CHAPTER 3
"Where do you think you're going with that missy?" Damon questioned, seeing Elena trying to sneak out of the house with the dagger.
"Oh nothing, I'm just going to take it home to keep it safe." She lied easily – although not well. Damon nodded slowly, clearly not believing what she was saying.
"Sure. So, you're not going to go and stab Rebekah so you can have Stefan all to yourself?" Damon said smartly. Elena just glared. Damon sighed and told her "Elena, Stefan loves Rebekah. Why can't you just let it be? You're spending so much time obsessing over the fact that Stefan doesn't love you anymore, you're missing the fact that someone else does."
Elena just glanced at him, shook her head, and started down the street. Slipping the dagger into her jacket pocket, she edged closer and closer to Rebekah's house. Seeing that Stefan was gone, she knocked on the door. There was silence inside, followed by a shuffling noise. The door swung open, revealing a curly-haired blonde beauty. Her smile looked fake; everyone knew of Rebekah's dislike for Elena.
"Yes, Elena. What do you want?" Rebekah asked, her velvet voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard to the brunette.
"Just to talk." Elena said and pushed through without invitation.
"Sure, come on in." Rebekah seethed and slammed the door.
"So, you and Stefan are pretty serious, right?" Elena faked small talk.
"Yes, not that it's any of your business." Rebekah replied.
"What did you have to do to make him forget about me?" Elena pushed on. Rebekah's nostrils flared and Elena knew she was pissed. "I mean, everyone knows he's really in love with me. So what was it? Money? No, Stefan would never stoop that low. To make me jealous? That seems plausible. Sexual favours – Stefan never seemed like the 'two-bit hooker' type but -"
"I'll have you know that his feelings for me are real!" Rebekah interrupted loudly. "Yes, it took him a while to get over you, but he is." Rebekah stepped over to a mirror and began to fix her hair smugly. "We sat, and we talked. About you, about me, about him. Everything. We -" Rebekah stopped when she saw Elena walking up behind her. "What are you doing?"
Rebekah gasped when a sharp pain shot through her. She saw her own blood seeping through her blue top and the end of a dagger poking out of her chest.
"Sorry, not sorry." Elena muttered angrily as she watched Rebekah's body fall to the floor with a thud. The brunette got her phone out and quickly dialled bonnie's number.
"Hey, Elena." Bonnie said happily.
"Bonnie, I need your help."
"With what?"
Elena hesitated. "Moving a body."