~Life Is a Play, And the Star on Broadway, Is You
"Turn it off. Just turn it off." His voice was soft and demanding, hard to resist before, impossible now that she was tie to him. She was a kite and he was the string- She could fly where she pleased, but never without him. Without him, she would be lost. And so she listened to him. All she had to was turn it off. The switch to do so was tangible in the back of her mind, offering the only peace of mind a creature such as herself could ever help to relish in. One thought, one flick,and the sorrow drained.
Her brown eyes met Damon's pale one's and she rose to her feet. The two brother's seemed conflicted as they looked from one to the other, though neither said anything. For the first time since knowing them, Elena didn't feel the pull that tugged from her heart to either of there's. It was relaxing, serene, perfect... She closed her eyes and let the notions of grief, guilt and compassion fade from her.
So she had lost her brother. What should that matter? She had lost everyone that came before him. She didn't need anyone. Not Jeremy, not Stefan, not Caroline and no longer did she need Damon. She only needed herself, and that was welcome escape. It wasn't that she had forgotten how to care, the switch still hung in the back of mind, it was just that she no longer planned to take other's feelings into account before acting on a whim. She had a whole life in front of her, one of uncountable years. She would not waste it feeling guilt and grief for things beyond her power.
Hours later she stood outside her home, starring at her burning house, a suitcase propped against the tree near to her. In it were clothes, jeans and shirts, a skirt or two, and a pair of shoes. Tucked somewhere in it's folds was a key to the door that now burned, and a photo album she had thrown into the mess. She had not planned to bring anything with her, but the Salvatore's had insisted, even going so far as to help her pack the case with things she would never again look at.
She was new Elena, and new Elena needed a new Elena's wardrobe. And new Elena was going to make new memories for new Elena's new scrapbook. It was like being born again with the knowledge and appearance of someone who knew how to milk life for all it was worth. That was precisely the young vampire's plan- Party hard and relish in the impossibility of dying trying.
"Elena, are you... How are you?" She turned her gaze to the younger Salvatore brother, his eyebrows were furrowed in concern and his posture offered insight to his own grief, which he constantly hefted on his shoulders.
"I'm fine, Stefan." The female vampire practically purred, stepping to him and placing a hand on his shoulder, let it fall down his arm slowly, suggestively. "In fact, I don't think I have ever felt better." She smirked, letting her hand fall back to her side and spinning to face the elder Salvatore, smiling devilishly at him. "Be a dear and grab that, would you?" She demanded more then asked, nodding to the bag propped against the tree. "I'm going to find Caroline and Bonnie. See if they're up for something fun." She grinned, blowing a kiss to the darker-haired boy before disappearing towards town, leaving a blast of wind in her wake.
No guilt, no compassion, no worries. It was time to live life to the fullest.