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This chapter contains a dream sequence of Elena's and events that transpired during her first life. It its something she dreams about it will be in italics, if its not than it is not a suppressed memory and it's something she won't recall until after the cure has been taken.
As for Elijah... he received some of his own dreams after transitioning, but of course at the time he would not have associated them with Elena Gilbert.
February 2012
Elena laid flat on her back and stared at the ceiling fan as it made slow circles above her head. So much had happened in the last few months that she needed to take some time for her; some time to think.
She still couldn't fathom what had happened. She couldn't believe what she had done. That first day as a vampire she had vowed that she would never take a life. She might be a vampire but that didn't make her a monster.
Damon had been sincere in his desire to turn her back. Along with a professor from one of the local colleges and Bonnie they had learned of a cure for immortality.
The hunter showing up to investigate the deaths of several prominent members of the community had been a fluke. Jeremy being able to see his mark had been a miracle.
It had become clear to the Salvatores that Connor had to die, but Elena still wasn't sure why she had ended the man's life. All she knew was that Damon had said it and she'd done it; at the time it was to protect Jeremy, but she had since learned that Connor had never intended to hurt her brother and that Damon had known that.
She had spent a day and a night trying to drown out his voice. She had suffered his emotional abuse and done everything to ignore him, but eventually she had tried to kill herself.
She closed her eyes and reveled in the silence. There was only one voice in her head now.
She supposed she had Jeremy to thank for that. It came with a price though; her brother now wanted to kill her.
If she strained her ears she could make out the argument occuring a floor below. They were still talking about her. They had been talking about her and her 'condition' since she'd arrived at the boarding house that afternoon. It didn't matter if she was in the room or not; they spoke about her as if she wasn't.
She heard the words 'sire' and 'bond' being bandied about as she finally drifted into the land of dreams.
"This is it then?" He picked up the shallow bowl and eyed the dark liquid.
"Mmhmm," she nodded. "Immortality in a bowl…" she tilted her head and took his hand, "… were you thinking of drinking it?"
He smiled and shook his head while pulling her into his chest.
"I should think it would get rather dull," he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Living forever… while sharing an eternity with you would be wonderful, immortality has its drawbacks. There is something infinitely beautiful in growing old; in knowing any day could be your last."
"I always thought if I were to live forever," she glanced at the shallow bowl, "eventually I would stop living." She rocked back on her heels and lifted a few vials from the edge of the table. "I think eventually she'll realize that too."
"You made a cure?" He raised his brows.
"Sometimes people make mistakes," she shrugged. "They should have a chance to fix it if that is their choice."
Elena covered her mouth to stifle her shriek and glared. She struggled to de-tangle herself from the mess of blankets and shook off the last of her dream.
"Have you ever heard of knocking?" She straightened her camisole. Her feet landed on the smooth floors.
"I did," Damon chuckled. "You didn't hear me."
Elena paced across the room and tore open the door to the marble bathroom. She pulled out her toothbrush and watched him lean against the door frame and cross his arms.
"What do you want Damon?" She spat out her toothpaste. Reaching into the small closet she put a fluffy white towel on the counter. "You're not joining me in the shower."
"Just hear me out Elena," he arched an eyebrow.
Elena crossed her arms and braced her hip on the edge of the walk in shower. "What?" She felt the urge to physically throw him from the room; she was in no mood to talk or listen to anyone right then.
"Bonnie's professor friend says that there is a cure." Damon stepped into the bathroom. "It lies with the first immortal, Silas, and when a hunter completes his mark the tattoo forms a map to him."
"The only way for a hunter to complete their mark is to kill an unknown number of vampires," Elena rolled her eyes. "That could take years… and then there is the little fact that my brother is not talking to any of us. Even if he was I don't want him murdering hundreds of people just for me."
"Bonnie and Shane are working on getting Jeremy to see reason where you are concerned," Damon sighed. "You know he could just kill one…"
"What exactly are you suggesting Damon?" Elena frowned.
"When an Original dies their bloodline dies with them," Damon turned towards the door. "The best thing to do would be to kill one of them... probably the one with the stake."
"Thousands of people, Damon," Elena grumbled. "Potentially thousands of vampires would die."
"You know I'm right," he called from her bedroom door.
Elena shook her head and stripped before stepping under the hot spray of the shower. She was morally opposed to murder, so why had she done it? She loathed the thought of being responsible for the end of a life, so why was she contemplating it?
Three days later Jeremy was proclaimed cured and capable of being around those he considered family and friends again. Damon brought up the idea again in a semi-joking voice, and was unsurprised when Jeremy saw the merits of the plan. Jeremy, however, would not act without his sister's say so; after all, it would be for her that he did it.
Klaus was the head of her own bloodline; he was the Original she had once despised enough to kill, and the only one whose death would be death sentence for her friends.
Rebekah was just a girl who had grown up too fast. She might have killed Elena, but Elena couldn't bring herself to even think of killing the blond.
She had nothing against Kol. He was the only Original who hadn't caused her some sort of physical harm. He had made it his mission to collect every weapon that could harm him and his siblings.
The mere thought of Elijah's death made her stomach turn violently.
She was morally opposed to murder, so why was she reaching for her phone? If she did this, did she even deserve to be human again?
57 BC
"How is it, sister, that we are identical and yet you are the pretty one?" She straightened her braids and adjusted the basket on her arm.
"You're pretty," Amara laid the fruit in the basket while her sister paid the merchant.
"How narcissistic of you to say," she chuckled.
"We are uncommonly beautiful," Amara grinned.
"Then why are you the twin turning heads?" She sighed. Her arm linked with Amara's as they started on the path that would take them home. "Do men think me strange? Am I spending too much time in the garden?"
"Don't be silly," Amara bumped her legs with her own basket. "You are beautiful and not in the least bit strange…" she trailed off when she saw the sceptical look, "… alright you're a little strange, but that's part of your charm."
"I'm not scaring men away?"
"Of course not," Amara grinned. She squeezed her twin's arm. "Men don't look at you because they don't want to waste their time on the sister who is spoken for."
"I'm not spoken for," she shook with silent laughter. "Give me your basket; you'll be late for Qetsiyah. You don't want to be late for your first day as her handmaid."
Amara watched her walk up the path and pause to talk to Elias who was heading towards the agora. She spent a moment watching the exchange with a knowing smile before leaving to aid her friend.
"Good evening, mama," she ground the herbs into a fine powder. Her dark eyes lit up when the older woman entered the small villa.
"Good evening, my darling. What are you concocting this day?"
Her mother leaned over the table to inspect the mixture of herbs and flowers.
"A boundary spell," she smiled proudly. "Crushed holly, ground foxglove, and heather will make a line that cannot be crossed. If I add in the iris and mix it with a few drops of my blood the line will only block those who would do me harm; those I trust can still enter."
"You have a real gift." Her mother smiled. "Have you tested it yet?"
"The first one," she nodded to a small bag with the mixed powder. "I'm making the second now," she picked up a small knife, "I thought I'd use the courtyard and see if anyone could approach me."
"Wouldn't your blood allow in any who share it?"
"Yes," she finished mixing the herbs with blood and muttered a spell to dry it into a fine powder, "but I happen to trust those I share blood with. It is the iris that will keep out the ones I distrust, mama. It's wonderful for protection and intuition."
"And it bridges the gap between worlds," her mother grinned.
She poured the powder into a small leather pouch and stepped out into the courtyard. Creating a small circle with a thin line she stood tall and waited. A small smile lifted the edges of her lips when her mother stepped over the line with ease and the cat collided with a mystical barrier.
"Mama," she ventured after she had cleaned away the spell, "Amara said earlier today that I was spoken for… and that was the reason I have no suitors while she has many."
"Your sister spoke the truth, darling."
"I am spoken for? Mama?" She straightened up and crossed her arms. "Why didn't you tell me? When am I to wed? Who am I to wed?"
"Your father has made the arrangements. Amara must have heard him talking; he only told me the other day."
"When mama?" She felt tears burning the backs of her eyes.
"You are to be wed in three days," her mother turned on her heel and began tidying the array of herbs on the work table.
"Three days," she cried. She stumbled when her baby sister tugged on her skirt. "Not now Cassandra."
"You're sixteen."
"So is Amara," she relented and picked up the toddler.
"Your sister is not ready to get married yet."
"And I am?"
"Yes," her mother sighed. "Don't fret darling, you'll be perfectly content." She reached out and took Cassandra before disappearing down the tiled corridor.
"I'd be happier if you told me who!"
The only reply that came was a tinkling laugh.
We all know who it is :). I thought it would be fun if her family had her on for a bit before telling her.