Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Vampire Diaries which includes both the book and T.V. series. Only L.J. smith owns the character's and anything affiliated with the Vampire Diaries series. I merely am writing a fanfiction plot I came up with and any made up character's that aren't affiliated with Vampire Diaries I do own.
Summary: No more longing for the moon, no more longing for the sun. No more can she curse for the things she has done. Reaching for what she once had, she leaves destruction, suffering and bodies in her wake. She is the Ripper. Is salvation a possibility for her, who will be the one to offer it to her? Prince charming on his white horse or the dark knight who will kill for her.
Author'sNote: Big thanks to tvdlover247 for continuing to be my beta reader. Thank you everyone for reading my stuff I am so sorry for the infrequent updates, I've just been so busy and I'm going to get busier this year probably until June - It's my last year so please bare with me. Also alot of stuff has happened in my family so I will try to keep up with this. My goal is to complete one of my TVD stories this year and I hope it's this one because it keeps drawing me back in!
Music: No song at this moment - Improvise! I am saving my best for the next chapter - I've got some treats outlined for the future chapters.
Instantly she stilled at the sound, her eyes resting on the half cracked open doorway to the room and peering into the darkened area beyond. They darted around the room quickly in search of an escape route—whether it be through the room's walls or the windows' glass.
Biting on her lip she slowly stood up from her spot on the bed and hastily ripped the slip of paper from the pad before folding it into a triangular shape. She rapidly sketched a rose with thorns on the plain side of the paper and shoved half of it in between the pages of the Bible on the bedside table.
Elena placed the Bible atop the bed and walked away from it slowly to retrieve her cell phone from her suitcase to send a quick text to Rowan. Shrugging on her leather jacket she stashed away her phone in her clutch before slinking past the doorway and over to the corner of the living room.
Pushing back the gauzy curtain she searched for a tear in the mesh that they'd found, probably made by many years of disuse. As soon as she found it, she pulled out the keycard she'd been handed earlier that night and slipped it through the slit. It'd be visible enough that if someone who searched for it – specifically Rowan—they would find it, especially after texting Rowan the whereabouts of the card.
She closed her eyes for a few moments before taking a steadying breath to steel her nerves. Slowly she walked towards the window next to the other window closest to the door and peeked around the edge of the curtain to see black booted feet rooted to the ground. Her fingers trembled as she tried to get a good look at the owner's face without giving her identity away.
Another hard knock shook her out of her daze and she jumped back from the curtain a hand over her heart as her throat tightened up and her mouth went dry.
When she pushed aside the curtain this time she was greeted with black boots attached to dark jeans leading up to blue, deep eyes. It took her a few seconds to step back, startled.
Elena's mind ran a mile a minute as she just stood there staring at the ground.
She took another calming breath before pressing herself against the wall behind the door.
Slowly she unbolted the locks and pressed herself tightly against the wall waiting for the
door to open.
The door gently swung open with a loud, echoing creak as the sound of heavy footsteps reverberated in the night and against the walls of the room. Elena dared not breathe or move an inch in fear of giving herself away. Her eyes trained themselves to the side where she knew he would be unveiled in front of her.
The scent of leather and spicy musk mixed with sandalwood and many other deep, alluring scents attacked her senses first before she saw him.
Her eyes took in his form as he walked past the doorway and into the living room cautiously. The doorway stayed open behind him, letting moonlight creep across the floorboards and onto his figure. Black tufts of hair were artfully mussed along his crown.
His fingers were clenched slightly and his movements stiff and hesitant.
With her own fingers clenching, she watched as he took steps deeper into the hotel room.
Every minute her body was urging her to either get out of there or to reveal herself and give in to him.
As quiet and quickly as she could, she stepped out of her spot and slipped out of the doorway and into the night.
She sped down the wooden steps not caring if someone spotted her inhuman speed.
As she ran, her stomach churned and her gut clenched in foreboding.
XxX
Elena sighed to herself and placed her head in her hands.
She sat in a booth of a small, dimly lit café god knows where in Denver; there was the hush of voices belonging to the few customers here.
Soft music played from some jukebox in the back, failing to lighten or darken the atmosphere. It was just insignificant noise to her ears at the moment.
A warm, half drunken coffee sat in front of her growing cold by the minute but she could care less—her head was elsewhere.
She felt stupid. Regret surged through her for running away.
Maybe she should just ask for help where help was due, but in her heart she didn't want to add more burdens to her friends and what was left of her family.
Was she hurting them more by staying away?
Elena felt that if she was there and behaved the way she did know, it would further
complicate the entire situation.
It was her weight to bear.
But seeing him again made her question everything—which is what she avoided doing up to this point because if she seriously and fully questioned herself and thought more about it, she knew she would have stayed.
To think it all started with an 'accident'. An accident she really didn't want to think much more about, it would cause her to further spiral.
She was on the road to recovery after all.
Slouching against the back of the vinyl booth she rubbed her eyes tiredly and gulped down the remaining half of her chilled coffee with distaste.
Elena retrieved her phone from her clutch as her free hand ran through her hair out of frustration and worry.
She was greeted with a text from Rownan.
Call me.
Getting up from her spot in the restaurant, she deposited a few bills onto the table before dialing the number.
"Hello?"
"It's me."
"Are you okay? What happened?" he asked worriedly.
She heard giggling and loud music in the background but ignored it.
"Nothing major, except I just almost had a face-to-face reunion with someone I really shouldn't." She knew he'd get the hint.
It was silent for a moment before she heard a rustling and movement on the other end.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine but it looks like I won't be returning for a bit – I left my luggage in the room."
She sighed and rubbed her eyes again in irritation.
"Want me to come get you? I can leave right now."
"No, I'm going to take a walk – I don't want to interrupt your 'fun'." She smirked humorlessly and tiredly at her words.
"If you need me there, just call. I've already had my fun three times over anyways." She heard him laugh which caused her to roll her eyes.
She got up and exited the café grinning slightly involuntarily.
"Okay too many details. I'm going now – play nice."
"Don't do anything I would do." He said jokingly.
"That's the best advice you've given me yet."
"Don't be mean; I'm leaving now before you hurt my feelings any more tonight."
"Aw well sorry, bye!"
Elena hung up before he could protest and she took a deep breath of cool air into her lungs.
Returning her phone to her purse she took a stroll down the dark and quiet street, the soft lighting of the café poured out from the windows and crawled a short distance across the pavement.
She gazed at her feet as she walked slowly, her breaths leaving in puffs of smoke.
The night was silent except for the soft chirp of crickets and a few cars going by in the distance. She even heard some houses' television sets blaring reality dramas.
By habit her arms curled around her form even though she wasn't cold – she always did this as if to either comfort or hold herself together in one piece.
She ducked into an open alleyway and started chewing on her bottom lip absently as she rubbed the palms of her hands against her arms briskly.
Elena had so many thoughts entering and leaving her brain that she almost missed the scrape of soles against worn asphalt. Every hair on her body prickled and she felt her muscles tense. Her blood pumped furiously in her body—adrenaline rushing through her, ready for a fight or an escape.
The footsteps behind her were paced and calm at first, but as soon as Elena sped up even
slightly, so did the person behind her.
She wasn't scared of the person behind her necessarily; she was more frightened for them if they were human and she was scared that it could be anyone from Mystic Falls who would recognize her – namely people like Bonnie, Caroline – the whole Scooby Gang.
Elena turned sharply out of the alleyway and down a corner.
It was when the wind picked up for a short breeze did she stiffen at the scent that had assaulted her not once tonight, but twice. Her blood went cold as her fingers dug into her clothed flesh and her teeth clenched.
Elena ducked into another quiet seemingly unoccupied alleyway quickly, she was trying to shake him but she doubted she could do it.
She heard a car behind her and instinctively she lifted her gaze to see a familiar car heading down in the opposite direction.
Her eyes narrowed in curiosity.
Isn't that Damon's car?
What does it matter; I should be distancing myself from him.
Where is he heading though?
Shouldn't you be happy that he's away from the motel?
As her eyes focused on the front seat's windows she heard Damon's voice as he spoke with a familiar voice she knew as well as her own.
Jer?
Elena stood there with widened eyes as numerous thoughts ran a mile a minute through her brain. Her lips were curled into a frown and her brows furrowed in concentration.
Catching her bottom lip between her teeth her body stilled entirely in shock as her eyes widened further and her lips parted.
All along, the motel that she was staying at.
Was it possible that they were at the same motel?
Her legs moved before the thought entered her mind; they took her out of the shadows of the alleyway.
That was her worst mistake because the unmistakable scent of sandalwood hit her strong enough to dumbfound her for a few seconds.
Her body was hit with another wave of panic.
That was all it took for her to be pulled tightly against a hard body and her protests to be silenced by calloused fingers.
Author's Note: Hope you liked it, bare with me and thanks for reading~ =D
