AN: its been so long! Writers block. Well, writers block for THIS story. Yes, I started a new story, but it wont be up for a little while, at least till I finish Love and War. Writers block really sucks. I still have writers block, but I feel really bad for making you guys wait so long:( honestly I have no clue where this chapter is going. Its kind of a filler, but there was honestly nothing to write about. That is why this is the shortest chapter I have ever written. Its kind of a blah chapter so don't expect anything too great. Lol, well I will let you guys read.
ELENAS POV
I looked up from the booth I was sitting in, to see Caroline standing at the front of the restaurant. She was yelling at a man, I stood up and started walking towards them. As I drew closer, I saw the man she was verbally abusing was Stefan Salvatore. Just the guy I wanted to see, literally.
"YOU NO GOOD PIECE OF SHIT. You are no better than your brother and that whore he was ready to call his wife! Your whole family is fucked up!" Caroline screamed at him. I can't believe he even had the nerve to stay in town. Let alone come to my restaurant, though he probably didn't know I owned it. Fool. "Care," I said, putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked to me, her shouldering heaving with each breath she took. She turned on her heel and stomped away. Stefan turned to leave but I latched on to his shoulder. "I have questions for you, and you are going to give me some fucking answers." Still holding his shoulder I pushed him to start walking to the booth I was just sat at.
"What do you want to know?" he said with a smug smile. Oh god, he was taking pleasure out of this. He wanted a reaction, and I wouldn't give him that. I just wanted answers.
"Why? Why would he do that?" I asked. I was pretty proud, my voice didn't even waiver.
"Actually, I would like to take credit for him cheating on you. I called Katherine, told her what had happened, and that I was going to help her get Damon back. The only problem was we needed to get rid of his dull girlfriend. So she went over to his house and basically attacked him. You see, Damon gets mad and does something he regrets. It was just a coincidence that you had both gotten into a fight. And thank god you did, or the little love sick puppy probably would have shoved Katherine off like a mosquito." He had this all figured out. I still blamed Damon. Yeah I know he is irrational. And what Stefan said was the truth. He gets mad and does something incredibly stupid. He just took it a little too far.
"Okay. Now get the fuck out of my bar." I got up and went to tend the bar. Little did I know that not only was Stefan leaving my bar, but he was leaving the state, and taking his whore with him.
DAMONS POV
I had no one.
No brother.
No fiancé.
No girlfriend.
No friends.
No Ric.
No car.
No more Uncle Damon. Yeah even Mandy hates me, because she overheard her mom and Elena talking.
Two words to describe me.
Fuck Up.
Actually change that to three words.
Pathetic Fuck up.
But I'm not allowed to feel self-pity because I did this to myself. It is my fault. I had been mad at myself for accusing Elena of still loving Elijah. So I did what would hurt me the most. I trusted Katherine. The only thing I had been think was; if I sleep with her she will leave me. And it will hurt. Too bad I was selfish. I wasn't thinking about what it would do to Elena. So here I am now. Lying face down into the couch with a bottle of bourbon tucked into my side. I was all alone in this big house, and I hated it. I thought moving into my childhood house would bring me back the memories of my mother. Bring back the memories of when my father actually loved me. Bring me back the memories of feeling safe.
Did I mention that Klaus is moving out? Because he is. He's moving in with Caroline. Klaus has known me for 6 years and he is even disgusted by the sight of me. Hell. I'm disgusted by the sight of me. When I'm really drunk, late at night, I wonder if it would be easier just to take all this pain away. Just hold the cold metal barrel to my temple and push back the trigger. But then I look to the framed picture of Elena and I. I see that picture and all those feelings I have had since the day I met her come rushing in. And a piece of my heart tells me to hold on. It tells me there is hope. That maybe, just maybe, life will catch me a break and fate will bring Elena back to me. That is the thought that keeps me going. And without that single thought, I would most likely be with my mom right now.
ELENAS POV
I just want to run away. Run away from my feelings. Run away from my heart. My thoughts. My family. My town. From Damon. And that is what I am going to do. Hopefully not alone. I was going to run away with Caroline and Bonnie. At least for a week. I had them sitting on the couch in front of me right now, waiting to break the good news to them.
"London." I said. It was my Eureka moment. London. I would see Big Ben, and the Eye. I could sip tea and munch on cookies. This was where I would run to.
"London?" Bonnie asked.
"London." I said, finalizing my thoughts.
"What about it?" Caroline replied.
"Let's go to London." A grin broke across my face. Caroline's smile was mine times two. Bonnie looked weary.
"Elena…" Bonnie started.
"Oh shut it Bon! Elena deserves a vacation. And hell! So do I. We aren't going to be young for forever. We have to live a little. When are we leaving?" Caroline said turning to me.
"Tomorrow, Bonnie I will even give you guys paid vacation from the grill." I said, pleading her with my eyes. She had to agree.
"Fine." Me and Caroline exchanged glances, and jumped up screaming. Bonnie joined us, with a grin on her face. I grabbed my laptop and started looking for flights and a hotel. I booked us a room and plane tickets for the next day. "We are really doing this." I said exasperated.
"I gotta tell Jer." Bonnie said rushing out the door, followed by Caroline saying the same about Klaus.
"We all meet here at 7 am! Our flight is at 12!" I screamed. I rushed up to my room to call Jenna and start packing.
Jenna wasn't totally on board at first, but I convinced her this is what I needed after what Damon had done. She finally came around and offered to drive us to the airport. I had grabbed my suit case and started throwing clothes into it. I stuffed my make-up bag, laptop, and various chargers into my carry-on. By the time I was finished packing it was 1 in the morning and I was half-way unconscious.
I woke up to the insistent beeping of my alarm clock and my puppy licking at my face. I felt a little bad that I would be leaving Sam with Jeremy, but it would only be for a week. I looked at my bedside table to see the blinking letters that read 6:00 a.m. I jumped into the shower, and threw on a sweatshirt and some yoga pants. I walked down to the kitchen to see Caroline eating a bagel, Bonnie reading the paper, and Klaus and Jeremy were playing GTA 4 on the x-box. Boys. The front door flew open to reveal the Saltzman family along with Matt and Tyler. Apparently everyone felt the need to come to the airport and see us off, even if we were only going to be gone a week. Half of us piled into Jenna's Lexus SUV and the other half were in Tyler's Range Rover. We hurried off to the Richmond Airport listening to the radio as we drove.
I was sat in a First Class row with my two best friends. I looked to them and realized we were really doing this. This was actually happening. I inwardly squealed, and put in my headphones, falling into a dreamless sleep as the plane flew through the clouds.
AN: MUCHO IMPORTANTE
so Damon sort of explained himself. I'm not sure if it helped you guys understand or not but whatever, I warned you guys this wasn't an all fluff fic. And our favorite trio took an impromptu trip to London. YAY for spontaneous-ness. Again, sorry that it is so short, but my muse has not been kind. ANYWHOO, please don't forget to review! Okay, that rhymed, maybe I should take up poetry as a hobby… or not. Also this chapter was not preread and was barely edited so keep that in mind. BECAUSE THIS CHAPTER WAS SHORT HERE IS A LITTLE SNIP-IT OF MY NEW STORY CALLED DOWNFALL. It wont be out for a while, but here is a preview to look forward too!
I reclined in my seat. My ears were enveloped by my Beats. My brain was filled the notes of Afraid by The Neighbourhood. I got out my songbook while my muse was still present. My name is Elena Gilbert, I'm the lead singer of little alternative rock band called The Downfall. Well maybe not so little, we have four platinum records, 3 Teen Choice Awards, a Grammy, and two Rolling Stones Covers. Okay, so we are kind of a big deal. The Downfall consisted of me as the lead singer, Bonnie Bennet on bass, Caroline Forbes and Matt Donovan who are both guitarists, and Tyler Lockwood our drummer. We were all currently on a private jet on our way to Paris for our next show. Caroline was sat next to me on the plane. She was drinking a mug of tea and reading Vogue. Tyler was rhythmically tapping his drum sticks on any solid surface he could find, Matt was sleeping in the bedroom, and Bonnie was picking out her outfit for tonight's show. This was my life. This was my dream, and it had all come true. I didn't want to be a country artist, or a pop star, I was definitely not a rapper either. Rock was what it has always been for me. The last lyrics of Afraid bled into The Beatles Eleanor Rigby. I'll admit, it is hard living away from your family, and it was weird to be in big city, with everyone's eyes on you. You see, everyone in this band came from a small town in Virginia called Mystic Falls. We had actually all been childhood friends. We had gone through everything together. In high school Matt and Tyler were jocks, while Bonnie, Caroline, and I were cheerleaders. I know, cliché much? We had always dreamt of going far in the world, but here we are. On a world tour. Small town band, getting nowhere my ass. I closed up my songbook, another major hit already started, and closed my eyes, falling asleep to the sounds of my adoptive family.
We stepped on stage to thousands of screaming fans. Chanting our names as if they were prayers. Praising us like we are Greek Gods. I come up to the microphone, my high top Converse scuffing the stage. I run a hand through my waist-length hair that falls in perfect waves. As I rap my manicured hand around the mic, the crowd hushes. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. This is my favorite part. The crowd is silent, everyone is focused on the music, and then my vocal chords start to vibrate and dance with each word I sing. Caroline's fingers tango over the strings of her guitar. And on cue Bonnie's low bass hums into key, matt plays along with caroline adding some more depth to the notes she plays, and Tyler beats his drums like they are all his troubles in life. Then it's my turn.
SOOOO?