I was really excited writing this chapter and I wanted to publish it as soon as possible, so there are probably more mistakes than usually. But still, I hope you'll enjoy this!

Stefan

What the hell am I even doing? Have I completely lost my mind? The rational part of my mind says that I should stay away, let her be, I'll just probably make her life even harder by stepping into it right now. But the selfish part of my brain says that I should go and talk to her, give her some answers. It's like a devil and an angel are both sitting on my shoulders, one of them urging me to go to her, the other one saying that it will be a mistake. The irony is that I am an angel, shouldn't I be winning then? So, for the time being, it seems that the angel part of me has feebly succumbed to the devil part, why else would I be staring right into her big brown eyes right now?

I have no idea what she knows and what she does not know. I fairly sure that she doesn't remember anything about the meadow and me confessing my secret to her, although I have this nagging suspicion that she is aware of something, something which I really hope is not what I think it is, although, she did call for me the other night – shouted my name into thin air, expecting me to just appear in front of her, now why would she do that, if she didn't know something.

And as of right now, that is the reason why I keep convincing myself that I should speak to her, find out what she knows or what she doesn't know, although I am not making a very good job convincing that this is the main reason I want to speak to her. Strangely, I feel myself wanting just to hear her voice, to look at her eyes, to feel her scent in my nose, to just be with her. And not in the sense that I am looking over her, protecting her, because that is not the same as being physically there, in the same room with her. And this scares me, I am deathly afraid of these feelings towards her. I've known Elena her entire life and never before have I thought about her this way until that dreadful night in the alley when she finally met me. So I try to suppress these alien emotions, because I am not allowed to feel that way towards anyone, it's too dangerous.

"Hi, Elena," I say timidly as I peek through the door of her room. Elena's face is a mixture of different emotions, ranging from disbelief to anger to strangely, happiness. I can't understand why she would be happy to see me, but it warms my heart and I can't keep the small smile off my face.

"Stefan," she responds curtly, nodding at me, acknowledging my presence. Suddenly I find myself in a very awkward position, unaware of what I should say or do next. In short – I'm out of words. Elena stares at me intently, waiting for me to speak, but I just stand there, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

"So...um..." I manage to get out, "How are you feeling?"

"You're asking me how I'm feeling?" the look on her face is something between amusement and incredulousness, which does nothing to assure me.

"Um...I guess I am," I force out a little smile, at the same time wanting to kick myself.

"You can come closer too, you know, I won't bite you," she says suddenly.

"What?" my brain seems to have taken a vacation.

"You're still standing at the doorstep," Elena nods at me, a smile playing on her lips.

"Oh... right," I mumble, and walk away from the door, "Can I sit here?" I point at the chair beside her bed.

"Of course you can," she responds, her eyes never leaving my face, "And for the answer to your question is fine. I feel fine."

"That's great."

Elena doesn't say anything, and her eyes are still on my face like it's the most fascinating thing ever and I'm starting to feel uncomfortable under her scrutiny. The tension in the room is starting to build up, almost to the point where you can cut it with a knife, but neither of us says anything.

"Why are you here, Stefan?" her question breaks the tense atmosphere and takes me aback a little. Why am I here?

"I wanted to know how you are doing?" my voice betrays me and makes it sound like a question. What is happening? I am really not acting like myself right now.

Elena arches one of her eyebrows – "You wanted to know how I was doing? Well, tell me, Mr. Salvatore, have you got your answer? You do know that I was in a coma for a month and two days ago I just passed out in my kitchen? You do remember bringing me here the night when I crashed my car, or is that somehow vanished from your memory?" Elena's voice may be shooting daggers at me, but her face, especially her eyes, show only but pain.

"Yes. I brought you to the hospital," I see no point in trying to deny it.

She looks away for a moment and then her eyes are again fixed on my face – "What were you doing on that road?"

"I was on the way to visit the graveyard, I have friends buried there," well that's not exactly a lie, I do have people I cared deeply for there.

"In the middle of the night?" her tone suggests that she doesn't believe me.

"Yes, I prefer visiting during the night, it's more private."

"Who are those friends, buried there? Maybe I knew them, too?"

"I don't think that you do," I respond, she would have to be over 500 years old to know them.

"So let me get this straight," Elena takes a deep breath, "You were on the road, on foot, might I add, to the cemetery, to visit your friends, whom I most certainly do not know, in the middle of the night? Am I correct?"

"Yes," There's nothing more to add.

"Tell me then, how did you bring me to the hospital? The doctors told me that if you'd been a minute late I'd be dead."

"I know a little bit of medicine, so I did what I could do to help you and then ran to the hospital," I lie smoothly, hoping that it will be enough.

"You ran five miles, all the while carrying me, and you got there in record time?" Her voice and expression tell me that she doesn't believe a word I said.

"I guess it was an adrenaline rush," I say.

Elena adjusts her position in the bed – "An adrenaline rush? You expect me to believe it?"

I'm starting to really regret the decision to come here, that girl cannot be deceived, what am I supposed to tell her? No, Elena, it wasn't an adrenaline rush and I didn't run to the hospital, I magically transported you here, like she would believe that story more – "No, I don't expect you to believe anything, but that's what happened," I add a sense of finality in my voice.

She still is unconvinced, but doesn't push the subject further.

I'm beginning to see that this conversation is going nowhere, so I decide to leave – "Elena, I'm glad you're better, but I think that I should go," and the second I get the words out of my mouth I realize I really don't want to go, but the rational part of my mind says that it would be better, so I start to stand up.

Elena's eyes grow bigger and her hand grabs mine – "No, please, don't go," she manages to get out before she snaps her hand away from mine. "Ow," she complains, "You just zapped me."

I stare at her, shocked. That shouldn't have happened, because, technically, I'm not human.

"I felt that too," I whisper, looking at my hand like it's not mine as I sink back into the chair.

"Yeah, sometimes that happens," she chuckles.

"Not to me," I mumble before I can stop myself.

"What?"

"Nothing," I try to deflect.

"You've never been zapped before?" Elena asks, her gaze questioning.

"No, no, of course I have," I laugh nervously, trying to hide my astonishment. Elena's eyes narrow infinitesimally, I swear she's a real life lie detector. Elena reaches again for my bare hand, which I quickly jerk away.

"What, are you afraid that you'll get hurt?" she teases.

I don't know why I reacted the way I did, not letting her touch me again. Am I afraid of what will happen? I scold myself mentally - nothing will happen, so I reach out my hand again. Elena touches her fingertip to my palm, and again, I feel the currency shoot through me, but it doesn't hurt. She doesn't flinch either, but looks at me with astonishment – "Do you feel that?" she breathes.

"Yes," I stare at our hands in amazement; I've never seen or felt anything like this.

There's a moment of silence when only our hands touch and we both just feel the currency flow through our bodies, and I swear that at that moment the tension in the room grows to the point where it starts to suffocate you. I raise my eyes and find hers already looking into mine – deep, big and impossibly brown.

"Who are you?" her question brings me back from the haze and I snatch my hand away and I can see that Elena's a little offended by my sudden move.

"What do you mean by who I am? I'm Stefan, you already know that." I shuffle nervously with my feet, hoping that she'll let this one drop.

"I know your name," she leans back on her bed, "And that's all. You're the mystery man, I know nothing about you. Everything you do or say only makes me ask more questions. You're not like any other person I've ever met. There's something strange about you," her gaze wanders to the ceiling and a small laugh escapes her lips. "You know, I've been dreaming about you," her eyes find mine again.

"Oh? And what did you see exactly?" I feel the suspicion raising its ugly head in me.

"The strangest thing is that those dreams I've been having don't feel like dreams at all, but memories," her expression grows serious and I feel the blood draining from my face.

"Every time I am in a meadow," she starts and my heart skips a beat. "And sometimes you are there, and sometimes you are not." She looks at me sombrely. "You usually don't say anything, you just are there. And when you're not there, there is only this dark path, but when I try to go there, I wake up." Elena's voice is barely audible and I find myself grabbing the sides of the chair so hard that my knuckles are white.

"The last few dreams, although..." she stops.

"What about them?" I'm really on the edge now.

"You spoke."

"What did I say?"

"Something I find hard to believe," her eyes search mine, like they hold all the answers she craves. "You said you were an angel," she says in one breath, her eyes never leaving mine.

Now I really feel like I'm suffocating. She remembers. This is not happening. She isn't supposed to remember. It doesn't matter that she learned the truth in her dreams, they are still memories, no matter how twisted. She knows, and she has chosen to trust those dreams. Elena believes them. There's no shift in her eyes like she does when she doesn't believe something.

"And what do you think?" I ask her, not bothering to start denying everything. It's better to find out what she thinks.

"It would explain a lot. The miraculous appearance in the street, you being on the road. I probably survived every other accident thanks to you too," she chuckles humourlessly, not looking at me anymore but the ceiling again.

I have no idea what to say to her, I see no point in telling her that it's nonsense, because it's not and the fact that she can so clearly see through my lies is not helping either. I just watch her, I can hear her soft breathing, it's calm and soothing. She isn't afraid of me, but she isn't exactly comfortable with me in this room either. What's especially frustrating is that I don't know what's happening in her mind right now.

"So is it true?" she finally asks.

"Yes."

"What happens now?"

"I don't know." I answer her truthfully.

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