LOTS of stuff happening, just so you know!
That's why I used the Author's POV, in order not to exclude anyone's perspective, since it's really important to get to see the whole situation.
What will you find? A good amount of drama, I guess, some.. I can't tell you what, and an evil cliffhanger, maybe?
Read and find out!
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SOUNDTRACK SUGGESTION: Time of our Lives – The Vampire Diaries Soundtrack
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Michael Suby – Passion and Danger
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Michael Suby – Game on
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Game on
Author's POV
Knock knock. The noise that someone made on the door echoed in the hall of the Boarding House, in the absolute silence of that late December evening.
Elena heard that from upstairs – she was still in Damon's room, after a very intimate moment had occurred – and froze in terror.
The pen in her hand went still, not finishing the last line of the sentence in her journal.
"Comin'" Damon blurred out from the shower to the entrance door, spreading it open for Bonnie.
He eyed her.
"You should learn a spell to open locked doors" a grin crossed the perfect face " isn't that a basic?" said the vampire, teasing.
Bonnie glared at him.
She wasn't in the mood of jokes and jerk stuff. She had been trying to concentrate all day long, and even though she had hardly succeeded to sleep: the nightmares just wouldn't let her be.
And surely she was aware how much Damon was tense. His attitude didn't help the cause.
He figured out her train of thoughts, and shrugged, hurrying upstairs.
The powerful witch took a deep breath to focus, sensing Elena.
She followed the invisible thread that connected her to her best friend, just 'till she got into Damon's room.
"Hey" Bonnie greeted, in a low voice.
Elena had her gaze still on the pages of the diary, and sat silent in the middle of the king sized bed, her very slim figure leaned on the headboard.
Bonnie was relieved at the thought that her collar bones wasn't sticking out as it used to be one month before, when that devil of a disease was sucking her life out of her.
Elena was startled. "Hi" she beckoned.
The witch approached her, just like the night before.
"Are we going to do this?" Bonnie asked, although she already knew the answer would have been positive.
Stubborn, reckless Elena.
She also was her best friend, her sister, the most important thing she had left after her family.
Bonnie wouldn't have disappointed her.
Instead, this time, it was Elena who sort of took aback Bonnie, as she simple limited to nod.
"What's wrong, hun?" Bonnie asked caring and maternal.
"I think it's okay to be scared, isn't it?" the deep brown cat-like eyes of the young doppelganger sough for approval in hers.
" Yeah" Bonnie rushed to soothe "But of what, exactly?"
Elena seemed to think about what was in her mind twice, after spitting it out "It's not death that scares me. It's the thought of leaving the ones I love"
Her answer had taken a slightly different turn from her best friend's question.
But that was just the result of a deep and mature train of thought that must have haunted Elena all night long, just like the nightmares had with Bonnie.
From the shower of the mutual bathroom of the storey – no way Damon would have used Stefan's, as long as he would have denied that, it would have been purely masochistic to invade his brother's stuff- the ebony haired vampire hadn't missed the last sentence his girlfriend .
Hell, if girlfriend sounded weirdly pleasant to think. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, but the changing of the pacing of Elena's heart was responsible of his sin.
He loved her enough not to take the power over her. Even if it hurt him to know that Elena was aware of the possibility of her death.
"You know nobody's forcing you" Bonnie tried to justify her, but the human glared, interrupting the sentence.
"Obviously you won't step back, will you?" the witch's hurt was shown in her voice for a second, and her eyes filled with tears, that weren't set free.
"Come here" Elena comforted her. The situation should have been reversed, but it was Elena we were talking about. Stubborn and reckless as you might wish, she would have always been the caring and loving human girl that had stolen undeads' hearts.
Boarding House- Half an hour later
"So basically the spell's gonna work like this" Bonnie explained, opening her grimoire in the parlour of the mansion.
"Wait" she said to herself. An over-the nervousness Damon questioned her. "What?"
She looked around, then her eyes met the vampire's . "Is it here that you wanna do it?"
"Why?" Elena put herself in the conversation, eying both of them with concern and awareness.
Bonnie took a deep breath, hoping not to freak her best friend out "You're gonna be … Let's say a sleeping-dead person until the time you come back. You're supposed to lay down during the whole event"
"Fine" Damon concluded, abruptly."You can use my bedroom."
Bonnie nodded, and silently headed upstairs. "I'll go get myself some candles."
She had actually sensed how much the two lovers needed one last time on their own, before the storm.
"Damon" Elena turned to him, rushing to his side.
He didn't look at her, instead he went to pour some Bourbon in a glass.
"Damon" Elena's voice raised, reaching the edge. One hand went grabbing his black shirt, the other brushed his cheek, trying to make his face turn in her direction.
"Please look at me" her voice was as steady as ever.
But when her gaze met his all of her confidence threatened to be shattered because of the fear those blue depths refelected .
Damon had never been so vulnerable.
And he hated it. He hated feeling that way.
But most of all, he could not stand the cause that had provoked that feeling.
It was because he wasn't human. Because of his damned nature that Elena was risking her life.
Guilt now was occupying a bigger and bigger place in his unlimited mind.
"It's all my fault" he blurt out.
Elena couldn't believe his words. How could that possibly be his fault?
"Why? Why would you blame yourself for.."she shook her head in disbelief and compassion, but his sharp voice quickly cut her out, the hurt on her face was shown.
"Because of who I am, Elena! Because I'm dead, and because I could never love you the right way!" he threw the glass on the opposite side of the room, as the girl was startled at the sudden gesture .
Her eyes grew wide with fear of his reactions and pain from the guilt that was spread all over her body.
Sobs grew in her chest. "Don't you get it? There's nothing wrong with you. That's exactly the way I want to be loved. "
Why did her knees feel so weak? They trembled, as she gave in to the tiredness and fell down.
They didn't hit the ground, though. Damon caught her before that.
"I'm sorry" he whispered, brushing his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry I can't give you the life you wanted".
"Shh" she tried to soothe him, even though her tears wouldn't forsake her cheeks. "I wouldn't have had a life, if It wasn't for you" she half smiled, stroking his cheek.
Damon closed his eyes, enjoying the touch, and nodding slightly.
Then there was nothing left for the next couple of minutes.
Just the crackling of the fire. Just their breaths united.
"Let's go,then" he finally broke the silence, taking the hold of her cold hand.
(A/N. : Start playing Michael Suby's .com/watch?v=0VyJX-I5lLQ now. )
Bonnie had gotten everything set.
Candles were occupying the four corners of the bed, and they were the only faint light that illuminated the room.
The grimoire was open wide on the floor, and one more small white candle gave her the chance to read that unknown language.
"It's ready" she turned to them, sensing their presence.
A rush of fear run down Elena's spine. She tried to ignore it.
"There's a few more things you need to know before you leave. According to the legends, the doppelganger is a ghostly double of a living person that haunts its living counterpart. Don't expect Katherine or anyone else who's a vampire in town, not to figure that out." Bonnie warned wisely, raising her finger. "You won't fool them. So be careful. Don't walk around Mystic Falls at night, that's your only advantage: the sun rings used to work only on Pearl, Anna and Katherine. You shouldn't fear the first two."
Nobody missed how Bonnie's voice hesitated at the very last words.
Elena tried to deflect the subject. "What's the specific day you're going to send me to?" she sighed, when she felt Damon's hand tightening above hers. The girl brushed it back.
"As close as I can to Katherine's arrival " Bonnie nodded to herself, fixing her gaze into her best friend's. "Then you have two weeks, Elena" she said slowly. "After then, time's over. Whatever you've succeeded to do. Or not" she warned her.
"One last thing." The witch's tone went cold. "Don't mess up with the events of the past. Whatever you will do, different from what has been done, will change the future"
It felt like if Elena was about to run out of breath. Fear was having the best of her, when she realized it was all up to her actions.
"That means" Bonnie warned. "You know the story. Damon and Stefan are supposed to fall in love with her, fight and then die. You won't try to get into that process. Is that clear, Elena?"
She nodded, unable to do anything else.
This time it was just her who tensed.
Damon's hands went on her shoulders, massaging them. "It'll be okay" he whispered in her ear. "You'll do it right."
And as those words were said, she found herself back again.
She could win. She owed Damon one. She would have given him a normal life back.
"Let's begin"
"Lay on the bed." Bonnie ordered, as dead silence filled the room.
Elea found it hard to let go of Damon's.
He grabbed her arms, turning her to face him. And then their lips met, in a sweet and loving way.
Never , anybody could have imagined Damon could be such of a gentleman.
She stroked his cheek one last time and went on his bed.
"What now?" Elena demanded, trying to hide the storm that was forming in her stomach.
"Give me your left hand." The witch demanded, as Damon tensed and Elena layed down.
A slim knife was taken out from Bonnie's pocket. It glimpsed even in the faded light.
Elena jumped out a bit, taken aback. She obeyed soon after.
What could a cut be?
Her gaze didn't leave Damon's, who apprehensive and helpless stood there watching.
He clenched his fists, holding to something that gave him the strength in her brown eyes.
"Sancti tempu .." some words close to latin left the witch, as she closed her eyes to cut the vein on Elena's wrist.
The girl widened her eyes when she felt the cold material piercing slowly her skin.
Hell, if it hurt.
She bit her lower lips to held back the pain, succeeding.
But as soon the feeling invaded her, it left her body.
Some kind of a dizziness obfuscated her more and more, rendering her sight cloudy and unclear.
The last thing she felt was her own hands on the place of her heart.
The last thing she saw was those ocean-like cold blue puddles.
It was a quiet meadow the first thing I saw.
The chirping of the birds and the soft sound of the breeze running through the leaves of the trees were the only things that broke the quiet and pleasant silence.
I looked around to find something familiar.
The sight of a big and fancy white Victorian mansion made my jaw drop.
It was better than movies would show you.
I took a deep breath and placed my hands on my tiny and rigid tights. I figured out that it was a tight corset under a navy-blue silk material that caused that.
I brushed my fingers on the fabric of my stunning dress, then on the voluminous and flashy gown.
I smiled, but I actually think it was the closest expression to a grin of victory.
Bonnie had succeeded.
A sudden noise came from my back.
I turned, and almost got an heart attack when something from the darkness of the wood approached me.
It was coming.
In the meanwhile…
Katherine was sat on the couch of the Motel's room both Stefan and her had decided to rent for one night.
They were in Florida, and soon enough they would have made it to Jacksonville.
Of that, she was excited. A grin framed her perfectly shaped lips.
Now that the Klaus drama was over, she needed some time for herself.
Of course she would have liked to share it with a more willing Stefan, but he didn't seem to take his recovery so well.
He had barely said some words, except for the animated conversation in the car the night they had left Mystic Falls.
"Would you care?" She had questioned him, hoping for some of his emotions to be shown, leaning in, her voice soft with a thread of tenderness.
"Something inside of me wishes I could" Stefan was honest. "But I can't."
"Does that thing inside of you called conscious want you to care about me?" that dangerously beautiful little woman, so able to turn someone's words.
Would her manipulative skills be enough to get the ripper back to his humanity?
"I will never love you, Katherine." He was convinced of his statement. "So, stop hoping. It could break that almost invisible heart that you have, so well hidden".
Katherine jumped off, a bit. Her eyes went on the road to hide it.
Couldn't she actually feel anything?
Or… had he hit the right spot?
"Well.." her voice went unsteady. Stefan didn't miss that. He eyed her. " It's a pity. You know why? " she asked, rhetorical, as she stared back at him. "Because I love you, Stefan."
She didn't look away. Instead, she wanted to prove how true her words were.
How much, in so many years, the only man that had changed all of her plans, the only one she'd been thinking of for 147 years, was the one standing right in front of her.
She parted her lips to lean in and kiss him, but she stopped.
It was so not Katherine.
So not herself.
But that's what loving someone did.
The only thing that could explain the act was the fear of being pushed back.
"What is love to you?" Stefan spelled every single word carefully.
A brief pause, then the answer came out sharply and…hoping. For some change. "Never giving up. It means waiting. And I will, Stefan. I will wait forever" Katherine stated, firmly and solemn.
"All I need is a little bit of hope…" was her whisper, in order not to make her voice, tired from the previous revelation, unsteady.
"Hope for what?" he asked, cocky. It was as if he was amusing himself watching the manipulative bitch getting hurt.
Katherine saw that. "Hope that maybe" she looked away, shaking her head casually. " If I change…" she narrowed her eyebrows, finding it difficult to continue. Then again, their eyes met. He was almost making fun of her, but she needed to push him to the edge. To make him feel even the furthest feeling. "If I can prove to you that I'm worth loving…"
Her hopes were up when Stefan's narrowed expression crossed his face, all of a sudden. "Maybe someday, I'll be that girl for you again." There you go, she had completely exposed.
A sudden deep breath inside of her made her have herself back from the bitter memory.
Just one more scar to collect, Kath her mind was her best medicine to the…sadness( could it actually be it?) She felt.
"Katherine" someone's really well known voice called her steadily, from behind the couch.
Stefan was leaning on the closed door, his eyes piercing with something that stopped the breathing in her chest.
"What's wrong with you?" She beckoned an aware question.
His eyes went enlightened by a weird hint of impatience.
Stefan approached. "It's you".
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