A/N: I don't usually ship this, but it's kind of amazing. Elejah. One shot deal.
Her hands were shaking violently as she scrubbed them raw under the boiling hot water. Pain was sky-rocketing through her hands and arms but she couldn't bring herself to care. The sponge she was using was doing nothing to deter the red blood that layed in intricate patterns up her forearm. It was like a damp flame, licking at her arms and threatening to override her other senses.
She barely noticed that someone else was in the perimiter until they started to grab at her hands.
A feral sound escaped Elena's partly open protesting mouth and she yanked her hands back with a force she didn't posses until today. She was thrown off track when they didn't budge. Chocolate eyes widened, irises dialating to an inhuman size and animal instinct took over.
Elena thrashed her body around, bellowing hurried curses at anyone who was listening and silently begging whoever it was to let her go. The blood was still there, it made a reminder. She needed to get the blood off, to scrub her hands until they bled. Anything to change her skin tone back to the light beige.
"Elena," someone was whispering. The voice was soft, alluring. Guiding her back from her predatory reaction. The voice was firm, demanding atttention. "Elena, stop."
Her protests soon died down to a type of whimpering, whimpering words and the haphazard swear. Her mind unclouded enough for her to actually assess the situation. The teenager glanced up through her lashes at the intruders face.
It was him. Before she could stop it, subconcious took over and she was sucked into an hour ago.
"Elena, run! Go!" She could still hear the panicked voice of Damon, gruff from unshed tears. Why had she left?
"Go." This word was mouthed. Elena could clearly see Caroline's face, taught with sorrow and pain as she begged her friend to take initiative and save atleast one thing today.
Stefans descent had been silent, just the emotions in his eyes spelling out what he needed for her to do. What they all needed her to do.
Then was the scream.
"Elena, you look at me right now." Elijah's voice was a welcome one compared to the anguished cries of her witchy friend.
The brunette was shaking, she knew. She couldn't feel it, but it was appareant in the way Elijah's arms were slightly vibrating. Elena's eyes wide, fixed on soemthing not there. Mouth open in horror and eyes glistening wetly.
She couldn't handle it anymore, she didn't know if she'd ever be able to handle herself again.
She collapsed into the arms of her enemy, sobbing violently, eyes still wide. Her chest heaved with the effort to breathe, even though she knew she didn't need to.
Everyone was dead. She was a vampire and Bonnie's blood stained her hands and arms. Her floor now, as well. She was lost and broken so she took comfort in the arms of her nemesis, if only for a bit. Because misery welcomes company, and she needed someone to be stronger than her for once.