Here we go again!
I proudly present you my second Vampire Diaries fanfic here on fanfiction(.)net!
There are some things you should know on beforehand though:
Tyler, Alaric and Klaus are all alive and in their own bodies.
In this "new" reality, Elena is in transition, but she is also in limbo, meaning that while she doesn't die after some time if she doesn't drink human blood, she does however experience the symptoms of being in transition.
I've been inspired by Once Upon A Time, Lost and Supernatural and I sincerely hope you enjoy this story!
Prologue
(Disclaimer: I own none of the characters)
The spell was the last one in the grimoire – her ancestors had clearly meant it as a last resort, a coarse of action only to be taken when there was no other choice.
And this time, there really was no other choice.
Once upon a time, she might have been more hopeful. She might have decided to keep on fighting. But she was tired. In less than two years' time she had had her heart broken more times than she could remember, she had seen loved ones die and suffer, she had been forced to make decisions she woudn't have made under normal circumstances, and she was tired.
So here she was, leaned over a fire that provided the only light in the dark, dark woods, holding the last ingredients of the spell in her hands.
It was time to let go.
Her name was Bonnie Bennett and in a few seconds she would forget everything that had ever happened in her life. In a few seconds she would start over.
And she wouldn't be the only one to do so.
She opened her hands. She let the contents slip off her skin and tumble through the air into the fire. She chanted. And somewhere along the words, it happened.
It felt like falling asleep.
In the water, there had been so little time.
As Stefan had swum towards the car, he had realized that the dropping sensation he felt wasn't caused by the gaining depth, but of the sinking of his heart - nearly two years ago, before he had met Elena, before he had fallen in love with her, he had been in the same situation. He had had to make a choice.
Then, encouraged by her father, he had chosen Elena.
This time, Elena had wanted him to choose Matt.
The choice had to be made in all haste. And he knew exactly why he had done what he had done – after all that Elena had done for him, sacrificed for him, he had owed it to her to fulfill her one last wish.
It didn't make it any easier though.
After giving her one last look, he had had to swim away from the car. Right after dropping Matt off on dry land, he had returned into the water of course, but by then it had been too late. He had had to salvage her lifeless body from the wreckage, and, after making sure Matt was breathing, carry her to the hospital morgue.
He had lived for 165 years, Elena for 18. He had been around the world, seen all the places that needed to be seen, had tried out and experienced the things that needed to be tried out and experienced. Elena had barely been out of Mystic Falls. Everyone in her family except Jeremy had left her at some point – her adoptive parents, her biological parents, Jenna, Alaric. She had been hunted by too many people because of something that hadn't even been her fault – being a doppelganger.
It wasn't supposed to end this way.
But then again, nothing ever ends the way it's supposed to.
Now she lay pale and quiet before him, the absence of her heartbeat leaving a hole in time and space.
He took her hand and held it though it was cold. He felt the need to be there for her, even though she was long gone.
He didn't even notice when everything began to fade – it was so subtle. Comfortable even.
Like going to bed after a long, long day.
That was all for tonight!
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Until next time - live long and prosper,
CheeseSwiss