Okay, so this might be an emotional chapter. I like what's going to happen, but I still kind of wish it didn't have to happen…if that makes any sense. : (
Elena stared at the front door that Damon had just slammed in her face. All of her feelings about Stefan that Damon had numbed boiled inside her, but now her regret and sorrow over Damon was there, too. She shot up the stairs and into her room, almost running into Jeremy in the process. She slammed the door shut and locked it.
"Elena! What happened?" Jeremy said, his voice muffled from the door.
Elena collapsed onto her bed, "Leave me the hell alone!" She buried her face in pillows and sobbed.
"Elena! Elena!" Jeremy called, but eventually he gave up.
Why had she been so stupid? She knew it would hurt Damon, but she told him anyway! Why had she even told Elijah to set Stefan free anyway? She sobbed her heart and soul out onto her pillow until she fell into a deep sleep.
Damon walked aimlessly through the graveyard, a glass of bourbon in his hand. To be in fact, his eighth glass of bourbon. His head buzzed, but he didn't care.
Why had she done this to him? She must have known what would've happened. Even though Damon tried, he couldn't help but fall into his old ways because of grief. Why couldn't she just see what was right in front her? Didn't she realize that Damon loved her more than Stefan ever did? More than Stefan ever could?
She apparently didn't.
It was around 4 in the afternoon, so the temperature was slowly decreasing as night fell. Damon looked up from his feet to see a blonde haired blue eyed girl, around her twenties, kneeling by a grave marker. Damon sauntered over to her.
The girl looked up and saw him. Her eyes widened. Damon could see in her eyes her immediate lust for him. But he didn't want her. He wanted Elena. "Hi," she said. Her voice was high and pretty, kind of like bells.
Damon smiled seductively at her, or at least tried as best he could through his drunken stupor. "Hi." Apparently, his smile was a success, because her eyes lit up with interest and he watched them slide up and down his body. "Nice place to think, huh?" he said.
"Yeah, I come here all the time. Not just to visit, but to just think." Damon looked at the tombstone, it said Mary Williams.
"Is that your mother?" The girl looked at the tombstone and smiled sadly.
"Yeah."
"What's your name?"
"Carol," she said, getting up.
"Do you miss your mother, Carol?" Damon's bloodlust rose tremendously.
Carol closed her eyes, "Yes. A lot."
"You know, you'll see her again," Damon edged closer to her.
"You think so?" Her eyes opened again, they were hopeful.
"Yep." Damon flashed in front of her, frightening her. "Don't move," he said, compelling her. Carol started breathing heavily, her large blue eyes flitting around, terrified.
"What did you do to me?" She stayed completely still.
Damon ignored her, "I need you to listen to me, Carol. Because if you don't, I might have to kill you."
Her eyes widened and she burst into tears, "Please don't!" she pleaded.
"It all depends if you listen," he slurred. "Now," he put his hands on her shoulder, "I'm sad, Carol."
"Why are you sad?" she asked, still breathing hard.
"Because I can't be with the woman I love."
"Why can't you be with her?" she stuttered in fright.
"Because I am a messed up, alcoholic, murderous vampire, and she's human." Carol started crying even harder now. "And, if I was human, she might have loved me. But she won't. Not when I am what I am," he paused," Now, Stefan, he's everything she wants. Even though he betrayed her. Even though he is a vampire. But, she still loves him because he isn't me."
"M-maybe she does love you," Carol said, tears all dried up.
"No, she doesn't. But, the truth is, Carol, is that I'm not human. And I miss it. You don't know how much I miss it," his voice broke. He could feel himself begin to tear up—one of those rare moments. He couldn't help it. It just hurt too much. 146 years of hurt was built up inside him, and he couldn't handle it anymore. "But…it doesn't matter. Because I never will be human again. And I never will have her…that's my secret, Carol."
"I w-won't tell anybody," she whispered.
Damon looked into her blue eyes and said, "No, you won't…because I'm going to kill you." Her eyes widened and she shrieked, "Please! Please, don't! Please don't kill me! I don't want to die!"
"But, Carol…I have to. I have to...," he whispered as he felt the blood rush. He could feel his appearance change, his fangs emerge. Carol was screaming now. It echoed through the graveyard like a wolf's howl. His head bowed towards her neck and he bit down. Carol's shriek got higher. He felt her warm blood slide down his throat.
He hated that he was going to kill Carol. Elena didn't want him to kill.
But…it eased the hurt. And that's all he wanted. To ease the hurt.
Elena awoke with a start. Slowly, she got up and walked to her mirror. Her makeup was smeared all across her face like a raccoon. She pulled her hair out of the now messy ponytail.
She had ruined everything. She knew she could've healed with Damon by her side, but now that he was gone, it felt like her whole life came to a halt.
She walked over to her dresser and glanced at the clock: 11:00 PM. She opened a drawer halfheartedly and rummaged through her pajama drawer for some soft, comforting PJs.
Her heart stopped when she heard a familiar voice say, "Elena," behind her.
She whipped around, wanting to see beautiful icy blue eyes. But, she came face to face with also very familiar beautiful green eyes. Her heart stopped.
She let out a shaky breath. "Stefan."
Ooh, cliffie! I know, I know, this chapter is a big downer. It even put me in a bad mood. But, I had to. My writing instincts were screaming at me. I hate to see Damon that way in any episode, so writing it made me SUPER sad.
If you wanna see what happens soon, I better have 25 reviews!
