She remembered the smell of burning rubber, as the tires slipped across the surface of the wickery bridge. Her throat felt raw from shouting his name as she saw a blond figure emerge out of the night's darkness. Rebekah Mikaelson had always claimed that she'd one day take her life, but that she'd be willing to sacrifice Matt in the process? She doesn't remember that moment when the car hit the water, but she remembered the flutter of panic that welled up within her stomach as liquid drops pushed themselves into the car. Within seconds the car was half filled up with water and the flutter of panic had made a home for itself within her body. She tried to pull at her seatbelt, but the crash had slammed the seat shut against the buckle. That was when the realisation struck her of Matt's quiet. His side of the car was already flooded and his motionless body floated within the clear liquid. She took a deep breath as now her side was filling up with the same substance.

She doesn't remember Stefan diving down, but she remembers the happiness that she felt when he appeared in front of Matt's window. She urged him to save the blond quarter back, to which her boyfriend was rather hesitant but he agreed to her wishes. That was one of the many things she loved about him, the fact that he respected her wishes, allowed her to make her own decisions, wasn't forcing his opinions on her. That was more than she could say for his older brother Damon, who seemed often to be the complete opposite of Stefan. But as she thought about the love she felt for both brothers, none the less, she felt the water slipping into her lungs as the light faded from behind her eyes. She felt as death slowly crept through her body and within that moment she was at peace.

There was a brightness that engulfed her as she took slow paced steps towards an unfamiliar warmth.

"Elena," she heard someone's voice speak. "Elena, my dear." The voice was so familiar yet she could not put her finger on who it was originating from. "I'm sorry to see your face so soon, but I have missed you."

Within the light, which brushed so warmly across her skin, a figure appeared. Her skin was pale as porcelain, her hair gleamed with the hint of red and her eyes sparkled with a hazel colour. Her aunt Jenna stood before her, wrapped within a nice attire of brown and beige. Her arms extended towards the eldest Gilbert daughter. Her eyes filled with a longing look, as she stepped closer to her past away relative. She had always understood that her story would end with her own early death. Willingly she took a step closer to Jenna, her hands slowly lifting into the air as the reached towards Jenna's fingers.

All of a sudden she could not breath. As if someone had clutched their hands around her throat and pressed down.

"Jenna," she spoke as she tried to reach out for her. "Jenna."

She took a deep breath. Her skin feeling cold. Her eyes looking up at a white ceiling.

"Damon, when she came in earlier today her injuries were more severe than I had led on. Damon, stop. She needed my help, are you listening to me? She needed my help," she heard Meredith Fell speak, and realization set it like a large lump of led.

Elena Gilbert will never know peace. Elena Gilbert was and will from now on be a vampire.