Elena Gilbert was only really sure of two things in her life; one, that she loved Stefan Salvatore with all her heart and two; that she wouldn't live past the tender age of 20 years old. She refused to believe that Stefan had turned into a 'ripper' like Damon had said. That just wasn't in his nature. Stefan couldn't go round mercilessly killing innocent people. Stefan was a good vampire. He was pure. He would never, ever, willingly hurt a human being. That just wasn't Stefan.
Elena drifted off to sleep as soon as she laid her head on the oversized motel bed. She was exhausted, mentally as well as physically. Her mind ached from the confusion of Stefan; her heart ached because he left her. She needed him. He was like air to her; she just couldn't survive without him in her life. She had lost far too many people in her life. She wasn't ready to loose one more without a fight. She was sure Damon was prepared to fight for him too. He makes out he despises him, but Elena knew that Stefan meant a lot to him. Damon needed Stefan. Stefan needed Damon. Elena needed both of them.
Elena's rest was short lived. She woke up, startled, after a nightmare. She had dreamt that Stefan had fully lost control. He chased her and Damon. He murdered Damon by slowly ripping his heart out and consuming it. She woke up just before he was about to attack her, an evil twisted look upon his face. She was terrified. The only weird part was that she was scared about Damon dying, not scared of what Stefan had turned into. Elena shoved the thought to the back of her head, just a dream, she thought as she shook her head to get rid of the previous atrocities that vacated her mind.
"You ok?" Elena glanced up to see Damon's face buried with concern. Elena nodded. He raised his eyebrows. Clearly he wasn't as reassured as Elena had hoped.
Elena laid back down and let out a gust of air, "I'm fine it was just…a bad dream." Damon again raised his eyebrows, a sign for her to explain more. Elena sighed. She really didn't want to recall the atrocities her imagination had once invented. Its not like it mattered anyway. Its not like that would actually happen…right?
"It was about Stefan. It really doesn't matter." Elena got up and walked over to the windows to open up the closed curtains, hoping that Damon wouldn't press the issue further. From the way the sun was set in the sky Elena had guessed it was around noon. Elena winced at the brightness of the sun, she much preferred the dark. It was like she was destined to be a vampire. Elena quickly shut the curtains and sat on the chair that was placed near to the once opened windows.
Damon came and sat next to Elena. He placed his arm far too close to Elena's for comfort. The only concerning thing was that Elena didn't mind Damon being so close. In fact, she craved his company. She wanted him to be closer. She should mind him, these feelings. This was Damon Salvatore she was thinking about. Damon. The very person (or dead person) who had killed thousands of people and never felt any remorse, the person who had tried to kill her boyfriend countless of times, the person who was incapable of feelings.
"Elena." Damon tried to grab her attention. She wouldn't look at him. She couldn't. Every time she looked in his direction those feelings came up. She couldn't feel those feelings. She wouldn't let herself. She didn't care for Damon, she cared for Stefan, his brother, the better of the two brothers. Elena didn't look up after Damon called her name, so he lightly grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.
"Don't worry, ok? Everything is going to be all right. I won't let you get hurt" He said as he gently stroked her chin with his forefinger.
She was touched by his words. She had also noticed his voice was more gentler than before and that his eyes had softened in a way she had never seen previously. She saw a boy behind them. A boy who had lost his brother to a world of mass destruction, a boy who had lost himself in the chaotic mess of love. Elena found herself lost herself in his eyes, his deep auburn with-a-hint-of-emerald eyes. She saw love, care,and humanity. She saw Damon for who he really is, not the hard act he puts on. She saw him, she really saw him.
Elena was the first to break the intense staring session. What was that? She thought to herself, her mind ridden with confusion. Elena stared straight ahead. She refused to look at Damon, even though she was 100% aware he was still staring at her. What was going on? This trip was meant to be about finding Stefan, not about Elena falling for his brother. Wait…what? Did she really just think that? No…She didn't. Elena isn't falling for Damon. She just misses Stefan. A lot. Everything will be okay when she finds him. Elena got up and left the room that contained Damon without a word. She entered the bathroom and turned on the shower, undressed, and clambered awkwardly inside it.
Stefan. Just think about Stefan. Stefan, Stefan, Stefan. Elena made herself think only about her boyfriend. Her lovely, kind, humane, yet slightly dead, boyfriend. The boyfriend who would do anything for her, the boyfriend who saved her from death countless of times. The boyfriend Elena would stay faithful to until she dies. Elena sighed as she leant against the shower wall and slowly slid down. When did it all get so complicated? When did every decision she made have to involve life and death? Why did she have to be the all-important doppelganger? Why couldn't she just live a normal life?
Elena often thought about those questions, and most of the time she never received an answer. Someone had to be the doppelganger, someone had to go through a lifetime of hell and someone had to loose virtually everyone they loved, it had to be someone. It was just Elena and her unfortunate luck that made it be her. Elena couldn't dwell on things she wished she could change but couldn't. She couldn't do anything to change the situation; she just had to make the best of it.
Elena quickly jumped out of the shower she didn't need. She dried herself in the bathroom, of course, and got changed in there. She entered the room she once slept in and noticed Damon wasn't there. Maybe he had gone out to feed? Elena didn't like to think of Damon feeding on some poor, compelled, innocent teenage girl, but she had to be realistic, that was what he normally did. Elena shuddered at the thought and then mentally blocked it out. She walked over to the motel door to check outside and noticed Damon was on his phone in the open air. He looked worried. Elena forgot all about what had previously happened and walked over to Damon, concern written all over her face, her eyes wide with curiosity. What could have possibly happened to make Damon look worried? Damon of all people? Damon whispered something fast that Elena, in her human form, could not possibly make out. He then shut off his phone and turned to Elena, a look of defeat on his face.
"We've got trouble."
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