And here I am again^^. This time, I had to write my own plot, because there were no more released episode for me to use as a background. AND there are dialogues in this chapter, too. Because of that, my beta had a WHOLE of a lot more to do than usually, because I never was that good with that. So, I bow to you, my sweet beta Avecia^^.
And to do everything right: I don't own any of the characters, and I don't get anything for writing this but the reviews of my beloved readers.
Spoiler warning: throughout the show.
And now, on with it.
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He just couldn't decide what to do.
Usually he had no such problems, but the prospect of seeing Katherine again – really seeing, without her pretending to be someone else- kind of threw him off of his game.
He wandered around the streets, not even realising that he was doing it, too deep in his own, personal hell to think about anything clearly.
At least until the wind carried a scream straight to his ears. A scream he would recognise everywhere, under any circumstances.
Elena.
And he took off running. Running faster than ever before.
Because, god, how could he be so stupid?
He saw Katherine entering the house. With Jenna inside of it, and probably Jeremy and Daddy-dearest, too.
And now Elena was inside there. With Katherine.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
As he arrived back at the Gilbert house, he didn't stop at the door. Just rushed inside and followed his nose. Literally – because the smell of the blood was like a blinking neon sign: 'please enter the kitchen'.
And what a sight he was welcomed with.
John, lying sideways on the floor, gasping for breath; trying in vain to stop the blood flowing from of his body.
Over him, still with a wicked looking carving knife in her hand, stood Katherine, smiling sweetly at her mirror image.
And there, just a bit in front of him, was Elena, with her hand pressed over her mouth, her eyes wide open in shock and… curiosity? Weird.
Just then Katherine turned fully to face Elena. She put the carving knife onto the counter (thank god for small miracles) then came to a stop in front of her and… held her hand out.
"We haven't officially met yet. I'm Katherine."
An eerily silent moment followed as Elena took the hand in front of her and gave it one, solid shake.
"Elena. But I think you already knew that."
And he just stood there, unable to do anything; not even succeeding in getting his mouth to close again.
He pictured this moment many times.
There was always a lot of screaming and even more blood involved.
The blood was there, and a few minutes ago, there was even screaming.
But the only one bleeding was John, and the scream from Elena was one of shock, not pain or horror.
And now the two women stood there, completely ignoring him, still grasping their hands together.
Katherine tipped her head to the side, slowly taking Elena in.
"How…interesting. You're not afraid. Nor are you surprised. Why's that?"
Yeah, that's something he wanted to know, too.
But Elena just shrugged her shoulders, finally letting go of Katherine's hand.
"Honestly? With everything happening around here… it's not that big of a surprise to see you here. Isobel mentioned you once – and there was no way she could know about you, if she hadn't already met you. It was only a matter of time."
Yeah, and that he told Isobel to 'tell the bitch to come get it herself' probably hasn't anything to do with it, at all…
He seriously had to make sure she wasn't high on something – it just couldn't be that she was that calm. But that was a task for later.
Right now it was more important to prevent more… homicide (As John finally stopped with those irritating wheezing sounds –right around the same time he stopped breathing).
"Well, that's good to know then. I guess I'll see you around. Bye. Oh, and Damon? Pleasure catching up with you, lover."
And with that, she blurred away, leaving him still dumbfounded and Elena with a dead uncle/father and a nasty bloodbath to explain.
"I guess the time for putting that ring back on his finger is gone by now?"
She still sounded calm and collected; it freaked him the hell out. But as he slowly came back to his mind, he answered her anyway.
"Yeah. No breathing and his heart stopped beating. That ring ain't gonna help him anymore."
Elena nodded, and slowly made her way to the body of her last living (not anymore) parent.
She was as still as a statue for a moment, just looking at the man, taking everything in. From his half open eyes, staring into nowhere, to the gaping wound in his stomach and the missing fingers.
"I'm still waiting for the 'Oh, my god, he's dead, what should I do'feeling to set in, but… I don't know. All I can feel is relief. And I know I'm a terrible person for it, but he let so many… bad things happen; did so many bad things…"
And now he really was at a loss for… well, anything.
"Elena, I…"
He sighed and made his way over to her, kneeling beside her (careful not to get blood on his clothes) and turned her head so she would face him.
"It's alright. A lot happened today and… you must be drawn. I promise you, by tomorrow you'll feel sorry for what happened to him, but today you are at your limits. Just… let me take care of this mess. Go on up, take a shower and try to sleep.
We'll worry about the rest tomorrow."
She just blinked, and opened her mouth a few times, without a sound coming out, before she got her bearings.
"I can't… I'm supposed to meet Stefan at the hospital. Caroline was hurt and..."
She trailed off there, not sure what else to say.
"I'll call him – explain what happened. He should be here anyway. Make sure you're safe if Katherine decides to come back today. Okay?"
Again with the blinking, but then she just nodded – a jerky, short movement, but it was better than nothing – and headed for the stairs.
Shortly after, he heard water running from the upstairs bathroom and turned back to the mess at hand.
Well, we've had mayhem and chaos. That leaves only destruction.
-end-
How was that? My first try at a story with dialogues in FOREVER!
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So long
Zora