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No One's POV
Deciding, to drink the night away, Damon Salvatore walked through the doors of the local bar in town. Looking around, the bar was practically empty except for one female on the stool, throwing her head back, swallowing the shot of tequila. With a smirk, he sauntered toward the unoccupied seat next to this brunette who seemed to enjoy herself.
Ordering two glasses of the strongest drinks the bar can offer, the stranger seemed impressed. "And why would a fine man like you want to drink this lonely and crappy night?" the brunette slurred and asked, clearly a bit tipsy. "I have my reasons, you?" Damon said, taking off his jacket. "Family is my issue." Not caring that she was talking about her family with a dark haired stranger. "I guess that could be my excuse." He replied, flashing a cocky grin at her. "I'm Rebekah." The brunette introduced herself, her name catching Damon off guard as his grin faltered for a second. "I'm Damon." He replied, regaining his cool. As if it were timed perfectly, the two glasses were ready as the bartender placed them in front of Damon. Taking one glass in his hand, he pushed the other towards Rebekah before saying, "Drink up."Catching it in her hand with one swift move, she smirks before taking a long sip, keeping her eyes on him with seduction playing in her dark eyes.
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As soon as he had gotten the door of the motel room they had reserved for the night, he roughly kissed her lips while walking them to the clean bed with white sheets, not breaking the lip swelling kiss. Gently yet quickly pushing her down the bed, he crawled over her while placing sloppy and wet kisses all over her neck and jaw line.
Only minutes later, they both managed to undress each other, even though they were both not aware of what was going on, considering that they were drunk. Without any words being spoken, he was giving her pleasure as the sound of her moans filled his ears. Both reaching the end of the pleasuring experience, he rolls off of her, reaching into his jacket which was resting on the chair next to the bed. Pulling out a small pocket knife, he rolls back over on his side, watching her chest quickly rise and fall. With his free hand, he lightly runs a finger on top of her chest, circling the area where her heart lies beneath her flesh. Watching her stare into his blue eyes, he gives a small smile before quickly shoving the knife into her chest, as her eyes widened and her mouth agape, pain written all over her face."I've always preferred my women blonde." He stated as her face relaxed, her entire body going limp.
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Stopping his car at the outskirts of town, Damon dug a hole before placing the corpse of the beautiful brunette in the hole. Burying the blood stained sheets as well, he started to refill the hole, remembering these same actions he did a few decades ago. "What have you done to me?" The brunette shouted, appearing behind him. "Well, we met at a bar, we had decent sex and I killed you." He bluntly replied. "I don't even know you and you killed me!" She shouted with frustration and fear. "Oh my god, my family…" Tears welling up in her eyes. "What do I tell my family?" she asked, worried about her parents, probably waiting for her to come home. "You can't tell them anything because you're dead." He stated, with a carefree tone. Watching him bury her dead body, Rebekah feels revolted by her own actions as she roughly wiped away the never ending tears. Patting the ground, he gets off the ground while walking towards the crying ghost. "Don't cry, I'm not going to be a Kleenex wipe for you." He teased. "Get away from me." she stated with disgust while backing away. Watching a nearby car come by, she waves her hand in the air, screaming for help. Frowning when the car just drives by as if she weren't even there, she walks to the middle of the road, and waits for another car to come by. Not long after, another car comes by and she waves her hand again, but the car doesn't stop. Watching it keep driving towards her, she runs off to the side where Damon catches her. "You're not human anymore. You're a ghost now, you're just like me now." He stated firmly as she breathes heavily. "You're dead Rebekah." His own words inflicting pain to his heart.
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Elena's POV
The wailing of a baby is what woke me up. The sound made me jump after laying in bed in complete silence. Tired, yet startled, I sit up in bed before pushing the covers off of me. Walking out into the hallway, I head to Jeremy's room instead of following the cries coming from this mysterious baby. Quietly yet desperately, I open Jeremy's door to find his room empty. Frowning with confusion, wondering where my brother could be, I go to Jenna's room to find her room empty as well.
By now, my palms were already clammy and sweaty with fear. Taking a deep breath, I slowly walk down the stairs and nearly gasp when I see the first floor of my home. The once painted walls were replaced with gray and dull walls and the wooden, polished floor was now a gray floor made of cement and it seemed as if a basement of a home was switched with the first floor of my childhood home. What was worse was that there was fresh trail of crimson red blood leading to what was once the living room.
Reluctantly following the trail, it stopped right in front of a crib. Walking towards it, the cries grew louder, causing my breathing to go uneven and ragged. Terrified of the images my imagination was creating for me, I considered resorting to just running out of my house. Hesitantly, I hovered over the crib; and there was an actual baby that was crying for something. Reaching out to hold it, I stop with hesitation, wondering if I'd be doing more harm than good. Looking at this helpless being, I picked up the baby and immediately cradled it in my arms, mimicking what my own mother used to do when Jeremy was just a baby.
Continuing to rock the baby in my arms for a few minutes, the baby's cries ceased and fell asleep as I let out a sigh of relief, feeling a small smile of adoration form on my lips. "Stay away from my baby." A hoarse voice harshly said behind me. Whirling around, I nearly pass out from the shock of seeing my deceased mother, standing a few feet away from me. "Stay away from my baby." She repeated again. "Mom, it's me Elena." I replied, noticing the seething tone she was using against her own daughter. "I'm your daughter." She widened her eyes as if she had never even had me seventeen years ago. "I don't have a daughter, not anymore." She hissed, her eyes showing no sign of the love that she once had for me, her daughter. "Mom, I'm standing right in front of you. I'm your daughter!" I stated, raising my voice, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "My daughter is dead!" she shouted, pointing to a detached heart on the ground that was horrifyingly still beating. Feeling my jaw drop, I look down at the baby in my arms to find it covered in blood. "You'll soon be dead too." My mother promised. Screaming, I instantly drop the baby and run out of the living room. Hearing my mother's footsteps follow behind me only drives me to run faster. Running out the front door, I run down the front steps before heading out onto the sidewalk. Turning around, I see my mother standing in the doorway, only this time she was wearing the exact same clothes she was wearing the day she died and she too was covered in blood.
Caught off guard by the sight, my breathing is labored as my legs start to feel as if I had fifty pound ankle weights strapped to them. Determined to get away from my house, which has now turned into the perfect setting for a crime scene, the front doors of the nearby houses open, causing me to stop running and observe the scene. Different people who I have known my entire life but unfortunately passed away started to exit these houses. They all had different scars and each one looked fresh as if they had just died a minute ago. All of their eyes were on me and hunger was present in their eyes. They all seemed to have one target, me. In a synchronized manner, they all exited the houses and made their way towards me with a look of hatred in their eyes, almost as if they wanted to kill me.
Starting to run again, I bump into a firm chest. Looking up, I'm grateful to see Stefan as I let out a slight breath of relief. "We have to move." I warned him, trying to push him to run with me. Not budging, he tells me with a neutral tone, "They can't get you. We're safe."
Feeling his arms wrap around my waist, I feel this sense of relief and safety as I nod and wrap my arms around his neck while lightly running my hand over the back of his head, not wanting to let him go, and in that moment, with me in his arms, I completely forgot about the corpses of the ones I love coming after me. As long as Stefan was with me, I didn't care about anything, and my feelings for him terrified me. "Find out what your boyfriend is." An unrecognizable voice whispered in my ear, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Find out what he is." The same voice repeated. Trying to ignore this voice, I bury my face in the crook of Stefan's neck. While running my hand over his head again, a sticky and wet substance appears on my hand as I lift my head up to see blood covering my hand and somehow my entire arm was also covered in blood. Suddenly feeling Stefan's weight on my body, I slightly push him away from me and gasp when I see his head was bleeding large amounts of blood. Watching him collapse to the ground, I stand there with shock. His eyes no longer had any life in them as he stared at the gray sky above us with no emotion. Hesitantly, I lean down and place my head on his chest and I don't hear a heartbeat, nor could I hear him breathing. Sitting up, I cover my mouth, not caring that my hands were stained with his blood.
Crying with fear, my entire body starts to tremble and once again, I'm all alone.
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"Elena!" Jeremy shouted in my face while shaking my body awake. Alert, I quickly sit up to see my brother looking at me with concern. Letting out a shaky breath of relief, I cover my eyes with my hand with a sigh. "You okay?" he asked with concern. Nodding, I hear him exhale before patting my knee and getting off of my bed. "Jenna said to get your ass ready for school." He joked, managing to make me slightly chuckle. "I'll be down in a few." I called out to him as I watched him leave my room. 'It was just a dream.' I thought to myself as I pushed the covers off and headed for the bathroom. Closing the door, I notice a piece of paper taped to the door. Pulling it off the door, the same words that the undetected voice whispered to me in my sleep was written on it. 'Find out what your boyfriend is.' Rereading the words over and over again, I'm reminded of my nightmare from last night. What do I need to find about Stefan? Does he have a past criminal record? Is he a criminal on the run? All these questions raced through my mind when I realized that there could be one person that knows the answer. Alaric Saltzman.
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Somehow, I managed to get through the entire school day and I found myself sitting in Mr. Saltzman's class with Stefan sitting in front of me. The entire lesson, I blankly stared at the back of Stefan's head and all I could remember was how he had blood oozing from the same area on his head. Images of his blood on my hands flash through my mind, when the sudden sound of the dismissal bell pulls me out of my thoughts. Taking my time to pack up, I make sure everyone is gone. "I have something to tell him." I told Stefan as he was waiting for me by my desk. Nodding with a small smile on his mouth, I wave him goodbye as he leaves the room.
"Mr. Saltzman?" I called out, catching my teacher's attention from the pile of papers that needed to be sorted out. "Yes Elena?" he replied, his tone filled with anxiety and nervousness. "I needed to talk to you about Stefan." I started. "Listen, I was wrong to say what I did say so trust me, I won't be bothering you again." He apologized with a surrendering tone. "It's not what I wanted to talk about." He frowned, confused as to what I could be talking about. "Call me crazy, but I had this dream last night and this voice told me to find out what Stefan is and I figured you could tell me what you know since you kept giving me these warnings to stay away from him." I told him, watching his expression change from confusion to an expression that made him seem at a loss for words.
"Call me crazy, but you're going to have a hard time trying to believe me because trust me, I can't even explain how Stefan is even alive." He replied. "Alive? What do you mean alive?" I questioned him, feeling the blood leave my face when Mr. Saltzman was confused as to how Stefan is alive. "Stefan and I were best friends when we were both in high school." He started. "But how is that possible? Stefan is in high school now he couldn't have been in high school decades ago." I responded, trying to understand Mr. Saltzman's words. "The same Stefan Salvatore that you're dating at the moment," he said, building up this anticipation. "Is the same Stefan that was my best friend in high school and died in 1982 in a car accident with his brother Damon Salvatore." He stated, his words causing me to take a step back. "Look, this is a way too public space to be having this conversation Elena, meet me in the library in the town square today at five." He told me. Aimlessly nodding, I quickly ran out of the classroom and into the hallway, feeling this new information I learned causes this burden to form on my heart. Fresh tears started to form as I wiped them before they could fall down my cheeks. Right when I start to feel this happiness that Stefan causes, the entire universe just crashes on top of me.
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After quietly tip toeing down the staircase, I'm almost out of the house when my cell phone loudly beeps. Pulling it out of my pocket, it's another text from Stefan that I'm ignoring again. "Going somewhere?" Jeremy said, as I quickly shoved my phone back in my pocket. "I'm about to go hang out with Stefan." I lied, turning to around to see my brother leaning against the railing of the staircase. "Then why are you sneaking out?" he asked, questioning my method used to leave the house. "I didn't want to disturb anyone." Chuckling, he said, "It's only 4:40, no one's asleep." "Right," I muttered, feeling stupid for making such a stupid excuse. Well I'm going to go and I'll be back home just in time for dinner." I promised, quickly exiting through the front door before Jeremy could say anything else.
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"You made it." Mr. Saltzman stated as I pulled out the cushioned seat next to him in front of a computer. "Yeah, so what are we doing here?" I asked him. "I'm going to show you that I'm not crazy and that Stefan IS some supernatural occurrence." He stated while opening a new window on the computer. After a few quiet minutes of searching on different search engines, Mr. Saltzman found a website that could possibly give me the answer to my questions.
The entire wait for the page to finish loading was nerve wrecking, but once the page had started to appear, I felt goose bumps appear on my skin as I waited for the entire page to finish loading. When the page had finally finished loading, my head was pounding as my vision got blurry when I read the disturbing headline, 'Stefan Salvatore, 17, Dead.' And underneath was a school picture of Stefan, the same Stefan that I've been dating for the past few weeks. Feeling hot tears start to form, I quickly run out of the library and entered my car. Before Mr. Saltzman could follow me out, I sped off.
I probably took a big risk, driving with a frazzled mind. My vision was cloudy as my tears kept spilling, but somehow I made the drive back home. Sitting in my car a block away from my lit up home, I sat there, not even bothering to wipe my tears. The words 'Stefan Salvatore' and 'dead' repeated in my head as I blankly stared at the car that I parked behind. When the words repeated in my head again, I clenched my hand around the steering wheel until my knuckles turned around. Letting go the wheel, I ball my hands into fists as the words replayed in my head again and again. Tearing up again, I punched the steering wheel in frustration while the words ceased to stop repeating. As my punches grew weaker, I let out a sob as I rested my head against the cold window, punching the steering wheel one last time before my entire body shut down with exhaustion. Closing my eyes, I mumbled the words, "He's dead."
And he was. Stefan Salvatore was dead but he was here. Which meant that he was a ghost. Which meant that I was falling in love with a ghost and it's possibly the worst thing that could ever happen to me.
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I know that this update lacked of Stefan but I wanted her to find out about him being dead and I wanted it to revolve around Elena but I also wanted to add a bit of horror or whatever you want to call it, that Damon can cause. I promise that the next update, Stefan will show up and chaos will occur.
Other than that, I hope you enjoyed and I forgot to mention from the beginning of this story but feel free to leave any criticism if necessary. I'm always happy to hear what you guys think. So yeah, I hope you enjoyed and have a nice day.
By the way, the recent episode killed me. I just can't right now.
