Hot white pain, flames burning through my body, never letting down, exacting pain, making me want to die, yet, I was sure I was dying, I saw John Gilbert staking me, with my own eyes, minutes after I felt that terrible pain in my head, while talking to Jeremy, I was weaker then, weaker than I ever remember being.
Slowly I started feeling my legs, my hands, and my whole body. Once again, I had control over my body, and I was sure, I wasn't dead, not in the slightness, if you don't count being a vampire as a form of death. I suddenly realized that the old building was burning, yet all I felt was a cool brushing of a soft material every time the flames touched my exposed skin. I was somehow protected by something, someone, and then I remembered. When my mother and Katherine were still the fair ladies of Mystic Falls, when Emily Bennett was Katherine's maid, my mother asked Emily to do something for me, for my birthday, it was a necklace, one that I wore to this day, literally, I was wearing it this very day. Emily probably spelled it somehow, like she did with the Gilbert rings, I was really indestructible.
I stood up, checking my body for any dysfunction. When I was sure I was fine, I made my way upstairs and saw that the door I was sure would be locked was wide open and fresh air was making his way into the suffocating room.
I felt hungry, hungrier then I was for a while, I ran to the hotel room I rented when I returned to Mystic Falls and open the refrigerator, looking for the bag of donated blood I took from one of the near hospitals. I tore one of the bags and drained it in seconds. I took few more bags, just to be sure, and then I took double the bags I meant to. I had a really strong feeling I would need them. I stuffed it all in a side bag and ran, ran to the person I wanted to see the most, the only man I ever loved, the only man I ever truly wanted. Jeremy Gilbert.
Running to his place took only a few minutes, yet it felt that hours had passed when I made my way to his house, I entered through the window, I didn't want to be seen before I can tell Jeremy I was alive, but when I looked at his bed, I couldn't be more surprised. Pills, written for Elena Gilbert were scattered around Jeremy's unmoving body, he looked as if he was enjoying a good night sleep, but I knew better, he killed himself, thinking I was dead, and then I saw it, my ray of light, clutched in his hand, tightly, was the vial of blood I left him, this very morning. Empty.