Hi! Here's the latest chapter. :)

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Elena

I haven't seen Stefan for a week now. As soon as the truth came out, Jeremy entered the room with a nurse and Stefan just left, stood up and left. No more explanations, no good-byes, no nothing. I am still stuck in the hospital as a precaution, in case I should mysteriously pass out again. Fortunately that hasn't happened, so the doctor's are fairly optimistic about releasing me in a couple of days. Jeremy, again, has been hovering over me every single day, not letting me be alone even for a minute, it bothers me, but I guess I can understand why he does that.

What I don't understand, or should I say who I don't understand is Stefan. I don't even know if I dare to admit this to myself. Stefan Salvatore is my personal guardian angel. How crazy does that sound?

When I lost my parents, with them, I lost all faith I once had. I didn't believe in anything – especially in supernatural creatures, but it seems that Stefan has awoken that belief in me, because I truly, genuinely believe in every word he said – it's like a part of my brain refuses to even consider the fact that maybe, just maybe, he has escaped from a nuthouse – that would be what a normal person would do. It scares me – it scares me that I have accepted every word he said so easily, and there's nothing I can do about it.

Sometimes I think I can feel him in the room, with me. The warmth I used to feel and couldn't place – I think that's Stefan. I wish I could call out to him, see him once more, but with Jeremy always by my side, I haven't had the chance.

Ever since that visit, my dreams about the meadow have been less vivid, less detailed. I still get them, but they are somehow darker, more menacing, like nightmares. Stefan is there every time, but he is broken, there's nothing good about him left, his eyes are cold and empty, devoid of emotion and that is the most terrifying part of my dreams. What's more, he has wings, the darkest shade of black you can imagine. I try to run away from him, but I always fail, he catches me and then I wake up covered in cold sweat, breathing heavily. They've gotten so bad the last few days that I'm afraid to fall asleep, so I have been forcing myself to stay up, although eventually I fall asleep anyway and the dreams come back to haunt me yet again.

There are also times where I find myself wondering where he is at the moment, is he here with me or somewhere else. And there's always a part of me that wishes Stefan to be here, with me, holding my gaze with his mesmerizing eyes, watching over me, making me feel safe, warm and on the top of the world. It's strange to think about him that way for I barely know him, yet I feel like I've known him for a lifetime. Right now my only wish is to see him again, hear his voice, even if it's only a whisper he can give me – even that would be enough.

Stefan

I feel like I am the biggest coward on the earth – walking out on her just like that, leaving her with the knowledge of me and what I am, and not going back to her anymore. And the minute I walked through that door I regretted my decision, felt the urge to go back to her, tell her that she has no reason to be afraid of me and that I'll always be there for her. A sudden haze of craziness took over me that moment and I almost gave in, almost ran back to Elena, although I never did. I just disappeared.

Maybe it's better that way, that she won't ever see me again. I'd only bring more trouble into her life, that I am sure of. In time she will probably forget that she ever met me and most likely think that our conversation was just a dream. It would be better that way, I keep convincing myself. But why thinking about this only makes me want to punch a hole in the wall? Why the thought of her forgetting about me makes me feel like someone's suffocating me with a pillow?

I am terrified of what I am starting to feel towards Elena. It has become more that just the platonic need to protect my charge and what I am scared the most of, is what will happen when I'll let those feelings take control of me. The past has taught me a valuable lesson when it comes to this.

I've been keeping a close eye on her for the past week, making sure that nothing happens to her and so far everything has been fine. Jeremy has also been staying with her the whole time, so I am fairly sure that even without my eyes, she would be safe, but I feel calmer when I know firsthand that she's still breathing. I know that my fear about her safety may be somewhat irrational, but I have this uneasy feeling that all of this is just calm before the storm.

Today is the only day I haven't been checking up on Elena. Instead I decided to visit the cemetery, I haven't been there for a very long time, for centuries – I don't know why but something is pulling me there today, calling for me.

I stop at the place where Elena crashed her car – it feels like it happened yesterday, every moment is so fresh in my memory. When I close my eyes I can hear the bang when her car collided with the tree, when I open my eyes I am able to picture every detail of the vehicle, how its front is almost gone, shards of glass covering the ground. I remember Elena's lifeless body in my arms, not hearing her heart beating and that horrible moment when I thought that she's gone.

I take a deep breath, trying to shake those memories when something white near the tree catches my eye. I walk closer and notice a single white lily placed at the trunk, with no signs of wilting. It must have been put here recently. I look around to see if there's anyone else nearby but I see no one. My thoughts immediately fly to Elena as the white lily is a symbol of death, but I can sense that she's fine. My stomach turns into knots as I recall the only person who used leave white lilies behind him and now I understand the need to go to the cemetery.

Mystic Falls cemetery hasn't changed a lot over time; it's still surrounded by big ancient trees, forming a canopy over some parts, making the place look like something from a horror movie, the shadows ominous, yet beautiful in a way. From afar I can hear the cawing of the crows, muffling the sounds of other birds. I can't see anyone, right now the place is deserted.

I follow the familiar trail deeper into the cemetery, the soft crunching of leaves under my feet ringing in my ears. I know exactly where I am headed - the older part of the graveyard hasn't been used for decades now and that is where the Salvatore family crypt is situated. I spot the little building and I am startled by its condition at first. The letters which should make up my family name above the door are barely readable, the marble, of which it was built, is discoloured and chipping away from places.

I walk around the crypt, making sure that there's nothing odd here and when I see nothing of interest I decide to look into the building itself. I push open the door open which gives a horrible creaking sound and am welcomed by a bunch of cobwebs, which are sticking to my face and clothes. The dusty little room has a murky smell and it's the same as I remember it to be. I walk over to the first stone coffin and brush off the dirt from the stone tablet that's attached to the wall above it. A rueful smile appears on my lips as I read my name out loud. My voice echoes through the space, causing goose bumps on my flesh. I look over to the next coffin, exactly the same as the first one, and then the next when I suddenly see a small white lily on one of the coffins. I walk over to the coffin with long strides, fear making my breathing faster. I start frantically searching for the name of the person that's in there, and when I finally find the inscription, I stumble back a few steps.

"No, it can't be..." I whisper to myself, not believing my eyes.

Here lies Katherine Salvatore, a beloved daughter and wife.

My head snaps suddenly toward the door when I hear footsteps approaching the crypt. From the shadows I can make out a shape of a man and when he finally steps into the light I feel like the world is going to end in a second.

"Damon," I manage to gasp.

"Hello, brother," He smirks.

Aah, what will happen next? Please let me know what you think!

I know this chapter is a bit shorter, but I didn't want you to keep waiting for much longer. I finally decided that the town will be Mystic Falls, only in my story it's a much older town. The next chapter will probably be a flashback one and it will hopefully answer a lot of questions.

I have also managed to create an outline for this story, of how it will go. Now it's only a question of my abilities, whether I am capable of writing it, as it's getting very complicated (at least in my head lol).