Yawning, Elena exits her bathroom, headed for her bed again, three am that same night.
She gets the urge to check up on Emily, and decides to do that first. She heads for her room, and quietly creaked the door open. She steps in, and sees that she is soundly sleeping on the bed, covered to the head with the blanket.
Elena lightly smiles, then feels a chill of air from Emily's apparently open window. She rushes in, quietly still, to close it. When it is shut firmly, Elena turns to head out,
but freezes, upon seeing the bed from the window's side.
With just enough moonlight beaming in, Elena nears the bed in both shock and confusion.
She takes the blanket by the edge, certain that what was beneath it, was a pillow!
But…it couldn't be…
She slowly pulls it away.
…Her eyes widen.
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Furrowing his brows at the sound of his phone ringing, Stefan groggily reaches out to take it from his bedside table. Upon seeing Elena's name, and the time, he props himself with an elbow on his pillow, and picks up. "Elena. Is everything okay?" he worriedly asked.
"Stefan. I'm so sorry to call at this time-"
"No. It's okay-"
"It's just that, I walked into Emily's bedroom, and found a pillowsleeping on her bed!" This greatly confuses Stefan.
"Slow down," he says, sitting up.
"I think she snuck out, which is so unlike her," Stefan grows greatly wary upon coming to full consciousness and recalling the fact that Emily has been a matter of concern lately, "but her phone's out of service, and I just. I think she might be with Damon," Elena continues. At the mention of his brother, Stefan immediately gets up, now greatly worried. "Could you please just check?" she asks.
Stefan is already at his door. "Yeah. Of course. Give me a minute," he tells, climbing down the attic, to the second floor with the dozen or so bedrooms, including Damon's.
Without warning, he barges in.
And immediately halts.
There, sat Damon, on a chair he brought to the side of his bed, and his back to the door.
Taking a few wary steps inside,
Stefan's eyes go as wide as window, and his heart starts to race in mad concern.
"Stefan…Stefan?" called Elena. He finds no words to describe what he's discovered.
Emily lies unconscious on the bed.
He can't hear her heart beat.
"Stefan, what's going on?"
"You might wanna get that," Damon told from where he sat, eyes fixed on the Gilbert's face.
Damon's voice seems to snap Stefan out of his daze. Stefan's fists clench in rage, and he takes care not to break the phone, as he says: "She's here."
"Is she okay?"
"…I think you need to be here…"
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"What the hell did you do?" Stefan asks him in disbelief, after hanging up with Elena.
"What she asked me to do," Damon plainly answered, not bothering to look up at him.
"And you!" Stefan's own shock and anger shuts him up. He eyes Damon in frustration as he lowly said: "If you really cared about her," Damon frowns at the incredibly annoying and repeated statement his brother often used, "you never would've let her go through with it."
Damon, who had been bottling up his concern and second thoughts about her transition all day, has had enough, and snaps.
He shoots off the chair and shoves hard Stefan into the wall by the door, gripping the collars of his shirt. "You have no idea how I feel about her!" he wrathfully told. "And you have no idea what is and isn't good for her!"
He then releases a very taken aback Stefan. "Get out," he told, pointing at the door, before he turned on his heel, and back to the chair.
Stefan studies him for a long moment,
sighs in defeat,
and leaves.
It was too late to change things…
At his exit, Damon breathes in relief, and falls back into the chair, looking at Emily in great debate of what they'd done.
"Are you sure you wanna do this? It's a one-way ticket," he told her, his hands cupping her small, delicate face. Nodding persistently, and in spite of her fear-filled, racing heart, she said:
"Do it…"
He eyed her intently, insuring she wouldn't back down. All she did was look back at him, waiting…
He snapped her neck.
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"Oh my god…" uttered Elena in pure shock and horror upon seeing her sister's body. Stefan, who had cautiously explained the situation to her, stood behind her, greatly disappointed with what had happened. Damon completely ignored her as he remained on that seat, waiting for Emily to awaken.
Elena's gaze fell on him, and a rage she'd never felt before filled her from head to toe. "YOU!" she screamed, causing Damon to wince at the sound. She lunged at him, but Stefan held her back quickly, wary of how Damon might react. "She trusted you! How could you?!"
"How could I what, exactly?!" Damon irritably asked, facing Elena.
"You ruined her life!" the Gilbert screamed, tears dripping from her eyes. Damon rolled his at that.
"Elena, come on," Stefan dragged her out of the room to calm her down.
Damon faces Emily again. "Bet you're happy you're sleeping through all this," he said in mock.
Then he scowled, refusing to hear Elena's harsh words still echo in his ear. More so, he also refused to have Elena blab her mouth like that when Emily woke up. "You owe me one," he tells her, before rising to follow after them.
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"After everything! Why would he do this?!" Elena cried.
"Elena," Stefan tried to get her attention.
"Why would he-"
"She asked him to."
At that, Elena pauses, her brows deeply furrowing.
"…What?" she uttered.
"And for your information," Damon called, interrupting their hallway discussion. "You're the reason she wanted to turn."
"Damon," Stefan warned as Elena grew further confused.
"She turned, because she wanted to keep you, and that brat little brother of yours, safe," he smirked grimly. Elena's eyes widen. "So if anyone's 'ruined her life,'" he makes quotes in the air.
"Damon, that's enough!" Stefan demands. Damon shoots him a glare, before easing up.
"She got my point," he winked at Elena, before walking back into the room and shutting the door behind him.
Elena takes a long minute to process what he'd said, then the look on Stefan's face grasps her attention. "…Did you know about this?" she asked in un-expectance. Stefan looks to the side in shame.
"When I met her at the Grill yesterday, she was asking what it was like to be a vampire," he confesses. Elena's eyes widen. "I figured out what she was planning, and I tried to convince her it wouldn't help her-"
"Help her with what?" Elena shook her head in great confusion.
"…Help her fight back…Keep you safe…"
"…So it's true…This is…This is my fault."
"No, no, no, Elena," Stefan assured, cupping her face. "This was her decision."
"But sh-"
"We'll take care of this. She'll be okay, I promise…"
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