Well, here is my first fanfiction. I actually really wanted to write about Caroline and Klaus, but I didn't know where to start. And right now Elena is seriously getting on my nerves, so I thought I might as well make her a little more interesting (but not to Katherine-like).

If anybody actually reads this to the end, please know that English is not my first language. I am more or less confident about grammar, but I have never learned to write dialogue, so feel free to give me tips if reading me makes you scream! And i'm guessing there are a lot of repetitions too...

Following Season 3's final. In which there is no (fuc****) sire bond.

Always and Forever

Elena opened her eyes, assessing her surroundings. It seemed to her like she could see everything, down to the smallest detail. Yet, nothing made sense. A grey room, filled with grey metal doors on the wall. A morgue. She was in a morgue. Now that her brain had processed the information given by her eyes, she started to notice what her other senses perceived. The room was cold, yet she was not affected by it. An estranged odor attacking her nostrils, which she identified as the odor of the dead. She had smelled it before, but never before had it been this strong. Her mouth was empty, but she could taste something, as if she had not brushed her teeth in a while. The moment she recognized the taste as water, she remembered. The car, Rebekah, Matt, the crash, Stefan. She could remember everything, and thus she remembered how the water filling her lungs had brought her peace and ultimately death. Her mind was assaulted by one simple question she had no answer for: "How am I alive?"

She rose from the metal bed she was resting on and noticed the deafening silence. She turned to see Stefan and Damon looking at her, eyes filled with so much sadness she wondered how they could bear it. She looked at them, trying to understand. She saw death in their eyes, so she guessed somebody had died. Well, Klaus for one. And Tyler. She would have expected such sadness coming from Caroline, but Stefan, and especially Damon, had never been attached to him. Somebody else then. Somebody that had been used as revenge by any of the remaining Originals. But to hurt her as she had hurt them would leave only Jeremy. She could not believe Elijah had sunk this low, but surely it was not completely out of character for Rebekah or Kol.

Already struck by grief, she asked the brothers with tears in her eyes: "It's Jeremy, isn't it?"

While Stefan avoided her gaze, Damon looked at her with unwavering eyes, but not before she noticed an accusatory glare directed at his brother: "No, Elena… Jeremy is fine. I think the one responsible for the situation you find yourself in should tell you." He said, his anger barely concealed. Well, Damon had never been good at hiding what he was feeling. Probably a consequence of not feeling anyhing for so long.

And once directly asked by Elena what situation Damon was referring to, Stefan had no choice but to meet her gaze. "I did as you asked Elena. I saved him. I saved Matt. He's doing good. I mean, Elena, you've got to understand. I did this for you!" he tried to say, before Damon angrily cut him: "You fucking left her to die is what you did. Don't tell me you killed her and you did it for her. I would have saved her brother. I would have saved you Elena", his voice breaking at the last sentence. And Elena finally understood what was happening, though she knew not how. I am a vampire. "How?" looking as she'd been struck by lightning. "When you came in earlier, Dr Fell told you whatever you had was minor, but she lied, and gave you vampire blood to heal the major concussion you actually had" explained Stefan.

"Everything will be ok, Elena, I have what you need right now", as he was handing her a couple a blood bags. "Once you've completed the transition, we can talk about how stupid my brother is."

So Elena did the only thing her vampire instinct had in common with her now forever gone human instinct, and she ran.