I can't escape the twisted way you think of me.
I feel you in my dreams, and I don't sleep.
I don't sleep!
See, you belong to me.
My snow white queen.
There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over.
Soon, I know you'll see.
You're just like me.
Don't scream anymore, my Love, 'cause all I want is you.
Snow White Queen by Evanescence.
Elena burst through the front door of the Gilbert residence. Breathing as though she'd just run a mile. Elena had run more than a mile. Still, knowing it might not work, she slammed the door shut and locked it. Knowing it might not keep out the horrors on the other side. She ran up the stairs and into her room. Elena'd no sooner eased her door shut and locked it when she heard the unmistakable sound of the front door being broken off the hinges. Silently wishing that everyone wasn't so busy tonight Elena listened careful. "E-len-a . . ." Elijah sang softly. "Come one out, my Love. Let's talk about this." Elena slowly, quietly backed away from the door and waited. She heard Elijah sigh. Vampires don't need to breathe, except to talk and, as Elijah demonstrated, express annoyance and contempt. He said, dangerously "Fine. If you won't come out, I guess I'll have to come in!" Elena cried out in surprise when her bedroom door exploded. Elijah looked angry as he stepped into the room. Elena backed away as he drew closer, "Elijah. Please. Don't do this." Elena pleaded Elijah backed her into a corner, whispering more to himself than to her "You've really left me with no choice. Taunting me, tempting me the way you do." Elena blinked at him in surprise "Taunting you? Temptingyou?" Elijah smiled in remembrance "Yes. With those provocative little outfits you wear. They way you smell when you walk by." Elijah's eyeteeth elongated and sharpened to delicate and deadly points. "I wonder how you'll taste." Elena''s mouth opened, ready to scream. But before she could make a sound, lightning quick, Elijah had her in an inescapable grip.
Elijah had one hand clamped firmly over her mouth. His other hand held her tightly, so she couldn't escape. Very carefully he sank his teeth into her throat. Her blood - there were no words to describe it's pleasant taste. Elijah'd lived for centuries, but still . . . he struggled to find words to describe it's thick, sweet taste. Slowly, so as not to hurt Elena anymore than he already has, Elijah pulled back from Elena's throat. Leaning his head back, Elijah let the mouthful coat his throat. Sighing in contentment, Elijah shook back the sleeve of his blazer and used his, still, razor-sharp teeth to make a gash on his wrist. "Here you go, my Darling." Elijah said, affectionately, feeding Elena his blood. Elena groaned in protest but drank it, in small delicate sips. After a few moments, Elijah pulled his wrist away, and twisted her head sharply to the side. The room was filled with a sound no unlike ceramic breaking. Elena fell to the floor, dead. Elijah straightened his collar and sleeves before lifting Elena bridal-style and slipped out of the house and off into the darkness. Elena Gilbert bolted upright. gasping hard for air. Her clothes were soaked with cold-sweat. Sunlight peeked through the curtains filling her room with cheery sunlight. Trembling, she stood and stretched. It was just a dream. She reassured herself. The night before, she'd received a text from Damon, warning her about Elijah's escape. Now in the morning, she didn't feel so afraid of him. Sure, Elijah is gone. But that doesn't mea - Elena's thought was cut off when she saw the thick, parchment envelope with her name scrawled in a hand that was so old it somehow seemed wrong in these times.
Her hand shook so hard as she picked it off the pillow next to hers, that as she tried to open it, she almost got a papercut. As Elena read the letter she shook and trembled so much that she almost couldn't finish reading it.
Elena, Darling, it read:
I hope your dreams were as pleasant as mine were.
I hope to be seeing you again, soon.
Ever your friend,
-E
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Elena thought. Elijah was in her house. He was in her bedroom. It won't end until one or both of us is dead, will it?