PLEASE READ! : STELENA FANS SHOULD ONLY READ THIS FIC IF THEY ARE OPEN MINDED TO DELENA.
SO, moving on. This fic is set after Elena went to see Katherine and asked her all those questions in episode 9. I suggest you cut out episode 8 and 10 and 11 (you'll understand why once you start reading the fic), because in the Masquerade episode, supposedly for this fic, Elena becomes a vampire after Katherine kills her and is contained, the same way it happened in the episode.
Damon is there and gives Elena blood to try to heal her wounds, but ends up turning her into a vampire. Meanwhile, Stefan is helping Caroline contain the Tyler-werewolf situation, so he's NOT there for Elena when she eventually preys on a innocent victim and completes her transformation.
Damon is there for her, after she turns, when she finds out what Klaus' purpose was from Katherine, basically there for her for everything. And all that Stefan does is give her his ring, to protect her from the sun.
So, she and Damon bond and get together...and she breaks up with Stefan for good, because she loves Damon. And I'll introduce a new girl for Stefan.
SO, Delena and AGHAST-Stelena.
Hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review! :)
"Stefan?" I called as I walked into the boardinghouse.
I knew that Damon was out as soon as I stepped inside, but I could smell Stefan's cologne in the air...and something else mixed with it. Someone else, to be more specific.
Then, I heard the sounds coming from upstairs, and focused on them, to make sense of what was happening.
I had broken up with Stefan roughly three days ago, but...from the sounds I could hear coming from his room...he had a girl in?
I finally decide, after hearing a lot of grunting from upstairs, from Stefan's part only, to make sure he wasn't fighting someone.
I pushed open the door to his room shamelessly, without a knock or a warning, hoping to see him struggling with someone and needing help.
What I saw was Stefan...kissing a girl, pressing her to the wall. Stefan was kissing her neck, her legs wrapped around his waist, moving steadily on the way to sex.
Her eyes were closed; she opened then, and saw me, then tapped Stefan's shoulder lightly, nodding in my direction.
Stefan turned to look at me, glaring, his eyes flashing in anger.
I expected his eyes to soften, but when they didn't I reminded myself I had broken his heart, and rubbed it in by having sex with Damon when he was at home.
Still, I thought we had made it right before he left to wherever he went.
He was walking toward me now and when he came face to face with me, I couldn't help but to smile at him.
He didn't look angry, and I thought that was a good sign, until he spoke.
"Give me my ring back," Stefan said coldly, staring at me in a way I never thought he would.
"But...without it, I can't go out in the sun," I said, looking up at him, clutching the ring to my finger and pleading with my eyes.
He didn't respond to it in anyway, just looked expressionlessly back at me.
"Whatever," he said then, shrugging, as if he didn't mind my burning in the sun. "Why should I care what happens to you? It's Damon's problem now."
"But..." I said, a bit too shocked to move. Then, he interrupted me.
"Give it to me, Elena. It's mine, and I want it back. Give me my ring," Stefan said this to me fiercely, eyes flashing. "Now."
I swallowed my tears at his tone, pulling off the ring and placing it in his palm as I looked behind him, at the girl still leaning against the wall, to distract myself so I wouldn't cry.
"Are you sure she's not going to find this a bit weird?" I examined her more as I said this; her shirt, a plaid shirt that I knew belonged to Stefan, was halfway open, enough that I could see her bra.
She had long blond hair that reached halfway to her waist, spilling over her shoulder, messy enough to be what Caroline called 'make-out session hair', which turned into 'just-fucked hair' when she was feeling crass.
"No, she won't mind this. She knows about me," Stefan said, interrupting my study of the girl.
He was looking at me as if I was stupid for asking such an obvious question, like I should have known better than to think he'd be so carelss as to expose himself to someone he couldn't compel.
She smiled smugly at me, creeping behind Stefan and wrapping an arm around his waist, as if rubbing it in.
It made me feel horrible, like I had made a mistake. It made me want to have Stefan back, have his arms around me, made me want to apologize, beg him to come back to me.
But of course I didn't because do that, because...I have Damon. And because he was the one who protected me from Katherine when Stefan wasn't paying attention. He was too busy helping Caroline, he said.
Taking Bonnie to the hospital to make sure she was okay, helping Caroline with Tyler's werewolf issue, trying to locate Klaus...meanwhile, I was turning into a vampire on the Lockwood Masquerade Ball, because Katherine had attempted to kill me.
Damon was the one who gave me blood to save me, even though it should have been Stefan.
He wasn't there, when I wound up a vampire because it was too late to save me, to keep me human.
And now...I'm so, so scared for the people I love.
I'm scared for Damon, who Klaus will hunt forever like he did to Katherine, and Trevor and Rose...because he turned me into a vampire.
I just wish...I just wish I could make another doppelganger. But I can't. Because...I'm a vampire, and Isobel is a vampire and there is just...no one else.
And we're all going to die for this. For this sacrifice. I'll die because of what I am, Damon will die for what he did, and Bonnie, Caroline, Tyler...will die for nothing.
And all I can think about is how I wish Stefan would hold me to make it all go away.
I hope Damon never finds out I feel like this.
I opened my eyes to find the sunlight inside the room, coming in through the sliver between the curtains, and a sleeping Damon next to me.
I smiled, and reached out to brush his shoulder, his collar bone, his neck.
I kissed his shoulder, adoringly, and he stirred and turned, glancing at me and smiling sleepily.
"Morning," I said, and moved closer to him, wrapping my arm around his shoulder, leaning in to kiss his lips.
I felt a stab of pain on my arm and flinched away, clutching it to me, remembering returning Stefan's ring to him last night.
Damon was sitting up, leaning on his elbow and studying my face sleepily, through narrowed eyes.
"Where is your ring?" He asked me.
"I gave it back to Stefan yesterday. I totally forgot," I said to Damon, suddenly realizing I didn't know where my diary was.
I stood up, glancing around, trying to remember where I had left it.
"Elena...Elena," Damon said, getting off the bed. "Elena, what are you doing?"
"My diary..." I whispered, looking under the bed, then coming up again to shake the sheets. "I don't know where it is. I had it last night. I was writing in it when I fell asleep. I can't find it."
I ran to the other side of the room, looking for it frantically.
"Elena," Damon called me, but I was too desperate to keep him from reading it to pay attention.
"What?" I said, still flying around the room. I closed the curtains quickly and kept on looking.
"Elena, stop it," he said. I didn't even answer him. I needed to find it. "Elena, your diary is here."
I finally stopped and looked up, letting out a breathless, relieved little laugh. I flew to Damon and wrapped my arms around him, grabbing my diary and clutching it tightly to myself, burying my face in his chest.
Finally I pulled away to look at him, and was happy to see him smiling, knowing he didn't suspect of my desperation to find my diary.
"I have to go, get you a new ring. I'll have Bonnie make one," Damon said, already moving to the door and stroking my cheek when he passed me, and winking as he left.
I sighed once he was gone, relieved, and sat on the chair in the corner, to read over yesterday's entry.
Dear Diary, I caught Stefan with a girl in his room. And...he asked me for his ring back.
When I broke up with him, told him that I loved Damon, I had tried to give him his ring, but he looked so upset, and I wanted to prove to myself that I didn't want him anymore.
Now I'm not so sure. I just came out of his bedroom. I'm sitting in Damon's bed and crying. I miss Stefan. His arms around me, the way he used to look at me, like I was the only girl in the room.
But then, when he looked at me today, talking to me like I was stupid and giving me that glare, so angry...and the smug look on the girl's face when she looked at me...it made me feel horrible, like I had made a mistake.
It made me want to have Stefan back, have his arms around me, made me want to apologize, beg him to come back to me.
But of course I didn't because do that, because...I have Damon. And because he was the one who protected me from Katherine when Stefan wasn't paying attention. He was too busy helping Caroline, he said.
Taking Bonnie to the hospital to make sure she was okay, helping Caroline with Tyler's werewolf issue, trying to locate Klaus...meanwhile, I was turning into a vampire on the Lockwood Masquerade Ball, because Katherine had attempted to kill me.
Damon was the one who gave me blood to save me, even though it should have been Stefan.
He wasn't there, when I wound up a vampire because it was too late to save me, to keep me human.
And now...I'm so, so scared for the people I love.
I'm scared for Damon, who Klaus will hunt forever like he did to Katherine, and Trevor and Rose...because he turned me into a vampire.
I just wish...I just wish I could make another doppelganger. But I can't. Because...I'm a vampire, and Isobel is a vampire and there is just...no one else.
And we're all going to die for this. For this sacrifice. I'll die because of what I am, Damon will die for what he did, and Bonnie, Caroline, Tyler...will die for nothing.
And all I can think about is how I wish Stefan would hold me to make it all go away.
I hope Damon never finds out I feel like this.
I closed my diary and looked at it as I felt the tears start to roll down my face. I lifted my head to the wall across the room, looked at the door and threw my diary against the wall hard, sobbing once it was out of my hands.
I just cried for a long time, rocking myself back and forth on the chair, trying to pull myself together.
Finally, I got up and walked to the bathroom. I looked at my face in the mirror above the sink.
I looked worn out, like I had a bad night of sleep, and my nose was all red from the crying. I needed a shower and some sleep and it would all be okay.
I walked outside the bathroom and got my diary, tucked it under my arm, got my favorite pajamas and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
This is the first chapter of the fic. I hope you guys like it, and any questions about the story, feel free to comment asking.
I also would like to know how you feel about it being on Elena's POV. I love it because, even as a vampire I think Elena is very, very emotional. Or would be. Plus, I love journal entries and the like...
Anyway...please, comment and tell me what you think! :)