Elijah wasn't brought back in 2x19 in this story; he was awakened in 2x17 for it to work. Enjoy. :]

"There is only one way to prevent the curse from being broken, sweet Elena." Elijah spoke, completely calm and his voice level. He brought his hands to her face, firmly holding each side of it, gazing into Elena's eyes.

"How?" Elena paused for a long moment before responding, she didn't know what to do in return to his hand gestures, so she just stared at him directly in the eye. Elijah always had the solution.

"Death!" Without hesitation or a second thought, he twisted her head around, snapping it in at least 3 places. Instant death. He knew if he had the chance to think it over, he would have reconsidered. It's Elena, of course he would have done. He caught her body before it had the chance to hit the ground.

He killed her.

He lifted her up, cradling her lifeless corpse in his arms, her lips had already started to turn blue, and he didn't want to witness anything more, so he sped of the Salvatore Boarding House, using the rapidest of speeds, heading in the direction of The Mystic Cemetery.

Once he arrived, he stopped using his vampiric speed and walked in normally, purely out of respect for the departed, as he passed a freshly dug grave, he picked up the shovel that was lodged in the ground, still able to carry Elena using one arm, he found an open patch of field and lay her down gently and carefully on the grass.

He just stared at her for a long moment, he pushed away the regret, there was no other choice, and he had to believe that, if the curse was to break, then she would have died anyway, h felt a tad better after coming to that realization.

He returned to a normal standing position and held the shovel firmly with both hands as he dug it into the grass, he took out a lump full of earth, he stopped for a moment to remove his jacket and roll up his shirt sleeves, then he continued the digging process till there was a hole big enough to contain Elena.

Before he went to place her inside, he held her in his arms, he had felt something for Elena, they shared a bond that he hadn't felt in a long time, not since Katerina, and he would hate himself for what he had done, all because his brother was persistent and monstrous but now, the Petrova bloodline had ended, the curse would remain unbroken for the rest of time, that had been some re-assurance.

Elijah finally brought himself to lift her from the ground and place her inside the hole, before beginning the process of re-filling it, wouldn't take long, now if he used his vampire speed, before he was trying to prolong her burial, now the worst part was over, all he wanted to do now was leave.

Leave and never return. He had nothing or no-one else to stay for anymore.

He rolled down his sleeves and slid his jacket back on; he adjusted his tie so it was in the right position and held his hands in front of his body. "Goodbye, sweet Elena."

With that, he spun on his heel and left the grave site.

24 hours later.

The night was dark, darker than usual, there wasn't a sound to be heard throughout the entire cemetery, and it was as it is portrayed in horror films or in literature, definitely creepy.

A loud gasp escaped Elena's lips, causing a load of soil to fall into her mouth, she gagged several times, before she found the strength to lift her arm and dig through the mud, once she felt a gust of air catch her hand, she started to dig with the other hand, she pushed her body up, the weight of the soil forcing her chest to tighten.

Her head popped up through the soil, she had a look of horror in her eyes as she breathed heavily, she felt sick to her stomach, it took her a few minutes to find the will to stand out of the hole and crawl onto the fresh grass, she just lay still, her legs bent at the knee and her arms scattered out.

What the hell was going on?

She took a cautious glance around, but there was nothing, not a sound, not a figure lurking in the darkness. Nothing at all.

She used the last of her remaining energy to stand, she caught her balance and began stumbling out of the cemetery, she was completely oblivious about what had happened and what she was going to do about it, she was buried, alive.

Once she found the street, she took a breath of fresh, corrupted, public air, it felt much well than death, and that's all she could find in the graveyard, she took a glance around, there was people walking around, most laughing and smiling, and others seemed to be either drunk or annoyed.

She passed the Mystic Grill but she came to a sudden stop, she looked down the alley way, and there sat a drunk, injured man, she tried so hard to ignore him but her feet pulled her towards him, she clenched her teeth forcefully, she thought they would all crack if she continued, but she was hungry, so hungry.

"Are you okay?" She asked as kindly as she could, she crouched down beside him, he looked no older than 30, dressed in a pair of jeans which where tore in several places and a blood stained shirt, she couldn't ignore the sensation of the smell. The smell of human blood.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks you for asking." He tried to bring himself to his feet, but Elena placed her hand on his chest and forced back onto the ground. Now he looked scared. But the drive in her eyes indicated that he wasn't going anywhere, and neither was she.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Elena cried to him, before she pressed her mouth around the gash on his arm, the blood trickled down her throat, she drank faster and faster, draining as much as she could, she thought she was going to throw up everything she had drank but it was a worse feeling, she could feel herself come to life but in a dead sense.

Elena was becoming a vampire.

She pulled away from the man and stared directly into his eyes, his eyes where full of shock and horror. "W-What are you?" He stuttered fearfully but she was unable to speak due to the pain she felt in her teeth, she automatically brought her fingers to them, where she felt something arise beneath them, she groaned loudly as they pushed their way through her gums and make themselves comfortable between her teeth.

Her head jolted towards the stranger quickly and without a second thought, she sunk her fangs into his neck, the blood poured out quickly and ran down her throat, she started to feel a bit more replenished already, she used her hands to grip each side of his head, holding it in place.

She could hear his heartbeat slowing but she couldn't stop, she just couldn't, not until he was dead.

Regret sank in almost instantly.

"No..." She muttered over the fang wounds. "What have I done?" She stood up quickly and immediately fled the scene, running at a human pace, as she passed a convenience store, she caught a glimpse of herself in the window, blood stained her mouth, she couldn't stop staring, tears started to fall from her eyes and roll down her cheeks, she never wanted this.

"Hey, Elena." She felt a pair of hands on each of her arms; they forced her to turn away from the window. "Damon?"

"What happened?" She didn't answer, she just placed her head on his chest and continued to cry, and he wrapped one arm around her and placed his spare hand on the back of her head.

"Oh no."

-w-

Back at the boarding house, Elena sat on the couch, Stefan beside her and Damon standing in the center of the room, both males staring at her, as if they waiting for her to attack, but all she wanted to do was cry, at that moment in time, she didn't want to bare there company at all.

"Elena, can you remember anything?" Damon asked, she finally lifted her head to look at him and then it came flooding back, flashes of memories that where hidden due to compulsion.

"I love you, Elena." Her lips parted slightly. "I don't deserve you but my brother does."

"God I wish you didn't have to forget this... But you do."

She suddenly felt angry, completely angry, how dare he take that away, it wasn't his choice, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

"I don't remember much." She lied, she remembered everything except who did this, she doesn't even remember why she had vampire blood in her system, and she hadn't drunk from Stefan.

"Okay." Stefan said, he was more considerate of her feelings and he was much more patient than Damon, he understood that she would talk about it when she's ready... And when she remembers.

"Okay?" Damon repeated, slightly annoyed. "How is this okay? Someone turned Elena, this is not okay."

"Not helping, Damon." Stefan scolded.

"Don't care, Stefan, someone has turned your girlfriend and you're being your usual 'take care in peoples feelings' self, not the time." He spat back in his usual tone of voice, Elena was about ready to kill him.

"It was you," She suddenly remembered. "You're partly to blame."

"Err, what?" He moved his head slightly when he spoke, a confused expression on his face.

"You gave me your blood after I killed Elijah."

Stefan had a look of remorse. "Oh my god. Elena, I'm so sorry."

He went to hold her hand but she lifted them, and stood up of the couch, edging away from him, she stopped behind Damon, unsure why she had decided to stand behind him.

"I'm a monster because of you." Tears automatically fell down her cheeks, Stefan thought his blood would have been out of her system by now but a large amount was required to heal her after she stabbed herself.

"Elena..." He was interrupted by her talking.

"Don't." She pressed her arm to her stomach and immediately jogged out of the living room and towards the front door, she heard an argument about to start between the two brothers, she didn't want to hear it, so she swung open the door and left, unsure about a destination, but right now, she didn't care, she just had to get away from them, away from Stefan. She couldn't believe what he had done.

-w-

Elena found herself walking through the cemetery, she wanted to visit her unofficial and illegal grave, maybe it would jog her memory as to who put her there, and she was desperate... And hungry

All she could think about was blood, and how she felt the need to quench her excruciating thirst, she had to break free from the bloodlust but even she knew it was impossible, Stefan couldn't cope with the bloodlust, Damon appeared to be able too, but that was Damon.

As she neared the grave site, she saw a dark figure standing above it, hands in his pocket and his eyes glued to the disturbed ground, Elena quietly neared him, but she wasn't quiet enough.

She felt a hand grip her neck, next thing, her back was against a tree, she felt a twinge of pain but it was nothing compared to what she would of felt if she was human, she was sure her spine would of just split in half if she wasn't a vampire.

"Elena...?" The male spoke, his hand quickly releasing her, she focused her eyes better, allowing them to adjust to the darkness and that's where she saw him, followed by a dozen memories that came flashing back.

"Elijah!" Spoke Elena, a hint of anger in her tone of voice. "You snapped my neck and buried me here."

His hand was placed on her hip but she barely noticed, she was too distracted by the overwhelming and heightened emotions that flooded within her, god she hated being a vampire.

"You," He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his porcelain and perfect face cracking. "You where dead."

"I still am." She flung her arm towards his head, her hand catching his face with all the strength she could obtain, which was more than she anticipated, as he fell back but he didn't stay down, he stood up gracefully and rapidly.

"You can't be." He was still in denial. "I never wanted this for you."

"There is only one to prevent the curse from being broken, sweet Elena... Death!" She repeated the words he spoke to her before he killed her; she took several steps towards him, barely leaving any space between them. "Well, you got your wish."

He went to place his hand on her cheek but she grasped his arm tightly, it merely felt like a bee sting to someone as powerful as him, but he got the hint. No touching.

"I will never forgive you." Her words hurt him more than he thought, even as a vampire he still cared about her and when Elena was human, she cared about him, but she was a completely different person now and species.

"Never!"