This is my attempt at a sequel to "Splash." I felt like there was some potential for a story here. Things get a little complicated between Elijah, Elena and Kol. I won't give anything away yet…but I have a couple of original ideas to bring to the table, without things getting outlandish. But you'll just have to bear with me and see for yourself!

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"You had sex with him?"

"Wait – you mean to tell me that you snuck away from the ball to fuck an Original in the parlor?"

"You did what?"

"Why did you have to go and screw things up?"

"We could have killed them tonight. They would be gone for good, and we would be free."

"Why?"

"What is your fucking problem?!"

"There's blood in your hair…"

"Of all the vampires you could choose to screw around with, you picked him? He's the worst one, Elena! Worse than Klaus! He has no conscience! No amount of sex appeal can make a psychotic homicidal Original worth it. It's nonsensical, Elena."

"You let him feed from you."

"He could have killed you, Elena!"

"Why the hell did you stop him from drinking the damn champagne? Good riddance, if you ask me."

"I just can't believe you slept with him…"

"Did he compel you? That must be it. I'll snap his scrawny little neck."

"What were you thinking? Oh, that's right, you weren't. You never do."

"He –"

"–why –"

"–sex –"

"–slept with –"

"–he's monstrous –"

"–always such a blithering idiot –"

"–Kol –"

"–how –"

"–disgust me…"

"–in the parlor?"

"–been rid of them for good –"

"–damn Originals –"

"–fucking unbelievable, Elena!"

"–ruined everything –"

"STOP IT!"

Elena's head pounded. Tears leaked from her eyes, leaving streaks of mascara down her cheeks; she could taste their saltiness on her tongue.

"Just stop it," she whispered. "Please." She stared at a fissure on her kitchen counter, unable to meet the accusing eyes of her friends and family.

Damon growled. "Stop what, Elena?" he snarled. "Stop yelling at you? Stop being angry? Have we hurt your precious feelings? You not only stopped a plan in motion that would have rid Mystic Falls of its biggest problem, you had to go and fuck said problem – since when have you had a thing for maniacal vampires? This is news to me. Maybe if I'd killed more people, you would have fucked me instead."

Her head snapped up, suddenly angry eyes narrowed on his striking blue ones. "You," she said scathingly, "have NO RIGHT to judge me. No right."

"And you," he replied hotly, grabbing her arm in a bruising grip, "are no longer allowed to make decisions."

"Hey!" Jeremy shouted, stepping forward and flinging Damon's arm away. "That's my sister you're manhandling, you ass. I don't care what she's done – hands off."

The elder Salvatore snarled. "Stay out of it, Jeremy."

"Not a chance! I said back the fuck off!"

"And I said get out of the fucking way, Gilbert!"

What happened next occurred too fast to pin it down, but at the same time she somehow watched it unfold in slow motion; completely aware of what the result would be, but helpless to stop the series of events that led up to it.

Damon jabbed a finger at Jeremy's chest, the younger Gilbert sibling angrily shoved the vampire back, and then, pale blue eyes spitting fire, the elder Salvatore brother retaliated by punching her brother squarely in the face. She cried out as blood spurted from Jeremy's nose and lip, splattering onto the crisp white shirt of Damon's tuxedo.

She was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time; her little brother stumbled backwards, slamming into the refrigerator and stepping on the hem of her ball gown. Losing her balance she lurched sideways, screaming as she tripped and fell.

She tried to catch herself, but she was twisted so awkwardly that all her hand found was empty air. Searing pain shot through her head and neck as the side of her cranium hit the corner of the kitchen island with a sickening crack. She keenly felt her skin split open and her skull crunch as the granite tore through her parietal lobe. The pain was crippling.

She did not need to see the warm liquid spilling down her head and neck to know it was blood. And she did not need to feel the rift in her head to know that she was going to die.

Through blurred eyes she saw her friends' horrified expressions: Caroline, Alaric, Bonnie, Matt. She vaguely heard Jeremy's anguished cry, felt Damon's hands cradle her irreparably damaged head. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a choked sob.

The last thing she remembered seeing was Stefan's blank face and dead eyes.

Then the world went black.

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Dun dun dun…

Short chapter, I know, but it functions more like an introduction.

I'll update tomorrow – next chapter will feature our favorite Originals. Which are, well…all of them. Gotta love those guys; bet they make your family look functional, don't they?

Btw, I'll also continue to post random one-shots while I'm working on this one…my ADD at work. Once again, I'm open to suggestions.

Anyway, I know I haven't given you much to review with this, but I hope I've piqued your interest enough that you will keep reading. Stay tuned! :)

xoxoxo