AN: one more chapter to go!
"Was that a dream?" She wonders. Was dying again a dream?
"No, it was not. Wake up, Elena. You have to transition." He tells her, and he hears her neck healing before he's thrown out of her head. She's sitting up. She can hear his pulse, his blood smells wonderful and she can also smell human blood in the fridge. Blood. She tries to take a deep breath and think. It's odd that she has died at the hands of two brothers, one was kind about it, and the other cruel-but in the end it is still death. She wants to cry and eat and laugh and rage- and do everything and nothing-it's all swirling around like one of those spinning rides, and she doesn't know how to get off the ride and back to normal. Her world is being tilted.
Her emotions are in overdrive and he sees her accidentally move too quickly and he moves so she crashes into him instead of into her kitchen island. He can take the impact easily. The island would not be so lucky. She moves away, embarrassed-but not too far away, he notes.
"Will you teach me?" She asks at him and then glances at the fridge. She's starving, and she's glad that Jeremy isn't there. Elijah can make the spinning stop, she knows. He's done it before.
"How to be a vampire." She clarifies, after a moment of silence. He nods.
"Of course." He looks at her, staring at the refrigerator with concentration.
"Can you get a blood bag out for me? I would try, but I'm worried I'll break the fridge." She confesses.
He furrows his brow slightly and she explains, "Caroline."
He opens the fridge.