Love my Way

by crystalhoney

Damon Salvatore more than adored his fiancee, socialite Katherine Pierce. And so did she, at least she used to, till everything fell. Now our sexiest bad boy has his hands full with her. Till there's this whole new side of her he'd never seen. Is this the same girl? Or was he mistaking her for someone else?

3. Paper letters

What I don't own; The vampire diaries

What I do own; The plot.

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Chapter three;

Paper letters

Elena Gilbert fell on her bed thanking every deity out there that she managed to make it home safely. She was fifty percent sure this morning that she'd not make it home in one piece, given her current stress level.

She struggled out of her boring uniform and lay on the bed appreciating the quiet atmosphere the little radio Bonnie had given her on her last birthday—or the day the sisters thought she was born-the beach was bathing the shores making calming sounds that she could just close her eyes to.

The apartment door bounced open in a flash followed by a crash and another quite alarming sound.

In an instant she'd dragged herself from the comfort of her bed managed to grab her blue robe and grabbed the night lamp, facing whoever barged into her home.

Elena didn't know what annoyed her more, the sight before her tired eyes or the sound that came from her roommate's mouth. 'Bonnie?'

Bonnie Bennett kept laughing, 'You should see you, you look…'

Bonnie's words where instantly cut off my a loud sound on the door. Her mocha eyes widened. 'Shit! I'm not here and you don't know me.'

She grabbed her bag laying on the floor and ran into their closet. Elena watched her go wishing to hell and back that she actually didn't know any Bonnie Bennett. The knock on the door grew louder, 'Coming.'

She took a deep breathe prepared to face whoever or whatever nemesis her impulsive roommate had brought with her.

'Good day Miss.'

She forced a smile as she took in the visitor, tall tanned muscular, she hoped Bonnie hadn't stolen. Again.

'Hi, uh, how may I help you?'

He looked around the apartment in shock or probably disgust. Or pity?

'Yeah, I'm looking for a certain brunette that goes by the name Elena.'

Elena frowned, 'I'm sorry who?' She didn't remember meeting this man anywhere before in her whole life.

Besides he didn't have that kind of face that any woman would actually forget.

'Elena. About your height dark skinned and with chocolate eyes works as a bartender at the Bellview .'

Elena gave a massive internal eye roll feeling really frustrated at her friend and roommate. She knew Bonnie loved flirting, it was no secret. The only problem was, she kept forgetting her name in front of many conquests and the only name that her brain seemed to supply her was Elena Gilbert.

She closed her eyes briefly and muttered a few curses at the mystery that was Bonnie Bennett.

'Miss?'

'No, doesn't ring a bell.' She lied, shaking her head. 'Is there a problem sir?'

'Uh, yeah. We met a couple of days ago at the hotel and she gave me this address, she kinda owes me something.'

Elena groaned inwardly barely resisting the urge to drag Bonnie from her hiding place and personally hand her over to this man with those blue, blue eyes. 'I'm not sure I know her, sorry to say.'

With one last look around the apartment he gave a knee bending smile and grinned, 'Thanks Miss…..'

'Bonnie,' She supplied. 'You can call me Bon.'

'Bon-nie.' He stretched slowly. 'Doesn't suite you though.'

Go figure.

She returned his smile weakly and stood there watching him walk through the hallway before disappearing down the stairs before she closed the door. She wasted no time in locating the tiny closet finding the brunette squeezed there as if hiding from the devil himself.

'Wasn't that fun?!' she flashed her innocent smile that Elena didn't find to be oh-so-innocent.

Elena groaned, 'Bonnie like seriously, that's like the fifth time this week, aren't you just gonna get a tattoo of your full name on your arm so you'd remember to actually give the correct name this time?'

'Aren't you gonna ask who was that?' Bonnie struggled to stand up from the tiny closet they shared managing to knock down a few hangers and a few shoes.

Elena groaned. 'I'm more interested in why the heck you keep forgetting your name around-uh! Why do I even bother trying to reason with you.'

With that she left Bonnie trying to untie herself from a long neck scarf.

'Elen-Lena, you got a er! Urgh!' Bonnie took a deep breath banging the closet door behind her. She straightened her hair and took off her long coat before jumping on the bed beside the other brunette.

'That was Darren Al Kamal. He's a prince.' Bonnie's eyes sparkled as she took off her uniform still seated on the bed. 'I met him last week, he checked in just a few days before and came to the night club a few days later.'

'And you are telling me this because?' Elena asked smirking slightly not believing her. This wasn't new to her, this whole Bonnie scene as she liked to call it.

'He's a prince.'

'So?'

Bonnie leaned back slowly. 'Are you like seriously kidding me right now? I just told you that dude at the door is an Arabian prince.'

Elena sighed. 'I fail to see how that explains the fact that you gave him a fake identity and besides you ran from him when you saw him and if he was important I don't think you would have done that.'

Bonnie stood up from the bed avoiding Elena's gaze while taking off her remaining attire, wondering if Elena had forgotten so soon. 'Well he took me to dinner and-'

'Please tell me you didn't do it again.'

Bonnie didn't pretend to not understand what her friend was implying. 'I just couldn't help it, the date was horrible and I needed to bail hence I needed some assistance.'

'Assistance? You call taking money from someone i.e. stealing assistance?'

'Yeah, it's kind of like a relative term.'

'Since when is stealing called 'a relative term'.' Elena made air quotes around relative term. 'And the last time I checked, it was still a punishable act under the American law.'

'I told you, it was all his fault. The date sucked so much that I had to bail. Since it was a date and he's a prince, I didn't think it was necessary to carry extra cash.'

Elena leaned back still trying to process her friend's words. 'Do you have any idea how completely ridiculous you just sounded? Trust me Bonnie one of these days the local precinct will come knocking on that door and I'll be so glad to point to your hiding place.'

Bonnie giggled slipping into a blue pair of boy shorts. 'Only they'll be looking for Elena Gilbert.'

'And you think I'll get arrested just for you?'

'It's not like you'll have a choice, I mean with your id on you and everything now shhh, Ellen is on.'

Elena studied the brunette, 'You do realize that we've got the morning shift at the hotel.'

'So? It's not like we are even gonna get appreciated for all the hard work, all we get is a measly check every last month with peanut tips.'

'Bon, that measly check is the appreciation for the hard work.' Elena said with a weak smile.

'It's not enough Lena. It's way far from being enough. I always thought that one day we'd get a package from the mail with a lot of benjamins from like a fairy godmother or something like that.'

Elena giggled. 'Right and your wicked step mother would just grab-'

'Shit!'

Bonnie suddenly stood up from her bed and ran to their coat hanger.

'What's wrong?'

'I can't believe I freaking forgot. You got a mail today at work. I don't think it's a mail, maybe like a uh-'

'Gimme that. Why didn't you tell me earlier?' Elena snatched the brown paper. 'You know how long I've waited for them to receive my resume.'

Elena ignored the scoff from Bonnie. She applied for a job at the local hospital, the check from the Bellview was really starting to get swallowed up real fast before the next one was expected. A second job was the only option. With some extra cash they could afford slightly more assets like her drugs and inhaler for example.

That is if Bonnie managed to get off her lazy ass and apply for some more jobs.

'Wait a minute, is this about that factory job you applied for last month?' Elena heard Bonnie trailing behind her. 'Lena, you don't need another job. Working at the Bellview is actually like having two jobs.'

'Bonnie, maybe it skipped your knowledge but Shakes increased the rent for this month, how do you suppose we survive the next few months before he throws us out.' And after buying food for the month and paying for the roof over their heads, there was not enough money for a new inhaler. She had been making do with honey but that was getting pretty dangerous. 'And the job's in a hospital not a factory.'

Bonnie recoiled immediately, 'Shakes would never do that, I mean like we are the only ones he's gonna find in the Glades who would pay rent up front.'

Elena barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her roommate's stupidity.

'We can work this whole stuff out with Shakes if it comes to that.' She concluded triumphantly with a smirk that Elena felt like slapping off her face.

She began tearing off the envelope cover wordlessly.

'Are you really still going ahead with this whole jo-'

'Yes Bonnie I am. I don't want to end up on the streets again. I escaped from the claws of the Glades and I'd rather not go back.'

She went back to tearing out the paper leaving Bonnie speechless. A single note fell out with a black credit card. Elena reached for the card only to have Bonnie snatch it from the bed.

'What is this?'

'Bonnie give it back. That thing could be dangerous.'

'What is so harmful in a credit card? Check if there's like a letter or something.'

Elena opened the preceding envelope and dragged out a single printed paper that read;

Dearest Elena,

It is with great sadness that I write you this letter. I know this may sound really strange, but trust me, I'm not trying to play with your emotions. You are a special child love and I regret that I cannot be there to tell you this in person but it'd be weird if an old goat like myself knocks on your apartment telling you that I'm your grandmother. The truth is my name is Melissa Peyton Pierce, and you Elena Pierce are my granddaughter.

Forgive me if this takes you by shock but dear I've been wanting to tell you for months. I don't know how to say this but I want to see you my dear, so badly and to make up for all the twenty four years that I've lost. Please consider my offer, there's a plane ticket attached to this package. Just dial this number if you want us to come pick you from Kansas.

557-7869-9765

It's too soon but, I love you Elena.

Melissa P.

Elena read the letter twice and collapsed.

Title reference; Paper planes-M.I.A(2008)

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