A/N- I hope you like it xD
Previously
"Okay, before you judge me, I want some answers before Damon gets back," I admitted.
His brows furrowed. "Get back from where?"
"From dealing with some 'business'."I motioned quotation marks in the air with my fingers as I said this.
Now
I ran my hand through my hair, wondering what to ask Stefan. Where should I start? More importantly what should I ask? The answers I need are right in front of me; they lie within Stefan. I took a few slow steps toward him, looking at him, unsure of what to say.
He brought his hands up to his face, placing his fingers on his temples; rubbing them. "What do you want to know Elena?"
His question brought me to a stop. 'This is it,' I thought.
I took a deep breath. "I want answers about my life before the night Damon turned me."
Stefan slid his hands in his pockets and took slow paces toward me. "You wont believe a word I say. You'll go and tell Damon what I said to you... and then 'here comes another family feud'," he was only within meters from me, "Damon's got you into thinking that you were with him all along. That you never met me..."
What was he saying? That Damon has lied to me all along? But he would never do that. Not without knowing the risk that I would find out. "What are you saying?"
"You know that your diary hold your answers. Now that you have told him that the diary is safe, the 'business' that he is tending to, is probably getting your diary so that you will never know of your past life... That I was in it..."
Stefan? The man I hardly know... was in my past life? This is wrong, something is horribly wrong. Stefan was right in front of me now, looking me dead in the eye, making me feel small and vulnerable, "He's never going to tell you about your past Elena and the only hope you have is your diary, because you're never going to believe the stories that I would tell you."
I looked for a way around his statement. "Then tell me. If all you're saying is true, I have to know..."
"He's stronger than me Elena. He feeds on humans, I feed on animals. Who do you think would win in a fight? If I told you anything, even if it was a lie, Damon would rip me to shreds. I regret saying this Elena, but I'm frightened. But as I was saying before. Your diary is your only help." He stared helplessly at me. He wanted to help, but he couldn't. His older brother would hurt him if he told me anything.
But his act was selfish. He prefers his life, over the mystery of my unknown past, and if this book has all the answers, it would be too late. Damon was probably getting it now, but the question lies, is Stefan just lying to get what he wants? Or is Damon the one lying? Something in the back of my head was warning me about what could happen, that Stefan is the right one here. The other part was telling me nothing was wrong; that Damon was the good guy and that I should trust him, because I love him. And I do love him, with all my heart.
Stefan bit his lower lip, trying to hold back words; words he couldn't tell. He fought back his tears, in his pain. I could see the sadness and hurt that filled his green eyes. "Three words Elena. That's all I miss. I miss your soft, harmonic voice saying those words. I miss saying them..."
He cocked his head up suddenly, looking at the door, as if he had heard something. I heard it too. A soft thud outside the front door. It was Damon and we both knew it. We both glanced at eachother briefly before the door opened slowly.
"Hello-" Damon stopped talking abruptly, "you were expecting me?" he chuckled. "Why haven't you cleaned yourself up yet Elena?" he rose a curious eyebrow. I looked down at my messed up clothes. I completely forgot that I had gone hunting.
"uh," I stuttered, thinking of what to say. "I got distracted," I smiled weakly.
The expression on Damon's face turned hard as he glanced over at Stefan. He looked back at me, "Elena go get youself clean up," he chucked some clothes at me. "I got these for you..."
"Thanks," I smiled sweetly. I held the clothes tighly underneath my arm as I went up the stairs for a shower. I reached the top of the stairs and had just turned the corner, when I suddenly heard a slight whisper.
"What did you tell her?" Damon hissed.
"I couldn't tell her anything with you on my back twenty-four-seven," Stefan snapped.
Damon inhaled deeply, looking for words to say. What was happening? Why would Damon keep a secret from me? "But I swear to god Stefan, if you tell her, you wont see the light of day again. This is the one time where someone actually cares for me. We went out hunting before... and you know what she told me?"
"What Damon?"
"That she would never want to harm me."
I heard light footsteps on the ground below me, probably heading for the kitchen. "Damon. She's under the influence of you. You're the one that compelled her into saying that, into thinking that she loves you."
This was enough. I needed time on my own to think about what was happening. "Stefan it's been years since someone has cared for me. I love Elena. How would you feel if someone didn't care for you, for years on end?" Damon whispered. He sounded hurt, and helpless. He's been lonely. Nobody was there to love him; to care for him.
I half rushed down the hallway, continuing my way to the shower, to try and escape the conversation Damon and Stefan were having. I finally reached the door and walked in. Closing the door behind me, I noticed how clean and new their bathroom looked. It was as if this room was never used before. I chucked the clothes on the bathroom basin, and got ready for my shower. I turned on the hot water taps of the shower, letting the warm water run down my back. It relaxed me, I was at total peace. I breathed out calmly before running my hair under the water.
Once I finished my shower, I noticed that the mirror was fogged up. A smile graced my lips as I wrapped a towel around myself and walked up to the mirror. I wiped the fog from the mirror and glanced through it. This was the first time I got a proper look at myself. My hair was a more pure shade of blond, and my face was more clearer; no breakouts, no sunspots. I lightly touched my face to see whether or not this change was real. Again, this was no charade. My skin was even smoother. I guess one good thing about this transformation, was that my appearance improved.
I looked down at the clothes Damon got for me. They were pyjamas. The bottoms for short red pants with black lip mark prints all over them. The top was a black singlet with the words 'Bite me' written on the bust area of it. I let out a laugh, knowing that Damon would get these for me. I got dressed and afterwards ran a my hand under cold water to splash my face. I sighed while wiping my face with my towel.
'Knock knock.' Someone was at the door. "You finished in there Elena?" It was Damon of course. I didn't want to talk to him; not right now. "Yeah. I'm going to lay down after I'm out though." The door handle twisted and Damon came in.
"You tired after our trip?" He asked, trying to hide a smile. Hardly, I just don't feel like talking to anyone.
I yawned. "Yeah... I'll get used to it though... right?" Damon nodded and covered me in a hug.
"I just want you to know that I'll be here if you think this is to much for you," he assured. I rested my heavy head on his shoulder, and returned the hug.
"It's fine Damon. I'm just tired, is all."
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