Stefan's POV
Dear Elena,
This might be my last entry. There may be no tomorrow. So, the present I'm giving myself this Christmas is...the present...today. To get the twins back, I made a deal with the devil. At midnight, I have to leave my life behind. Even though I just pledged it to Caroline forever. If I can't find a way out of this, please remind her... I tried. I did everything I could to get back to her.
Yours,
Stefan Salvatore

I close the journal slowly, taking in the moment that may be my last. Clenching my eyes close trying to keep myself from falling into a million pieces. I glance over my shoulder to see a sleeping Caroline in my bed, I gives her a small smile, but behind that smile was pain. I leave my room to go downstairs. Is this really it? It can't be, I didn't live all these years, barely holding on, just so I can have it ripped away from me in a matter of seconds. There has to be a way out of this, there has to be! And I'm not going to stop until I do.

Caroline's POV
I pretended to be asleep. This is just depressing as hell. Think about it, it's Christmas Eve and my best friend is linked to my other best friend, sleeping. Damon's who knows where, being a dick like always. Ric is taking the girls as far away from me as possible. Stefan sold his soul to the devil, and there's more things I can list, but like I said, it's too damn depressing. I wish Elena was here, life wouldn't have ended up like this if she was here to help.

Maybe this Christmas party won't turn out to be a total disaster. Maybe. Oh no. Just as I thought things were starting to look up... Damon and Sybil walk in, uninvited I might add.

New York, Christmas Eve
This is the one of few times in New York that people don't want to kill each other, or even as little as fighting for a spot in line at the mall. People are laughing, admiring the Christmas tree in Time Square all lit up, children ice skating, enjoying life, but on the other side of town in Brooklyn, is a young, selfless, loving girl. She's missed out in more than enough. For the first time in years, a Christmas wish came true. Her eyes sprung open, revealing her soft, doe, brown eyes. Elena Gilbert after 4 or so years...is awake.

Elena's POV
I gasp for air as if I was underwater for far more long than I should of been. Once I calm my breathing, I look around, it's pitch black. Where am I? I figured that if I just clench my eyes close and try real hard, everything would go away, but it didn't work, is this not a dream? Out of no where, I get this odd feeling as if I was sufficating. I move around to find myself in a box. A box? Wait, no! A casket? Huh? I push on the top of the casket to open it but it's like someone sealed it, or locked it? I scream for help, once again closing my eyes hoping it's just another dream.
"Help! I can't breath! Somebody help me!" I plead from inside the casket. "Somebody plea-" I stop. Listening carefully, I hear someone outside the casket. "I know someone's out there! Please, I'm in the casket!" I yell out once more.
I hear a loud snap like someone just broke their leg, but then I realize it was the lock keeping me inside. The lid flies open; I can finally breathe. I close my eyes due to the brightness outside. Once my eyes adjusted to the light a little, I lift myself up from the waist up.
Still looking down; adjusting to the brightness, "Thank you... thank you so so mu-" I look up at my saviors face. You've got to be kidding me!
"What? Something seem to bother you, Love? Giving that I just saved your life, you should be thanking me, not looking as if you'd wanted to murder me." The man says.
Out of all the people in the world, it just had to be the one person I can't stand, the one person that put my life in danger, and actually killed me once.
"Klaus."
"Miss me?" He shoots me an intimating smile. Why am I surprised? Nothing ever seems to go my way when it comes down to life or death.
"What are you doing here, Klaus?" I give him an annoyed stare.
"Saving your life. If that isn't obivious." He smiles at me once again, this time though, chuckling. This is odd, I find myself laughing along with him. I don't even know what was so funny, I can already tell this is going to be a long day. I just know it.

Stefan's POV
A while after Damon arrived, has been either dead silience filled with tension or awkward conversations trying to break the silence. Neither of our options were satisfying. Caroline is attemping to get some answers out of Sybil about where she was been staying, so that Enzo and Bonnie can find the weapon so we can use it against her at last. While doing so, we started to exchange gifts. And you'll never guess what Caroline got Damon; Elena's necklace. I don't even recall Caroline having it these past years, I always thought that it was still with Elena in the casket in New York. Elena. I sometimes think about everything that would of changed if she never got linked to Bonnie; putting her to a dreamless slumber. Well lets see; Jeremy wouldn't have left town, neither would of Tyler, and if Tyler didn't leave he might still be alive. Damon wouldn't have gone in the fault if Elena was here to stop him, and Enzo wouldn't have gone either if Damon hadn't. Which means, Damon and Enzo never would have gone on their killing spree, resulting in turning their humanities off. Caroline and I would be happy, and well...together.
Oh shit. I'm not surprised. Damon just told everyone that he's planning on killing someone by the end of the night.

Elena's POV
Klaus reaches his hand out, offering to help me out of the casket. I give him a hateful glance and he puts his hand down and smiles. While I was getting myself out, my leg gets caught in the bedding and I fall face first into the ground; my leg still caught in the casket.
"I tried to help." He mumbles and takes a few steps back. I can see in the corner of my eye, looking up, that he's trying his hardest not to burst out laughing at my epic fail of doing something so simple.
"Laugh it up while you can." I glare at him as I free my leg from the casket; the rest of my body falling down onto the cold, hard ground. Is it weird I'm enjoying this? Like, I want to laugh as well, but am trying to toughen up and act as if I can't stand him. He's change. I can see that his has. Huh. How long has it been?
I pull myself of the ground, still glaring at him, but I think he can see right through me, and see that I'm really not mad at him, nor that I hate him. "What day is it? And don't ask why I'm asking this."
"Christmas Eve, 2018." He smiles at me, wanting to see my reaction. 2018? 2018! That's not that bad, it could of been worse. "I've heard about the spell; you know, the one putting you to sleep. That's quite unfortunate." He said seriously.
"Y-Yeah, uh thanks?" I had no clue how to respond to that statement. But I did know what I wanted to say next. "Where's Damon?"
Judging by the look on Klaus' face when I had said that, I knew it wasn't good. "Is he-" Klaus cut me off, knowing what I was trying to say.
"No. He's just- preoccupied at this moment." He said unsure of how to answer my question. He backed up and leaned against the nearest wall. I gave him a flustered look, but he just brushed that look away like it never happened.
"Preoccupied? What do you mean by 'preoccupied', Klaus if there's something going on, I want to know." I gave him an innocent look. Klaus' expression changed instantly.
"Okay, but not here. I'll explain on the way." Klaus left the storage unit I was in.
I chased after him, practially screaming. "On the way? Where?"
"Mystic Falls of course." He smiled but I could tell he didn't want to be the one to break the news about whatever was wrong with Damon. He got into his car and started the engine. I ran over as quickly as possible knowing that if I kept him waiting he would drive off, without looking back, leaving me standed.