I'm Glamorous, Famous

Notorious, Dangerous

But You're Crazy

"Noir" - Lana Del Rey

Being back in Mystic Falls made me feel strange. I felt that I had traveled the world and back, although I was just part of the shitty drug life. Spending time with Elijah meant that I couldn't do drugs. In a way I guess he was helping me through the pain of withdrawal. "Elena?" I was brought out of my thoughts. I looked over at Elijah who was sitting next to me on a park bench.

"Hmm?" I replied.

"Do you need anything?" Drugs, I thought.

"No, you have done enough," I said, not caring that I was being a bit snippy. He was the one who brought me back against my will.

"I'm here if you need me," Elijah said as he stood up and walked away. I continued to sit on the bench and reflect on my life. I remembered my parents and the way my mother would smile at me. I remembered meeting Bonnie and Caroline and becoming friends with them. I thought about the first time I met Stefan and Damon and how I felt. They were too beautiful to be humans. I remembered my short life with Freddie and the parties that we went to. As I thought about these things, I watched people as they passed by, I didn't even notice the time passing before me. As it got darker I realized that I should probably find a place to stay. I didn't want to go back home, it would have been to weird for me. I got up and left the park, hoping my feet will take me somewhere safe.

I ended up at a motel on the outskirts of town. I was in the "drug district," there is a "drug district" in every town. I hadn't taken a shot since I was shot. I chuckled to myself at that thought. I checked in to the motel and then went out to search for a dealer. It was a while before I found one, which surprised me. The deal was quite fast and easy, cash and then drugs.

Back at the motel I felt like I was in heaven again. It was fucking bliss.

When my eyes opened again, I knew I wasn't in the motel room that I rented the night before. I was looking up at a high ceiling and this bed was way too comfy to belong in a motel. Slowly I sat up and looked around me. I was wrapped in black sheets and looking at wooden walls and books and high glass windows. This room belonged to a very classy, high educated man. Elijah. Anger coursed through my veins. This is the second time he butt his way into my life.

Getting out of the bed I slipped on clothes that were left at the foot of the bed and tried my best to sneak downstairs. I was about a foot away from the door when something whooshes around me and I find myself standing in the kitchen. Fuck you vampire speed.

"Did you sleep well?" He said. His back turned to me.

"I would have slept better in the motel." I said.

"I'm sure you would have," he scoffed.

"Why do you keep butting your way into my life?" I asked.

"I'm trying to help you Elena." Elijah finally turned towards me. "I don't want to you doom yourself to a premature death."

I looked away from him and said, carefully, "Elijah, I appreciate your effort, but I don't want this life anymore. I'm sick of you vampires, and I just want to be a normal human-"

"Is drugs your way of normal human?"

"That's besides the point." I said, "now if you excuse me I'm going to get on with life and see where it takes me."

"Why not just stay here?" I knew that question was suppose to stop me. I mean Elijah is offering his home to me. I turned to him and said the only thing I knew.

"But you're crazy."

I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time. I am back and plan to write a chapter a week. Some may be shorter than others... Like this one for example. Sorry and thanks for waiting.

Lamiya.