Book 5 Chapter 1
Elena balanced the wash basket on her hip while searching her pocket for the house keys. The keys were stuck in her pocket. She sighed and put the wash on the ground. Her keys jingled as she pulled them out and unlocked the door of her house. It was a small house, but just the right size for it's three inhabitants. The door opened and Elena picked the basket up and walked inside. She put the clothes at the base of their stairwell. She was exhausted. Hauling laundry for two blocks was not her idea of fun. Still it had to be done and she couldn't count on Stefan or Damon to do it. They had to get a washer and dryer; she was tired of walking between the house and the Laundromat two times a week.
Elena turned and looked at the wallpaper on the wall. The edges were becoming unglued and had begun to curl. They also needed to redecorate the hallway she noticed. There seemed to be little time for relaxation. She stayed home and kept up the house, playing the happy homemaker, while Stefan and Damon had each taken jobs for something to do. Elena wondered why they didn't have a washer or a dryer.she would have to bring that up later.
Elena walked to the door on her left opened it and walked over to the bed. She flopped down onto it and bounced a few times before settling into the mattress. She was bored. There was a lot to do, but she was just bored. They'd been living in a small town in Pennsylvania for the last five years. It was smaller than Fells Church and half of its inhabitants were Amish. There was a college nearby so the three seemed to blend in fairly easily. Still, there was nothing to do here. It was nice at first, but now it was all the same. She had no friends here and even if she did there would still be nothing to do. The routine was the same day in and day out only changing on the occasion of going to the Laundromat, sometimes that's what she looked forward to.
A slam interrupted her thoughts. /Someone must be home/ she walked out into the hallway. Stefan stood there with his forefinger and thumb pinching the arch between his eyes. "Hey sweetie, what's up?"
"I.I don't know." His voice sounded weak.
"You're not hungry are you? You shouldn't be we went out last night."Elena began but was interrupted by faint whimpering.
"No.it's not anything like that. My head.I can't even described it." He took his hand away from his face and looked up at her slowly.
She walked over and hugged him. "It's probably just a migraine. I get them sometimes, I'll go get you some medicine." Elena went back into their bedroom and into the bathroom. She found the medicine and walked back out. Something was different.
Stefan was laughing. His eyebrows were arched and he looked at her with a large grin on his face. He looked evil. "Stefan stop it your scar." she stopped when he opened his mouth.
"You.you.you'll be sorry.I'll make you sorry. I know you.I know what you did.you will be sorry.I'll make you sorry." Stefan lunged at Elena. She ran backwards and shut the door between her and Stefan. She put all of her weight on the door trying to keep the monster out. "Sorry.you'll be sorry.I'll make you sorry." the voice, it wasn't his. It sounded almost feminine. The commotion went on for only a few minutes when everything stopped. The house became calm again.
Elena opened the door slightly. She peeked out into the hallway. Stefan was sprawled out on the tiled floor. Elena rushed over to him and picked his head off the ground. "Stefan?" she whispered, "Stefan can you hear me? Are you alright?"
He opened his eyes and looked at her. He seemed to be disoriented looking wildly around the room. "What happened?" He asked.
"You started laughing then you were saying some scary things and tried to attack me." Elena tried to calm him even though she herself was scared. "It wasn't you though. It was like.it was like what used to happen to Bonnie but this thing was evil." Elena began to shake and she leaned down and hugged Stefan. His arms curled around her and hugged her back.
"I could never hurt you, you know that right?" Stefan said after a few moments.
"Yes, but it wasn't you though. It was weird, your voice was high, and you sounded like a woman." She felt the body beneath her shake and heard a slightly snicker.
"So I was a woman now and wanted to kill you, it must have been very interesting." He was feeling better. She sat up and looked at his face, he was still snickering.
"I'm serious it was pretty scary, you look pretty scary when someone takes over your body." Elena had him pinned on the floor. They were both laughing now. He reached up and pulled her face down to hers and kissed her. The kissing turned into more kissing and Elena's head was reeling. She looked to kiss him.
The front door opened and struck Elena's leg. "A bedroom is not enough? Must you take to fornicating in the front hallway when you /know/ I'll be coming home?" Damon stepped over the couple and proceeded into the living room.
Elena stood up and walked after him. "We were not 'fornicating' and besides something happened we need to talk to you about."
*** Damon listened to their story. "So, Stefan was taken over by some woman. Well doesn't that seem to be.appropriate?" Damon amused.
Stefan sighed, "That's not the point. The point is that someone wants to hurt Elena."
"Well, isn't someone always wanting to hurt Elena?" Damon questioned. It was accurate; Elena was always being hunted.
"This is different though, well it seems different anyways," Elena explained. "It said it wanted me to be sorry, I don't know what for. I haven't really talked to anyone for almost 15 years. I just don't understand."
"So, what do you want /me/ to do about it?" Damon asked. He always thought he was above everything.
"Well I would have hoped you'd like to help us figure this whole thing out.but if you don't appreciate the fact we've given you a home and a family for the past 15 years then be my guest and do nothing." Elena was a little annoyed.
"Someone's had a long day it seems," Damon responded. "I'll help I guess. So what actually am I helping to do?"
"I want to go back to Fells Church," Elena said bluntly. Stefan and Damon both looked shocked; they obviously weren't expecting that.
"What can be done there that can't be done here?" Stefan asked her. She knew he was reluctant going back considering all that has happened there.
"It's not just this," she said referring to the current situation, "it's everything. I'm bored. I'm tired of this town, I miss my friends, I miss my old life."
"I thought you liked the life we made together," Stefan said. He sounded hurt. She hadn't meant for it to be hurtful.
"That's not what I mean. It's just you two go out you have friends at work I sit here and do housework. I just want a little fun. Something different." She tried to explain herself, but it didn't seem to be working. "Please just do it for me?" Elena pleaded. She knew Stefan would give in; he had to. His eyes glazed over and she knew she had won. They were going back to Fells Church.
Elena hugged Stefan and whispered that she going to bed, implying he was to come along. Damon rolled his eyes. "I'm going out, don't wait up, I'll be gone till tomorrow." With that he got up and strolled out of the house.
Elena took Stefan's hand and led him to their bedroom. Snuggled together under the warm blankets she realized she had forgotten to ask about the washer and dryer. /Oh well,/ she thought to herself, /maybe tomorrow./
Elena balanced the wash basket on her hip while searching her pocket for the house keys. The keys were stuck in her pocket. She sighed and put the wash on the ground. Her keys jingled as she pulled them out and unlocked the door of her house. It was a small house, but just the right size for it's three inhabitants. The door opened and Elena picked the basket up and walked inside. She put the clothes at the base of their stairwell. She was exhausted. Hauling laundry for two blocks was not her idea of fun. Still it had to be done and she couldn't count on Stefan or Damon to do it. They had to get a washer and dryer; she was tired of walking between the house and the Laundromat two times a week.
Elena turned and looked at the wallpaper on the wall. The edges were becoming unglued and had begun to curl. They also needed to redecorate the hallway she noticed. There seemed to be little time for relaxation. She stayed home and kept up the house, playing the happy homemaker, while Stefan and Damon had each taken jobs for something to do. Elena wondered why they didn't have a washer or a dryer.she would have to bring that up later.
Elena walked to the door on her left opened it and walked over to the bed. She flopped down onto it and bounced a few times before settling into the mattress. She was bored. There was a lot to do, but she was just bored. They'd been living in a small town in Pennsylvania for the last five years. It was smaller than Fells Church and half of its inhabitants were Amish. There was a college nearby so the three seemed to blend in fairly easily. Still, there was nothing to do here. It was nice at first, but now it was all the same. She had no friends here and even if she did there would still be nothing to do. The routine was the same day in and day out only changing on the occasion of going to the Laundromat, sometimes that's what she looked forward to.
A slam interrupted her thoughts. /Someone must be home/ she walked out into the hallway. Stefan stood there with his forefinger and thumb pinching the arch between his eyes. "Hey sweetie, what's up?"
"I.I don't know." His voice sounded weak.
"You're not hungry are you? You shouldn't be we went out last night."Elena began but was interrupted by faint whimpering.
"No.it's not anything like that. My head.I can't even described it." He took his hand away from his face and looked up at her slowly.
She walked over and hugged him. "It's probably just a migraine. I get them sometimes, I'll go get you some medicine." Elena went back into their bedroom and into the bathroom. She found the medicine and walked back out. Something was different.
Stefan was laughing. His eyebrows were arched and he looked at her with a large grin on his face. He looked evil. "Stefan stop it your scar." she stopped when he opened his mouth.
"You.you.you'll be sorry.I'll make you sorry. I know you.I know what you did.you will be sorry.I'll make you sorry." Stefan lunged at Elena. She ran backwards and shut the door between her and Stefan. She put all of her weight on the door trying to keep the monster out. "Sorry.you'll be sorry.I'll make you sorry." the voice, it wasn't his. It sounded almost feminine. The commotion went on for only a few minutes when everything stopped. The house became calm again.
Elena opened the door slightly. She peeked out into the hallway. Stefan was sprawled out on the tiled floor. Elena rushed over to him and picked his head off the ground. "Stefan?" she whispered, "Stefan can you hear me? Are you alright?"
He opened his eyes and looked at her. He seemed to be disoriented looking wildly around the room. "What happened?" He asked.
"You started laughing then you were saying some scary things and tried to attack me." Elena tried to calm him even though she herself was scared. "It wasn't you though. It was like.it was like what used to happen to Bonnie but this thing was evil." Elena began to shake and she leaned down and hugged Stefan. His arms curled around her and hugged her back.
"I could never hurt you, you know that right?" Stefan said after a few moments.
"Yes, but it wasn't you though. It was weird, your voice was high, and you sounded like a woman." She felt the body beneath her shake and heard a slightly snicker.
"So I was a woman now and wanted to kill you, it must have been very interesting." He was feeling better. She sat up and looked at his face, he was still snickering.
"I'm serious it was pretty scary, you look pretty scary when someone takes over your body." Elena had him pinned on the floor. They were both laughing now. He reached up and pulled her face down to hers and kissed her. The kissing turned into more kissing and Elena's head was reeling. She looked to kiss him.
The front door opened and struck Elena's leg. "A bedroom is not enough? Must you take to fornicating in the front hallway when you /know/ I'll be coming home?" Damon stepped over the couple and proceeded into the living room.
Elena stood up and walked after him. "We were not 'fornicating' and besides something happened we need to talk to you about."
*** Damon listened to their story. "So, Stefan was taken over by some woman. Well doesn't that seem to be.appropriate?" Damon amused.
Stefan sighed, "That's not the point. The point is that someone wants to hurt Elena."
"Well, isn't someone always wanting to hurt Elena?" Damon questioned. It was accurate; Elena was always being hunted.
"This is different though, well it seems different anyways," Elena explained. "It said it wanted me to be sorry, I don't know what for. I haven't really talked to anyone for almost 15 years. I just don't understand."
"So, what do you want /me/ to do about it?" Damon asked. He always thought he was above everything.
"Well I would have hoped you'd like to help us figure this whole thing out.but if you don't appreciate the fact we've given you a home and a family for the past 15 years then be my guest and do nothing." Elena was a little annoyed.
"Someone's had a long day it seems," Damon responded. "I'll help I guess. So what actually am I helping to do?"
"I want to go back to Fells Church," Elena said bluntly. Stefan and Damon both looked shocked; they obviously weren't expecting that.
"What can be done there that can't be done here?" Stefan asked her. She knew he was reluctant going back considering all that has happened there.
"It's not just this," she said referring to the current situation, "it's everything. I'm bored. I'm tired of this town, I miss my friends, I miss my old life."
"I thought you liked the life we made together," Stefan said. He sounded hurt. She hadn't meant for it to be hurtful.
"That's not what I mean. It's just you two go out you have friends at work I sit here and do housework. I just want a little fun. Something different." She tried to explain herself, but it didn't seem to be working. "Please just do it for me?" Elena pleaded. She knew Stefan would give in; he had to. His eyes glazed over and she knew she had won. They were going back to Fells Church.
Elena hugged Stefan and whispered that she going to bed, implying he was to come along. Damon rolled his eyes. "I'm going out, don't wait up, I'll be gone till tomorrow." With that he got up and strolled out of the house.
Elena took Stefan's hand and led him to their bedroom. Snuggled together under the warm blankets she realized she had forgotten to ask about the washer and dryer. /Oh well,/ she thought to herself, /maybe tomorrow./