They pulled up the driveway that Elena had walked on so many times. Elena
got out and slowly walked up the path to the front door. She no longer had
a key and it felt odd ringing the doorbell to her own house. Well, it
wasn't hers any longer. She faltered, her finger lingering on the button as
realization hit.
Stefan opened the door, his eyes widening for a moment. There was a very uncomfortable silence as he studied her. She blinked, regaining her composure as she lifted her chin. He didn't even notice Damon was behind her until he spoke.
"You called us?"
Stefan looked startled for a second, then for a moment his green eyes darkened with anger at his brother.
"Yes. I did." He said slowly.
"Well? Are you going to make us stand out here all night- or shall I say morning?" Damon questioned.
Stefan's eyes clouded with irritation as he backed up and swept his hand back, a gesture to come in. He shut the door behind them. Elena studied the house and saw nothing had really changed. She followed Damon and Stefan into the living room where she saw Bonnie.
"Elena!"
"Hello Bonnie." Elena said, a little unsure of what else to say.
Stefan sat down beside Bonnie, while Elena sat down on an opposite couch and Damon remained lounging in the doorway. She looked at him for a long moment, and his dark eyes burned at her. Finally, he joined her.
"So what is this all about?" Elena asked tiredly.
Stefan was looking nervous, with Elena being in the same room again. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at Bonnie. The two, Elena noticed, had grown very close in the past month.
Good for them. She thought.
"Someone is after me. Like I said on the phone, I don't know who."
"Bet it's Mrs. Flowers. Old lady always knew too much. I always wondered how the hell she knew about us." Damon said, stretching back lazily into the couch.
"Can you be serious for once?" Asked Bonnie.
Damon threw Bonnie a wicked grin. Her cheeks flushed and she looked at the ground. Stefan threw him a warning look, which Damon answered with a shrug.
"Anyway, how do you know about this whole scenerio?" Damon asked, not looking at his brother, or at Bonnie anymore, but at the wall to the right of them, for no apparent reason.
"What kind of question is that? How do I know-"
"Stefan...." Bonnie pleaded and he settled down. He ran his hand through his hair again. Elena found herself looking at the soft tousles of hair, remembering how it felt to run her fingers through them. She shook her head, and moved closer to Damon, who draped an arm around her waist.
"Anyway. As I was saying," Stefan continued with a pointed look at Damon. "I know because lately I had been getting vibes. Sensing another Power. Not like Klaus or even Katherine. It was different."
"Could it be Tyler?" Elena wondered.
"No, it wasn't werewolf either. More like....," he paused, "--more like a witch."
"Witch? That's odd," replied Elena.
"I know. And what's even more odd is that it seemed to be very close. Very powerful as well. As if I knew them and they were right around here."
Damon questioned, "How did you know that they'd kill anyone that got in their way?"
Stefan sighed exasperatedly. "Oh, I don't know. I made it up!" He shook his head tiredly at Damon's searing expression, then said, "There was a letter. It came in the mail the other day."
"May we see it?" Elena asked Stefan.
"If you like." Stefan got up and came back a moment later with a piece of paper.
Elena took it, careful not to touch fingers as she did. She glanced at it.
"Well it basically says here that if anyone tries to stop anything they do they won't hesitate to annihilate them," Elena read.
"But what is it they plan to do?" Damon asked her, dark eyes flickering towards the paper.
"It doesn't exactly say."
"I get the feeling they want me for some sort of Power supply. Sort of like Tyler's initiation. If they kill me, then they'll gain more Power." Stefan said.
"And you're Powerful? I don't see what killing you would do for _anyone_." Damon mumbled.
"Well in a sense he does have Power. It takes strength to resist his nature the way he does." Bonnie told Damon who responded by ignoring the comment, and brushing a strand of midnight hair out of his eyes.
Bonnie was silent for a moment, sensing tension forming, before speaking again. "So we called you here because we need your help. We've been through things like this before and together we can stop it."
The question is can we stay together without problems? Elena thought to herself.
"I don't know about you, but it's 2 : 30 in the morning and I'm beat." Damon said. "Can we possibly talk about this is the morning?"
"He's right." Bonnie yawned.
"Uh…where are we-" Elena started.
"A guest room." Bonnie said. Then she added, "I'm sorry, I know this is hard. It's hard for everyone."
Elena nodded, but did not speak. After a moment though she did.
"The one at the end of the hall, on the other end from where…. yours, I suppose, is located, is the one we'll use."
She stood and Damon did the same. Without a glance back, she walked into the front hall, retrieved her bags, and walked up the bare wood stairs, past the room she used to sleep in.
She paused only for a moment in front of it, and continued down to the other end of the hall.
Stefan opened the door, his eyes widening for a moment. There was a very uncomfortable silence as he studied her. She blinked, regaining her composure as she lifted her chin. He didn't even notice Damon was behind her until he spoke.
"You called us?"
Stefan looked startled for a second, then for a moment his green eyes darkened with anger at his brother.
"Yes. I did." He said slowly.
"Well? Are you going to make us stand out here all night- or shall I say morning?" Damon questioned.
Stefan's eyes clouded with irritation as he backed up and swept his hand back, a gesture to come in. He shut the door behind them. Elena studied the house and saw nothing had really changed. She followed Damon and Stefan into the living room where she saw Bonnie.
"Elena!"
"Hello Bonnie." Elena said, a little unsure of what else to say.
Stefan sat down beside Bonnie, while Elena sat down on an opposite couch and Damon remained lounging in the doorway. She looked at him for a long moment, and his dark eyes burned at her. Finally, he joined her.
"So what is this all about?" Elena asked tiredly.
Stefan was looking nervous, with Elena being in the same room again. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at Bonnie. The two, Elena noticed, had grown very close in the past month.
Good for them. She thought.
"Someone is after me. Like I said on the phone, I don't know who."
"Bet it's Mrs. Flowers. Old lady always knew too much. I always wondered how the hell she knew about us." Damon said, stretching back lazily into the couch.
"Can you be serious for once?" Asked Bonnie.
Damon threw Bonnie a wicked grin. Her cheeks flushed and she looked at the ground. Stefan threw him a warning look, which Damon answered with a shrug.
"Anyway, how do you know about this whole scenerio?" Damon asked, not looking at his brother, or at Bonnie anymore, but at the wall to the right of them, for no apparent reason.
"What kind of question is that? How do I know-"
"Stefan...." Bonnie pleaded and he settled down. He ran his hand through his hair again. Elena found herself looking at the soft tousles of hair, remembering how it felt to run her fingers through them. She shook her head, and moved closer to Damon, who draped an arm around her waist.
"Anyway. As I was saying," Stefan continued with a pointed look at Damon. "I know because lately I had been getting vibes. Sensing another Power. Not like Klaus or even Katherine. It was different."
"Could it be Tyler?" Elena wondered.
"No, it wasn't werewolf either. More like....," he paused, "--more like a witch."
"Witch? That's odd," replied Elena.
"I know. And what's even more odd is that it seemed to be very close. Very powerful as well. As if I knew them and they were right around here."
Damon questioned, "How did you know that they'd kill anyone that got in their way?"
Stefan sighed exasperatedly. "Oh, I don't know. I made it up!" He shook his head tiredly at Damon's searing expression, then said, "There was a letter. It came in the mail the other day."
"May we see it?" Elena asked Stefan.
"If you like." Stefan got up and came back a moment later with a piece of paper.
Elena took it, careful not to touch fingers as she did. She glanced at it.
"Well it basically says here that if anyone tries to stop anything they do they won't hesitate to annihilate them," Elena read.
"But what is it they plan to do?" Damon asked her, dark eyes flickering towards the paper.
"It doesn't exactly say."
"I get the feeling they want me for some sort of Power supply. Sort of like Tyler's initiation. If they kill me, then they'll gain more Power." Stefan said.
"And you're Powerful? I don't see what killing you would do for _anyone_." Damon mumbled.
"Well in a sense he does have Power. It takes strength to resist his nature the way he does." Bonnie told Damon who responded by ignoring the comment, and brushing a strand of midnight hair out of his eyes.
Bonnie was silent for a moment, sensing tension forming, before speaking again. "So we called you here because we need your help. We've been through things like this before and together we can stop it."
The question is can we stay together without problems? Elena thought to herself.
"I don't know about you, but it's 2 : 30 in the morning and I'm beat." Damon said. "Can we possibly talk about this is the morning?"
"He's right." Bonnie yawned.
"Uh…where are we-" Elena started.
"A guest room." Bonnie said. Then she added, "I'm sorry, I know this is hard. It's hard for everyone."
Elena nodded, but did not speak. After a moment though she did.
"The one at the end of the hall, on the other end from where…. yours, I suppose, is located, is the one we'll use."
She stood and Damon did the same. Without a glance back, she walked into the front hall, retrieved her bags, and walked up the bare wood stairs, past the room she used to sleep in.
She paused only for a moment in front of it, and continued down to the other end of the hall.