The Salvatore House~Coming Together~ Time Unknown
Abigail was making progress. Slow, even without a real ability to tell the passage of time. Slowly the house was growing. She could open her bedroom door and stand in the hallway and if she struggled, she could make out the rooms on the opposite balcony.
Downstairs was still horribly indistinct. Horrible because every time she tried, she heard the voice of her living nightmare beckoning her to come see his gift to her. Her eyes snapped open and it would take eons to get her heartbeat under control. She would have to stop and take a forced break, before feeling calm enough to continue.
The urge to scream lingered. To rage against her grief and loss, to throw a fit of emotions and rail at the sheer amount of fear and trauma the world saw fit to throw at her. She stomped it all down. She wasn't some base creature. She was Abigail Morgan and her mother had raised her better than that.
Sighing and still standing in the hallway, she tried again to bring forth the downstairs of the house she'd spent her formative years in, telling herself to focus on the times before the man she had been expected to marry had created a nightmare within her home. Any time before-
Mystic Falls, VA Early October 2009
Damon had managed his escape. He'd killed Zach and turned Vickie Donavan for fun and retaliation. Stefan, of course, felt no responsibility for his actions. He'd imprisoned him, stole his daylight ring, and threatened to entomb his desiccated husk. Served him right.
If anything good had come from the whole experience, it helped him find out about the Founders' Council, Gilbert compass, and with Zach's forbidden stash of vervain under his control-gave him entrance like a fox in a henhouse. That and the inevitable breakup of his brother and Elena when the poor girl found out about his brother's monstrous true being.
Now if only he could get the crystal back from Caroline to untomb Katherine from Fells' Church.
Stefan hoped, once the shock of his vampirism wore off, Elena might come to understand. He knew it was optimism bordering on delusion, but he needed the hope to keep going.
Finding a way to Abigail was proving elusive. Elena only focused on the Katherine portion of his history, which made some sense, but he had thought she would feel more curiosity or compassion toward Abigail's part of the story. Instead, she broke up with him, promising to keep his secret.
Helpful, yet he needed more help. Maybe he could ask Bonnie. As a Bennett witch she may have a solution, even if she didn't know what it was, yet.
