Okay, finally got this finished!
Hope you all had a happy 4th of July!
Anyway, I really think ya'll will like this one, and it's a good push to the rest of the story.
A turning point, if you will ;)
Enjoy!
Present Day
"Elena Gilbert! This is the third message I've left you! I mean it, if you are not dying, you better be at school this afternoon for practice! Don't bail on me!"
Caroline's shrill voice was giving Elena a headache as she erased yet another message.
"Is that the blonde cheerleader?" Damon asked, amused.
Elena nodded, "Caroline. She can be a bit...bossy."
Damon smirked, "I find it hard to believe you would let anyone tell you what to do."
She deleted the following message as well.
"I wish I knew what to tell her. Bonnie called me too, when she stopped by her Grams. I just can't deal with them right now."
Damon nodded, "This situation is complex. It's rational to think they might not understand."
She bit her lip, sitting on the couch, "It's not just that. Well, it is. But it's not. I just feel like the less people involved in all of this, the better."
"Perhaps you're right," Damon nodded, "But you also must consider the facts. If our plan works tonight, things are going to change.
Perhaps you should go to your practice. Have a normal afternoon with your friend."
Elena considered that, "But what about you?"
He smiled, kissing her, "I have things to prepare for myself. I could meet you back here this evening?"
She was tempted, "If I go, Caroline will expect me to stay for the game."
Damon smirked, "Don't you worry about that, darling. I will take care of everything. I promise."
She nodded.
"Alright then. I guess it couldn't hurt to go."
"That's the spirit," he praised, "Go change. I will drive you."
She smiled, then hurried to do as he said.
Caroline was on a warpath when Elena finally came running up to the practice field, having stopped at the locker room to grab her pompoms.
"There you are!" The blonde squealed, running over, "Please tell me Bonnie is with you!"
"No, sorry," Elena told her.
"Oh my god," Caroline groaned, "She better be on her way! She promised she'd be here and she still hasn't shown. The game is tonight! I need all hands on deck!"
Elena rolled her eyes, "Care, it'll be fine. Just give her a little more time."
"Whatever. At least you made it. Get in position and we'll run through the plays again."
"Whatever you say, captain," Elena smirked, doing as she was told.
She caught a glimpse of the football players practicing across the field and wondered if Stefan was among them.
It seemed silly now, for him to be.
Assuming the only reason he'd even joined was to fit in while he grew closer to her.
She bit her lip.
Her life had changed so much, in such a short time.
Mere days ago, she had had everything she'd thought she'd need.
Friends, Jenna, boyfriend, good grades, involved in quite a few extra curricular activities, but now...
Now she had Stefan, a vampire whom she'd been engaged to in a past life, and Damon, an immortal witch with whom she shared a love consuming enough to die for.
And oh, she loved him.
But she couldn't help but wonder exactly what he was planning.
How would things be different after tonight?
When she remembered everything, who would she be?
What would she be?
Hell, even now, she wasn't sure what she was.
These things Damon had taught her...they were so strange, yet so magical.
And tonight, she would have full knowledge of her power.
Was she ready for that?
Was Mystic Falls?
And what about Damon's plan to raise the city? To raise Aurelia.
Her nerves tightened.
In a past life, she'd prophesied her rising. Her dynasty's beginning as she ruled Aurelia with Damon.
But was she not also the princess of Mystic then? Was she not raised in Mystic Falls in this life.
She couldn't help but feel torn.
Where would her loyalties lie, in the end?
An hour later, Bonnie Bennett let a silent tear fall down her cheek.
She didn't know where she was, or who had taken her, after a knock on the head had rendered her unconscious.
Even now, something covered her eyes, blocking her vision.
She pulled her arms again, but something was restraining her to a flat surface.
Panic welled inside her chest, but she tried to breathe.
She tried to think.
Who would want to hurt her?
Where could she be?
How long was she unconscious?
But she didn't have any answers.
She cried more earnestly now, unable to distinguish even a noise or smell to give away her location.
She wanted to scream, but something told her that that would be a bad idea.
If someone was around her, if her captor was close by, did she really want to draw their attention. What if they killed her?
Another wave of panic washed over her at the thought.
Screw it! If they heard her, they heard her.
"Help me!" She screamed, "Somebody, please! Help me!"
Stefan knew he shouldn't be here.
He knew how much trouble it would cause for him, if Damon returned.
But this lone castle, out in the middle of the woods, is where Damon had spent most his time.
If there was any information of Damon's intent, it would be here.
It had been nothing to break the lock on the door.
Damon's spell, however, a little trickier to work against, but eventually, he'd found a way around it.
Stefan looked around the room.
It wasn't much different than it had been when Elena had been there.
Thinking of her sealed his determination.
He loved her.
He really did.
But he knew his brother.
He knew that Damon would be planning something big, and he wasn't going to be enough to stop him.
And when Elena recovered her memories...whatever their plan, he needed to know.
He needed to stop them.
Half a millennium alone will teach you a lot about life.
About humanity.
Stefan could not let his brother carry out whatever plan he'd waited 500 years for.
And hopefully he could do so without having to kill Damon, again.
He had learned his lesson in being the monster, and he hated it.
Damon fit that title much easier.
If course, it seems Damon would find great pleasure in bringing Stefan down to his level. To destroy him.
To make them the same.
Monsters.
But Stefan would not allow it.
He moved around the room, lifting papers and books, searching.
Surely something relaying information would be lying somewhere.
But after a good search through each room, the most interesting thing he found was a map, Aurelia's ruins circled on it, and an outline of the weekend's celestial events.
Among them was a flyer for the town's "Night of the comet" event on the square.
Now he only had more questions, and no one to answer them.
Unless...
Placing everything back where he found it, Stefan made up his mind.
He would have to talk to Elena.
She's the only person Damon would tell anything to, and maybe, just maybe, she still trusted him enough to spill something.
He left the cabin, checking the door before turning toward his car, oblivious to the spell silenced screams echoing from the basement below.
Bit of a cliffy there, but necessary ;)
Can't wait to see what you think!
Oh, and if you haven't yet, check out my new story!
"Do you believe in angels?"
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