Hey Guys! Here's my new story! Sorry that it took me so long to come up with a new one but I had to get some ideas. A lot of you asked for a sequel of Just A Normal Night Or Not? and I promise there will come a sequel but not yet. For now I just wanted to write something completely different and let Elena and Stefan face another rough period. Enjoy!
Dear diary,
All these days I've been dreaming about Stefan, wishing and praying for him to come back and now he did. Even though Damon promised me that he would find him and bring him back to me I didn't dare to hope. What if he didn't find him or what if he didn't want to be with me anymore? I just didn't dare to hope. Still I had this image in my mind of what our reunion would look like. Stefan and me embraced in a tight hug afraid to ever let the other go. Our first kiss and our first night together after he came back, it was all more than perfect in my head. But when Damon came home this morning after looking for Stefan for at least a month, the whole image I had in mind turned upside down. This is what happened...
I had been laying on my bed for quite a long time when I heard the front door being unlocked. That night I had finally been able to get some sleep.
Every night since Stefan was gone I had been haunted with nightmares of Stefan ripping someone's throat out or him being killed by Klaus or a werewolf. Sometimes it were good dreams like Stefan and me being together and it seemed so real that when I woke up I expected him to be laying next to me. But he wasn't and that's why I started counting those dreams as nightmares too. They made me feel so happy because it looked so real and then it wasn't. There were some times I even thought those dreams were worse that the real nightmares.
After those dreams I would find myself crying almost the whole day and I would cry myself to sleep the following night because I didn't want to go to sleep. I didn't want to be confronted with those nightmares again.
Last night's dream was different. Stefan and I were out on the beach together and spent the whole day there peacefully. It wasn't a dream like the other dreams of us, no, with this one I actually knew I was dreaming. So when I woke up this morning and I looked at the clock I realised I had been sleeping for nearly twelve hours. I really must have had a lack of sleep.
So when I heard the front door being unlocked and opened, I stood up and walked over to the door of my bedroom. Well, actually it was Stefan's bedroom but I was beginning to think of it as my own. I had been sleeping there every night since he left because somehow being and sleeping in his bedroom made me feel close to him.
When I was about to open the door and walk downstairs Damon appeared in front of me and blocked my way. I looked him up and down and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
'Damon!', I exclaimed, 'why didn't you call me last night? You promised to call me every night. I thought something bad happened to you.'
Damon and I had agreed that he would call me every night to update me on his search for Stefan when he left. Sometimes he didn't call and then he would call me in the early morning to apologise. He always had some sort of excuse that he had been too busy to call or that he had accidentally fallen asleep.
So when he didn't call last night I couldn't sleep at first, thinking something bad might have happened to him, but then I thought of the nights he didn't call either and quickly drifted off to sleep. It's not that I didn't care about him I just thought it was best to wait for him to call me in the morning and if he didn't call me then I would really start to worry.
This morning he didn't call but I figured he just wanted to surprise me by suddenly coming back.
'I wanted to surprise you', he answered, hugging me back tightly.
I pulled away and that's when I noticed his torn clothes with blood on them.
'Damon, what happened?', I asked starting to feel worried.
'Erm... Elena, I think you should come downstairs with me,' he said and looked me in the eyes with a serious expression.
I nodded and I walked downstairs with Damon following close behind me.
This must be bad, I thought, really bad. What could be so bad that he had to look so serious and that I had to come downstairs?
'The living room', Damon said when I had reached the bottom of the stairs and I walked to the living room.
Just when I was about to enter the living room Damon grabbed my shoulders and turned me around.
'Elena, I want you to know that I really did my best to find him and bring him back to you and-'
He didn't get to finish the sentence because I had already freed myself from his grip and ran into the living room.
And there he was. Stefan. Sitting on the couch and staring straight ahead. He didn't even turn his head to face me when I ran in when he obviously must have heard me and Damon coming.
I felt tears forming in my eyes and ran over to Stefan to hug him. I expected him to stand up but he didn't so I threw myself in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. My legs were straddling him and I buried my head in his shoulder.
'Stefan', I managed to get out between the sobs that escaped my body. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore and they started to flow freely.
I don't know when I realised something was off about our hug but when I did I immediately knew what it was. He wasn't hugging me back. I pulled a little away from him but not letting him go completely, afraid that he would disappear again.
'Stefan?', I asked and saw that he wasn't looking at me at all and probably hadn't even looked at me since I entered the room. He was still staring straight ahead.
'Stefan?', I asked again when he didn't respond and placed both of my hands on his cheeks, 'What's wrong?'
'Yeah, ermm, Elena, that's what I was trying to tell you. He doesn't respond to anything. I think he might be in shock', Damon said and I turned my head to look at him.
'In shock?', I asked finding it hard to believe because I never thought it possible for a vampire to be in shock.
Damon nodded and I felt the tears burning in my eyes again.
'Oh my God, what happened to him?', I wondered and clasped my hand over my mouth while still sitting in his lap, my other hand stroking his hair.
'I don't know exactly', Damon answered, 'but it must have been terrible. I thought that when I would get him home and back to you he would get out of this state but apparently I was wrong. I just hope that one day he will'.
I saw Damon look down and I knew that he was hurt. It hurt him to see his younger brother like this. And what probably even hurt more was that he thought it was all because of him. Stefan had done all this to safe him.
'Damon, I'm sure he's going to be okay, I promise', I said trying to be strong for him and hoping it was really true.
He nodded again and I turned back to look at Stefan who still hadn't changed his position.
'I think I'm going to take him upstairs and let him get some rest, maybe even shower him but I think he'd better sleep first.'
I stood up and took his hand in mine, hoping he would react to that and stand up but he didn't. Damon came over to help me get him to stand up and I placed his arm over my shoulder, supporting him while leading him up to our room.
When we got into our room I gently lay him down on the bed and looked at him, hoping that all this movement might make him stop staring straight ahead and make him look at me but it didn't.
I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. Then I took off his shoes and pants as well and pulled the blanket over him. I lay down in bed next to him, not taking my eyes away from him. I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his forehead and when I pulled back I saw that his eyes had shifted to look at me.
'Stefan?', I asked but he didn't respond. He just kept staring at me. I sighed in defeat.
'Goodnight Stefan', I whispered and placed another kiss on his forehead.
I lay down again with my head resting on his chest and when I looked up I saw that he was still staring at the place where my face had just been.
That little spark of happiness that I had felt when his eyes turned to my face disappeared because now I didn't know if he had just shifted his eyes to look into a different direction or that he really had been looking at me.
I closed my eyes and even though he was in shock I felt happy because he was back. Back in my arms where he belonged.
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