Book I Chapter 4
Once again Elena waited for Stefan to fall asleep. She watched the covers rise and fall over his sleeping body. God he was gorgeous. Elena noticed that he looked at least five years younger when he slept. Elena dragged her eyes away from the sleeping Stefan. She knew if she didn't stop looking at him now, she would never be able to carry out her plans.
Elena pulled the covers away and placed her bare feet onto the cold floor. She tiptoed over to the dresser and silently opened the drawers. She decided to wear her red sweater and an old pair of jeans. She brushed her hair, watching it fall back onto her shoulders like a golden wave. She took one last look at the human named Elena, knowing that she would never see her again.
Elena turned from the mirror and crept to the door trying not to disturb Stefan. And as like the night before Elena went quietly down the stairs leaving her sleeping husband alone.
***
It was Déjà vu to be standing on the old bridge looking down at the icy waters below. This is how she first died, and this will be how she will finally die. She remembered the way it had been the first time; driving to escape the evil that followed her. She was petrified and almost insane. Elena remembered how the car began to spin out of control and the feel of the car as it went over the side of the bridge. She remembered how the waters filled her lungs until she could no longer breathe. Sadly she remembered her eyes shutting thinking that she would never open them again.
It's funny that she was drawn back here. She knew fate had taken her life here for a reason, and it's that reason why her life was to be taken again at this old bridge. The time had come, and Elena filled her head with only happy thoughts. She drudged up memories from her childhood of her mother and father as they tucked her into bed at night. She remembered the night Margaret was born and how she and her father went out for ice cream and he told her she would be a sister. Elena thought of her friends, Bonnie, Meredith, and Caroline and their childish escapades throughout middle school.
Elena brought up newer memories, of her and Stefan when they first met, their first kiss and their last. She thought of the last two passionate nights they spent together and all the happiness they shared. And lastly she thought of Damon, although it was a rocky beginning, she grew to know and love him despite his hardness. She loved everyone, and she knew that doing this would make everything easier.
This last thought made Elena smile. She giggled and stuck her one foot off the bridge. Without thinking she leaned her weight on the over hanging foot and pulled herself off the bridge.
The water hit with icy brilliance. Everything was blue. It took all of Elena's will not to let herself surface and fill her lungs with air. She kept her thoughts in mind and a calm relaxation hit. She closed her eyes and let herself die.
*** He watched her as she stood on the bridge. Her blonde hair blowing in the wind she was a beautiful sight. He knew she would come here and he waited for her when she left the boarding house. He followed her to this river knowing what she was planning to do. He couldn't let her do it alone. She needed someone with her.
Damon waited for 20 minutes after Elena had thrown herself into the river. Damon casually walked over to the river and took a few steps in. It would be difficult to find her in the dark waters. He waded deeper until he could no longer stand. The water was cold, and he knew Elena would be even colder. When he reached the point where Elena dove in, he began to search underwater for her body. After a few dives he saw the beautiful golden hair that he had been admiring just half an hour earlier. He dove down struggling with the water until he reached her. She looked.peaceful. Damon grabbed her waist and pulled her upwards to the surface. He came out of the water gasping for air; Elena had sunk pretty deep. Damon drug the lifeless corpse to shore where he had left two pairs of clean clothes; one for him and one for her.
After he was in some clean, dry clothes Damon wondered what he should do with the lifeless Elena. /well/, he thought to himself, /I could take her back to my place/. He snickered to himself at the thought of bringing Elena home with him and keeping her there as his possession. /But, could I really do that to her?/ he thought back. He loved Elena, but she did not love him back, she told him that the night before. And as much as he hated to admit it, Stefan and Elena belonged together.
Damon walked over to Elena and picked her up. Her head swung backwards her icy lips calling to him. Damon leaned his head down for one final kiss. Her lips were cold but the kiss still sent warm waves through his heart. If he had to settle as her friend, then at least she would still be in his life.
At that moment, Damon pushed out all his feelings for Elena and vowed to find someone whom he could call his own. Pushing one foot in front of the other Damon headed towards the boarding house where Elena's husband awaited.
Once again Elena waited for Stefan to fall asleep. She watched the covers rise and fall over his sleeping body. God he was gorgeous. Elena noticed that he looked at least five years younger when he slept. Elena dragged her eyes away from the sleeping Stefan. She knew if she didn't stop looking at him now, she would never be able to carry out her plans.
Elena pulled the covers away and placed her bare feet onto the cold floor. She tiptoed over to the dresser and silently opened the drawers. She decided to wear her red sweater and an old pair of jeans. She brushed her hair, watching it fall back onto her shoulders like a golden wave. She took one last look at the human named Elena, knowing that she would never see her again.
Elena turned from the mirror and crept to the door trying not to disturb Stefan. And as like the night before Elena went quietly down the stairs leaving her sleeping husband alone.
***
It was Déjà vu to be standing on the old bridge looking down at the icy waters below. This is how she first died, and this will be how she will finally die. She remembered the way it had been the first time; driving to escape the evil that followed her. She was petrified and almost insane. Elena remembered how the car began to spin out of control and the feel of the car as it went over the side of the bridge. She remembered how the waters filled her lungs until she could no longer breathe. Sadly she remembered her eyes shutting thinking that she would never open them again.
It's funny that she was drawn back here. She knew fate had taken her life here for a reason, and it's that reason why her life was to be taken again at this old bridge. The time had come, and Elena filled her head with only happy thoughts. She drudged up memories from her childhood of her mother and father as they tucked her into bed at night. She remembered the night Margaret was born and how she and her father went out for ice cream and he told her she would be a sister. Elena thought of her friends, Bonnie, Meredith, and Caroline and their childish escapades throughout middle school.
Elena brought up newer memories, of her and Stefan when they first met, their first kiss and their last. She thought of the last two passionate nights they spent together and all the happiness they shared. And lastly she thought of Damon, although it was a rocky beginning, she grew to know and love him despite his hardness. She loved everyone, and she knew that doing this would make everything easier.
This last thought made Elena smile. She giggled and stuck her one foot off the bridge. Without thinking she leaned her weight on the over hanging foot and pulled herself off the bridge.
The water hit with icy brilliance. Everything was blue. It took all of Elena's will not to let herself surface and fill her lungs with air. She kept her thoughts in mind and a calm relaxation hit. She closed her eyes and let herself die.
*** He watched her as she stood on the bridge. Her blonde hair blowing in the wind she was a beautiful sight. He knew she would come here and he waited for her when she left the boarding house. He followed her to this river knowing what she was planning to do. He couldn't let her do it alone. She needed someone with her.
Damon waited for 20 minutes after Elena had thrown herself into the river. Damon casually walked over to the river and took a few steps in. It would be difficult to find her in the dark waters. He waded deeper until he could no longer stand. The water was cold, and he knew Elena would be even colder. When he reached the point where Elena dove in, he began to search underwater for her body. After a few dives he saw the beautiful golden hair that he had been admiring just half an hour earlier. He dove down struggling with the water until he reached her. She looked.peaceful. Damon grabbed her waist and pulled her upwards to the surface. He came out of the water gasping for air; Elena had sunk pretty deep. Damon drug the lifeless corpse to shore where he had left two pairs of clean clothes; one for him and one for her.
After he was in some clean, dry clothes Damon wondered what he should do with the lifeless Elena. /well/, he thought to himself, /I could take her back to my place/. He snickered to himself at the thought of bringing Elena home with him and keeping her there as his possession. /But, could I really do that to her?/ he thought back. He loved Elena, but she did not love him back, she told him that the night before. And as much as he hated to admit it, Stefan and Elena belonged together.
Damon walked over to Elena and picked her up. Her head swung backwards her icy lips calling to him. Damon leaned his head down for one final kiss. Her lips were cold but the kiss still sent warm waves through his heart. If he had to settle as her friend, then at least she would still be in his life.
At that moment, Damon pushed out all his feelings for Elena and vowed to find someone whom he could call his own. Pushing one foot in front of the other Damon headed towards the boarding house where Elena's husband awaited.