Haunted By Who?
Summary: She stepped on his grave as she ran away, now he wants her with him.
Elena collapsed on her bed, giving the weary springs a slight jolt. She had fled the cemetery... and Damon, stepping on graves as she went. She practically sprinted up to her bedroom once she got home. She hadn't even bothered to turn on a light, so she tripped over almost everything just trying to get to her bed on the other side of the room. She stubbed her toe here. Banged her arm there. By the time she reached her bed she just wanted to curl up upon it and nurse her injuries. At least her pain was something real she could cope with, something sane really. Damon's confession of his love for her was something she could just not cope with at all. She was just glad to be home, where she could just catch a break.
She hated Damon for unleashing this feeling inside of her as she gazed upon the charcoal colored sky just outside her windowsill. She wondered if Damon ever really felt anything, besides the hate on the inside. Did he ever felt responsible for the deaths he had caused in his lifetime? She wondered if he ever felt anything like the overriding guilt that Stefan felt everyday. Elena could see a flash of pain upon his face before his usual smirk settled into place as she left him in the cemetery.
He had tried to kiss her and she had forcefully confirmed to him that she loved Stefan and that it would always be Stefan that she loved. That the younger of the two Salvatore brothers was the one that held her heart, not the eldest, not Damon himself. She had forced him away from her and ran. Denying herself the privilege to be loved by someone who loved her and forcing herself into a cruel and unsatisfying punishment. She grabbed her journal, preparing to write about it.
The front door opened. She didn't hear it, but she felt the cool breeze waft from the crack beneath her door and across her body. She knew someone was inside the house and moving towards her. She was just startled when the door opened suddenly and no one was there. She jumped up from the bed and jerked back reflexively against the wall.
" Elena... come to me, Elena. " A bewitching voice called out to her. Elena looked around in the dark frantically. No one was around.
" Elena... come to me, Elena." the voice demanded. It sounded like a heartbroken melody from a music box. The sound of the voice seemed to surround Elena, smothering her. She felt trapped in her medium sized room. " Elena..."
Racing out of her room as fast as she could, Elena ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, plucking a knife from the drawer. The voice following her all the way, but she'd had enough.
" Stop it. Stop it, now!" Elena commanded. The beckoning voice filtered away. Elena too a deep breath, then a sigh of relief. Exhausted, she dropped to the floor her back against the cabinets, she sat down. Elena shut her eyes. She could hear her heart pounding.
Upon opening her eyes and glancing around, she noticed them... in front of her! Muddy footprints. But no one was there. She was all alone in the kitchen except for the tracks of muddy footprints left behind.
Elena stood up slowly moving towards the direction of the lights. Her hand found the switch and she flicked the light on quickly as a harsh crack sounded. Roars rumbled from outside, growing with intensity as the rain began to pour down upon her roof drowning out Elena's own thoughts of what just happened to her.
END... or is it? You tell me.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this. I just wish I wrote this for Halloween, lol.
-Fiona12690