Song for this chapter- Breakeven by the Script
Elena POV
I lay on my bed listening to my iPod. It felt so good to finally be back in my own home. I don't think I'll ever attempt to run away again. Aunt Judith was, of course, worried about me last night, but I told her that I had spent the night at Bonnie's. I don't think she believed me, but she didn't question it either. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes…
I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just praying to a God that I don't believe in
Cause I got time while she got freedom
Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even
The first of the tears fell down my cheek with the first verse. I still couldn't believe that Ricky was Damon and Stefan's cousin. Well, as I had found out, he wasn't actually their cousin, but Damon had changed him in 1834 and had, sort of, mentored him. He considered Stefan and Damon family.
Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even
I had told Ricky everything about Stefan and Damon. And he had known, the while time, exactly who I was talking about. He had been in New York looking for his Salvatore friends. When he woke up without me there, he figured I had gone back to them. But I hadn't; atleast not willingly.
What am I suppose to do when the best part of me was always you
What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and your ok
I'm falling to pieces
I'm falling to pieces
What angered me the most was that I trusted him with some of the things I had said about Stefan and Damon. I hadn't told him they were vampires of course, but then again he already knew that. But if he already knew that I knew, why didn't he tell me he knew them?
They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving
Cause when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven
A voice in the back of my head was telling me something was very wrong. I shot up in my bed, letting my headphones fall from my ears and onto my bed. I was out of bed so fast that I didn't notice the person standing in my room, near my window. I gasped and nearly screamed, but his hand was across my lips in a flash, silencing my screams. I struggled to get free; this could not be happening. What had I done? Scarcely, I could feel his fangs against the skin of my neck. But that wasn't what frightened me; it was the carelessness of his voice that scared me. He could kill me and he would even blink an eye.
"Now, now, Elena. Don't be scared," he was looking straight into my eyes, and I could tell he was compelling me. My mind flashed to my dresser, where I had put the vervain necklace.
"You're not scared of me; I'm your friend, your lover. We are in love, Elena, you and I." I could feel myself forgetting, it was a horrible feeling, and I tried to fight it, but…. But I didn't want to fight with him. I loved him, and he loved me. We were soul mates.
"I love you, Elena." He whispered.
"I love you… Ricky."
Damon POV
I was sitting in a chair in front of the fire with a glass of my cherished O positive blood, when I felt her terror. Stefan was in the chair next to me and I could tell he felt it too. Somewhere Elena was terrified. Her thoughts were confused and, suddenly they were very clear. She was in love. Or she thought she was. I looked at Stefan and he looked back at me with a horrified face.
"Damon we have to—"
"Find her. I know." I put my glass down and headed out the door with Stefan right behind me. We got into my car and drove until I could feel her close. I stopped the car in front of her house. Stefan and I looked at each other again, but this time the look was one of understanding. We got out of the car quietly, and headed for the front door. Judith and Jeremy were out so Elena wouldn't mind if we didn't come through the window. I pushed the door gently and it opened. We were able to enter, but only because we had already been invited in once. As soon as I was in the house a feeling washed over me, it was a feeling of pleasure. I was suddenly so consumed with love that even I thought I was in love with Frederick. Stefan was up the stairs before I had even recovered.
Stefan POV
I felt a feeling of love that I thought only I could her feel. I was so taken with my rage that I zoomed up the stairs before Damon had moved. When I opened the door my rage bubbled over the top. Frederick was lying on top of my Elena. He was kissing her with some serious passion, and she was kissing him back. I grabbed him by his hair, considering he wasn't wearing a shirt, and pulled him off of her. I threw him against the wall just as Damon entered the room. He took one look at a frightened Elena, with her shirt off and pants unbuttoned, and was next to me in a flash. He was in Frederick's face, and, honestly, he looked scary. His voice was threatening.
"Correct what you've done to her, child." He spat the last word. I let go of Frederick and he stumbled back over to the bed. He looked Elena straight in the eyes and said, "I was never here. You don't remember any of this. Go back to normal." Something flashed in her eyes and she came to. Her eyes moved over Frederick's body and then moved to Damon, and then finally to me. She clutched a blanket to her chest and got out of bed. Looking like she didn't really know what to do, she stood by the bed.
"Now leave, Frederick. And if I ever see you near my brother or near Elena again, I will kill you. And I assure you, it will not be pleasant." Damon growled and Frederick gathered up his clothes and left. Elena moved to Damon's side and whispered, "Thank you," and then she was in my arms. At first I wasn't sure what to do, wasn't sure why she had thrown her arms around me. Then I put my arms around her shoulders and hugged her to me. I looked up over her head to see the back of Damon's head walking out the door.
Damon POV
I knew as soon as she was in his arms what had happened. That horrid excuse of a vampire had compelled her into thinking that everything was back to normal. And normal to Elena meant that she was only in love with one person, or thing as we truly were. Even though this was what I wanted for her, I still felt some sense of lose. I would miss Elena, her dark hair that smelled of lilacs, and her chocolate eyes that noticed everything. Maybe I would even miss Stefan, but then again, maybe not. I got into my car and started it. I looked back at the house, with the room upstairs with the lights on, and said, "Goodbye, Elena, my love." and then I drove off, not really sure where I was going to end up.
P.S. IS anyone else disappointed that Ian Somerhalder (Damon off the show) is 32? It makes me incredibly sad. That means he's 24 years older than me. Damn.
