*Hey guys I'm really nervous being that this is my first fanfiction! Although I am an avid fanfiction reader I've never posted one before, but there's a first time for everything! So here it is let me know what you all think reviews=love 3* Enjoyy
The street lights blurred around Elena and she grabbed her hollow stomach as she sucked in the tears brimming from her deep brown eyes. "I'm sorry Damon, I'm so sorry, maybe if I had met you first…" she trailed off, knowing he would understand what she implied.
"Maybe," he said curtly, his hurt voice scraping through the phone, unintended but evident.
"Damon…" Elena started but he cut her off.
"Goodbye Elena," he said the words he feared the most and then hung up.
"'Lena you okay," Matt eased, looking cautiously at her face, but she didn't answer. All of a sudden her heart broken eyes transitioned to wide unsteady ones, and her quivering pink lips formed into an "O". "Elena, what's…" Matt began only to be interrupted by a raspy wail of panic.
"Matt look out!" Elena pitched and he spun the car away, screeching, from the black figure that stood in the middle of Wickery Bridge. Elena grabbed Matt's hand on the wheel as they plummeted off the bridge. Elena's stomach dropped at the similarity of what was happening now with Matt and what had happened not too long ago with her parents. As the car submerged, Elena squeezed her eyes shut, tears streaming down her face; she could hear Matt screaming her name, just like her father had. She didn't realize how long they had been under the water until her lungs felt constricted. Eerily, she opened her eyes to find her father and mother where she and Matt were supposed to be sitting. The loss of air must've been playing with her troubled mind, and she would've believed this theory if this was the first time today it had happened. All day she had been having flashbacks of her past, but this one was too surreal. Her shaky and numb hands grasped her seat belt just like when she was with her parents that fateful night and she looked at her father. She couldn't help but think how history was repeating itself once again, just like it repeated itself with Stefan and Damon. She turned this over in her mind until she saw her father looked back at her with fear swimming in his deep brown eyes, just like hers, then turn to start banging on the window. Her reverie was coming to a close as she was back in the car with Matt, who was looking at her with his blue eyes that reminded her of Damon. The knot in her stomach grew and as she tried to heave out a desperate breath of sadness, water filled her lungs. As Matt's consciousness wavered she turned and began to bang on the car window just like her father had and that's when she blurrily saw Stefan swimming towards her window and she was back in the car with her father and mother. Stefan, still hovering by the car window, started to open her father's door of the car. Just as he began, Elena's dad shook his head and pointed to her. Pain struck Elena becuase she never realized how she truly survived the accident and how her parents did not, this couldn't happen again. Elena floated back to the present, and just as Stefan began to open Elena's door of the car, Elena shook her head and pointed to Matt. The same hesitancy and confusion flitted through his eyes, but he reacted the same to Elena as he did her father and swam with urgency to Matt's car door. He flung the door open and then he and the now unconscious Matt were gone. Elena's mind flooded into a black haze that she had experienced before and her body began to float with lifelessness to the top of the car, her shaky hands, now loose, but still gripping her seatbelt. She reached over to Stefan, swimming away with Matt, but it was no use she knew what was going to happen. As more water flooded down her throat and into her lungs she let herself fade into the black, something she never had willingly done before, but this time she was ready.
Elena jumped out of her bed, sucking in as much water free air as she could swallow. She breathed in a sigh of relief as her lungs felt dry and open, unlike in her dream that she had been having for almost two weeks. She released her shaky grip on her bed sheets and ran her free hands through her knotted brown hair. She didn't understand what this dream could mean or why it kept reoccurring to mess with her already mixed up head. Was someone messing with her dreams, or was this an omen of something bad to come. She ran thousands of ideas through her head as she got dressed in her hang out dark-wash jeans, light blue cami, and of course her signature converse that have been through the darkest of her days, with hopefully not much more to come. Just as she was exiting her room a gush of wind passed through her open window and she jolted in surprise and slowly turned around. It was Damon. "Hey look, now might not be the best…" Elena started slowly but Damon just sat there and watched a place behind her with an odd expression on his face.
"Cut P.J.'s," he said as he got up from the window seat of her bedroom, Elena looked behind her with a hand to her chest, but no one was there. When she looked to her left though, she was startled, she was looking at herself.
Her breath hitched as she watched herself respond, "I'm tired Damon." Something about those words sounded eerily familiar but she just gazed, dumbfounded, at the scene before her. As he walked to the other her, she noticed she was wearing the same blue cami that she had on today paired with her pajama shorts, she mentally scoffed at his earlier comment about these pajamas and followed Damon's gaze towards her. She then realized this was the night that he and Stefan saved her from Elijah, the night that she had mysteriously been given her necklace back, but never knew who actually returned it, and she should've known Damon did. It was the small things he did for her that she appreciated the most, and she wondered why she never remembered. She was snapped out of her thoughts as he started walking towards her again, her necklace waving in his hands.
"I brought you this," he said matter-of-factly, and the other her let out a sigh of relief.
"I thought that was gone, thank you," she said, and she reached for the necklace in his hands, but he pulled it back. Elena breathed in, the memory almost complete in her head, but then it stopped. Her room brightened to its earlier capacity and she huffed out an uneasy breath, confused as to what had just happened. 'First the dreams, and now this,' she thought, but just as fast as the event stopped it returned, and the room once again darkened, focusing on Damon and herself from a night she unfortunately couldn't remember clearly.
"I just had to say something," Damon began from a different part in her room, she slowly turned her head to find him on her right this time.
"Why do you have to say it with my necklace," Elena's voice sounded in a retort, and she was still breathless that it wasn't her own voice in the present, that this was how she actually sounded.
Damon's eyebrows creased just barely as his intense gaze burned through her younger self's big brown eyes and he spoke, "Because what I have to say… is probably the most selfish thing I've ever said in my life."
The two Elena's were both taken aback by this answer and what it could mean but only one could respond, "Damon don't go there." At this point Elena's mind was struggling to come to grips with what was happening but before she could even take a breath Damon was already going on with his explanation.
"I just have to say it once, you just need to hear it," he spoke urgently, his eyes considering if he should say whatever he was going to say or not. Elena's mouth fell open and she was intently watching the two of them sharing this moment from a different perspective than usual. An outside perspective picked up on her younger self's heart racing and Damon's nervous features. Damon was never nervous; Elena was processing so much in her head that she almost missed his confession.
"I love you Elena," he admitted, and Elena's current heart skipped a beat. She took a step towards him and realized that he didn't even acknowledge it, his full focus was on the other her, whose eyes were watering and whose heart was pounding fervently. "It's because I love you that I can't be selfish with you," Damon continued, "And why you can't know this." His voice wavered at the end of this sensitive notion and he furthermore, selflessly continued, "I don't deserve you." At this Elena struggled to breath, her lips were taught and a lump was forming in her throat at the possibility that this might've happened. As she tilted her head thoughtfully he spoke again, "My brother does." Elena's whole body shook and her lips parted as she took another step to him, the past Elena actually living in this moment just stood still though. At last her younger self advanced to him just a little, her lips ready to meet his, but yet again he surprised the Elena witnessing this, in its fullest. As she was ready to kiss him, he approached her forehead, and placed a loving kiss on her forehead. She could faintly feel this gentle kiss on her actual forehead. It was as if she was becoming one with her other self as Damon's face stayed inches from her own for two more seconds and he brushed his gentle palm against her cheek and braided it through the hair that framed her sad and loving face. "God I wish you didn't have to forget this," he breathed to her passionately. As one single tear slid down his face from his crystal eyes, his pupils dilated, "But you do," he whispered to her. At last the two Elena's merged into one and she could still feel his hand on her face when she abruptly closed her eyes. When she snapped them open her hand grazed her bare chest and she looked around for Damon, nowhere to be found. She looked down and could almost see her old necklace glinting into her eyes and could almost see her white curtains floating into the air as Damon's exit gushed the wind previously brought into her room with his arrival, out once more. She wondered where her necklace was now and why she wasn't wearing it but the more prominent issue at hand was what had just happened. If she was compelled by Damon, why was she remembering it now? A string of thoughts webbed through her brain and her stomach twisted, 'No…' she thought worriedly. She pictured her reoccurring dream, and then what had just took place in her bedroom, 'Could it have happened?' She asked herself, and observed that at this point her heart would be racing. Before she could reach any conclusions, Elena's knees buckled and she fell to the floor with a gasp, but before she passed out and let the darkness take her out once more today she met her eyes with someone's feet rushing towards her, then her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
*So there it is...chapter one. Let me know how I did! Many may see this as being an alternate version of season four but we will all just have to wait and see. This was just a set the scene and what not kind of chapter it will pick up if I continue...which looks promising! Hopefully you all enjoyyed!*