In the past months Elena had been able to deal with a lot of life-turning events but somehow a handsome "maybe vampire" who claimed to be her brother and who put erotic dreams inside her head was the drop to top them all. Her mind was a complete mess and the tears were flowing down her cheeks freely. She would kill for a normal life. The burning desire inside her was able to burn her inside-out. She didn't want this life anymore. Dead parents, vampires, witches, werewolves and ghosts. This was supposed to be her life? What happened to the Elena who planned on going to college, have a nice boyfriend, get married and get a nice job, have a baby and die loved? It seemed so attainable and yet so far away from the tip of her fingers.

So she did exactly what she thought many times about doing. With tears streaming down her face she scribbled a note for Jenna and Jeremy saying she had to get away for a few weeks and that they shouldn't be worried for her, packed a bag and got inside the car. The road in front of her was blurry because of the tears and she didn't know where she was going. It didn't really make a difference either. Escaping from her fucked-up life would take more than just the wind flowing through her hair as she drove to an unknown destination. It took more than just crying in her bed every night while listening to the pausing rain and it definitely took more than writing in her diary and trying to keep a routine in order to not go completely off the rails.

She hoped one day it will all just fade away but she wasn't to cross her arms about it either. This time she was going to do something about it and live her life the way she never got to. Take her chances and break free from her life because she just wasn't alive anymore. She didn't feel alive and she was alone in this. She wiped away her tears. They weren't useful. Not anymore.

She put her glasses on to shield the rays of the sun and pressed the acceleration. Not having Stefan by her side was dangerous but she needed to make things on her own. Spread her butterfly wings like a cringe worthy cliché. The truth is she was worn out. It didn't feel like blood was pumping to her heart. She felt the crazy make its way into her brain. It was no surprise to her.

The rock music blared from her stereo as she passed through the cars on the highway. The sun was setting, giving an orange setting over the view. The summer air filled her nostrils but her ringtone interrupted her again. 6 missed calls from….Stefan.

She felt guilty about not telling him anything. The least he deserved was that but she felt that if she actually talked to him, he would convince her to get back home. And she didn't want that.

After hours of driving she stopped at a bar on the side of the road. It was already dark outside and the full moon shone from between the clouds. When she entered the bar her nostrils were filled with the smell of alcohol and delicious food. She was starving. After she sat down , she ordered her food.

Her conscience was starting to already torment her, nagging constantly at her head like 100 voices.

"Could I have some bourbon, please?"

After the drink was placed in front of her she stared at it for a few moments. She didn't have a drink in such a long time. Not even a beer. To hell with it. She took a gulp of the drink. It burned her throat and stopped the voices in her head at the same time. She had almost forgotten the advantage of a drink. So dangerously soothing and addicting.

Before she even realized it she already had 4 drinks down and one more staring at her from across the table. Her vision was slightly dizzy and she was definitely not driving tonight. She gulped her last drink and found her way through the people and out of the bar.

Where was her car parked again? She spotted it at the end of a row and made her way to it. Getting drunk on the first night of her get away was certainly unexpected.

When she got close to her car she could see a male body clad in a black leather jacket with his back to

her and an almost llifeless woman's body hanging in his arms. She gasped and he turned, letting the woman's body fall to the ground. His blue eyes now red and blood smeared on his lips. He looked like a handsome monster.

"Well finally, little miss "let's get away" decided to make an appearance." He grinned at her and wiped the red blood off his mouth.

"What is this?What are you doing here?"

"Oh wouldn't you like to know?"