Hello reader. I've not posted anything for a while due to exams and school work etc. But all that is over now and I'm hoping to get back into writing. I've had a small idea for a fresh fic and I just want to try it out. Please let me know what you think. I know it's short...
This is basically after the season finale. But what will happen if Elena chooses different?
Delena fic (as always)
Hope you enjoy. xox
1/Elena
Dear Diary,
It's been three long, torturous, days since Klaus was killed by Alaric.
On the day it happened Matt decided to kidnap me, after hatching a plan with my idiotic brother. They had come up with the crazy idea that they could keep me safe by removing me from the place where all the danger seemed to be. But I knew, as I'm sure they did deep down, that the danger would always follow me. The age old vampires, the originals, the very first night-walkers would hunt me down, and Klaus would find a way to use me in helping him create his new family of monsters. He needed me. And no matter where I go, or what I do, as long as Klaus is alive, I'll always be looking over my shoulder. I'll always have to watch my back. Until I die a human death and my blood is no longer the necessary tool in a hybrids creation.
Alaric was the last one. The last human I trusted with everything I had. The last connection to my family. But now he too is a monster, turned dark with revenge and rage. And with the last white oak stake, he ended Klaus' life on Tuesday the 11th May, 2012. And in doing so, potentially ended Stefan's and Damon's long haunted lives too. When I got the phone call from Stefan I knew news was bad. I was halfway between the brothers, travelling out of Mystic Falls, away from the supernatural earth lines which run beneath the town. Stefan's words shattered me. 'Klaus is dead'. In my head it sounded more like 'it's over; it's all over'. For so long I longed to hear those very same words rolling from Stefan's tongue. But that night, when he spoke of the tragic turn of events, I felt my world tumbling away. All I could think about was Stefan, Damon, Caroline, Tyler, Bonnie… All the people this one death could affect. And my thoughts froze. Once I hung up I turned to Matt and I told him what had happened. His pale features twisted into an agonising grimace and I could tell that buried beneath the horror he felt, relief was brimming.
"So where will it be?" he asked after several moments of composing silence. Tears were filling my eyes and panic welling in my stomach. We were at least an hour away from home. We were at least an hour away from Damon. Home meant Stefan. After Finn's death, Sage had died approximately an hour and a half later. If Klaus really was Damon and Stefan's sire, they would be dead within the hour. I punched in Damon's number and hearing him was the final straw. The tears spilled over and I sniffled miserably. Damon's voice was cool and surprisingly calm, light as it always was. I told him that my heart was torn. I told him that I was on my way to him.