NOTE: Please review with your thoughts and ideas. I am so sorry for the long delay, I have had the worst writers block. I apologize. Here is what I have beem working on and I promise to have more up today!
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Elena Gilbert. Friend. Girlfriend. Vampire. This just didn't seem real. She hadn't left the boarding house in days, excuse being she couldn't live with herself if she hurt anyone in the town of Mystik Falls. So there she lay, staring at the ceiling, just living in her own mind.
Periodically people would stop by the room she had taken up residence in. Some would knock, ask if she was okay then move on. Others would just stand outside the door, lift their hands and walk away, not sure what to do. She could hear Stefan and Damon constantly fighting downstairs. The fights always were about her, about her dying, about her transition, mostly about who she was supposed to choose, who would win her heart.
The ceiling seemed to be a television playing her memories over and over, where one would end another would start. Each becoming more and more clear each time. She was more certain now more then ever that the things she had been remembering the last several days were real. Now the question was, what should she do about it? Of course there was Stefan, and she did love him, she really did. Then there was Damon, and he set the blood running through her veins on fire just by looking at her. Everything she thought was true wasn't anymore. Not only did she have more then a lifetime to figure out, she had to decide who to spend it with. She loved them both so much.
After another two day's of her sulking Damon was starting to get very concerned for Elena's well being. He worried that she blamed herself for killing that man. At that he grinned and chuckled slightli, his glass of burbon in his hand. His little vixen, so worried about everyone else all of the time. It was one of the things he admired most about her but at the same time it drove him absolutly crazy, not that he wasn't some of the time anyways. What about her transition? He knew she remembered, how he really felt for her and had been selfish all those times. She couldn't ignore them could she? He knew she wanted passion and he knew St. Stefan wasn't giving it to her. If she would only come out of that damn room! He glanced down the hall then sulked off towards his room. He had it bad, even worse then before.
She could feel his presence down the hall way as he stood there. She was so drawn to this man, he just over-whelmed her senses just being near her. That was the real reason she hadn't left the room. She had so many questions, she needed answers! But with Stefan in the house how could she ask Damon about everything he had hidden from her? She knew Stefan would hear and she couldn't put him through that agony. She really did love him but was more and more sure she wasn't really in love with him any more. If she went to Damon now, she wouldn't be able to control herself. Was she ready for that? GAH! Elena threw her pillow across the room. "ALL I HAVE IS MORE QUESTIONS NOW! DAMNIT!" she yelled at no one at all.
The brothers heard her yell and Stefan was thoroughly confused. What did she mean questions? They had both taken her aside and explained all the basics and she had Caroline here to help too. He could see Damons smirk the second before he went back to his natural look of mischief. "Yes brother?"
"You wouldn't happen to know what she's talking about in there, now would you damon?"
"Why would little ol' me know what your girlfriend is thinking? Shouldn't that be your concern? I care nothing for what is going on inside of that little newborn head of hers. She made her choice and I moved on. I will hold my promise when she leaves that room." within an instant he was gone, sulking in his bedroom yet again. He really needed to get ahold of himself!