I've been looking in the mirror for so long,
That I've come to believe my souls on the other side.
All the little pieces falling shattered.
Shards of me too sharp to put back together.
Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me in to so many little pieces if I try to touch her.
And I bleed. I bleed.
And I breathe. I breathe, no more.
Breathe No More – Evanescence
Elena looked around the cellar, sighing. Fear draining from her and resignation setting in. I'm going to die… She thought despondently. Slowly, she drifted off into another dream. She knew it was a dream this time. But it didn't matter. She was terrified and couldn't find a way out.
Elena ran down the hallway of the Boardinghouse then bursts out the doors, into the front lawn. Everything was covered in white ashes. Her eyes widened as she heard a child crying from inside the house. Elena tore back into the house, crying "Emily?" She burst into the nursery, only to find the crib empty. "Your daughter says 'Hello'." Damon drawled from the doorway. Elena whirled around, seeing Damon leaning against the doorjamb, holding up a small locket. "Damon... you didn't." "Relax, Elena. I'd never harm a child." He gestured with his head and she entered the living room and reeled back as a child's voice chimed "I was just petting him, Mommy." Elena turned to Damon, seeing his lips move, but hearing the child's voice as he says "Did I do something wrong, Mommy?" Elena broke into a run. Bursting through a door, stumbling into another room and gaping in shock. Everyone was dressed in 19th century clothing. Elena was wearing a white muslin gown. Cinched at her waist with a corset. Her eyes widened. Elena burst through the crowd. Ignoring a young Damon Salvatore's pleas for her to stay. She ignored his love-struck, dazed expression and pleading eyes. Elena burst through another door and gasped. Damon stood behind her, looking at her through a mirror. His finger trailed along her collarbone, murmuring "You know, I like this look better on you…" Elena's jaw dropped. She was wearing lacy, black lingerie. Elena shoved Damon away and ran through the room.
She smiled in relief when Stefan ran to her. "Stefan! I wanna wake up now!" She gasped running to him. Damon appeared behind Stefan, breaking off a bedpost and drove it through Stefan's heart. Elena cried out in horror as Stefan collapsed. A mummified corpse. "Well, that took care of that problem." Damon said.
Elena snapped awake. What does Elijah want from me…? She thought. Then it clicked into place.
Charlotte burst through the trees, giggling as Elijah chased her. Elijah caught her, grinning. "I love you, Charlotte."
Charlotte looked up at Klaus, panting, sweaty as she murmured "I love you, NiKlaus." Elijah stepped back from the doorway, heartbroken. Horrified.
Elena's eyes widened as she gulped "Ohh…" She closed her eyes, pleading silently Damon… Stefan… if you can hear me… Help…
A/N: The dream that Elena has, is a dream I had once. Yep. But there was more to it. And it was a lot more twisted. *shudders*