My Story Through Letters
Currently this is a one shot, but if you enjoy it, I'm thinking of turning it into a ficlet, maybe 10 chapters or so.
I do not own anything.
Dear diary,
So it's been a while.
A year ago, I never would have imagined that the pain I felt after loosing my parents could pail in comparison to the pain I feel today. You don't ever think that there could be worse pain than loosing your parents... but then you find out that they weren't your real parents, and confusion takes over. Who am I? Where did I come from? Who do I come from?
Suddenly we have a new History teacher, Mr. Saltzman, Alaric. And his little secret is out; Alaric, the Vampire Slayer! What makes him even more Buffy like is his 'as-long-as-i'm-wearing-this-i'll-never-die' ring, given to him by his undead (technically still married to) wife, Isobell, who, wait for it... Happens to be my birth mother. So I guess you're wondering if that makes Ric, Mr. Saltzman my birth father? That would've been nice wouldn't it have? But sadly no, as it turns out, my Uncle John is actually my real father. You see, he gets a 16 year old Isobell pregnant but for some reason they decide to give me up to my real uncle, who I knew as Daddy. Flash forward 18 years and both sets of parents are dead as well as my aunt Jenna.
Jenna... I'm so sorry.
My family now consists of my brother Jeremy... My brother. Yes, even if we weren't blood related he would still be my brother and no one or thing, is taking him from me. My family also extends to my best friends; Caroline and Bonnie, Tyler.. In all his hybrid glory, Matt, Ric, Damon and... Stefan. Stefan. My brain doesn't function properly when i think of him. My soul hurts too much. I could not go on if anything happened to my family now, almost loosing Damon tore my heart out, then finding out Stefan was gone?
So much has happened.
This journal entry would turn into a Twilight book if I were to reveal every detail of what has happened this last year, so instead I'm going to tell you what happened yesterday.
Yesterday I did a lot of letting go. I let go of a little piece of my humanity. I literally stabbed someone in the back with a dagger, granted she was an Original vampire and wasn't really dead, but I took away from her, her chance to attend her first school dance, a right of passage. She trusted me and I betrayed her, and I did it on my own. Not even Damon knew what I had planned. He said it was very Katherine of me. Is that true? Am I becoming Katherine?
You mean haven't you become Katherine? A tiny voiced echoed in the back of Elena's mind. Shaking that thought she continued writing.
With Rebekha out of the way, I thought we were free to continue with the plan, but Damon had another idea. I should have known... He brought in Katherine to replace me. To be me. I didn't think it was going to work. How was Katherine going to pass as human in front of 2 originals. Surely they were going to smell it out, or notice the lack of heart beet, but Damon had said that A) Mikeal was sure Katherine was dead, after feeding from her. B) Klaus would never think that Katherine would willingly put herself in danger by flaunting herself in front of him. He'd assume she was long gone "sipping Klaus-free margaritas" as Damon put it. And C) there would be too much going on to pay attention to a heart beat.
So as it turns out, Damon was right. Mikeal had Katherine/me as a bargaining chip to lure Klaus out, but Klaus called his bluff and so Mikael stabbed Katherine and so in Klaus' shock, Damon was able to use this to his advantage and dagger Klaus. All would have been over, it was a perfect plan. Was. Through all the perfect planning, we relied on the fact that even though our Stefan was gone and in his place was Ripper!Stefan, he still wanted his freedom and a lifetime of obeying someone isn't fun for anyone. So when Stefan came out of no where and tackled Damon off of Klaus thus ensuring his survival, all was lost. Klaus pulled the dagger out before it was penetrated far enough to kill him and daggered his "father" instead. Mikeal went up in flames, died the "true death". As Stefan's reward, he was no longer under Klaus' compulsion. I guess maybe this was his plan all along.
Elena held the pen hovering over the last word and began to tremble, reliving the story Damon had explained. Still in disbelief, Elena wiped at the tears threatening to spill for tenth time tonight.
I told Damon I that we would let him go, no more searching, no more fighting for the Stefan that we both loved. Loved.
I don't give up easily, especially on those that I love, but how much is enough? I know Stefan didn't want this. I know he became the Ripper to save his brother's life and I love him for that, but somewhere inside of him, lies the Stefan I love, at least I thought. He was able to save Damon's life another two more times and even my own life when I found him in his old apartment in Chicago. That night I thought there was hope, but I guess the only person he truly loves is his brother, and I understand that. I respect that, but it still hurts. Am I selfish to want to be his number one at least once? But then that would mean Damon's death. Maybe it has all worked out the way it was meant to. Stefan knows that Damon is the only person that can protect me, do *anything* to protect me, I guess since he can't. I know Stefan loves me, but that isn't enough for him anymore, and I guess it isn't for me either..
Elena paused again as realization hit her with a force. She had meant it when she told Damon that she would let go of Stefan, but she never thought excepting it would come this quickly.
*A/N: Do you think I should continue this, or leave well enough alone?
I know I haven't finished my last Delena fic, Remnants, but I'm having serious writers block… I do however feel motivated about this one! And if I continue it will be a Delena one also!
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