AN: hi, this is my first attempt at a TVD fan fic so PLEASE be patient with me, I know this is short, but it's just a short dribble about what I believe may have been going through Elena's head between seeing her in her room to her going and asking Stefan what he is when she first finds out he's a vampire, please R&R and I will love you forever-Andy
Dear Diary, I'm not a believer. People are born, they grow old and then they die. That's the world we live in. There's no magic, no mysticism, no immortality. There is nothing that defies rational thought. People are supposed to be who they say they are and not lie or hide their true selves. It's not possible. I'm not a believer. I can't be. But how can I deny what's right in front of me? Someone who never grows old. Never gets hurt. Someone who changes in ways that can't be explained. Girls bitten. Bodies drained of blood.
I place my diary beside me and my pace around my room, how can any of this be possible? vampires don't exist, Stefan is just another teenager like me, yet there are so many things about him that seem impossible. This has to just be my imagination playing tricks on me, coming up with the most ridiculous reason for why he's hiding things from me, but I know it's not the truth, I know in some strange that Stefan Salvatore is not human. Grabbing my jacket I run down stairs and out the door, not bothering to tell Jenna where I was going. As I get in my car, I sit just for a few minutes, do I really want to know the truth like this? do I really want to ambush Stefan and make him believe he can't trust me? shaking my head I start the car and begin to drive, I need to know the truth, as much as I care about him and want to trust that he'll tell me in his own time, knowing what I know I have to know the truth and I need to hear it from him. Would this mean it was Stefan attacking people? was Damon the same or was he oblivious to what his brother is? are they even brothers?Pulling into the driveway of the Salvatore boarding house, I turn the engine off and take a few breaths to try and calm myself but I can no longer deny what is right in front of me. I got out of the car and ran to the door, as I was about to knock it swung open and I was face to face with Stefan, I looked right him and asked "What are you?" through gritted teeth and waited for an answer.