Nothing But Darkness

Copyright WillowSuzzaGleeee

A/N: This is my first TVD fic, and I actually very nervous about how it will go down as well as extremely excited for feedback from another fandom and another group of epic people. I sincerely hope you enjoy this as I'm hoping it will evolve into a miraculous story of love, supernatural, and darkness.

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Elena's POV:

I ran out into the night. Nothing but the darkness, thundering rain and flashes of lightning signaling my betrayal accompanied me as I sprint across the wet grass doing anything and everything I could to run away from Mrs. Flowers's house. Because that house contained for a second-time dead the two true loves of my life: Stefan and Damon Salvatore.

I had been the reason of this. The terrible fate that endured; all me. I had always told myself I was absolutely nothing like Katherine. I wasn't really like her. But my mind's visualizations of Stefan's flashback to the day where he fought Damon with those sharp murderous swords and the exact moment I could picture them crumbling to the ground. Their faces completely white; their eyes rolling back; the final scoff before they both admitted defeat to the creature they were in love with; Katherine Peirce. And now again they had died for a non-deserving girl [what more, a mortal this time] who's betrayal of true love as well as betrayal of friendship had been spoiled and ruined.

And I couldn't take it. I watched both of the Salvatore's look their brother in the eye; and I watched as Damon forced the sharp blade of the stake deep within Stefan's heart. Damon's own chest dripping heavily with vampire blood.

The last thing I saw Stefan tell me was that this was for me. That killing Damon would be better for everyone. But he was wrong. Damon was his own brother and…perhaps it was them who belonged together and not me who was puzzled to see who my soul mate truly was. If I had never graced them with the appearance of was known as Katherine Peirce; all of this [Meeting Stefan, Falling in Love, Meeting Damon, Dying, Becoming a Vampire, Dying again to Save Both Of Them, Becoming a Sort Of Spirit-Angel, and Then Finally finding my mortality again] would have never happened.

And I watched both of their bodies sink to the floor. And after upon taking the stake from Damon's hand; I ran. I ran all the way to Fell's Church.

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GRAYSON GILBERT. MIRANDA GILBERT.

Beloved Parents.

I looked down at the grave; tears softened my eyes. This was the only thing that was keeping me from doing it. My parents. They would have never wished me to…to blame myself for the deadly act done between two…monsters. They would have wished I grow up happy and healthy, find my soul purpose in life, and grow old, dying at the withering of my white hair. Yes, when my angelic blonde hair and blue eyes turned grey; that was when I was supposed to die. Still a part of me groped at this.

The rain was treacherous. It whipped down at me with harsh pain; as if punishing me for a deed done wrong. It was hard to forget the toe-tingling breathtaking kiss Damon and I had shared; and then the actions that came after it. It was all so vaguely wrong as well as so wonderfully right.

But what about sweet little Margaret? She had never deserved to remember her sister as a strange teenager who ended up dead on the surface of insanity. Neither did Aunt Edith. But, I again realized, she already believed this.

And then there was my best friends. I had them in my life. Bonnie, Meredith, and Matt…Would they be able to survive without me or would I just be a nuisance mourning the real deaths of my two true loves.

You weren't supposed to have two true loves, I bitterly told myself. This is what got them in the mess in the first place. My thrill to be able to announce that I could have any boy I liked. And the truth was this experience proved I could; obviously at a life or death situation.

Its not like I could stick this stake upon my heart, and not first think about what I was plunging into. What happens after death? I'd never exactly asked Stefan or Damon what the thundering darkness they'd endured before waking up as possible-vampires; but it was possibly just that. Thundering Darkness. I knew it was like that for me.

Did I really want to spoil all possible happenings? My future; but what future? As well as anyone who could shape my future knew; I was dead.

And the two most important people in my life had died. Because of me. Didn't it just make sense that I died in my own delusional guilt along with them? Yes. It did. But anything revolving the Salvatore Brothers never made since. Vampires didn't either.

I looked down at the red roses placed alongside their tombstone. Aunt Edith and Margaret must have placed these here on Valentine's Day; I had seen them picking out flowers not just a few weeks ago.

They were my family. And yet I only saw them on again off again every few weeks. But they never saw me. They weren't allowed. They couldn't know that their precious Elena had died; but not simply. She was a monster. That was me. Creature of the Underworlds Twisted To Be Mortal Again. Complicated name, eh?

Everything about my life was now complicated. But was it still worth living? All these questions pawned at me; prickling my inside, slowly turning my feelings into just one; exhaustation. I was tired. Too tired.

And with that I thrust my fingers to touch the gag reflex in the edge of my mouth before the plunge into my throat. For a moment, it tickled. Then the feeling of choking whipped through me and there I stood. Blonde hair whipping, blue eyes tearing, red lips screaming, as I bent over and purged. The disgusting result of what was Stefan's vampire blood.

And then I officially damned the stake into my chest, and closed my eyes; slowly waiting for the end to come.

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When I woke up I was in complete crisp darkness. My first thought was death. Which made sense since the last act I had portrayed involved a sharp object thrust into the deep parts of my soul.

The wrath of a deep distinguished smell flamed within my nose. Smoke. That's when I noticed the bright light shining down from…above. And with a blink or two of my Lapis Lazuli eyes, I realized I was in a tube of some sort leading above to a Moon shining heavenly above me.

This all felt eerily familiar to a frigid scary movie where two vampires were burnt by sunlight in the dawn of the morning. But I wasn't a vampire. Why was I here?

"Hello, Elena." I shuddered a whip of my head to come face to face with a girl holding a candle. Her long red locks trailed down to her back. Her green piercing eyes slithered at me. And a crisp practiced smile rest at her lips.

I didn't answer her. I watched her dirty hands squeeze together and an odd purple light shined within the tunnel.

"Aren't I dead?" I asked with deep concern. For a second I wished to not be dead. To live long and hard. Eat deliciousness. Sleep little. And laugh a lot.

"And where are we? Who are you?" I grew furious with wondering. And my heart lurched with lust to touch one of the Salvatore Brothers. They're they were in my mind. But no one was ever remembered first and last. I didn't label one evil or innocent. I didn't have one Good and Bad marked in my mind. They were just that. The Salvatore Brothers. Two vampires I was soullessly in love with.

"Questions…Questions…" She frowned at me. "Perhaps they'll all be answered in time." And with that she led me away into what I believed to be the darkest parts of Hell.

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A/N: I'm really sorry it's so short. I just really wanted to post this as soon as possible. The following chapters will take form in Bonnie, Meredith, and Caroline. I'm not sure if this story will make sense yet…But I'd just adore it if you took the time to press that Review Button [that has slightly changed from the green one I loved] and share your gazillion thoughts of feedback. [Cause I know you have them].