Get Up, Get Up, Get Up

I always knew I would write a songfic for the Sacrifice episode (2x21 The Sun Also Rises) since I saw it. It was just such an intense episode, with no dull moments (except between Caroline, Tyler, and Matt…I didn't really care about them… but hey, you have your own opinions, so I hope as long as I don't take offence at your opinions, you won't take offence at mine)…I wanted it to be focused a lot on John, because I liked his character so much… but I'll write another for him I guess…In his own way, he was always doing his best to protect his daughter, so he was a good character and I liked him. This fanfic is devoted to Jenna, for we will always miss her.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries, although if I did, the season finale would be a lot different. I don't think Elena and Damon had any chemistry (please don't get mad at me, this is my opinion, and I'm just ranting), that she was just kissing him goodbye, that it got royally blown up in her face when Katherine came in with a cure. A message to my friend who's never on fanfiction so I don't know why I'm putting this, maybe because she made me mad today for multiple reasons, Elena did not tell Damon she loved him, only that she liked him. Basically that she cared about him (something we already knew). I think she thinks of him as a brother more than anything. She was just trying to have him die with little to no regrets, and not have to live with the fact that no girl really has loved him (except for the fangirls….! But Damon's character anyway…not just the hot looks courtesy of Ian Somerhalder)…

Anyway's Julie Plec (the executive producer of TVD) said this:
Elena, as we know, is one of the most compassionate people on the show — if not
the most compassionate. It's her own Achilles' heel, how much she cares about others. So the extent to which she cares about certain people is always going to be a struggle for her. In that moment, Damon needed her forgiveness and her love, and she needed to give it to him. It was very pure for her. There's a lot that happened in that moment, and season 3 is gonna be about exploring what it means to her, what it means to Damon, and certainly what it means to the Damon-Elena-Stefan relationship.

In my opinion I think it will always be Stelena, and I don't think Stefan will be gone for long because the show is all about this love triangle, and you can't have a love triangle if one part of it is MIA. And my message to Stefan: Come back! I love you! You need to be with Elena!

And Katherine is a B#%H. That's all I'm going to say. And don't hate people, I'm just venting my feelings. I respect you're opinions and feelings.

Anyway the song is Get Up, Get Up, Get Up by Barcelona. Here's a link:.com/watch?v=OkTwjTievbk

And here's the video that gave me the idea for using this song:

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And By the Way Review please…well that and read this and my other songfics.

Five days after black and red collide
the motion sickness passed

The death of John and Jenna brought a thick depression over the group, much thicker than it had been before. A wall was built over every person, blocking them from the pain of anyone else. It was to much, especially for Jeremy and Elena, who had lost every parent or parental figure they had ever had.

Elena had never felt so alone.

Memories of that night, haunted her, and she relived them every night in her dreams whether she wanted to or not. But she learned to handle them with time, to shrug them off, tell the brothers that nothing was wrong, that she'd heard something in the night that caused her to jump. That she was a light sleeper.

I'll be the first to stand
behind that weathered door
I thought it would be safest

"If you come back as a vampire, I'll stake you myself." Damon had said, clutching Elena in his arms and whispering, "So don't…because I can't stand the idea of you hating me forever." He knew very well there would be a day, sooner than he wanted, than any of them would want if they knew about it, that he would die. And despite him being upset about the idea of leaving her when she'd already lost so much, he'd accepted it. Because accepting the fact made him stronger than struggling with it. It made him able to help her until he wasn't able to any longer. To help her understand what wasn't understandable.

My head is dizzy now
I thought we'd overcome
we might not make it home tonight

That night, they'd been so afraid, all there lives seemed to be on the line. And there was nothing to stop the sacrifice from happening, it was to late for that. They watched it play out, knowing that someone wasn't going to be alive when the sun rose. And praying that the night would last forever, so they'd never have to see that person go. Silently hoping it would be their own fate to never see the sun again, instead of those they loved.

Crawling on the ash, she's pitiful
she's lost her sense of light

"Jenna, I'm not going to let that happen, I don't care what I have to do." In the end it didn't matter, in the end, Elena had to speak the words that she never wanted to, to accept the fact that her Aunt would not be around to see the sun another day. That all her aunt would ever see would be the darkness, and the death that it brought, "Just turn it off. Jenna, turn it off. You won't be scared anymore."

Elena had never felt so alone.

Memories of that night, haunted her, and she relived them every night in her dreams whether she wanted to or not. But she learned to handle them with time, to shrug them off, tell the brothers that nothing was wrong, that she'd heard something in the night that caused her to jump. That she was a light sleeper.

But they knew she was lying.

She has to hold my hand
had I known we might be
two kids without their jackets

But although they knew she was lying, they didn't say anything about it, because they were haunted by the sacrifice ritual, also, or at least Stefan was. Everything he'd seen had been worse that anything he'd ever experienced.

"I need to do something, this can't happen. None of it."He'd heard Elena say as she paced the small length of the ring she was trapped in. And for one small moment,even though he knew there wasn't a possibility for him to trade places with her (although he would in a hearbeat if it was possible) he regretted the fact that he wasn't there to save her. But he was there to save the life of one of the people closest to her. An innocent, caught up in the ordeal, all because he'd come to town. And so what he was doing was the second best thing in his opinion.

"Quite the predicament. You know, it's funny all this talk about preserving family, Here's Stefan. Granting your wish." Klaus said evilly. Stefan resented the fact that he'd left Elena alone for even a moment with this cruel man who gave no thought to ending any life but his own.

"Stefan." Elena said to him, scared out of her mind for him, willing him to go away, so she wouldn't have to watch him die, too. Because she knew that she wasn't getting out of here alive, and that Jenna most likely wasn't either. Because there had to be a reason Klaus chose her to sacrifice instead of the dozen other vampires in Mystic Falls.

Stefan nodded, "It's okay." He was content with his decision, and he wasn't about to back down.

"Well, who's it going to be, Elena?"

She looked shocked that he'd ask her to make such an impossible decision, because it was impossible to choose between two people you love so dearly. She had no answer for him, and she knew she never would." No."

"Well don't worry, it's actually no choice."Elijah said as he stabbed Stefan in the back with a stake.

"No, Stefan! No!" Elena screamed, scared for him, for all of them because she knew they were doomed.

"I have other plans for your boyfriend. I want him alive." That sent relief through Elena, even though at the same time she met the climax of her fear, realizing that nothing would be able to save her aunt.

My fear would come alive
I wouldn't love her now
she might not make home tonight

Stefan had woken up, pain coursing through him as he tried to move.

Elena had been the first thing he had saw, her face, broken, tears running down her face. Jenna's ring of fire was gone, too, he noticed. And that meant that the reason she was crying was not because he himself was about to die in the sacrifice, but because someone had already died in the sacrifice. Jenna. He turned his head and saw the body, which looked like concrete, with prominent veins running throughout, and with a tear flowing from her closed eyelid. "No." He whispered, not wanting it to be true. Wishing that he was the one who was dead, instead of Jenna.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered to Elena, who looked so broken as she sat in the middle of the last remaining circle of fire. She put her finger over her mouth, signaling for him to be quiet as she murmured , "Shh…" and then "Are they going to kill him?" And in that moment he saw a mixture of sorrow and furious anger towards Klaus written on Elena's face . A wishing, hoping for his death. A hope for vengeance he had never once seen in Elena's eyes.

"Yes." He whispered back, wanting the same thing she did .Because what Klaus did meant that he needed to pay the highest price possible.

Stefan was distracted by Elena. So much that he didn't notice that Klaus was walking towards them until Elena's eyes shifted away from Stefan. Then he saw her look towards Klaus, who was walking towards them casually, strolling. As if he did that everyday. Ends hope, lives, ends everyone.

Stefan struggled to get up, pain coursing throughout his entire body. With his injury, he knew that he would be happy to lie there and never again have to move, because that would hurt less than getting up. Because getting up required moving, which was something the stake wedged in his spine did not want to let him do.

He stopped struggling for a moment, watching what was going on around him, even though he knew with every piece of his being what was about to happen. "It's time." Klaus said to Elena, the fire making a ring around her fading, and then completely disappearing, as if had never before been.

Elena, on her knees in the middle of the ring of ashes, looked so helpless, so full of disbelief at what was about to she wasn't helpless, or maybe she was. Because there was nothing she could do to stop what was about to happen. Just as there had never been something she could do. One day, she knew from the bottom of her heart, that a doppelganger would die. So if not her, than who? No one else deserved her life. In fact, she never had done anything to deserve such as the horrors she had seen.

Stefan watched as Elena started to walk away from Klaus, not looking behind her. Being brave, perhaps, to not look at your enemy in fright. Or perhaps it was an attempt to shield herself from seeing her boyfriends saddened face at her death. To not see that someone cared. To make it easier on herself. Nevertheless, Stefan knew he couldn't give up, couldn't watch this play out without trying to stop it. But it was a mute point, his body would not budge off the ground.

Then, after Elena's made it to where Jenna's body is, Stefan can barely look away from her face. At the mixture of sadness, grief, and disgust toward the man who had taken her aunt away from her. A man that was standing right behind her.

That man, Klaus, took her chin in his hand gently, carefully, as if she would break if he didn't. Sadness is in his eyes as he talks to her, "Thank you, Elena."

Elena, who had been avoiding looking at Klaus, struggling weakly, because she knew it was useless, finally looked him hard in the eyes. "Go to hell." Her tone so hard and empty that it shocked Stefan. Because he couldn't stand to see her looking like that. So hurt, so vicious. And he wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms, and make it all okay. Even though he knew nothing would ever truly be okay ever again.

As Klaus leaned closer to her, making sure all hair was off the right side of her neck, Stefan found energy within himself. He pulled himself into more than half a push up stance, and then fell. The energy his love for her gave him was not enough. Because it wasn't the physical pain that crippled him. It was the inability for his mind to cooperate with his body.

And as he collapsed to the ground, his eyes didn't leave the scene before him. He watched as Klaus bit Elena, watched her content, sad face as she faced death. Heard her gasp, saw her mouth open as she is filled with the pain of blood being drained from her body. Saw her finally look at Stefan, as her mind screamed at him, don't watch! She didn't want him to see this, couldn't bare to see the look on his face.

"No…" He whispered as he watched the energy fade from her once lively body. Elena felt lightheaded and a sudden heavy exhaustion, as she realized that it didn't hurt anymore. She was in a tired numbness.

Stefan watched her eyes blink, and then flutter, as if she couldn't hold on anymore. His mind screamed nooo! to her, but out of his moving lips came nothing. And then, Klaus let go of her, blood running from his mouth, his eyes filled with absolute power as Elena fell to the ground. Her body was limp, as if she was nothing more than a rag doll. As if she had never once been anything more.

get up… get up… get up… get up…

I need you…

He felt as if there was so much they hadn't done, that they needed to do. That she needed to grow up. That if he could turn back time to when he first met her, he would run away. Because nothing, nothing, was worse than loosing her. And he was so afraid that when she did turn into a vampire, that for some reason, he would loose her. His mind begged for the night to be taken back, for her to open her eyes and walk over to him. To tell him she was fine. Yet she didn't move.

get up… get up… get up… get up…

At the funeral the next day, Alaric ddin't know what to feel. He'd seen Jenna's body earlier, and couldn't believe it. His mind couldn't wrap around the fact that everything could change so suddenly, and that her eternity as a vampire, hadn't lasted more than a few hours. And all he could think was, wasn't he supposed to get more time with her? And, why couldn't she have lived as a vampire? He still would have loved her, cared for her.

It didn't hit him until he lied the rose on the unmarked grave where she lay, that she was truly gone. And then he did the only think he could do...He headed to the bar to get drunk.

get up… get up… get up… get up…

As memories haunted them, plagued them, secretly they wished they could take back everything and make it right. Sacrifice there own life, because the other person was to dear to them to let go. But it didn't matter what they wished, because they couldn't take back time. And that person would still be gone when they woke up in the morning.

They could only be happy for the girl they still had, who had died but came back because of the sacrifices of those she loved. They knew things would never be the same, that it was a drastic change. But after all the sorrow, they still had one thing to be slightly happy about.

That despite all the thoughts of doubt that they'd survive, that Elena would survive, they had made it. They made it through hell and back, because they worked together through the pain and the doubt, the arguing and tension.

And the little strand of hope, they knew would carry them through the dark times, until they were strong enough to get up and emerge from the darkness.

R.I.P. Jenna Sommers