"Elena," He whispers, while staring at her body on the sofa.
Elena's chest was moving with the breaths she took. Damon was standing beside the sofa, but looking outside the near by window. Stefan sat across from the sofa, inside a near by chair.
Elijah went closer to Elena, his movements watched by Damon. Elijah could see the anger in the elder Salvatore's eyes. Elijah wasn't completely responsible, but at least Elena would go on existing. Elijah reached out, tracing the features of Elena's face with a hand. "I am sorry," He says, his voice still quiet.
Elijah took his fingers away and Elena's eyes began to flutter. She was waking up.
"No," Elena whispers, moving now. "No, please..."
Elijah sighed sadly. Elena was remembering the last few moments of her life. Damon sighed , sounding sickened by everything that was happening. He moved to leave the room, and then the house. Stefan stayed put. But stood up, going towards Elena. He too felt that one of them should be here for Elena when she woke up.
"Stefan," says Elena, recognizing him immediately. "Where am I...?" Elena looks wildly around her surroundings. She froze at seeing Elijah there with them. "Elijah?" She asks. "Why are you here?"
Elijah came closer. "Perhaps, this will explain things more," says Elijah before taking her hand in his own.
Elena blinked, then cried out. She released Elijah's hand, right away. "What was that?" She questioned loudly. "What do you mean, I'm a vampire..." Elena then trailed off. "I'm a vampire...you gave me your blood, and that turned me into a vampire again... oh, why did this happen?" Elena talks to herself.
Stefan tries to comfort Elena, but she shrugs him off. "No, please," Elena shakes her head. Elijah then walks forward, and takes her hands in his. The act seems to settle Elena immediately.
"You'll be alright, Elena," Elijah speaks gently. "Get her a blood bag," He then orders to Stefan.
"I'll need to go back home," Stefan says.
"Then do go," Elijah replies quickly. "Unless Miss Bennett volunteers, I do suggest going now. Elena will become increasingly hungry as the minutes go on."
Stefan nods, telling Bonnie he'd be back soon.
Elijah then sits down, across from Elena. He moves a chair directly across from her. Elena is soothed by his presence. He briefly thought to Katerina, and the child he hoped to be helping look after, very soon. He hoped to be there for the baby and Elena both.
Each were going to need him. The child especially. Being born to a vampire father and mother...as far as Elijah knew, nothing like it had ever taken place before. The only thing that had come close, was Hope's birth.
Elijah moved to stand back up, but stopped himself when Elena Gilbert grabbed his hand. "Please don't go," She speaks ever so quietly.
And in the instant that passes, Elijah knows that Elena needs him.
There were sounds, voices that she could hear. Elena heard a young child crying. Calling out Mommy. It was like seeing a reflection of herself at that age. All but for the head of thick curly hair.
Sounds then stole her from her new vampire sleep. She heard people talking. One voice was Damon's, another was Bonnie. She heard Stefan too. Elijah...there was Elijah. She felt drawn to the sound of his rich voice. It was commanding, insisting, and wanted her to wake up.
So she did. With new vampire sight, new vampire sound, Elena Gilbert opened her eyes for a second time as a vampire...
Elena criedherself into a peaceful sleep, with Elijah holding her closely. While she was more prepared this time, Elena still did not want to be a vampire. But there was no escaping it. This was her reality.
There would never be a white house, with a white fence. No home where she could raise a family in. She would out live any family she might have had.
She thought to her brother Jeremy. Least he was long gone from Mystic Falls. He could have that dream someday if he wanted it.
Jeremy. How was she going to tell him about this?
Her thoughts ran wild before sleep took her.