A/N: Fair warning- you may cry, or may not, it depends on who you are. Expect tears, rain, explanations, and, just like I promised, lies.
I also keep forgetting to mention that: I do not own Vampire Diaries or the characters.
Reflections open the pages of your mind. One glimpse into your reflection and the world can know all the secrets, the lies that have been pinched away from society.
As Elena stood in the middle of her floor, mentally ridiculing her long, flowing, summer dress, the reflection foretold what lay beyond. But in this moment, her heart felt light and joyful as she stroked her stomach, now one month along.
Her eyes were brimmed with unshed tears, threatening to spill over onto her pampered skin.
"My little baby." She sang as she twirled around her room slowly.
The dark crow was sat on the branch, watching her as she twirled around her room, hands rested gingerly upon her stomach.
The crow gave a light squawk before flying off into the sky once more.
Suddenly, she stopped, snapping her head towards her window where the bird-like noise had directly come from. Slowly, Elena tip-toed towards the window, peeking her head out.
She was met with pale sunlight, the familiar scent of freshly cut grass inhaled.
A soft chuckle emerged from her lips as she shook her head at the paranoia that was beginning to form.
The bottom of her toes were smoothed out across the wooden floor, her yellow dress flowing, ripples on the ocean, as she continued her session of light twirling.
Salvatore Boarding House (Damon Point of View)
A glass of bourbon in hand, I began to pace around the deadly silent room. The fire in the corner crackled, bringing a form of life into the room, pouring the tinged orange light into the still-empty house.
My hand gripped the glass tighter as the thoughts of the blonde-haired man came into mind.
Him touching her made me shudder.
Elena loving him made me shudder.
No one touches my Elena.
The glass shattered within my hands, the red liquid pouring down.
The remains of the glass lay shattered on the floor, just as my heart.
Later that day in town…
Surprisingly, Damon had gone against his thoughts, deciding that making a public appearance was better than moping in the parlour, drinking his bourbon, all alone.
All alone.
For the past week, he had to continuously remind himself each time as he flew over the Gilbert residence, that he could never step foot in her room ever again.
Stepping onto the freshly cut grass, he immediately scolded himself for wearing the dress shoes.
"Well, look what the devil presented." A voice hissed.
He rolled his eyes as his met the pair behind the voice.
"Why, greetings to you too, Bonnie." His signature smirk was plastered onto his face.
A certain strange note was struck in Bonnie. His once devious smirk was now saddened, heart-broken.
She let out a long sigh, "How can I ever trust you again, Damon?" Bonnie's patience with him had worn thin as she waited continuously for his answer. When none came, she turned on her heel, heading towards the small shops, shaking her head through the small journey.
His feet ventured on, head elsewhere at the moment. The brush of the grass against his shoes made a light blade noise.
With each confused face that he greeted, his head grew more aware of his current surroundings.
A yellow dress is what fully brought him back to the present. It was flowing along with each move of the mysterious, masqueraded woman, standing behind a tall gentleman.
Damon inched forward, unsure of his actions. The dark chocolate hair flowing down her back caused his throat to dry.
It seemed that time stilled; the popcorn vendor handing a bag to the little child, the mayor about to speak before the microphone, Mrs. Forbes' hand about to clench behind her back as she chatted with a new vampire, all the towns' people stilled.
He continued on until he reached the back of the mysterious woman. Lightly, he tapped her shoulder.
The dark, menacing clouds rolled in, creating a wave of heads gazing up to see what lays ahead for the weather. Slowly, the rain began to fall upon the heads of the crowd. Time pressed play. Light gasps emerged as many rushed inside their small homes and shops, while others stood in awe at the light rain drizzling down, lightly tapping their scalps and shoulders.
The brunette slowly twirled around to meet the face behind the tapping hand, "Yes?"
Stop. Time completely stopped.
His heart shattered, it wasn't her. Standing before him was Janice Brown, a sophomore at the high school.
Eyes closed, he sat in his car, listening to the beating of the rain against the windows, sliding down the glass into the pit of puddles that were beginning to form.
Suddenly, he was grasped and tugged out of his meditation, by a luscious voice, yelling,
"Why did it have to rain!"
Head snapped up, Damon made out another yellow dress appearing in the field.
If his heart had a thud, he would be laying on the ground, lifeless.
Elena.
His feet made contact with the door as he kicked like he never had before. Jumping out, his feet barely touched the ground before he began running towards his life, now frozen in the middle of the field, watching intently.
Cue the love song.
The townspeople carrying umbrellas gazed on as the pale figure scrammed as fast as he could with the river of mud below his feet.
Just feet away, one foot fell in front of the other, sending him flying forward into the mud pit below.
Elena couldn't help but giggle as she watched him struggle back to his feet.
His feet didn't seem to cooperate as one held it's ground, the other seemed slip. Finally, he made it to his feet, straightening his back, a slight frown on his face.
The rain had matted the pair's hair to their face as they stood in the field, one staring, the other glaring.
The game of staring and glaring continued on, silence prevailing. The rain grew heavy, causing Elena to worry for the sake of her child.
She turned on her heel, beginning to walk back to her home. Before she made it to the end of the field, a hand gripped her arm, a crab's claw pinching it's prey.
"Elena, at least let me drive you home." She shook her head in defiance, "I can walk there perfectly fine." She struggled to be removed from his grip.
"Come on now, you're pregnant." He frowned at his words.
Her eyes locked with the road before her, knowing perfectly well that it would be dangerous to walk. She slugged out of his loosening grip. Not looking him in the eyes, she replied, "Fine, but that's it."
Silence filled the car as he started the engine.
He cleared his throat, attempting to break the silence, "So, I see that you've got a boyfriend." Damon gripped the steering wheel tighter, nails digging into the leather at the mention of her boyfriend.
Elena sat there, not knowing what to respond to what wasn't true, "I, well, I-I," She would forever regret these words, "guess you could call him my boyfriend."
Her heart felt like screaming the truth, yet her mind was against truth altogether.
Immediately, she wanted to jump out of the car just to get away from the lies.
His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, his speed increasing.
Eyes locked on the passing houses, she gasped as she saw her home fly by.
"Damon, you passed my house."
The speed increased, "I know," Before she could respond, he continued, "Elena, I have to explain the truth."
She inhaled sharply, "I thought I already told you that I already saw the truth."
The speed jumped up farther, "What you saw was me drunk, heavily intoxicated beyond recognition."
Flashback to "the day"
Katherine's straightened hair flowed down her back as she whipped open the boarding house door. Her feet shuffled across the wooden floor towards the staircase, peeking into the parlour room where Damon was sitting by the fire, drinking heavily.
She bounced up the stairs, smirking the entire way.
I hope Stefan likes the straightened hair.
Her heart dropped as she opened the door to Stefan's room, revealing an empty bed with a single letter folded neatly on top.
Tears spilled over as she read the letter entitled to her,
"Katherine,
I am so sorry, my love, but I must leave town. I know that this is so sudden and a shock. We've spent so many precious moments together. Like the time in Paris when the elevator for the Eiffel Tower had broken down, leaving us stranded inside. The pictures from that night I have with me, always. Just like us, I will always carry a piece of you in my heart, wherever I am. I just hope that when we do meet again, it will be on good terms. My love for you can not be compared to any human's, it is far too great.
Love,
Stefan"
The note crumpled as she twisted her fingers into fists. She quickly jumped up, whipping the tears from her eyes.
Each step down the stairs, she slammed her foot onto wood, creating a vibration throughout the house.
"Elena, what's the matter?" Damon slurred as he slumped against the doorframe of the parlour.
A wicked smile spread across her face, a plan coming into mind.
"Nothing, Damon." She replied sweetly.
Present
Explanations were hard for Damon, so this one definitely topped his list of 'Never Do Again In Your Life'. The words came out in jumbles as he explained thoroughly that he was drunk and Katherine had portrayed herself as Elena.
The whole time, Elena was wringing her hands, thinking of how she could possibly explain the lie she just told.
"D-Damon." She cut him off suddenly.
He looked over in surprise at her sudden interruption, "Yes?"
She didn't dare look him in the eyes, but rather looked forward to the road, "What I said before about my boyfriend," Her eyes widened, "Damon! Look out!"
He jolted forward as the car spun around in a circular motion, sending bits of the tires to the ditches.
Everything began to slow down as Damon's mind began to go into panic mode. For some reason, he fought every urge to not use his vampire gifts, for fear that he would hurt Elena and her child.
The car flipped onto the passenger side, sliding against the pavement, sparks flying in every direction.
Black dots began to appear in her vision, sending her into a world of darkness, head slumping forward.
Damon watched her head slump forward, fear rising within him.
"Elena! El-" The car slammed into a group of trees, the hood caving in.
Before the darkness won over him as well, he reached over to Elena and pulled her in close, using himself as a human shield.
A/N: Just to clear things up: please ignore the part of the other chapter where Damon says that Katherine compelled him. Rather, stick with the storyline that he was heavily drunk and she portrayed herself as Elena.
On the other hand: I'm wicked, I know. I keep throwing drama and twists in.
Next chapter- Someone dies? Lots of tears to come.
Remember to review; NEW Hints (for the next chapter): Death, tears, Katherine *smiles wickedly*