Elena Marie Gilbert is a cold-hearted bitch (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dontfixme) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} hellascenes,@ 2013-09-26 18:01:00 |
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Where: 605
When: After their network conversation
What: Elena needs to know if he is real.
Warnings: Language?
Status: Closed.
| Since talking to Jeremy or what was supposedly Jeremy, Elena hadn't stopped pacing her small apartment, hands behind her back, brown eyes strangely alert for the first time in weeks. The idea of her brother being here, alive, was more than a little disturbing and somewhat frightening for the vampire who'd flipped her emotions. The sight of her brother, his words to her, sparked feeling in Elena all over again. She felt the first tug at the wall, the padlock, on her humanity and it scared her. How long would it be, at the sight of her brother, till the switch flipped on and everything came flooding back in? Seconds? Minutes? He had more of a hold on her than the Salvatores or any of her friends. He was her family, the thing that kept her whole when she became the one thing she never wanted to be: a vampire. When Katherine killed him, she couldn't handle it. The pain, the emotion, was overwhelming and weighed down on her. Fingers gripping her hair, hands on her head, she cried for anyone to make the pain stop. She couldn't face it. She couldn't. He was gone and he wasn't coming back. She was all alone. All alone. Her ears were primed for any sound of a footstep, her nose sniffing at the air for the familiar scent that she'd learned was her brother's upon acquiring the disturbing talent as a vampire. So far, there was nothing, but it wouldn't take her brother long to find her and then, would she let him in? This wasn't Tyler Lockwood. This was Jeremy. The reason she'd turned off her emotions in the first place and he was alive, but could she flip them back? Elena perceived, on some level, that she had killed quite a few people and hurt countless others in the wake of her emotionless state. She didn't care, but that was now. Once those emotions came back, it would hit her hard and she didn't want to feel it. Feeling nothing was so much easier, so much simpler, and she didn't want to go back to sniveling little Elena Gilbert. She was the better version. The new and improved version and she had no weaknesses now. Faint footsteps filled her ears and the vampire's eyes snapped towards the door. A sharp inhale and she knew it was him. It was Jeremy. Last time she'd seen her brother, he was dead, on the couch, body cold and slowly decomposing; the ring on his finger useless now because he was a supernatural. Again, her fault. He'd become a hunter to save her from going mad. Another person dead for her. Drenching the place in gasoline, she struck a match, watching it born for a mere second before flipping it onto the carpet. Damon and Stefan on either side as she walked out of her house for the last time. It should have been sad, but Elena felt nothing. It burned to the ground, Jeremy's body ash, and she didn't care. "I won't, she said to them and she meant it. She wouldn't ever want to come home someday. Ever. It was hell now. Everything about her old life was. Elena took a step towards the door and then another, but there was not enough space and she found herself facing the wooden surface in no time. Swallowing, she reached for the lock, shock falling on her features as she realized that she was shaking...badly. She grasped her wrist, stopping it immediately, and turned the knob quickly. It couldn't be him. It couldn't be...him. |