- This is my first published fan fiction, I've wrote others before but always on paper and never actually gave them to anyone to read! Please review and let me know what I'm doing right or wrong. This is set after the last episode from Season 3 when Elena is lying on the morgue table. I'm a big wish-fulfillment writer and unfortunately for you Stelena fans I have a huge crush on Damon Salvatore, so you've been warned (although I am going to keep with the whole love triangle thing and not turn Damon into a gushing heartfelt hero because I kind of like his bad-assery mixed with his heart to hearts). -
I own nothing, the Vampire Diaries belongs to L.J. Smith and CW.
Elena's POV
I've been in the cold and dark for so long. It's like someone turned out a light and no one came back to check on me and turn it back on. It feels like an eternity of sitting and staring at black walls; I've tried to distinguish some light or colour but I have this sense that nothing of that sort lives here. Suddenly, I can hear noises. There is still nothing to see in here, but if I concentrate hard enough I can hear breathing, what sounds like faint sobs for a while until they slowly die down. Then I hear yelling and footsteps, the sounds of doors being torn open. I focus all of my energy towards me eyes and something flickers. Finally, as I'm standing on the edge of the large black abyss I hear the footsteps become louder and then a pause before the sound of a door slowly opening. That's when I finally find my eyesight and I give a shudder.
I lift up off the table and take a huge racking breath, the motion feels odd and stiff, it's hard to even get air into my lungs as I gulp like a fish out of water. Oh my god, the realization of the aching and unfamiliar sensation comes to fruition, I don't think I have been breathing. My vision wavers and suddenly comes into view. I'm sitting on a cold metal table in what looks like a morgue. There are large filing cabinets, and even larger metal doors on the walls – which I'm quite sure are not filled with documents.
"Elena.." A voice from beside me whispers, in obvious pain.
Still struggling to control what feels like unnatural breathing I turn right and see the voice belongs to Stefan sitting on a chair beside the table, his red rimmed eyes dry and full of pain. He must have been the sounds I had heard earlier. Why was he crying?
I glance a few feet behind him and that's when I see Damon, standing just in front of the doors with a look of sadness so imbedded on his face that I'm not sure I will ever be able to forget it.
These momentary glances have prevented my train of thought, but now that I have gotten a hold on my surroundings and made sure two of the men I love are safe it returns in full force. I grip the edges of the metal table and they bend under my fingers. I hear a gasp of surprise and realize that it is my own. Everything that has happened starts spilling back into my head, the water, Matt being dragged out of the window, Meredith's voice 'You're going to need something a little stronger than medicine to help you out.'
"Elena, it's going to be all right. Let go of the table, just take a few minutes to adjust." Stefan gets up quickly and grips my shoulders looking into my eyes.
At the moment I'm not particularly in the mood to argue about myself and how everything will NOT be alright. There are a thousand different emotions swirling in my head, and I'm scared. Suddenly worry springs to the front of my mind, pushing everything else away. "Is Matt okay? Did you save him in time? Tell me he isn't dead." I look into his eyes looking for any sign that will tell me he is trying to avoid the question.
"Matt's fine, I got him out of the water and to the hospital just in time. Meredith is watching him, and she's sure that he will pull through. Don't worry about him Elena just focus on yourself for a moment." His eyes betray no hint of panic and I believe that he really did save Matt in time.
"Are you kidding me?" I hear Damon's cold voice come from behind Stefan.
As Stefan turns around I get a momentary glimpse of Damon's face, and immediately wish I hadn't. He has a pained expression on which is quickly turning into a rage. His eyes are black like they are seething with hate and his hands have balled up at his sides. I haven't seen Damon look like this in so long.
"Not now Damon. I know what you want to talk about, and we can do this later," Stefan retorts, sounding anxious.
He rounds back to me but Damon continues anyways, "We can talk about this later? You want to ignore the fact that you have killed the girl we love? You left her to drown in the water to save Matt." His voice raises violently.
"She told me not to save her Damon, she wanted me to take Matt firs-" Stefan's words are cut off by a crashing sound as Damon slams him into a row of filling cabinets behind him. In an instant Stefan is up and jumping out of the way of another blow, which Damon quickly corrects and aims directly at Stefan's face. I scream at them as Damon's fist connects with Stefan's face for a fraction of a second before Stefan grabs his arms and slams him into some of the metal doors built into the wall. Damon is quicker but seems to be fighting out of a blind anger as he sloppily spins him around and grabs him by the neck pinning him against the wall and raising his body so that his feet won't touch the ground. Before I even know what I'm doing I am off the metal table and behind Damon.
"Damon, please stop." I can barely hear my own words but I know that he has heard them. For a few seconds he does nothing, but then his reserve falters and his hand releases Stefan's neck who slides down the wall and crumples a bit on landing.
"I'm dead aren't I?" I still haven't fully found my voice and I already know the answer to my own question, but I have to be sure.
Damon turns around as Stefan regains his composure behind him. He looks at me with those deep blue eyes that seem to absorb everything around them. I can see he is hurt, most likely for more than one reason. "Elena, you're in transition. Did you know Meredith gave you blood earlier?"
For a minute I actually consider lying about it, although I'm not sure why. "Yes. She told me that she was going to." As I'm considering this thought other memories start slamming into my head making me stagger a bit. Two hands are on each of my shoulders holding me steady. For a moment I have the urge to suppress a snort of laughter, with everything I've done and all the choices I thought I had made I've still managed to hang on to both brothers. I'm clearly delusional.
"Elena, are you okay?" I hear Stefan's voice finally coming from my left.
"Did you really just ask her if she is okay? You're really filled with geniu-" Damon's words are cut short as my head pounds and suddenly every thought is flying at me with amazing speed. What about Ric, technically I died. Why are they still alive. What happened to Tyler. I don't want to be in transition. Is Jeremy all right, does he know about me. I will kill Rebeka myself when I see her. Who sired their bloodline. I hope it wasn't Rebeka. How will Caroline get through this. I'm hungry…I end up with having all of these questions still at the front of my mind, as I collapse into the outstretched arms of the Salvatore's.
