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As you might know, this story was originally on my single account (Pompeystar) But now, obviously, is been moved to this account, which is shared with my friend laced_scrawl (Check her out- she's awesome!)

Anyway, I've written this chapter and the next one, but Ch2 is currently beng changed by laced_scrawl, because there was something in it that's now been postponed for the next few chapters xx Sorry guys, not telling what that was ;) x

So- enjoy! xx

Rating- T

Summary: Set after 2x10, what if Elena died- and turned? How would that change the whole course of her destiny? R&R xx D/E xx

"Stefan?"

Elena Gilbert took two shaky steps towards the mouth of the tomb. Suddenly, ditching Damon to come and talk to Stefan- at night, didn't seem like such a great plan anymore. Especially since Damon was sure to wake up from his vervain-spiked-scotch-induced-coma very soon… and realise exactly what had happened. He wasn't stupid.

Damon was a lot of things, but stupid? No.

"Stefan?" She repeated, her voice barely a whisper. Elena took a deep breath to calm her racing heart; it was times like theses where she wished she was, you know, undead. So that others couldn't hear her heartbeat when she approached.

Concentrate Elena. She thought. You're here to see Stefan. Elena took several steps until she was well into the tunnel leading through the tomb. She placed her hand on the stone wall next to her to steady herself.

Step forward. Deep breath. Carry on.

She'd been telling herself that a lot these days. Step forward. Deep breath. Stop.

She could hear a conversation going on around the corner from where she was standing. She slid down the wall to a crouch, concealing herself from who she presumed to be Stefan and Katherine. Ears straining, she concentrated on what they were saying. Gradually, she started to make out a voice. A woman's

Katherine's.

"Are we really just going to ignore each other?" She sighed. I was hoping to do something a little… kinkier than sitting."

Stefan stayed silent, watching the tomb "roof" with a dead stare.

Katherine sighed again. "What am I meant to do Stefan? Get down on my knees and apologize? I really don't think I have anything to apologize for. I've said it once and I'll say it again. I was looking out for myself. I will-"

"Always look out for yourself. Yes Katherine, I get it. Yet you still claim to love me. Yes, I'm extremely convinced that you've done everything in your power to prove your love." He spat, sarcasm laced in his every word. "Look at what your supposed love has done for me. Torn my brother and I apart. Killed my best friend, the woman I love doesn't trust me. So many have died- look at all of the deaths in depth and it all traces back to your love."

All at once, Stefan found himself slammed up against the tomb's wall. Katherine was clawing at him, black veins spreading around her face. He twisted, trying to free himself from her grasp- but it was steely, her strength close to unbeatable. "Stefan- that wasn't me. You all brought that unto yourselves. Your relationship with Damon? Savaged because I turned both of you, knowing that you'd be devastated at the loss of your brother. He hates you because you forced him to complete the transition. Not so sorry I fed him my blood now are you? That wench Lexi, dead because of Damon's obsession with me. Damon's, not mine Stefan." She shook him a little harder, her face dangerously close to his. Despite the fact that Stefan was on the verge of snapping, fighting back , he restrained himself. His gaze never wavered from Katherine's as he listened to her confession. "You know why your supposed love Elena doesn't trust you Stefan? Do you want to know why?"

She pushed him away from her, he let himself fall, but then turned to face her so fast even her eyes barely caught the movement. She continued to speak fast, revelling in his unwavering attention. "Because you have too much of myself inside of you. It's not just a human's natural behaviours that are intensified when they turn Stefan, it's their emotions too. You loved me as a human, you love me more now. You swore of human blood, why? Because you were scared of the person it made you. Think, does that person remind you of anyone in particular?" Stefan's eyes widened slightly, out of shock or surprise, she didn't know. "Me. Stefan." She paused. "You loved me. So your true vampire personality reflects mine. We're two halves of the same whole. We love each other, that will never change."

Stefan all at once had Katherine by the throat. "I love Elena, Katherine."

Katherine reached out and twisted Stefan's wrist until he let go of her. Her hands then darted out to cradle his face gently. Furious, he tried to twist his face out of her embrace, but her hands held him firmly, her lips were a pout away from his. "No Stefan. You love her humanity, because it was something I rarely had. Something I only had at my most vulnerable. Haven't you ever noticed Stefan? Your precious Elena has the Petrova fire. Have you ever seen it? No. But your brother has. He loves her, she loves you, but has no control over her growing feelings for Damon. You love her, but you love me more, as you always have. I love you. This is the way it'll stay, for the rest of our undead lives." Katherine's eyes were bright, and a sad smile crept across her lips.

Stefan's eyes closed in defeat. "A twisted love square," he whispered hoarsely.

Stefan's eyes closed in defeat, and gently he leaned forward to rest his forehead against Katherine's. His gaze rose to meet hers, trapped, where somehow, Elena knew it would stay for the rest of eternity.

She'd seen enough. Forgetting her earlier plan, she rose unsteadily to and ran as fast as she could towards the mouth of the tomb, racing up the steps than led downwards.

Run forward. Deep breath. Don't look back.

Run. She stumbled over the uneven ground in a desperate haste to reach her car, tears were streaming down her face.

Run forward. Deep breath. Don't look back.

Finally, she reached it, wrenched the handle of the door desperately until it opened. She got in and fastened her seatbelt, her fingers shaking.

She could taste the salt on her face. She's always known it of course, deep down inside of her. She knew that Stefan still felt something for Katherine. He loved her, but Katherine would always hold a place in his heart. First loves would do that to you. Like Matt.

She shook her head, over and over and over again. This couldn't be happening.

Elena didn't notice the speed-o-meter creep up to 90mph as her car crossed Wickery Bridge.

95mph.

That was when the car skidded on the ice. It flipped, crashing through the barriers that stood at its borders. Knowing what was about to happen, Elena squeezed her eyes shut. She knew this bridge and its troubled waters, she knew what it had taken from her, and now it was claiming her life too.

A sensation of falling.

Black waters, churning, breaking through the windows, choking her.

Stefan, I love you.

Darkness circled her like a blanket.

What's happened to Elena? :O xx

Stefan's stuck in the tomb with Katherine, unsure of how to react to her advances what's gonna happen? x

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