So...um...this might be the second to last chapter...but more on that later.
Thanks so much for all the positive reviews! I'm sorry I made y'all wait so long! Like I said, I have a lot of homework this week, and I'm wondering where I'm taking this story. So the tally results for last chapter are as followed: Chocolate: 6, Sour: 1, Sour and Chocolate mixed together: 1.
Enjoy chapter 5 and REVIEW!
Chapter 5
Damon smiled down sadly at the brunette, ecstatic that she was awake, but heartbroken when he thought how.
"Stefan! Bonnie! We need blood!" Caroline shouted over her shoulder before turning back to Elena. "How are you feeling?" she asked gently, wrinkling her nose as she remembered how she felt as a new vampire.
"Different. Everything is so much clearer," she said, squinting her eyes, trying to get to the human visibility she was used to. "I'm really hot, like, burning inside," she said, looking between the vampires on either side of her, hoping that this was normal.
"All your senses and emotions are heightened now," Caroline explained. "That's why vampire sex is so great."
Damon and Elena looked at her. The blonde shrugged.
"What? It does. I'm just trying to lighten up the situation," she said. Damon shook his head before turning back to Elena.
"Your body is still getting used to the changes, you need to drink human blood to complete the transformation, and then your temperature should settle to the average," he explained, trying to show support.
He knew very well that this was going to be a difficult time for Elena, so he was going to try and control his outrage. Elena chose this to protect him, and he knew he should respect that, but he was just so fearful of how much she was going to hate her life now; how much she was going to hate him. He knew she didn't want this for herself, and he didn't want it for her, either. But there was no going back. What's done was done, and they had to learn how to deal with the consequences.
Stefan appeared in the doorway, three blood bags in his arms. He kneeled next to Damon, his focus on Elena.
"You're going to need to drink this, Elena," he explained, handing one of the bags to her. "You're going to feel very strange; I can't describe the feeling of your first feed, but don't worry about whatever you feel happening to your body, it's normal."
Elena looked at the blood bag before her, and she understood what Stefan meant when he said 'strange feeling'. The skin on her face felt dry and thin, like it felt when it was about to peel from a sunburn. She lifted her hands to her face and felt veins popping up, surely visible through her tight skin. Her mouth began to salivate, and she let out a cry as fangs pushed their way through her gums. Her eyes never strayed from the bag of blood, her pupils dilating as she smelled the rich metallic sent that her body seemed to be screaming for.
Without any thought or restraint, she tore her meal out of Stefan's hands and brought it to her lips, slicing the bag open with her fangs as if she had been doing it her entire life. She gulped the red plasma down without a care, indulging so fast that blood began to overflow in her mouth and drip down the sides.
Damon watched, heart sinking, as Elena, innocent, good Elena, transformed into the monster he inadvertently forced her to become. As Elena licked the last drops of blood from the first pack and reached for the next one Stefan was handing her, Damon stood abruptly and marched out.
Elena, consumed by her hunger, vaguely registered this somewhere in her mind as she devoured the second bag. Half way through her feeding, emotions and thoughts flooded her body.
She was drinking blood. Human blood. She was a vampire. She was a monster. Damon had walked out because he was disgusted. She was a vampire. She was a danger to everyone around her. She was a danger to herself. She loved the Salvatore brothers, but they had hurt her so bad. Damon couldn't look at her without seeing a monster. She was a monster.
She began to cry as she gulped the blood, and Caroline began rubbing her back. She was so scared at what was to come, the eternality that was her life, that was her guilt should she ever snap and lose control. How would she be able to live with herself if she killed an innocent person? She couldn't trust herself around humans until she was sure that she wouldn't break.
When she was done with the blood, she was aware once more of the room around her. Stefan was looking at the ground, Caroline was looking at her with pity in her eyes, and Damon had stormed out. Elena felt herself start sobbing again as she thought of how much she had hurt the Salvatore brothers, and how much they had hurt her.
All of her human emotions had rushed back a tenfold, and she turned into Caroline, who held her friend as she cried. The brunette thought of how much she had hurt everyone in her life. Bonnie, Caroline, Matt, Jeremy, Stefan, Damon…the list went on and on. And now, her life eternal, she'd be able to hurt Caroline, Stefan, and Damon for eternity, adding to the list whoever else she might meet 50 years from now when she pretended to be in high school for the fifth time. She let out an audible sound of anguish when she thought about how she'd never have children. How she'd never be able to be a proud parent or grandparent. All she had wanted as a little girl was a normal life; she never wanted to be involved in all of this. But she knew she never had a choice. She was the doppelgänger.
Her mind raced through the could-have-beens and just as quickly, the would-bes, and she squeezed her eyes tight, cursing herself as she thought of the future with the Salvatore brothers. She had to figure this out, one way or another. She would not be Katherine. She couldn't have them both.
Stefan watched sadly as Caroline comforted her friend, knowing that whatever he did, he would never be able to offer her that comfort again; not after all he had done. He stood up, leaving the girls to themselves as he searched for Damon, angry that he would have the nerve to leave Elena when she was in such a precarious state.
He found his brother in his room, the place looking as if a tornado had just passed through. Damon sad in a corner, a glass of what Stefan suspected was alcohol in his hand. He looked up at his visitor.
"Don't say it, Stefan," he warned.
"For someone who loves her, you'd think you'd want to be with her when she's going through something like this," his brother chastised.
"Look who's talking."
Stefan shook his head. "I blew it, Damon. I blew it when I left town, and I blew it that night on Wickery Bridge. You still have a chance."
"I told Elena I loved her, and she threw it back in my face. Believe it or not, she still loves you," Damon wallowed. "Besides, I slept with Barbie-Klaus and Elena knows. So I'm just about as screwed as you are."
"She still turned for you, didn't she?" Stefan pointed out. "She gave up her humanity for you, Damon."
"Stop."
"She gave up everything she could have had to save you."
"Stefan," Damon growled.
"She gave up her dreams of a family, of anything lasting, and you don't think she loves you?"
Damon was up in an instant pinning his brother against the wall.
"That's the problem, isn't it, Stefan? She finally loves me and I fuck it up big time. I'm the reason she's turned into a monster. I did that, Stefan. She'll always see me as the cause of her transition. The reason her life is ruined. How do you love someone who caused so much pain? You can't. She's going to realize this, Stefan, and who do you think she's going to run to? You. Because no matter what you did, it can't compare to what I did. "
"You know what, Damon? I'm not going to lie. This is your fault," Stefan told his brother, throwing him back. "But she knew what she was getting herself into when she said she'd turn. You told her not to do anything stupid, I told her not to do it, but she did it anyway. If there's one thing we know about Elena, it's that she has the ability to be strong-headed, and love someone regardless of their flaws. And those traits are going to be stronger than ever now that she's a vampire. Neither of us deserves her Damon, but if she loves you, then she's seeing something in you that's worth it, and that just won't go away. Trust her judgment, Damon," Stefan said, walking towards the door. "I'm going to check on Bonnie and Abby, then get more blood," he called over his shoulder. "Go see Elena. She needs you."
Yay Stefan! Right? Right? So I know you wanted a big Elena/Damon scene, but it's coming in the next chapter! Which might be the last.
I love this story, and I love you guys, but my ideas for this story were short-term. Elena becomes vampire, lots of Damon. I thought about making it longer, but I'm just not having a lot of luck with inspiration. However, if I do, I will definitely start writing more, so keep this on story alert and me on author alert, because I might just add on, or I might to a sequel.
I love you guys so much! I hope you're not too mad at me! Please REVIEW and here's the question:
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