I Can't Take It Anymore
None of these characters are mine... they belong to L. J. Smith and Charlaine Harris. This story has nothing to do with my other ones; it's just something that popped up on me that I couldn't resist putting on 'paper'. Also, this is based off the Vampire Diaries BOOK, not the TV series. This is after Elena has died and come back… she still has all her powers, but she's normal. Those foxes aren't at Fells Church yet.
I had to get out of here, now. Stefan and Damon were constantly fighting over me and I just can't take it anymore. I grabbed my purse, my keys and just left with nothing else. I had my savings, so I could go far, but right now I had to get as far away from Fells Church as I could. I got into my car and headed south, having no real idea where I was going. I slept in the car at truck stops at night when I had to get gas and kept going. I hated leaving them like this, and I knew if I stayed close they'd follow. Heck, they were probably following me right now. I really didn't care. I needed to clear my head. I had crossed the Mississippi River and kept going. That night I stopped at this freaky looking bar in Shreveport because I didn't want to go into any of the casinos. The girl at the door was tall with hair as blond as mine, wearing black leather to her toes. I had second thoughts about going in, but was really too thirsty to care right now.
"My my, don't you smell heavenly. Go on in, sugar." Pam smirked.
After that I went in and sat at the bar, ordering just a coke. I wasn't about to stop here, the town was too busy to be safe where I was. Looking around the room I saw quite a few people dressed in Goth and even a few dressed as vampires. I felt so out of place in jeans and sweater. I really should have remembered to pack more clothes before I decided this.
That was when I saw the huge blond on a small stage that looked as if he was sitting on a throne. He was texting on his cell phone, ignoring everyone around him. His hair matched mine and flowed down his back like one of those gods on the romance novel covers. He was wearing a black muscle shirt, black jeans and boots. He looked up as if something had startled him and scanned the room; his eyes falling on me. I quickly turned around and put my hands up on the bar on either side of my drink.
"Elena," I could just barely make out Damon's whisper beside me.
"What do you want, Damon?" I turned around, but avoided the gaze of the blond on stage.
"We need to go home, now."
I looked around a little, "Where's Stefan?"
"He's here," he answered, emotionless. Then his eyes suddenly flashed as he grabbed me and pushed me back against the bar with a rough kiss. Shocked, I fought him, pushing back.
"Please, Elena, just this once. Trust me." He broke the kiss only for a moment to tell me then continued kissing me roughly with one hand on my cheek, the other at the back of my neck.
I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even remember my own name. Damon's tongue invaded my mouth smoothly, but he jerked back when I bit his tongue so hard it drew blood. I turned and stalked out of the club before I could even drink my drink. At the door the blond woman's eyes followed me as I made my way to my car. As I blinked there was suddenly another body next to her. The tall blond on the stage was standing next to her, leaning over the rail and watching how Damon and I reacted to each other. I took my eyes off of him and turned on Damon.
"Enough you two! I need a break!" I screamed at them, since Stefan had joined him and the two stood side by side. I felt a familiar slight pull on my mind and growled at the two of them.
"I said stop that! I'm tired of it!" I yelled at them, but they both looked at me worriedly.
"Elena, that wasn't us," Damon pointed out, confirming with Stefan before moving his body so he shielded me from blond god that was leaning further on the rail.
Stefan looked over his shoulder at the two standing side by side on the rail, talking to each other, "Elena, we need to go. Now."
"I intend to. You two go home; I'm not ready to go back there yet. Now please, leave me alone."
I opened the car door, only to have Stefan grab a hold on my wrist, but he suddenly he let go. When I turned around to see why the man from the stage was standing a little too close to me, holding onto Stefan's wrist.
"I believe the lady said leave her alone," his voice was low and slightly gravelly.
I had to blink a few times to shake off the weird feeling when I looked at him, "Whoa big boy! Thanks for the help, but I can handle myself."
He turned and looked at me, "Come with me," he ordered, looking deep into my eyes.
That's when I slapped him as hard as I could. I wouldn't take that crap from Damon or Stefan and I sure as hell wouldn't take it from a total stranger; no matter how hot he was. When his fangs snapped out I stepped back.
"Oh shit," I muttered.