Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Diaries because if I did Jenna wouldn't have died.
A/N: Yes, Vampire Diaries is my guilty pleasure, a friend told me about it and I decided to give it try. Now I'm waiting for season 3 :) anyway, I'm writing this oneshot to apologize for not updating Lonely Ghosts this weekend like I kind of said I would…I hope you like it.
I watched as the circle around Jenna disappeared. Stefan was still on the ground from being staked in the back by Klaus.
"Your turn." Klaus said menacingly, smiling at Jenna.
"No!" I wanted to scream for Jenna to run, to leave me here, to make sure Jeremy still had family left after I turned.
Jenna gave me a pained look, eyes soft with love at the same time. "It's alright, Elena. I know what I have to do."
She rushed at the witch, Greta, and sank her fangs into Greta's neck. Why didn't she just run? I watched as Jenna drained the life from Greta, realizing she thought she could somehow cause the ritual to stop. She didn't know Klaus would kill us all if she stopped it.
Klaus intervened before Greta could die, shoving Jenna to the ground, next to the bowl with the moonstone and Jules' blood.
"Just turn it off, Jenna. Turn it off. You won't be scared anymore." I gasped, seeing the terror in her eyes. Everything was be heightened for her, she had to be flooded with emotions.
She didn't turn it off. She glared in defiance and fear as Klaus drove a stake through her heart, never giving her a chance to fight back. She felt every second of her life to the very end. She loved Jeremy, Alaric, and I until the very end.
I screamed her name into the black, tears flowing down my cheeks and rough sobs catching in my throat.
It was all over now, whether I lived or not.
That night I vaguely remembered thinking that I'd only have John left, but when I woke up I found out about the spell he'd had Bonnie do, and he was gone before I could say anything to him. I felt so guilty. Sure, he was a horrible person the whole time I'd known him, besides being a backstabber, but I think I owed him something…at least a "Thank you" for saving my life, from keeping me from turning into a vampire.
I held back tears as I looked at Jenna's simple grave, next to my parents and John. I remembered how relieved I had been when I had heard Jenna was the one that was going to take care of Jeremy and I when Mom and Dad died. How she was always so easy-going, how she let things slide, but how she got it together when Jeremy kept coming home stoned every night. I remembered how she had gone from Aunt Jenna living in New York, making a living at some hair salon, to Jenna that came to Mystic Falls to take care of us.
I took one of the single red roses I had and laid it on her grave, placing one onto John's as well. I then went to Mom and Dad's graves and put roses there too. With Jenna gone, I had no family left. Not even John or Isobel.
Finally everyone had left flowers, Alaric included, and we headed home. Alaric promised to stay the night with us so we wouldn't be alone.
I went to sleep with her picture in my hand.
A/N: this is completely and utterly pointless as well as inconclusive…sorry about that. I just needed to write something for Jenna.
