline left immediately after the burial, blurring off so quickly that Elena didn't have the energy to bother catching up with her. When she'd asked Stefan if she was okay, he'd brushed her off, barley nodding in response.
As worried about Caroline as Elena was, she was more concerned with Klaus. He was after Tyler and she honestly couldn't figure out why he hadn't killed him yet. Her stomach turned at the thought, and how casually it floated into her mind. She knew Caroline had to be doing something to prevent Tyler's death, which also made her nervous. She wanted to help, but these days she felt like she was grounded. Damon ordered her away, Stefan wasn't speaking with her, Bonnie was busy with Jeremy, Shane and Matt, Caroline was refusing to let Elena know her plans and Tyler was MIA.
She settled deeper into the covers, hoping that she could still get a whiff of Damon's uniquely intoxicating scent before she went to sleep. Tomorrow, she decided, tomorrow she was going to take charge.
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"Not fast enough little Gilbert." Damon quipped, maneuvering himself from Jeremy's grasp. "You'll have to do better." He stated plainly.
"Then teach me!" Jeremy screamed at him, his rage was nearly uncontrollable around Damon these days, and it made the vampire nervous. Not for his sake, but for Elena's. Jeremy was going to have to go back to mystic falls sooner or later and when he did Damon would prefer he wasn't out for his big sister's blood.
"Jer—" Matt interrupted, taking a few steps towards the fighting pair.
"No Matt, I'm done practicing on you, I'm ready!" He yelled again. Matt looked a little defeated, Damon knew it wasn't the first time matt and Jeremy had that conversation in the past couple of weeks.
"Control your anger Gilbert, we can't have you getting all pissy with humans too." Damon said coldly. Jeremy stomped away from the pair of them and back into the lakehouse where he slammed the door.
"Maybe we should lay off the vamp killings for now, I mean look at what it's doing to him." Matt said. Damon brushed him off, truthfully he didn't have the energy to fight with anyone so he ignored him instead, hoping he would just go away. Over the past couple weeks his life had been absolute hell. Letting Elena go was probably the most difficult thing he had to do as of yet and it didn't help that the very next day Stefan showed up and staked him in the gut.
He probably deserved it for waiting so long to cut the cord.
He probably deserved it for a few things.
After staking Damon Stefan unleashed 3 new vampires handpicked by his new BFF Klaus and Jeremy killed them all. It had infuriated Damon, I mean he might deserve to be staked, but bringing little Gilbert into their feud was not his place. It was his job to make sure Jeremy grew his mark, not Stefan's. Klaus would have to be patient, Jeremy was on the brink of insanity as it was. With every kill he hated vampirism more, and the closer together the kills were the more intensely he yearned to exterminate them all. And Professor creepy wasn't doing anything substantial to help, at least not anything that Damon could see.
He looked out over the lake deciding that he must really be a masochist. He could not have gone anywhere else that was so intertwined with Elena. He could practically feel her in the fucking air around him. He could smell her in the house and all while hanging around with her little bro. It was torture, but he didn't know what would be more painful, staying or leaving. Of course he had to stay with Jeremy as long as possible, he couldn't just take off, not now. Not now that Elena may or may not love him. Not now that she needed him.
He had to stay here with Jeremy and help where he could, at least until things fell apart in Mystic Falls and someone ended up in grave danger. He rolled his eyes, it was a miracle he hadn't gotten a call yet. Well, aside from the dozens of calls Elena was putting through. She tried everyday and every day that he had to ignore her hurt a little more.
Life was fucking unfair.
Right on cue though, his phone began to vibrate and Elena's name lit up the screen. He swallowed thickly, he came closer to answering every time, trying to reason that she might really need him, but if she did she would have called Jeremy and Bonnie. He didn't hit ignore, instead he watched it ring and ring, powerless against hearing her call him. And when it stopped it slipped the phone back into his pocket, deciding this would be so much harder than he imagined.
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"God Klaus is such an ASS." Caroline stormed into her living room, throwing down her purse and collapsing on the couch across from Stefan, who ahd previously been researching through yet another spell book.
"Since when did you decide to be his best friend?" He asked dryly. Truthfully he was a little worried about Caroline, he hadn't seen much of her without Klaus sine Tyler's Mom died and it made all of them uneasy.
"Since he started hunting down my boyfriend! Or…ex? I don't know whatever." She snapped, obviously exasperated. "Has Elena come out of her room yet?" She sighed, trying to change the subject. She missed her friend, at least the friend she had before she turned and wen all sired-to-Damon-woe-is-me.
"Damons room actually, and no." He said in a clipped tone. Caroline rolled her eyes.
"Seriously?" Caroline groaned. "When did everything get so messed up?" She whined. She'd had enough. After spending the week kissing Klaus' psychotic ass in an attempt to get him to not go after Tyler she was on the verge of breaking down. Not to mention the fact that since the funeral Tyler was officially MIA and wouldn't even talk to her. She hoped he was smart enough to stay in hiding, but shooting her a text wouldn't exactly sign his death certificate.
"Jeremy's mark is getting closer." Stefan said absently.
"Well, that's good, I think." She was worried about Jer, but they needed the cure, now. Klaus needed to focus on that rather than Tyler, and Elena needed to get free of the stupid sirebond so everything could go back to normal with her and Stefan. The sooner Jeremy's mark was complete the better.
"It is good isn't it?" Both vampires were instantly alert and poised at the new voice as it entered the room. Leaning casually against the doorframe was Rebekah, her demeanor cool and collected, which was almost more striking than if she'd come in baring steaks.
"Rebekah." Stefan gasped.
"Hello loves, no need to stand up, we've got a lot to talk about."
"How?" Caroline demanded. Rebekah was literally the last person they needed around right now.
"Does it matter?" She replied smugly. Neither Stefan nor Caroline had moved out of their defensive stances when she blurred in front of them, snapping Caroline's neck and leaving her on the floor in an unceremonious heap. She smiled down at her handywork before turning to Stefan.
"I want the cure." She said slowly, in a serious tone. She was done being coy, now she meant business. "Tell me everything you and Nicklaus know."
"Why would I tell you anything?" Stefan deadpanned, refusing to be intimidated by her.
"Because I have Tyler and as much as you might not care about that poor boy I'm sure your pretty blonde friend would be upset if I handed him straight over to my brother."
"I don't know any more than you do Rebekah."
"You're lying."
"I'm not." There was a brief pause wherein he thought for one moment she may have believed him until she raised him by the throat.
"That cure is mine Stefan, don't make me kill your pretty little girlfriend again."
"She's hardly my girlfriend, what with her being sired to Damon and all." He spat. He eyes gave away her sudden interest for a moment and he took advantage of her distraction to free himself from her grip. "You'll get that cure over my dead body Rebekah."
"Don't make promises you can't keep." She said smugly, and then she was gone.
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Okay this is going to be a Post 4x09 fic. It will be long and Delena centric. It will be kind of plot heavy and will not follow the show for the most part after 4x09. There will be angst
It will be a bit of a slow build sorry.
This chapter is a lot of setup it's short and not very much action but I'll get to it soon I promise.
the next few chapters will come quick if I get a good response :)
Hopefully you guys like it, if you do, please read and review it will make me update sooner, thanks –Onalee