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December 6th, 2011, 5:20 pm

It had been only five minutes and Elena was already speeding down the highway to Damon.

Wet, hot tears streamed down her face. She was surprised she could even see the road. It stretched long and desolate ahead of her. She sucked in a sharp pained sob and gripped the wheel tighter. Then suddenly she could see him, kneeling over something.

Elena screeched to a stop and before the car could even come to a full halt she was out and sprinting to Damon.

He looked up at her, his eyes red with ever flowing tears. They stared at each other, quiet. Elena's eyes moved down to the body at his feet. If you could even call it a body, Stefan. Her Stefan… been reduced to a pile of ashes and clothing.

A small ring sat on top; it glistened in the sunset.

She toppled over; tears flowed. They were quiet, but they covered her face.

Damon knelt beside her, his eyes on the ground; she saw a single tear tumble from his eye and onto the pavement. It was then that Elena had a glimmer of hope.

She slowly lifted her head and spoke in a cracked voice.

"What… what if its not him…"

Damon was shaking his head as she spoke.

"It is."

Elena sighed, "Damon… its just a pile of ashes. It could be anything; they could have taken his ring Damon! He could still be out there!" her chest filled with hope, only to be crushed by his words, "Elena" his head rose, blue eyes meeting hers.

"I know what my brothers ashes would smell like…" he paused.

"You forget… were vampires. We can smell things that others can't. Like I can smell the shampoo that he used, the pages of the last book he read…"

Damon's voice turned into a whimper and he broke down.

Elena hadn't ever seen Damon cry. Not like this, he cried with such agony and devotion that you might think it was his job, to be a professional crier.

She wrapped an arm around him. Hefting the vampire to his feet, "Elena no." he whispered. She shook her head, "Were not staying here Damon. You can't stay here… I can't stay here." She said stiffly.

Damon didn't argue with her, he just closed his eyes letting a few tears escape the confines of his eyes.

They fluttered down his cheeks. Elena reached up to wipe them away.

She turned back to Stefan, or what was left of him and let go of Damon, kneeling once again by his ashes.

Her white hand reached for the heap, her shaking fingers closed around the ring, she stood and reached behind her neck, unclasping her necklace.

Elena let the ring drop onto the chain; it clinked with her vervain pendent.

She clenched her eyes shut and kissed the ring. Then she knew what Damon was talking about, he could smell Stefan... Well she could taste him. Feel him, the way his lips closed around hers, his incredibly strong arms gently lifting her into his equally strong embrace.

"Goodbye my love." she whispered.

Elena let the ring fall against her chest, she let her arm wrap around Damons waist, helping him back to the car, she let herself take care of him, and she let herself begin to ache.

December 6th, 2011, 3:00am.

Stefan closed his green eyes and smiled.

He could remember her, her face, her eyes, the way she laughed when he kissed her neck.

He could remember Elena.

That was the only thing keeping him from killing everyone in this place. Well, that and he were trapped. He stood from the wooden chair he'd been confined too. His eyes scanned the small dark room they had placed him in.

He'd been stupid. Incredibly stupid, going after Klaus himself... what had he been thinking?

Although he didn't guess Damon could have been any help, they had grossly underestimated Klaus...

Stefan hadn't even fought him yet, and he'd been captured and had his ring snatched away. He growled and slammed his fist against the wall, "god dammit!" his voice echoed throughout the building.

Then, the door opened.

Stefan whirled around and saw a tall blonde vampire hop over the small vervain mote that surrounded the door.

"Klaus."

The vampire smiled when Stefan snarled his name. He stuck out his hand in a greeting; Stefan just stared at his hand.

"Very well then. I can understand why you would be a bit perturbed. Stefan frowned at the man and shook his head.

"I am trying to kill you Elena after all."

At that, Stefan rushed towards the man; his lips curled back over strong pointed canine teeth.

Klaus intercepted him, with one swipe of his hand knocking Stefan to the ground.

He groaned and rolled over onto his stomach. Klaus's foot was planted on the small of Stefans back, his face in the dirt.

"Excuse me, Going to kill your Elena." he laughed sharply and removed his boot. Stefan was up in a flash.

This time he was calmer, he knew he would get nothing if he were fighting Klaus that was a suicide mission.

Stefan clasped his hands together, and spoke quietly. "I have come to re-negotiate."

Klaus laughed, his boots plodding against the dirt floor.

"You have come to re-negotiate have you?" he smiled kindly at Stefan, walking slowly towards a row of curtains that he pulled down revealing a floor length window.

The moon cast shadows against the forest beyond.

Stefan grew cold looking at the trees sway in the wind.

Klaus hopped over the moat once again, standing in the threshold, gripping the curtains, he grinned.

"Lets see how well you re-negotiate in the morning?" and with that, he was gone.

The door slamming behind him, leaving Stefan to his thoughts, to his devices… to his death.

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