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Flashback!
Klaus slammed Elena firmly against the wall of her bedroom, one hand closed over her mouth, the other wrapped tightly around her throat. Pinning her squirming body with his, the original smiled wickedly and whispered,
"There's really no use fighting me, Elena, you know that there's no way to escape." His victim shut her eyes tight, a sob making its way around Klaus' palm.
Yanking her slight wrist up to his fangs, he tore into her and sucked greedily. Elena couldn't look.
"Are you really going to kill me?" She sobbed weakly. He stopped his snacking to look at her, tutting mockingly.
"My dear doppelganger, did you really think it'd be that easy to get away from me? Oh no. I'm just having a little lunch before I take some more hybrid-maker." Klaus cooed. Turning her wrist downwards, he let some of her blood drip into a small glass vial.
"Is that it?" Elena snapped, her face stricken with pain.
"Oh, nonono! I'll be back soon for more. I just need this little bit for a trip."
"Let's hope I'm still here when you get back." She spit bitterly. His brow furrowing angrily, Klaus tightened his grip on her body.
"Ok, again, do you really think that you could ever escape me? You must be dumber than I thought." Leaning into the delicate crook of her neck, lips against her ear, he hissed menacingly, "I will always find you, Elena Gilbert."
She glared at him defiantly, though she had a growing pit of fear and desperation growing in her stomach. After a moment of tension, she blinked, and Klaus had disappeared. Elena collapsed onto her floor, clutching her slick red wrist against her heaving bosom. She couldn't keep the tears of frustration back any longer.
….
Within the next few hours, Elena had cleaned and bandaged herself up and driven over to Bonnie's. She couldn't go to Stefan's, not when she was in such bad shape. He would get pissed and freak out, restrict her already limited freedoms, etc. She really just didn't want to upset him right now; she didn't think she could deal with any more conflict.
When Bonnie answered the door, her cheery expression turned quickly into one of concern. Taking in Elena's bandages and pale complexion, the witch gently grabbed her visibly troubled friend and pulled her into the house and up to her room. Once Elena was sitting down on the edge of Bonnie's bed, she started in on an account of what had happened to her that morning.
"Oh, Elena…" Bonnie murmured sadly, letting her weak friend lean against her shoulder. "What do you want me to do?"
'"Help me, Bonnie. I don't want to be his slave anymore! I don't want to bring harm unto others…he's hurting my friends, my family! He's using my blood to ruin the lives of innocent people. I don't want this life. I'd rather die!" She begged her bewildered friend.
"Elena, don't say that! Don't ever wish to die!" She pleaded, severely concerned when she heard the surrender in Elenas haggard voice.
"I'm sorry Bonnie; I'm just so tired of this. I'm tired of feeling helpless, of feeling like I'm always running away….and I can't even physically run from him!" Bonnie heard the truth in Elena's sobs. She knew what she had to do.
"Do you really want to escape from this? No matter what the cost may be?" She said. Intrigued and desperate, the girl with tears streaming down her pale face, dark shadows of exhaustion underneath her big brown eyes, looked up at Bonnie eagerly.
"Anything. I'll do anything." She whispered hurriedly.
…
Sitting in the center of a ring of candles, Bonnie held Elena's shaking hands. Looking intently at her friend, Bonnie explained,
"This spell is totally new to me, so be prepared for anything." Elena nodded intently. "The grimoire describes it as a kind of…feature switcher. Everything you are now, superficially, will be the opposite. Though you will have the same body mass index and level of attractiveness, I understand that the transformation will be, like, where you're brunette, you will be blonde, where you now have brown, you'll have blue eyes. …I think. Are you ok with that?"
"Are you kidding? That sounds like I'm getting off easy!" Elena cried, both nervous and excited. And, taking this as an obvious go-ahead, Bonnie closed her eyes and took a deep breathe.
God, I hope this works.
….
"And then I rushed over here." Elena finished, sounding miserable. Damon stared at her in silence, still trying to take in the story, her masculine new body, and her newly manly voice. For some reason, the freakiest thing about this whole deal was the fact that he was still physically attracted to her/him. There is seriously something wrong with me.
Elena, unable to handle his silence and feeling extremely insecure, couldn't help but burst into tears which, as you would probably expect, looked extremely strange. She/he collapsed into Damon's arms, seriously needing a hug. Though he was caught off guard…and in a seriously weird situation…Damon couldn't say that he disliked the feeling of this new Elena's strong, wiry, albeit still soft, body pressed against his. He held her/him and let her/his tears flow, both of them with eyes closed, each finding two very different versions of enjoyment out of their man-on-man embrace.
After a few moments of hugging, a loud throat clearing ripped through the silence in the room. Both sitting up quickly, the two emotional men looked over at the surprised and confused looking Stefan.
"Er, should I ask?" He inquired after an awkward moment of silence, sounding a little creeped out to have found his older, womanizing brother snuggling with a hot little teenage boy on their living room couch.
"Stefan!" Elena said, a little uneasy.
"Ummm…Damon, how does this boy, who you were just cradling in your arms, know who I am?" He directed at his slightly amused looking brother, sounding strangely nonchalant.
"What, your big bro can't experiment?" He smirked jokingly. Elena slapped him angrily and turned back to her unsuspecting boyfriend.
"Stefan, it's me, Elena!" She cried, eyes pleading. "Bonnie tried a spell, and it…kind of…went wrong!" Stefan blinked, and then turned up a doubtful eyebrow at Damon.
"Yup, it's true, little brother." He said, trying not to enjoy the situation at hand. Stefan's expression grew hard. To Elena, he snapped,
"Explain. Now."
And she did.
….
"We need to call Bonnie right now." Stefan demanded, his expression deadly serious. Both Elena and Damon felt a bit chastised by his tone of voice, and Elena's new testosterone didn't really enjoy it all too much.
"You really think I didn't try to get her to help me right after it happened?" Her male ego growled. Stefan looked at her incredulously, surprised by both her masculine response and by how sexy it made her seem. After a moment of trying to compose himself, he whipped out his cell phone anyway.
"Well, I'm still calling her." He said, sounding less sure of himself. Elena just glared. Damon, legs still straddled by Elena's little male body, was also finding himself aroused by her masculinity, and so did not say anything.
Bonnie picked up after the first ring.
"Is he…she with you?" She cried frantically.
"Yeah. She said she talked to you about reversing the spell. Is there a way to do it?" Stefan replied.
"Well, about that….no. I haven't found one yet." Stefan groaned at this.
"What the hell are we going to do then?" He barked, his façade of calm rigidity splintering into a million anguished pieces.
"I guess…we'll just have to roll with it! A disguise was what she wanted, wasn't it?"
Oh, interesting turn of events! How do we like it so far? REVIEW, and I may make the next chapter longer!
Next chapter, Elena (then Eleo…going by Leo) goes to school! Stay tuned!
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