Disclaimer: I do not own any of the vampire diaries

Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in so long. I've been so busy with GCSE coursework and all that s**t, that I haven't had time to write another chapter. I am now on holiday, in none other than the setting of my story, Whitby. I am here with my best friend Mel and my fugly trousers. Long story.

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 7

Nothing had happened for a few days and I had started to think that the dreams and the news reports had been a fluke, (admittedly a creepy fluke, but a fluke all the same) but Matt had still not been found, and the blue eyes were haunting my every thought, even though I hadn't seen them in almost two weeks.

I walked into work and automatically looked around for Teresa. She was just emerging from the partition between the Rock Shop and the Café. When she saw me, she smiled and handed me my apron. I tied it around my back and smiled back at Teresa.

'How are you this morning?' She asked as she turned the sign on the Rock Shop door from closed to open.

'I'm fine. Sorry I haven't been around lately, I've just had a bad case of the flu.' I lied, and smiled as the first couple of customers started to trickle through the door.

'Well, as long as you are okay now.' Teresa said as she walked over to help the customers. I nodded and got to work.

I worked over-time, and skipped my lunch break and worked until closing time, in order to make up some of the time that I had been off. A number of times Teresa told me to take a break, but I refused. In all honesty, I was scared in case I saw the blue eyes again.

At the end of the day, I untied my apron, hung it up in the back of the shop and turned the sign around before saying goodnight to Teresa. She offered to drive me home, but I told her I needed the walk.

I walked over the bridge and through the cobbled streets, lit only by the street lights along the curb of each road. When I got to the end of Whitby, I took a right and walked up another street before I came to the Cinder Track old railway. I walked along through the woods, taking the longer way round. I decided that I needed time to think. The blue eyes originally started to completely creep me out, and the coincidences were just too ironic. The further the dreams progressed however, I realized that I was acting a lot more…independent, for want of a better word. I was a lot more in control of my actions, and I realized that every night when I was in the alleyway in my dreams, I was looking forward to the moment when the blue eyes appeared. I shook my head in dismay when all of a sudden, fog started to creep through the gaps between the tree trunks. I looked around, and saw a murder of crows flying overhead, cawing loudly.

I realized it had got a whole lot darker since I had started walking. In hindsight I probably should have got Teresa to give me a ride home. I shook my head again, realizing that it was too late to turn back, I was more than half way home now. I pulled my jacket tighter around me, ducked my head further back into my hood and kept walking.

I continued on, and just as I was coming to a tunnel, I saw a shape lying on the dirt under the tunnel. I walked closer and bent down. Then, I stood up and stumbled backwards, holding in a scream. When I came to the tunnel wall I leant against it and sank down to the floor, sobbing. This is a dream, this has to be dream. Please let it be a dream. I kept repeating that like a mantra to myself as I tried to control my hysterical sobs. I sat there for what seemed like hours, but must really only have been a few minutes, before I heard someone come towards me, walking over the autumn leaves littering the floor. They walked over, bent down and took the tops of my arms in their hands, and pulled me up, before wrapping their arms around me tightly. I pressed my head into their chest as one of their hands held my head closer, gently smoothing my hair. I felt the person's cheek resting on the top of my head. I sobbed into the persons shirt, creating a damp circle where my tears seeped through the fabric. Eventually my sobs quieted and I looked up. A pair of deep, ice blue eyes looked down at me, concerned. I went to stumble back, but tripped. Before I could fall and hit my head on the floor however, a pair of strong muscly arms wrapped protectively around my waist, catching me. The arms helped me to stand and as I straightened up, my arms wound up around the neck of my companion, drawing their head down to mine. I kissed them softly. Their fingers ran gently through my hair and I allowed my hands to travel slowly down to the neck of his t-shirt. I grabbed a fistful of the shirt and, not allowing our mouths to part, I walked backwards, dragging the person with me until my back hit the stone wall of the tunnel. My hands moved up and fisted themselves in the guy's hair. He pulled back and I looked curiously into his eyes, asking him silently why he stopped. In answer, he pulled me closer, buried my head in the crook of his neck, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I let a few more tear leak out of the corner of my eyes and I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried unrestrainedly into his shoulder. He stood there, holding me and soothing me until I cried myself out. I looked back up into the strangers eyes. I silently plead with him. He lowered his head once in recognition of what I wanted. He slowly and carefully backed me up against the wall once more, and bowed his head down, gently pressing his lips against mine. His tongue hesitantly asked for access, and I complied. These kisses were not as rushed, but even more meaningful than the kisses in my dreams. I pulled back slightly and looked at my companion once more. He seemed to know what I'm thinking, and nodded once again, before he unwrapped his arms from my waist and walked over to the shape on the ground. He bent down quickly and straightened up again. I started shivering as the guy walks back over to me. He shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. I smiled at him gratefully as I started to walk again. He wrapped an arm protectively around my waist, pulling me closer. Together we walked like that through the woods and the fields back home.

When I arrived at my front door, I fished my key out of my bag and turned the key in the lock, the door swinging open silently. I went to walk forward, but my companion's arm prevented me from moving. I turned to look at him and he shrugged, before motioning with his head to the door. I shook my head slightly, before reaching up and kissing him lightly. His arm unwound from around my waist and he let me step back. I walked inside and took one look at the darkened living room, before I poke my head back out my door.

'Would you…would you mind staying with me tonight?' I asked timidly. The guy shook his head and walked closer, stopping at the front door with a smirk. He looked at me pointedly and I gasped, forgetting my manners.

'Of course, how rude of me. Come on in.' I said, stepping back to let the blue eyes in. They walked in and sat down on the couch. I walked up the stairs and the guy followed. When I got to my room, I opened the wardrobe and peer closely at the rows of Jeremy's old sweats. I pulled a pair of faded blue sweats and a baggy t-shirt from a hanger, before I motioned for the guy to sit on the edge of my bed and wait, before I left my room and headed to the bathroom. I jumped in the shower quickly before I got out and dried myself on a towel and dressed in Jeremy's old clothes, before I opened the door and walked back to my room. The guy was sprawled on one half of my bed, and had turned the television on. He put the news on as I walked back into the room and sat down. I started to towel dry my hair as I watched the television screen.

'The body of Matt Donovan was found mutilated in a tunnel by a dog-walker this evening. The curious thing is…Matt Donovan is in ICU in the Mystic Falls General Hospital. Though he was mutilated, he is still alive, but in a coma, suffering from severe shock and blood loss.'

I choked on a sob as a picture of Matt's mutilated body flashed up on the screen next to the newsreader. The guy next to me wrapped his arms protectively and comfortingly around me, pulling me backwards onto the bed, and laid down, encouraging me to lie down next to him. I did and I rested my head on his shoulder, placing one arm over his chest. He wrapped his arm around my back and rested his hand lightly on my hip. His other hand gently smoothed my hair off my shoulder and behind my ear. His cheek rested gently on my head and he turned the television off. I sobbed for a while, until my tears ran out and I yawned. I settled down, burying my head further into the guys shoulder. Just before sleep took me, I had enough energy to ask one question 'What's your name?' I asked, yawning again. The guy was silent for a long time and I almost thought he had fallen asleep. Eventually he answered. 'You already know me. You just have to think about me, and about where you know me from. Trust me, you know me, it will just take some time for you to remember me.'

'Well then. Thank you. For staying with me tonight.' I said quietly.

'You're welcome. And, Elena?' He said just as quietly

'Yes?' I asked in response, too tired to ask how he knew my name.

'I'm so sorry.'

'What for?'

'For everything. For the dreams, for what happened to Matt, everything.' Before I can say anything in response, I'm asleep.