AUTHOR'S NOTE: A complete retelling of Season 4 from the very beginning! I for one am thoroughly disappointed in Season 4, more so than I was of Season 3. So this is my own take on what I believe should've happened after the events of the Season 3 finale, and yes I will be incorporating some aspects of Season 4 in this story but the overall arc of this will completely change and a various characters will get their own storylines, EVEN MATT AND BONNIE! Lol It won't be triangle centric! So enjoy and tell me what you think!
CHAPTER ONE: THE TRANSITION
The morgue was just as cold and somber as Stefan felt. He sat on the stool, looking down at Elena's still, lifeless body. Her eyes had been closed for the past hour, her heart beat was completely unapparent.
"I don't wanna be a vampire" Elena cried.
Those words echoed through his head. He remembered that day like it was yesterday; the day she opened up about wanting to grow old and start a family, not becoming what he had been for more than a hundred years.
Yet here she was, cold… lifeless, and about to become the one thing she didn't want to.
A single tear slid from Stefan's eye as he started to reach out and touch her peaceful looking face. Suddenly, Elena's eyes shot open, air filling her lungs as she gasped.
"Elena…" Stefan said, retreating his hand.
Elena breathed heavily, taking in the room, the world that she was pulled back into. She sat up on the table.
"Stefan… Stefan…" she breathed.
"I'm sorry…"
"Wh- what happened? Where am I?" She looked around the room, as if awakening from an unpleasant dream. Stefan remained silent; he kept his gaze to the tile floor.
As Elena took in the room, her gaze met with the aisles of morgue cabinets just a few feet away. Something suddenly jolted her back to reality, she was no longer frail or misty eyed. Something had clicked.
"Am I…" she struggled. "Stefan, why am I here?"
Damon suddenly pushed through the morgue doors, Meredith behind him.
"Elena," he said, looking as unsettled and restless as ever.
"She's awake," Meredith uttered.
"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?! Why am I in a morgue?"
The room was silent yet again. Damon shifted a questionable look to Stefan.
"You haven't told her…" he said.
Elena looked to Stefan immediately, his eyes still on the tile.
"Stefan…" she said.
It took him a moment before he responded. He finally raised his gaze to Elena, the most sorrowful look in his eyes.
"We need to talk…" was all he could muster, but with that, something else suddenly clicked within Elena. She realized instantly what it was that needed to be discussed.
"No, no… please no…"
She was in transition.
…
The moon shown faintly through the woods, the early spring weather whipped in an odd chill. Bonnie walked angrily behind the creature that was now possessing Tyler Lockwood's body, Klaus. She looked in disgust as he admired his new form, his hands, his skin, blatantly reveling in how much he was in control of his first hybrid.
"I must say Bonnie, you really are an exceptionally crafty witch… and trust me, I've known few." He said, his accent barely heard through Tyler's voice.
"Klaus, I swear if you do anything to Tyler-"
"Wow, can't take a compliment I see."
"I mean it! No revenge, no vendettas!"
"You think I would risk harming this vessel? Its' my ticket out of town, seeing as your rogue vampire hunter, history teacher has left my original physique a fiery corpse."
"I'm sorry, your ticket out? You're not taking Tyler's body anywhere!" Bonnie proclaimed, her blood curdling.
"Why not? So you can have the luxury of finding another way to end me, or have me chained to the bottom of the pacific?"
Bonnie grabbed his arm, pulling him back. Klaus merely smirked at her hand on his new bicep.
"You're not going anywhere." Bonnie gritted through her teeth. Klaus kept his gaze at her hand for just a moment then he snatched her by the throat, squeezing hard.
"You are lucky I am not ripping you and friends' hearts out for betraying me!" He spat. "A deal is a deal, Bennett witch. My existence, for your friends… my freedom for your friends! Is that clear?"
Bonnie was trying too hard to keep his grip from tightening even more. Klaus shook her.
"Is that clear?!" he bellowed once more. Bonnie nodded. Klaus released his grip then adjusted himself as if the ordeal hadn't happened. He walked on through the woods.
Bonnie held her throat, getting back the air to her lungs, but suddenly she shot a deathly look to Klaus. He stopped in his tracks, putting a hand to his temple. A searing pain was magnifying in his skull; it was growing more intensely. Now, he was screaming out in utter pain.
"You…" he muttered, turning back to face Bonnie's cold glare. "What have you…"
"I forgot to mention… you're weaker in this body. Original hybrid or not, this form isn't the same…" Bonnie's glare intensified. Klaus's right hand was beginning to gravitate to his jaw, the left to the back of his head.
"I'll have your throat for this!" he snarled.
"I think I'll have yours first…" Bonnie said, and with that, she cocked her head to the side. In an instant, Klaus snapped his own neck then fell unconscious to the ground. Bonnie stepped closer to him, looking down at his body. She reached in her pocket, removed her cell phone then dialed a number. After putting it to her ear, she waited until there was an answer on the other line.
"Well hello, little Bennett!" the voice said.
Bonnie took a breather, her eyes still set on Klaus.
"I need your help…"
…
The early morning sun was just beginning to rise as Matt got dressed in the fresh pair of jeans and t-shirt that Caroline brought over to his hospital room. She was pacing back and forth, frantically, on the other side of the changing curtain. Her mind was racing; first learning that the council would be hunting her and her boyfriend, and they'd have to leave Mystic Falls behind, then finding out that crazy Alaric had staked Klaus, which would've inevitably killed Tyler, and now Elena in transition as a vampire. It was all too much.
Matt was already freaked and completely unhinged by the previous night's events; he nearly spent an hour in his hospital room, fighting back the tears before Caroline even showed up; but he couldn't lose it in front of her, he couldn't break. One thing he learned in the many years of knowing Caroline Forbes, in order to keep her steady and "better" hinged, you had to be her rock; you had to be her strength when she couldn't.
Matt pulled back the curtain, the sadness still obvious in his face, but a hint of compassion for Caroline kept it better hidden.
"Hey, c'mon here." He said, as he heard the sniffles coming from Caroline. She walked over to him and buried her face in his chest. Matt hugged her close. "Shh, shh, it's gonna be okay."
"Matt, none of this is anywhere near being okay," she said, pulling away from the tear stained spot on his t-shirt. "I should be gone… completely out of sight. Half the people in this town want me dead and Tyler is…"
"C'mon, Care don't-"
"Have you heard from Stefan or Damon?" Caroline said, trying to mask her emerging tears.
"I only know as much as you… Elena's in transition and by the end of the day, she'll either be dead or… dead…"
"You… you don't think she'd…" Caroline started to ponder.
"I really, really don't know… after what Stefan told me, what happened while we were… I really don't know, Caroline…"
The room was quiet for a moment as the two took in the notion. Suddenly, Sheriff Forbes burst through the door, frantic and out of breath.
"Mom!" Caroline said, rushing over to her.
"Sweetheart, you have to get out of here, now!" she said in an urgent but low voice.
"Sheriff Forbes, what's-?" Matt started.
"No time to explain," Sheriff Forbes quickly said. "You two need to-"
Three men pushed open the door, dressed in bulky dark clothes, silencer pistols were grasped tightly in their hands.
"The girl," the man in the middle of the three said, pointing at Caroline. The man on his right aimed his silencer at Caroline, just as Sheriff Forbes removed her pistol, coked it and pointed it at him.
"That girl is my daughter, and I suggest you put down the gun and back the hell away from her!"
The middle man nodded to the gunman on his left, he shot his silencer at Sheriff Forbes. A wooden bullet pierced through her hand; she screamed as the pistol went flying out of her grasps.
"Mom!" Caroline shouted. The right gunman fired at the blonde vampire; Caroline moved with quick speed, snatching Matt by the sleeve and her mother by the waist. In the blink of an eye, the three crashed through the window and out the hospital.
The man in the middle cracked his neck.
"They won't get far." He said, knowing good and well that that was nowhere near the end of this.
…
Elena sat quiet and somberly on the couch in the Gilbert Home living room, her eyes fixated on the blank, white wall. It had been 20 minutes or so since Stefan and Damon brought her back from the hospital. Ever since Stefan had given her a short and painful rundown of the previous night's events, she fell silent… perhaps a bit numb. She didn't speak for the entire ride back, the most emotion she showed after returning from the hospital was the brief hug she gave Jeremy when they entered the house. His "Are you okay?" questions merely received solemn nods, until Stefan intervened and told him "She needed time," then she quietly retreated into the living room.
The decision of either dying… or well… becoming a vampire wasn't exactly what made Elena feel so empty and unfeeling; it was the mere fact that it seemed too surreal. Everything that happened in the past year and half, losing her parents, finding out about Klaus and being the doppelganger, it had all led up to this… dying, being dead for the rest of her existence. For the longest time, Elena tried to convince herself that at some point in her life she'd be happy, but at this point, could happiness really be achieved? After all, she was in transition to becoming a vampire, not necessarily a being that she hated, but definitely something she had no intention of becoming at all in her life.
So what was she to do? Die and find some semblance of peace in whatever after life there was? Or "live" and just try and try to push on and manage through the days like she had been for so long, but still feeling empty and numb for the rest of her life because of what she was?
"So what are we going to do?" Jeremy said in a low voice so Elena couldn't hear. He, Stefan and Damon were in the foyer of the home.
"I tried calling Bonnie, but her cell keeps going to voicemail." Stefan said, restless.
"What, you think she could magically reverse this?" Jeremy asked.
"Well-" Stefan started.
"No, there is no reversal for vampirism!" Damon interpreted, sitting on the steps. He was completely agitated, and couldn't believe the issue was even being entertained. "That's what Stefan, here, has a problem comprehending. Either you feed or you die; it's been that way… long before either one of us was turned."
"Damon…" Stefan sighed, fighting back the urge to believe every single word his brother was saying.
"What?! You know it's true! If she wants to stay in this god forsaken world, then that's what she's gonna have to do."
"You know how much she doesn't want this! If there's a chance that we can take this whole thing back, then-"-
"There is no taking it back!" Damon said, louder as he stood from the steps. "The sooner you realize that, the sooner we can all move on with our undead lives and Elena can start her new one. Now, go give her the damn blood bag we got from the hospital!"
Damon and Stefan glared at each other, the foyer painfully silent and tension filled.
"Have there ever been…" Jeremy piped up. Stefan looked to him. "Have there ever been any instances of it ever being reversed… or altered or… whatever?"
Stefan took a breather, his eyes on Damon for a moment then he sorrowfully drifted them over to Jeremy.
"I honestly don't know…" he managed to say.
"Then I guess it's settled…" a voice came. Jeremy, Stefan and Damon looked to see Elena, now standing in their presence. "I guess… I'm turning…" Elena uttered.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
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