Alright, the next chapter of this story. I've finally finished it. If you've seen the first episode, the Pilot, you'll recognize some of the words and situations, though I did change somethings, including the way ending. The ending is different compated to the way the episode ended. Now, I will say this now, this story is now, for the most part, in Elena's view, meaning the majority of it will be Elena, with some Damon, and a little bit of Amora - yes, she's still there. She's still has a job to do, after all.
First Meet
Dear diary,
I made it through the day. I must have said, "I'm fine, thanks" at least thirty-seven times. And I didn't mean it once. But no one noticed. When someone asks, "How are you?" they don't really want an answer.
Elena finished writing, when a cawing noise made her jump. She look up. A crow stood on top of her parents' gravestone. She softly sighed, her heart returning to normal rate.
"Okay, hi, bird. That's not creepy or anything," she muttered to herself. "Shoo!"
The crow jumped, looking like it was about to take off. "That's what I thought," she muttered, turning back to her diary. She didn't notice that the crow didn't take off like she had expected it too.
Instead, the crow stayed there, seemingly to look at her as she went back to her diary. However, before she could continue to write, she noticed something weird happening. Mist was beginning to creep along the ground, heading towards her and covering the place. She stood up, slightly fearful and creeped out.
"Okay, guess it's time to go," she muttered to herself, hurrying away. She had taken a few steps into the woods when the feeling of eyes on her had her looking behind her, where she could have sworn she saw someone standing there. It was a barely there shadow, tall and male shaped. A strange feeling came over her, almost as if something was drawing her towards the shadow. She took a few steps in that direction, almost entranced, when the mist swirled up once again, blocking her view for just a second.
When the mist settled at her feet once more, the space was empty.
Okay, definitely seeing things she thought, turning back the way she had originally been heading. She calmly walked down the rather steep incline, but the dense mist made it hard for her to know where to place her feet, and she suddenly tripped, falling head over feet down. She turned to her side, forcing herself to roll down that way, minimizing any and all injury.
She hit a tree, which stopped her fall.
"Oh, ow," she said, slowly sitting up while rubbing her hand against her side. She got lucky; the bag in which she had brought that held her journal and the pencil she was using saved her from being injured by the tree as well. As she was about to stand, she heard a twig crack, and looked up, her eyes immediately locking on Stefan Salvatore.
"You okay," he asked, reaching her. She nodded, her eyes coming up to meet his green ones. Stefan Salvatore was the new kid at school. Everyone was interested in the orphan who had just to live with his uncle at the Salvatore boarding house. Everyone, that is, other than Elena.
Her first meeting with him was rather embarrassing, with her having just exited the boys bathroom after following her stoned brother on there. Before that, she and Bonnie had been looking at his back, a very hot back, according to Bonnie; Elena hadn't shared in her opinion. Then, he had pretty much stared at her during history.
Normally, a guy as cute as him would garner her attention, but, to be honest, he weirded her out quite a bit. First, when she had left the boys bathroom, he had stared at her, almost as if he knew who she was, though not quite; then, his staring during class. It made her think he was a stalker. She also got the sense that he was hiding something for her when they talked earlier, but what, she didn't know.
"Were you following me?" she asked him, forgetting to bother with pleasantries. He looked confused; however, she thought she saw just a bit of shame in his face as well.
"No, I, uh, I just…I saw you fall," he said. She didn't believe him. While she knew that he probably wasn't the one watching her – she didn't feel the connection she had before – she was still suspicious of him.
"Uh-huh, and you just happen to be hanging out in a cemetery," she commented. His face suddenly became tight, defensive, and it took him a second to reply.
"I'm visiting," he finally said. "I have family here."
She flinched. Wow, talk about being tackless. She should have realized that, as the Salvatores were one of the founding families of Mystic Falls. Of course he would have some here. Yet, even with this rather feasible excuse, she got the feeling that he was still lying. Plus, the fact that the Salvatore graves were too far away for him to have notice her fall as she did – they were on the other side of the graveyard.
"I'm sorry," she said anyways, mostly so that he didn't realize that she knew he wasn't being completely truthful. "It's the fog, it's making me foggy. And then back there, there was this bird, and it was all very Hitchcock for a second. That is the bird movie, right, The Hitchcock? I'm Elena."
Stefan smiled at her, showing that he was buying into her excuses. She was very hard pressed not to roll her eyes; she knew that she would be relaying this event to Caroline and Bonnie later.
"I'm Stefan," he said, introducing himself though it was unneeded. She already knew his name.
"I know. We have History together," she said.
"And English and French," he admended.
"Right," she said, having forgotten about those classes. Of course, it was rather easy to forget he was in them when he wasn't about to stare at her so much, as he sat in front of her in both classes rather than behind. She realized she was still on the ground, and went to stand.
"Oh," he said, holding out his hand to help her. Not really wanting to, she still allowed him to pull her up.
"Thanks," she said. "Nice ring." Her eyes were on the rather interesting ring he wore on his right index finger. It was rather ugly looking.
"Oh. Um, it's a family ring," he said, coming up with a lie rather quickly. "Yeah, I'm kind of stuck with it. It's weird, hun?"
"No, no. It's just, I mean, there are rings and then there's that." She hoped he didn't say anything else, as she was already getting bored with talking to him. Then, something strange happened. He took in a rather deep breath, and froze.
"Did you hurt yourself?" he asked suddenly, so suddenly that she didn't really catch what he said.
"Hmm?" she said.
"Did you hurt yourself?" he repeated, pointing down at her feet and ankles. I
"Oh, uh, I don't know," she said, suddenly aware of a pain in her right ankle. She limped over to the stump of a cut down tree, and lifted her foot to rest on it, pulling up her pant leg to see that she had indeed been hurt. It looked horribly scraped up, made worse by the dirt she could see had gotten into it.
"Oh! Look at that. That is not pretty." She looked over to see him suddenly fidgety, looking, for all the world, like he wanted to be somewhere else. "You okay?" she asked..
"You should go, take care of that," he said, motioning towards her ankle. She looked at it.
"Really, it's nothing," she said, then realized that it was an opening that would get her out of the uncomfortable talk the two had been having. "Oh second thought, yeah, perhaps I should," she amended, looking up to where he was, only to see him gone.
Huh. Seems like he can't handle blood all that well she thought, having noticed that he hadn't stayed around long once she had uncovered the wound. At least I have a way of getting rid of him quickly. She signed, pulling her pant leg down and turned to head home, needing to clean and bandage the wound before it could get any worse. She didn't notice how much lighter her bag was as she walked.
Arriving home, she immediately saw that Jenna was also home.
"Hey," she said, heading up the stairs to her bedroom.
"Your limping. Why are you limping?" Jenna immediately said.
"Just took a small spill, that all," she said, continuing up to her bathroom, where she cleaned her wound and bandaged it. Then, she went to her room, where she began to do her homework that she had put off earlier.
I'm meeting Bonnie at the grill," she told her aunt as she headed back down the stairs. Night had fallen, and she remembered her promise to meet Bonnie and Caroline at the grill.
"Okay, have fun," Jenna said, then seemed to remember something. "Wait, I've got this. Don't stay out late, it's a school night."
"Well done, Aunt Jenna," Elena said, looking as if she way about to laugh. She didn't, knowing that her aunt was trying. Her poor aunt, who was only a few years older than her, forced into a role she just wasn't ready for. She walked and opened the door, coming face to face with Stefan.
"Oh," she said, startled. How did he know where I lived she thought, startled.
Sorry, I was about to knock. I wanted to apologize for my disappearing act earlier. I know it was…strange," he said.
"No worries," she answered it wasn't so much as strange but welcome was the unfinished rest of the sentence. "I get it, blood makes you squeamish."
"Um, something like that. How's your leg?" he asked.
"Oh, it's fine. Just a scratch, barely," she answered, then asked, "How did you know where I lived?"
"It's a small town," he said, then admitted, "I asked the first person I saw. Um, I thought you might want this back."
He held up her journal. Her eyes widened with surprise. How in hell did he get that? She put it back into her bag. She thought about questioning him about it, then realized that it wouldn't get her any answered. Instead, she acted like there as nothing wrong about him having it.
"Oh, I must have dropped it. I – Thank you," she said, reaching and taking it from him. She tried to discretely see if it had been read, but she must have not done so as well as she thought about it, because he said, "Don't worry, I didn't…read it."
That's a I read it confirmation right there she thought, having noticed how he paused, and how he tried to deny it. He couldn't hide the truth from showing in his eyes.
"No? Why not? Most people would have," she said, trying to get him to tell the truth.
"Well, I wouldn't' want anyone to read mine," he said, skirting around the question a bit. Still, the admission stunned her. Most guys wouldn't admit to keeping a journal as easily as he did.
"You have a journal?" she blurted out without thinking. It just sounded so unbelievable. She mentally kicked herself, realizing that it made her sound interested in him.
"Yeah, if I don't write it down, I forget it. Memories are too important to really forget," he said, sounding as if he was trying to impress her.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna, um, I'm gonna go put this into my room," she said.
"Sorry, were you going somewhere?" he asked, having just noticed that she was dressed to go out, wearing something very nice.
"Yeah, I'm meeting a friend," she said, "Um, thank you, again, for bringing this to me. Bye."
She shut the door gently before heading up to her room, putting the diary there, and heading back down. She was surprised to see that Stefan was still there.
"Um, I was wondering if I could walk with you to where your meeting you friend, if it's alright?" he asked nervously. She wanted to say no, but knew that it would be rude to do so, and allowed him to do so, telling him that she was going to the Grill.
Elena entered the Grill with Stefan, immediately seeing Bonnie standing next to Matt, who, upon seeing her with Stefan, looked a bit lost. She saw him turn to Bonnie and say something before heading over to them.
"Hey, I'm Matt," he said, introducing himself to Stefan. "Nice to meet you."
"Hi. I'm Stefan," Stefan said politely, as Elena slid away from them and towards Bonnie.
"What's this?" Bonnie whispered as she and Elena walked over to the table where Caroline sat, looking very unhappy.
"I ran into him at the cemetery, and dropped my diary without realizing it. He returned it to me, and then asked to walk her with me. It would have rude not to except," Elena said.
"Well, I hope you know what your doing. Caroline's already planning her wedding to him," Bonnie said.
"She can have him. I'm not very interested in him," Elena whispered back, so quietly that no one, not even Stefan, heard her other than Bonnie. They arrived at the table, where pleasantries were exchanged with Caroline, though no one could say that Caroline's were fake as she talked to Elena. They spoke to each other for a few minutes before Caroline called for Stefan.
"Hey, want to hang out with us?" she asked.
"Sure," he said, and Caroline moved to make room for him. He still tried to sit next to Elena, who purposely didn't move to make room for him, making him only have the option of placing him next to Caroline.
"So, what made you come here" Caroline asked, and Elena tuned her out as Caroline interrogated him, only tuning back in when he mentioned that he had been born there.
"So, you were born here in Mystic Falls?" Caroline said.
"Mm-hmm. And moved when I was still young," Stefan added.
"And your related to the Salvatores who helped make the town?" Caroline asked. Stefan nodded.
"Where are your parents?" Bonnie asked.
"My parents passed away," he answered.
"I'm sorry," Elena said, simply because she knew how it felt. "Any siblings?"
"None," he lied. Elena immediately picked up upon that little fact, but didn't say anything.
"I live with my uncle," he continued, unaware of Elena's suddenly disinterest. She really didn't want to be around someone who lied about things like family. Of course, neither Bonnie nor Caroline noticed it either – in fact, Bonnie was thinking about how good Stefan would be for Elena, despite the fact that Caroline wanted him. Bonnie was only thinking that he was good for Elena because of his obvious interest in Elena.
"So, Stefan, if your new, then you don't know about the party tomorrow," Caroline said.
"It's a back to school thing at the falls," Bonnie added. Stefan turned to Elena.
"Are you going?" he asked, unintentionally snubbing the other two girls, for he was making it very clear that he would only go if Elena did. While this didn't make Caroline very happy, it did for Bonnie, who was already setting the two up in her mind.
"Of course she is," Bonnie said before Elena could say anything, and Stefan smiled at her. Elena had to work hard to keep her distaste from showing, giving him the fakest smile she could. The small talk went on for a while before Elena realized that it was getting late.
I've got to get home," she said, and then, seeing Stefan open his mouth, she plowed on. "Bonnie, walk with me? I've got something to talk to you about."
"Sure," Bonnie said slowly at Elena's pleading look, having been about to refuse, for she had also seen the Stefan about to say something. Caroline, who was originally going to walk home with Bonnie, despite the fact that they lived on opposite ends of the town, was about to say something when Elena said, "Oh, and Stefan, can you walk Caroline home, make sure she gets there safe?"
Caroline jumped at the chance to have Stefan alone with her. "Ooh, yes, will you walk me home?"
She didn't give him a chance to reply, leaving just a few minutes before Elena and Bonnie did. Elena and Bonnie managed to keep from speaking to each other until they were well on their way to Bonnie's house.
"Okay, what was that about?" Bonnie asked.
"What was that about? What was with the whole answering me about the party? I mean, I know your not trying to set me up with him, right?" Elena countered. Bonnie pinkened, but didn't back down.
"So what if I was?" Bonnie demanded. "I mean, he obviously want you, and he's hot. You two would be so good together, anyways."
"Yeah, and what about Caroline? You told me she was already planning their wedding," Elena said.
"Well, him and Caroline wouldn't be so good together. She's all…stalkerish about him. Not a good combination," Bonnie said.
"Oh, and it's alright for me to be with him if he's stalking me?" Elena asked. Bonnie immediately became serious.
"What do you mean, he's stalking you?" she asked.
"I told you that he offered to walk me to the Grill, but I didn't tell you how that happened," Elena said, then went on to explain about their meeting in the cemetery, and his returning of her diary at her house, and then not leaving when she gave a semi-clear sign that he should by shutting he door in his face.
"Okay, so you think he's stalking you because…" Bonnie asked, not getting it.
"My diary was in my bag the whole time, and I was pretty much on the ground the entire time we talked in the cemetery; I would have noticed if it had fallen out. Plus, he's stares at me way too much; I mean, you even noticed that in class today. And his stare wasn't a regular one, but a creepy one – and before you say that it wasn't, you weren't under it," Elena said.
"I honestly thing he was hoping I would invite him into my house – I'm going to make sure that Jenna and Jeremy know not to. Also, think about the time he returned by diary at – just as I was leaving to meet you at the Grill. He said he didn't read it, but there was no reason to keep it as long as he did if he didn't. And it's not that hard to find my house, especially if he asked someone as he said he did. No, he lied about not reading my diary, which makes him suspicious to me. And he is not my type, anyways.
"Also, you didn't notice it, but, remember when I left you after we first saw him. Well, I went into the boys room to yell at Jeremy, and when I walked out, I almost ran into him. You didn't see it, but he looked at me as if he knew me in some way. He wasn't surprised to see me, that much is certain."
"You really thought about this a lot," Bonnie said, though she still thought that Elena and Stefan would be good together, not believing much of what Elena said. There was no reason for Stefan to be stalking Elena, as simple as that. And perhaps Elena was mistaken about her diary; perhaps it did fall out, she didn't notice, and Stefan had left something at the cemetery and gone back to get it, where he found the diary. Either way, there was a perfectly good reason for him to having it.
"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," Elena said as her and Bonnie split up. Elena sighed as she walked off, having been able to tell that Bonnie still didn't believe her. She knew that the only way for Bonnie to believe her about things was irrefutable proof – it was something that always made Elena wonder why she had even bothered to stay friends with Bonnie, since she never believed her about things, things that somehow always were true and proven true after awhile. And Bonnie never even apologized…for any of it.
Well, I'm sure I'll be able to find proof of Stefan reading my diary, whether he mess with something in it or he quotes something I wrote Elena thought as she arrived home. I'm sure that, if I can't prove he read it, he'll slip up and quote something verbatim. I'm sure of it.
Dear Diary,
Is it even safe for me to write in you anymore, or have you been violated by Stefan, as I suspect you have been?
Bonnie doesn't believe me when I told her Stefan was stalking me, and perhaps she's right; maybe I'm being a bit paranoid about that. However, it still doesn't explain how he got his hands on you, or why it took him so long to return you. I can only guess that he read you during that time, though nothing but my own gut feelings indicate this.
Who is Stefan, you ask. I suppose I should explain him. Stefan Salvatore is the new kid at school, though he was born here. I don't know what happened, just that his parents died and he's hear to live with his uncle. He says he's an only child – a lie, to be sure. I don't think he realizes this, but there is a little indicator that he's lying – for a moment, it looked as if he was going to say something else. He has History, English, and French with me, though it is only in History that he has a clear view of me, one he is using to his advantage – he never once took his eyes off of me during that class today, a creep factor to be sure.
Caroline's interested in him; she's apparently already planning their wedding, or, at least, that's what Bonnie told me. However, he doesn't seem interested in her; in fact, he hasn't shown interest in anyone but me, and it makes me nervous. His interest is the regular type of interest, but seems to be more of a different one. I wonder if I remind him of someone, an ex-girlfriend, perhaps, for that is what his focus reminds me of – it's the same focus Matt always looks at me with, yet different in a way as well.
Speaking of his interest in me, it seems he has someone on his side; Bonnie, my best friend, is going against my wishes and is attempting to set me up with him, even after I told her that I didn't want him that way. My words, as the saying goes, seemed to have gone in one ear and out the other.
She has informed him that I am to be at the party at the falls tomorrow. I guess that is where I will tell him that I'm not interested in him, hopefully before he completely ruins any chance of being with Caroline. From what I've seen already, she'll be good for him…and she deserves some happiness.
In other news, something happened earlier, the reason why I didn't finish writing to you earlier, before your kidnapping. Someone was watching me – a different someone compared to Stefan, who was also at the cemetery just as I was. I do not know who it was, though I did see them; it became rather foggy before I noticed him, rather Hitchcock like, for I'd seen a crow on my parents gravestone just moments before the mist crept up.
Unlike Stefan, though, whoever it was that was watching me did not fill me with unease. Rather, I felt a need to go to them, had started to, in fact, before they disappeared. As disturbing as it is, I want to know who it was, want to know why I felt what I did…and I want to know if there is a possibility of feeling it and more if I ever meet him. Yes, him. I know it was a him; the outline looked male.
Anyways, perhaps I will meet whoever it was. Perhaps when I do, the mystery of who he is will be revealed.
And perhaps Stefan will realize that I want nothing to do with him, without me having to say anything. I can only hope.
Elena
Elena signed the entry with her name, closing her diary before placing it in it's hiding place. Sighing, she turned off her light before going to sleep, dreaming about the shadowed man she had seen earlier in the cemetery.
Meanwhile, outside of Elena's house, Amora stood in the shadows, as she had for a good portion of the day. Save for Elena's first meeting of Stefan, she's been watching Elena, blocking her from any outside influence. Amora could feel that someone – who, she had yet to figure out – had been trying to break through her shields around Elena to make a connection to Jeremy. The presence had felt malevolent, not a trait a cupid should have.
Luckily, with a cupid meant to form a soul bond – AKA, a cupid meant to fix messed pairing when their paired wrongly, even if they have to go through time to do it – was much stronger than the average cupid, so Amora had the strength to do keep it away. Amora had thought that it was rather funny when Elena, without the malevolent influence, had felt…disturbed by Stefan
She obviously wasn't interested in him, though Stefan wasn't getting the hint as he should. Unfortunately, it seemed the this cupid was having help in some way – whether forced or otherwise – in Elena's pseudo friend. Amora wasn't surprised that it was Bonnie who was trying to push the two together; it was Bonnie who had given Elena subtle hints to get with Stefan to begin with, who had also had made Amora's job harder by being against Elena being with Damon the whole time. Add in the fact that she was trying to force Jeremy to get with her, and she wasn't a friend of Amora.
Signing, Amora put up a protection field around Elena's house as she slept, planning on scouting the town to see if she could find the malevolent cupid who was trying to force what wasn't meant.
Elena sat in her history class, trying to concentrate as Mr. Tanner – who, Elena would admit – was her least favorite teacher, too much of a bastard to think about others, as well as too high up on a high horse to think realize that he wasn't a god. Contemptuous, sarcastic, and mean-spirited, he, unlike other teachers, was always saying things that he shouldn't say, including insulting students for not knowing his subject.
Stefan, however, wasn't making it easy. His eyes refused to move from her, and, though she tried to listen to what Mr. Tanner was saying, as well as what they were reading, which held the information to the answers he was looking for.
The Battle of Willow Creek took place right at the end of the war in our very own Mystic Falls," Mr. Tanner was reading from his notes. He looked up to the class. "How many casualties resulted in this battle? Ms. Bennett?"
"Um…a lot? I'm not sure. Like a whole lot," Bonnie said.
"Cute becomes dumb in an instant, Ms. Bennett," Mr. Tanner said nastily. Bonnie glared at him, but he ignored it, a contemptuous look on his face as he looked down his nose as them. His eyes looked them over before stopping on Matt. 'Mr. Donovan. Would you like to take this opportunity to overcome your embedded jock stereotype?"
Of course, if your on the football team, he's not as insulting to you thought Elena, having noticed the light way he spoke to Matt. He was always nicer to those on the football team, which he headed, just as it was the cheerleaders – such as her and Bonnie – he was the meanest too.
"It's okay, Mr. Tanner, I'm cool with it," Matt said, a joke clearly heard. Mr. Tanner didn't say anything, showing his clear bias.
"Hmm. Elena? Surely you can enlighten us about one of the town's most significantly historical events?" he said, singling her out now. She thought, but between Stefan's intimidating stare and the fact that – in all honesty – he hadn't taught this before, and had just begun to question them about it before talking about it meant that she didn't know.
"I'm sorry, I – I don't know," she said nervously, waiting for his insults. She didn't have to wait long.
"I was willing to be lenient last year for obvious reasons, Elena," he began contemptuously. Elena had to keep herself from glaring at him – she had missed the last three weeks of school, having been in the hospital then entire time – he hadn't been given anytime with her to lenient. Bastard she thought. "But the person excuses ended with summer break."
Elena was perfectly fine ignoring him – after all, she didn't think he was worth it. Stefan, however, seemed to think he had to speak up for her; he seemed to think she was damsel, and that her silence wasn't out of choice. At least, that's how she felt when he began to talk.
"There were three hundred forty-six casualties, unless you're counting local civilians," Stefan said. Mr. Tanner was unable to look a bit impressed, until the mention of local civilians. Another superior look crossed his face.
"That's correct. Mister…," he began, acting as if he had no idea of who was talking.
"Salvatore," said Stefan politely.
"Salvatore. Any relation to the original settlers here at Mystic Falls?" Tanner continued. Elena, who, like the others, were watching the two, and Elena looked back to Stefan, waiting for his answer. Which was how she noticed the small wince Stefan tried to surpress.
"Distant," he said, sounding off-hand with the comment.
"Well, very good. Except, of course, there were no civilian casualties in this battle," Mr. Tanner said. He was about to speak again when Stefan spoke up.
"Actually, there were twenty-seven, sir," he said. "Confederate soldiers…they fired on the church, believing it to be housing weapons. They were wrong. It was a night of great loss." A small, knowing smile crossed his face. "The founder's archives are, uh, stored in civil hall if you'd like to brush up on your facts." He paused for a moment. "Mr. Tanner." The last bit was added with faux politeness.
"Hmm," Mr. Tanner said, clearly taken aback. He walked to his desk to look at his copy of the archives, and a look of displeasure crossed his face for a moment before the look faded, and he began to speak again. No one really listened, though, most were throwing Stefan looks of 'cool, man' for his one-upping of Mr. Tanner. Stefan seemed to ignore them, though Bonnie noticed that he looked at Elena a few more times, a look of disappointment crossing his face after he realized that she wasn't looking at him thankfully.
Bonnie decided to see what was wrong with Elena after class.
Bonnie didn't get a chance to talk to him until the party. Bonnie reached and grabbed another beer, walking over to her. Holding it out, Elena took it from her.
"I really shouldn't be thankful for this," she said. Bonnie rolled her eyes.
"So what was up with you in class?" Bonnie asked. "I mean, why did you pretty much ignore Stefan after he stood up for your honor?"
"You mean why did I ignore my annoying stalker?" Elena clarified, ignoring Bonnie's glare. "I did it because I'm not a damsel as he seems to think I am. You know what Tanner's like; ignoring his jabs is the best thing to do, especially since only a parent whose seen his conduct can complain about it. It just isn't worth it to get in with him, like Stefan seemed to think he should do. While, yes, I did enjoy seeing Tanner brought down, I didn't appreciate being treated like a damsel in distress."
"Elena, you can't say your not attracted to him," Bonnie said. Stefan arrived then, spying them almost immediately, though he stayed away for a moment to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"People look up to me. I have to set an example," Elena said, a bit jokingly.
"Just admit it, Elena," Bonnie said, a bit annoyed.
"Okay, okay. He's a little pretty," Elena finally relented; however, she wasn't able to add what she wanted to add.
"He has that romance novel stare," Bonnie said dreamily.
Elena rolled her eyes. ";Stefan looked deep into her eyes, piercing her very soul,'" she said mockingly. Bonnie, still thinking about Stefan dreamily, didn't notice it, nor did Stefan, who had been doing a happy dance upon Elena's admittance that she thought he was pretty.
Stefan finally decided that it was time to go talk to Elena; however, he hadn't noticed that someone had seem him until Caroline, wearing her heart on her sleeve, appeared right next to him.
"Hey!" she exclaimed. You made it!"
"I did," Stefan said, a bit wearily. He didn't like this girl.
"we;;, let's get you a drink," Caroline said, not noticing his obvious discomfort.
"Well, I'm," he started, but she ignored him, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the table with the drinks.
"Oh, come on," she urged, ignoring his protests.
Elena was the one of the two who noticed this, though she hadn't been able to hear what was being said. Bonnie, however, seemed to remain oblivious of the fact that Stefan had arrived, for she was drinking deeply from the cup in her hand. She began to look around for him, planning on making up some reason for him to join her and Elena, and then ditching them
That way, Elena will realize that he's going to be the best thing that will happen to her Bonnie thought. She looked around, though she was barely able to see, thanks to her rather blurred vision.
"So where is he?' she asked, though her eyes passed over him several times. Elena rolled her eyes again.
"I don't know. You tell me, you're the psychic one," Elena said sarcastically.
"Oh, right. I forgot," Bonnie said sheepishly. She took a deep breath, then blew it out. "Okay, give me a sec. Grams says I have to concentrate."
"Wait, you need a crystal ball," Elena said, holding out her still full beer bottle. Bonnie reached over to take it, accidently touching Elena's hand.
"Ahh," she gasped as a strange vision floated through her mind as the bottle dropped to the ground.
'What?" Elena immediately said, looking concerned for he friend.
"That was weird," Bonnie said, breathing heavily. "When I touched you, I saw a crow."
"What?" Elena asked in disbelief. Did she only see the crow, or did she see everything? More than that, did she feel anything that Elena felt? Did she also see her meeting with Stefan as well?
"A crow. There was fog, a man." She paused there, shaking her head, disbelief all over her face. "I'm drinking, I'm drunk. There's nothing psychic about it." She seemed to have forgotten about Elena by then, and turned to leave at that moment. "Okay, I'm gonna get a refill."
She left before Elena could suggest that Bonnie not drink anymore. Okay thought Elena she's always complaining about her grams drinking, but she decides to drink some more instead of heading home. I know that I love her and all, but that's just plain stupidity.
'Okay, Bonnie," she muttered under her breath, turning around to find a seat somewhere.
"Hi," Stefan suddenly said. She barely managed not to jump.
"Hi," she said, her heart pounding against her chest Stefan smiled, thinking that her pounding heart was due to attraction rather than fright.
"I did it again, didn't I?" he said, having noticed her jumping slightly.
"I'm sorry, you're upset about something," he said smoothly.
"Oh, uh, no, it's Bonnie. She's…," Elena started, then realized that it really wasn't any of Stefan's business, plus she didn't want him to think that Bonnie was crazy, even if she was at the moment. "You know what? Never mind, You're…here," she said bleakly, not knowing what else to say.
"I'm here," he said, thinking she was happy to see him. They were silent for a few moments as many of the other kids there walked up and said hi to Stefan.
"Everyone's rather friendly," he said. Elena let out a chuckle.
"You know, you're kind of the talk of the town," Elena said.
"Am I?" he asked.
"Mm-hmm. Mysterious new guy," she said, "oh, yeah."
"Well, you have the mysterious think going, too," he said, as if he needed to compliment her. Elena managed not to grimace. Is that why he's interested in me she wondered.
"Twinged in sadness," he said, oblivious of the fact that she wasn't really paying attention to him.
"What makes you think I'm sad?" she asked, almost defensively.
"Well, we did meet in a graveyard," he said.
"Right," she said, calming down, about to say that she could have just been stenciling when another thought occurred to her. "Well, no, technically we met in the men's room, or by the door as I was leaving."
She really didn't want to say more, but he wasn't taking the hint.
"It's…it's not exactly party chit-chat," she said, a slightly last ditch attempt to telling him that she didn't want to talk about it.
"Well, I've never been very good at, uh, chit-chat," he said, still looking at her expectantly. She looked him in the eye, about to tell him to stop questioning her, when something weird happened, and she felt the need to speak to him.
"Last spring…," she started, almost unable to keep herself from speaking. She barely noticed that they had also begun to walk, heading towards a bridge near the falls. "My parents drove off a bridge into the lake. And I was in the backseat and I survived, but…they didn't. So that's my story."
Elena looked down and away, slightly scared and a little angry at herself for exposing something that she hadn't wanted to talk about. What scared her was the fact that she had started to talk about it at all, especially when she originally had no plan to do so. She was wondering what he had done when he spoke.
"You won't be sad forever, Elena," he said, calmly and smoothly, and Elena thought she could hear him say something else along the lines of her being happy with him, though he didn't really say it. She could just tell what he was thinking.
"So, what did Caroline want earlier?" Elena asked, getting the topic off of her.
:"Oh, just to welcome me. Hey, what was up with Bonnie earlier? I noticed she looked a bit freaked when she went off," he said.
"Oh, it's nothing. She just wants a good buzz for some reason," she said, not wanting to tell him about Bonnie's weird talent that she kept saying she had.
"Oh, I hope she's all right," he said. "I like Bonnie, she seems like a good friend."
Elena wondered if he liked Bonnie because of Bonnie's obvious like of Stefan, and the fact that Bonnie wasn't hiding the fact that she thought Elena and Stefan together.
"Yeah, best friend in the world," she said, mentally adding At least compared to Caroline. Man, I really need to get some new friends, if this is the case. It wasn't good that neither of her friends were actually good. I mean, on one hand, I have Caroline, whose my best friend until a guy she wants, wants me, or some competition that we're both in, and then she become my worst enemy. On the other, there's Bonnie, who, when she thinks that something should be, she does whatever she can. Example, Matt and I. She talked me into dating him, saying we would go good together, simply because he showed interest in me. Most boring time of my life, in truth. And then there's now, where she's trying to get me and Stefan together now.
"And Matt, he can't seem to, uh, take his eyes off of you," he said, fishing. Elena could tell immediately, and knew that she would have to choose her next words carefully, enough for him to realize that she wasn't with Matt, but not so much that he would take it as an invitation to her. She decided on the truth, to a point.
"Matt's that friend since childhood that you start dating because you owe it to yourselves to see if you can be more," Elena said, mentally adding which was why I allowed Bonnie into talking me into dating him to begin with.
"And?" Stefan asked, hoping that he had been right in thinking that she wasn't dating anyone; despite his vigilance of her, he didn't know if Elena and Matt were actually over, or if she had broken up with him while in distress and planned on getting back together with him. Though Stefan was loathed to do so, he would compel Matt not to want to get back with her if he had to, to have her. He wouldn't compel her, though – he didn't want the type of love that he had with Katherine.
Of course, he knew, in his heart, that Katherine had never compelled him to love her. He just didn't want to believe it. Besides, with Elena, he would have Katherine anyways, and he would be able to take care of her, just as he had been taught growing up; to take care of the women, because they were helpless without a man guiding them. Katherine hadn't needed that; that was why he fought against the feelings he felt for her, because she wasn't a proper woman.
"And," Elena started, gaining his attention again, "then my parents died, and everything changed. Anyways, Matt and I, together was just, I don't know, it wasn't, um…it wasn't."
Again, she was talking to much, probably making him think that she was interested in him. And she had just made a fool of herself as well, admitting that the relationship was missing something, something that it was missing because she hadn't been willing to give it. Of course, the kisses were lacking in passion as well. Maybe that's why I never felt the need to do more. I'm just glad that I refuse to sleep with someone I'm dating unless I'm serious about them She began to pay attention to Stefan again..
"Passionate," he said, thinking and guessing what she was omitting. She blushed, unwillingly.
"No. No, it wasn't passionate," she said, trying desperately to think of a way to get away from him, or at least a subject change, when she noticed something wrong with his eyes. "Hey, um, are you okay? Um, your eye, it just, it's…"
Stefan turned away from her, mentally cursing himself as he realized what she was talking about.
"Oh, um… Yeah, no, it's, um, it's nothing. Um, are you thirsty? I'm gonna get us a drink."
He walked off before she could say anything. Scoffing, she shook her head as she headed back to the party; a small part of her mind noted that he headed in the opposite direction.
Once Elena got to the party, she began to look around, not sure of who she was trying to find, just knowing that it wasn't going to be Stefan.
"Looking for someone?" Elena jumped and turned to see that Matt had snuck up behind her.
"Hey," she said, smiling at him.
"When you broke up with me, you said it was because you needed some time alone. You don't look so alone to me," Matt said. Elena's smile fell from her face.
"Matt, you don't understand. It's –" she started, about to tell him that she wasn't interested in Stefan, just that Stefan had, for some odd reason, some interest in her, and pretty much refused to leave her alone, but he interrupted.
"That's okay, Elena. You do what you have to do. I just want to let you know that…I still believe in us. And I'm not giving up on that," he announced. Elena mentally sighed.
"Matt…" she started, but he had walked away by then. Sighing, she began to look around, hoping to find Bonnie or Caroline, so that she could explain to them that she was going to head home. She found Caroline, and started to head towards her, only to stop and pause when she saw Caroline grab at Stefan.
They talked for a bit, though Elena couldn't hear what was being said, but the look on Caroline's face gave her the gist of it. She turned, walking away, hoping that Stefan wouldn't find her, but was unsuccessful in the endeavor.
"Seems like you ran into Caroline," Elena said.
'Is she like that with, uh, all the guys?" he asked, making mention of Caroline's rather forward ways. The way he said it – the distaste for her forward ways – made Elena frowned.
"No," she said, a bit sternly, "You're fresh meat. She'll back off eventually. I actually think you'll be…God, you gotta be kidding me!"
She had about to say that she thought they'd be good for each other, but had just caught sight of someone who wasn't supposed to be there, as he was younger than everyone else.
"What is it?" Stefan asked.
"My brother," she said.
"The drunk one?" he asked. She pursed her lips at his obvious disrespect to her family; even if it was true, he had no right to be saying things like that.
"Excuse me," she said, heading toward her brother.
"Need some help?" he asked, clearly not wanting her out of his sight. She gave him a fake smile.
"Trust me, you're not going to want to witness this," she said, her eyes telling him to just back off, and that he was not to follow her, before turning to back in the direction her brother was heading. "Jeremy! Jeremy!"
She hurried after him, leaving Stefan standing, a bit bewildered, behind her. What had just happened?
"Jeremy, where the hell are you going?" Elena asked as she followed him into the forest.
"I don't want to hear it!" he yelled at her, quickening his pace.
"Yeah, well, too bad!" she said, about to read him the riot act when he suddenly tripped. Her mouth fell open in surprise as she realized that he had tripped over Vicki Donovan, Matt's sister, who was hurt…badly.
"Vicki? No! Oh, my got, it's Vicki!" Jeremy said, panicking a bit. His parents had just died not long ago, and now his pseudo girlfriend was hurt. Elena dropped to her knees, finding where she was hurt.
"Oh, my god!" she gasped as she looked at Vicki's throat, which looked as if it had been mauled by some kind of animal.
"No!" Jeremy yelled, while Elena quickly grabbed under Vicki's arms, motioning for Jeremy to take her feet. Jeremy shook his head, quickly picking her up while Elena grabbed fretted about, pressing her hand to the wound in hopes of staunching the bleeding.
They hurried back to the party, where Elena began screaming, "Somebody help!" gaining everyone's attention. Matt was the first to notice what was wrong.
"Vicki? Vicki, what the hell?" Matt said, hurry to where Jeremy was placing Vicki down on a table.
""What happened to her?" Tyler asked, appearing behind him.
"Somebody call an ambulance!" Matt yelled as he saw the blood on Vicki's neck.
"It's her neck. Something bit her. She's losing a lot of blood," Elena said, looking terrified.
:Put this on her neck," someone said, passing a scarf up to her. Elena bunched it together and pressed it harshly against he wound. It certainly helped a lot better than her hand alone.
"Vicki. Vicki, come one, open your eyes, look at me," Matt pleaded. Elena's heart went out to him; after their father's death and the fact that their mother abandoned them, Matt had done pretty much everything to keep Vicki safe; Elena knew that he wouldn't survive if something happened to Vicki, just like Elena would be broken if she lost Jeremy.
She looked up at Matt; who was looking at the crowd, a look of suspicion on his face. She looked in the direction he was just in time to see Stefan's back as he left the party.
Stefan, meanwhile, unaware of the fact that the one person he didn't want to see him acting suspiciously had seen him doing so, headed back to the boarding house, where Zach Salvatore met up with him. Stefan didn't realize that someone was watching him and Zach, listening as Zach asked what was going on.
"Someone else was attacked tonight, Zack, and it wasn't me," Stefan said, heading to his bedroom. A crow suddenly flew past him, and he suddenly knew who it was that had attacked not only Vicki Donovan, but several others.
"Damon," he said, turning to his balcony. A man stood there, one who was – when put next to Stefan – undeniably cuter and taller. This man – who was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome – smirked.
"Hello, brother," he said, stepping forward into the room.
"Crow's a bit much, don't you think?" Stefan said.
"Wait until you can see what I can do with the fog," Damon said.
When'd you get here?" Stefan asked, determined to keep polite.
"Well, I couldn't miss your first day of school. Your hair's different. I like it," Damon said. Stefan sighed.
"It's been fifteen years, Damon," Stefan said.
"Thank god. I couldn't take another day of the nineties. That horrible grunge look? Did not suit you. Remember, Stefan, it's important to stay away from fads," Damon said, skirting around what Stefan was trying to get at.
"Why are you here?" Stefan asked.
"I miss my little brother," Damon said. Stefan rolled his eyes, knowing that it wasn't true.
"You hate small towns," Stefan said. "It's boring. There's nothing for you to do." Those words were what Stefan had heard Damon say more than once.
"I've managed to keep myself busy," Damon said, and Stefan knew that he was talking about the recent rash of missing people and murders that had happened around the place.
'You know, you left that girl alive tonight. That's very clumsy of you," Stefan said, as if he wished that Vicki was dead. In truth, he honestly didn't care what happened to Vicki – if it was Elena or Bonnie, he would, for different reasons, of course – but Vicki was a non-entity to him; it didn't matter what happened her, and the possibility that he might know about what he was – he doubted Damon erased or covered her memory – would cause more problems than he really cared for.
"Ah. That can be a problem…for you," Damon said. Stefan froze, then turned sharply to him, knowing exactly what he meant.
"Why are you here now?" he asked harshly.
"I could ask you the same question," Damon said. And he could – Stefan might have a habit of returning to Mystic Falls, but he was always careful to return when there was no possible way that someone would recognize him. Of course, Damon had been watching him, and had noticed something that would catch Stefan's eye. "However, I'm fairly certain your answer can be summed up all ino one little word… Elena."
Stefan's head whipped to him, looking horrified.
Meanwhile, Elena was watching as Matt got into the Emergency van with his sister as Bonnie came up to her.
"Hey," Bonnie said. Elena looked to her. "We're gonna go mainline coffee, wait for news."
"I gotta take Jeremy home," she said. "But I'll head over there once I do."
Bonnie nodded, and Elena began to move away when Bonnie suddenly grabbed her arm.
"Elena, there's no way I'm psychic, I know that. But whatever I saw, or I think I saw, I have this feeling," Bonnie said.
"Bonnie, what?" Elena asked.
"That it's just the beginning," Bonnie said. Elena shivered as a feeling of foreboding over her, mixed with excitement at the thought of finding whoever it was that had been in the graveyard with her…other than Stefan, anyhow.
"She took my breath away. Elena. She's a dead ringer for Katherine. Is it working, Stefan? Being around her, being in her world? Does it make you feel alive?"
"She's not Katherine," Stefan bit out, despite the fact that he though wanted her because of her resemblance.
"Well, let's hope not. We both know how that ended," Damon said. Stefan's face tightened in anger, for he did remember how that happened. But he knew that Elena would do that; he would have her, after all.
"Tell me something," Damon continued, "when's the last time you had something larger than squirrel?"
"I know what you're doing, Damon," Stefan said, his voice full of warning. "It's not gonna work."
"Yeah? Come on. Don't you crave a little?"
"Stop it."
"Let's do it. Together. I saw a couple girls out there. Or just, lets cut to the chase, let's just go straight for Elena!"
"Stop it!"
"Imagine what her blood tastes like!" Damon had finally said the right words. Stefan's face turned. Black veins appeared underneath her as his canine teeth protruded from his mouth.
"I can," Damon added, looking happy at himself for making his brother loose control.
"I said stop!" Stefan yelled, launching himself at Damon. He pushed them through the window, down to the ground. Damon laughed.
"I'm impressed," Damon said. 'I give it a six. Missing style, but I was pleasantly surprised. Very good with the whole face-thinkg. It was good."
"You know, it's all fun and games, Damon, huh?" Stefan said. "But wherever you go, people die."
That's a given," Damon said, not at all bothered by the fact.
"Not here. I won't allow it," Stefan said. Damon looked at him.
"I take that as an invitation," Damon said. Stefan's face dropped.
"Damon, please. After all these years, can't we just give it a rest?" he pleaded. Damon stepped closer to him.
"I promised you an eternity of misery, so I'm just keeping my word," Damon said. Stefan seemed to deflate.
"Just stay away from Elena," he said. Damon rolled his eyes.
"Where's your ring?" he asked. Stefan looked down to his finger to see the family ring that Elena had commented about earlier was gone. He looked up to Damon again, a bit panicked. If he didn't have it, he wouldn't be able to keep Damon away from Elena.
"Oh, yeah, sun's coming up in a couple hours, and, poof, ashes to ashes," Damon continued, then, seeing Stefan's panicked face, he chuckled and said, "Relax. It's right here."
He held up one of his hands out, handing the ring back. He waited until Stefan had put it back on; then, he grabbed Stefan's shirt, and easily projected him against wall.
"You should know better than to think you're stronger than me," Damon said. "You lost that fight when you stopped feeing on people. I wouldn't try it again." He let Stefan go, cocked his head, and then added, "I think we woke Zack up. Hmm." His voice raised as he walked towards the house. "Sorry, Zach."
Elena pulled up to the house, waiting for Jeremy to get out and head inside so that she could head to the Grill. When he didn't move for a while, she looked at him.
"You okay?" she asked. He didn't answer.
"You know, people are going to stop giving you breaks, Jer," she finally said, in response to when she found him earlier, beer in hand. "They just don't care anymore. They don't remember that our parents are dead, because they've got their own lives to deal with. The rest of the world has moved on. You should try, too."
Jeremy scoffed. "I've seen you in the cemetery writing in your diary. Is that – is that supposed to be you moving on?"
Elena flinched, looking down, before saying, "Mom and dad wouldn't have wanted this."
Jeremy sighed as he got out of the car and headed to the house. Elena hurried inside, heading up to her room, where she grabbed her bag and diary, and headed back downstairs.
"Jenna, I'm going to go to the Grill. Vicki was attacked, and Bonnie, Caroline, and I are going to mainstream coffee while waiting for some news," she said. Jenna's face became alarmed.
"Are you alright?" she asked. Elena nodded. "Make sure your back before one," Jenna ordered, hoping that Elena would get some news. She knew both the Matt and Vicki situation, and knew that Matt wouldn't survive if something happened to Vicki. Matt was a nice kid; he didn't deserve to have something like that happen to his sister.
"I will," Elena said. She was about to head out before she remembered something.
"Oh, Jenna, if a guy named Stefan Salvatore comes here, don't tell him where I'm at, just say I wish to remain unbothered," she said. 'It's nothing, but I don't think I'll be in any shape to entertain him when I get back, and, considering how well I seem to be getting to know him, I don't think he'd just go home; I think he'd either head to the Grill or wait for me here."
"All right," Jenna said, wondering what it was about this Stefan that Elena obviously didn't like. That was the only reason she could think of to why Elena wouldn't want him to join her at the Grill.
"Why didn't he go for me? You know, how come the guys that I want never want me?" Elena heard Caroline as Bonnie. Neither of them noticed Elena had entered, and Elena used that to her advantage, wanting to know what Caroline was talking about.
"I'm not touching that," Bonnie said
"I'm inappropriate. I always say the wrong thing. And…Elena always says the right thing. She doesn't even try. And he just picks her. And she's always the one that everyone picks, for everything. And I try so hard, and …I'm never the one."
"It's not a competition, Caroline," Bonnie said.
"Yeah, it is," Caroline said.
""No, it isn't," Elena finally spoke, causing Bonnie and Caroline to jump. Bonnie excused herself rather quickly, leaving Caroline and Elena alone. Elena sighed, sitting down next to Caroline.
"Caroline, you don't want Stefan," she said, holding up her hand when Caroline was about to speak. "I'm not saying that because I want him, because I don't. In fact, he makes feel uncomfortable. I have not shown him any interest, save for being polite to him, which, as you know, is how I am with pretty much everyone."
Caroline nodded, knowing that it was true.
"Now, the reason why I say that you don't want him is because…well, in truth, he was rather rude when talking about you at the party earlier, and I think he's not over his last girlfriend, who, I get the feeling, looks more like me than you," she said.
"Why do you say that?" Caroline asked.
"His interest," she said. "The way he looks at me, pretty much all the time. The fact that he's not even looking at other girls with any interest – even Matt did that when we were dating. And, I don't, there's just something about his gaze that…frightens me. It's like he knows me, like he's met me before, even though I've never seen him in my life."
Caroline bit her lip, feeling a bit better in knowing that Stefan didn't actually want Elena so much as he was projecting a possible, previous girlfriend on her. Elena, who knew that Caroline was feeling better and why, wrapped an arm around her.
"So don't take his rejection serious. You're a beautiful woman whose going to make a man very lucky someday," she said.
"Thanks, Elena," Caroline said. "I'm going to go to the bathroom; then get Bonnie to get me home. She was complaining about it earlier. Are you going to stay here?"
"Yeah, I have permission to say until at least one; Jenna's worried, and want to hear if there's any news," Elena said. She didn't bother adding that Jenna would probably have told her that she could say out all night waiting for news, but the Grill closed at one; Jenna didn't want Elena on the street waiting for news.
"All right. Well, see you tomorrow if your not tired," Caroline said. Elena nodded her head, waving bye to Bonnie as she left as well, while ordering a coffee.
Knowing that it could be awhile before anyone would have news, Elena took out her diary, opened it to a new page, and began to write:
Dear Diary,
I couldn't have been more wrong. I thought that I could smile, nod my way through everything today, though a party; pretend that what happened last time wouldn't effect me and that it would be okay, and it was, to a point. But now…now I feel the full weight of dread that I had felt earlier, before I headed to the party.
Let me start at the beginning. Yesterday, Bonnie said that I would go to the party that was tonight, even though I hadn't planned on going – you remember what happened at the last one, after all. Luckily, I didn't have any flashbacks, and things were going good until Stefan arrived. Of course, something happened before Stefan arrived; Bonnie, when she touch my hand, mentioned something about yesterday's graveyard visit, which freaked her out, quite a bit.
However, back on Stefan. He circled almost exclusively around me, trying to monopolize my entire time. We conversed a bit, and – this is were it gets a little weird –the subject of my parents came up, a subject that I swore I wouldn't speak about again. Yet, when I looked him in the eye, I suddenly felt…like I had to tell him. It scared me.
Then…something else weird happened. His eyes, they changed. After that happened, he left, supposedly to get drinks for me and him, though I didn't want one. However, he went off in the wrong direction, and, while looking for Caroline or Bonnie, to inform them that I was planning to leave, I didn't see in anywhere at the party, until I had spotted Caroline, who had grabbed him. I saw them speaking…well, more like I saw him shoot her down without even considering the fact that she was way more interested in him that I was.
After that, he showed that he didn't care much for her forward way; that he didn't care for any woman being forward, from the tone of his voice. My already low opinion of him went lower after that, and I was glad when I saw Jeremy, who shouldn't have been there to begin with.
That's when the night took a more terrify turn, for, when I chased after Jeremy to talk to him, we found Vicki in the forest. She had been attacked by some animal. After carrying her back to the party, where the paramedics were called, every single one of us at the party was surrounding her; I myself was trying to stop the bleeding. Yet, I noticed Matt looking suspiciously in a single direction, and, when I followed his gaze, I saw Stefan leaving…in a bit hurry.
Why? Why was he leaving? And where did he go when he disappeared earlier? If I didn't know better, I would say that Stefan had something to do with Vicki's attack, but I saw the wound, before putting the scarf on it to stop the bleeding. She looked like she'd been mauled by something with sharp teeth, and Stefan's teeth weren't sharp.
So why did he seem panicked?
I wish I knew.
Elena
Putting the pen down, she settled for what promised to be a rather lengthy wait.
"I'll take two caramel frappes and a mocha frappe," she said as she was heading to the bathroom for a moment. She was feeling a bit lighthearted. Another hour had passed before Elena heard news that Vicki was stabilized, and she finally felt able to breathe. Now, all that was left that she had to do was wait for her frappes, and she'd be leaving. Well, after she took care of business.
It was as she was heading back to the table she'd monopolize while doing some extra History reading that she felt something, something strange but familiar. She looked around the Grill, but didn't see anything unusual, so she continued to her table, packing up her things before sitting down.
Not long afterwards, but before the waitress came with her frappes, the feeling returned, stronger this time, and she was able to recognize it. It was the feeling she had in the graveyard, the one she wanted to feel again. Also in effect was the feeling of eyes on her.
She looked up, straight into the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. Blushing, she looked down before looking up again, through her eyelashes.
Damon, who had entered the Grill, planning on finding some girl to play with, was slightly surprised to see Elena there. He thought about leaving, then decided that now would be a good time to play with Stefan's head by hanging around, and letting her see him; though he would leave before she could talk to him.
Of course, he didn't want to admit that, when she walked into the room, he felt…something pulling him to her. When she looked at him, he saw her blush, and a small, genuine smile crossed his face before he knew it. The smile widened when he saw her looking at him through her eyelashes.
They sat there, neither of them moving, just looking at each other, feeling that strange pull getting stronger, and about to make some sort of move when a waitress came over, interrupting them by standing if front of Damon. The feeling disappeared, and Elena had some suspicion as to why, a suspicion that became reality when she saw that the guy – whose name she wondered about – was gone. Sighing, she grabbed the frappes that she ordered and headed home
"Jenna, I'm back," she called softly, just in case someone was asleep. Luckily, no one was, as she found out when she walked to the kitchen to put the frappes in the fridge.
"Well?" Jenna asked, while Jeremy eyed her.
"Vicki's been stabilized, and she's fine," she said. Jenna and Jeremy let out simultaneous breaths of relief.
"That's good," Jenna said as Elena moved to the freezer, and put the coffee in there. "I take those are for in the morning?" Jenna asked. Elena nodded, then noticed the tea in front of Jenna.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Oh, your mother's special blend of tea. Rosemary, vervain, and chamomile, all mixed in one," Jenna said. "Still has an interesting taste that I remember, but calms me down as always," Jenna said. "Something that I definitely needed after finding out about Vicki and earlier. I can see what you meant about that Stefan character."
Elena looked up at her aunt sharply. "What happened?" she asked.
"Well, just as you suspected, he came here, said he wanted to talk to you, make sure you were okay," Jenna began. "I told him what you told me to tell him, but he mentioned that your car was missing, and then I told him that you went to see a friend and would be right back. Then he ask if he could wait, and I told him, because you were going straight to bed once you came. He tried to argue, saying that he would only be a few minutes, and then he asked if he could just leave you a note, and asked to come in."
Jenna sighed. "It was like nothing I said would get rid of him. Finally, I threatened to call the police if he didn't leave, since I'd already told him no.
"Oh, and what was up with his need for eye contact. It was like he expected me to do whatever he wanted when he made eye contact with me."
"I don't know," Elena said.
"Well, anyways, I can see why you didn't want anything to do with him, and, truthfully, I'd prefer if it stayed that way," Jenna said. "That kid give me the creeps."
"I know," Elena said, looking down. "I don't think he'll give up, though."
"Me neither," Jenna said. "I'm just glad that I didn't invite him into the house. I can only imagine just how hard it would be to get him out of it if I had."
"I'm just glad it didn't get violent," Elena said. "As nice as he seems, from what you just described and his attitude at the party, I get the feeling that he'd he might be the abuser type." Elena sighed. "And he seems to have become fixated on me."
Jenna looked slightly scared. "Any idea why?" she asked.
"I think I look like his ex," Elena said
"Do I need to get a restraining order against him for you?" Jenna asked.
"No. It's just a feeling, and he hasn't really done anything save for annoy the two of us. I don't want to make a big deal out of something that just might be nothing," Elena said, before yawning. Despite the coffee, she's made sure to keep it down low, so that she could get some sleep tonight, so she was feeling rather tired.
"I'm going to… yawn…go to bed," Elena said.
"Alright," Jenna said, yawning too. "I'll make sure the house is locked up. Goodnight, Elena."
"Night, Aunt Jenna," Elena said heading up stairs, where she got ready for bed. She made sure her windows were shut and locked, at he curtains were closed before she climbed into bed.
It didn't take her long to fall asleep.
Alright, there you go. I hope you liked it. I tried to keep it close to the episode while making it show that Elena has no interest in Stefan, which shows that her previous interest with him was done by the Cupid that Amora's now looking for. Also, in case you haven't noticed, I like Caroline, and don't care for Bonnie, so, in this story, Bonnie's going to be trying to get Elena together with Stefan, while Caroline is going to be on Elena's side. Also, I hope you like Damon and Elena's first glances - in case you didn't realize it, the force their feeling is Amora.
I do not know when the next chapter will be out - of course, if this story doesn't do too good, I'll most likely throw it onto the back burner and focus on those that do good, though I would still work on this one. However, if this story does do good - and the way I consider a story doing good is getting positive reviews - then I won't put this on the back burning. Oh, and, save for any Amora diary chapters like the first two that I may have, the chapters for this story will be around the same amount of words to this one, minus author's notes.
Anyhow, Please Review, I want to know what you think.
Hearts In Strangeness