Hey, this is my new fan fic, Torn on Rose Thorns. It's about Vampire Diaries - only I've decided to mix the story up a little. Don't be disappointed if the people are out of character or this new plot is weird – this is only a my made up version. Please comment if you can, lots of reviews are always appreciated.
I have also written another fan fic, Hatred at First Sight, about the Iron Fey series, and I hope you'll read that one, too.
Chapter One:
His footsteps were light and rapid in the snow patch behind her. Stefan only ran that fast when he had news to tell. And she already knew what he was bound to say.
She bit her lip, accepting the bitter truth before Stefan even spoke the words. The footsteps stopped, as if though the young man behind her was considering his words. How could he best tell her that the only person she cared about, the only person that mattered in this miserable life, was inevitably dead? That he had left her in the land made for the living to suffer through these years alone?
"Damon," Stefan began, and Elena winced mentally at the mention of her beloved's name. Never had a single word affected her as much as his name. "Damon's dead," Stefan continued in a broken, hoarse voice.
One snowflake lost its course in the wind, and fluttered to her cheek. She felt the icy diamond bite into her skin like a frozen flame. "I know," she spoke, stepping away from Stefan, already thinking of her future.
Without Damon, she was a shadow. She had never been social, or felt the slightest bit connected to the world she lived in. Like a ghost, had she fluttered around anxiously in the town, until Damon had arrived to become the bridge that bound her to an accepted life. With him, it was suddenly worth discussing, and it seemed as if though he, miraculously, gave her back the will to live.
Now all that was gone. Elena was once unable to reach out to the world around her, feeling lost in its treacherous swamps. She was abandoned by the one thing that had kept her alive, and she felt a fool for having allowed herself to gain hope of his survival. Why should she have hoped for a unlikely thing, and why should she have permitted herself to rely so much on him in the first place? Before Damon arrived, she hadn't even acknowledged that she was a mess, a trainwreck. Now she looked back on the days before him, and realized that she wished not to return to that gloom.
Not that she had the power to fight it. Even with Stefan by her side, always eager for her attention, Elena knew she would lose the battle against suffering soon enough. Already was the depression clinging to her viciously, and she felt its claws graze at her soul.
She looked up at the grey sky, and realized that every day would be like this one. Cold, miserable, and detangled from the wonderful world.
If only, she thought. If only you could come back.