Anna (fromyourmouth) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2012-01-17 00:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | annabelle lee, elena gilbert |
WHO: Elena Gilbert and Anna 'who needs a consistent surname' Lee
WHAT: Of all the Delawares in all the multiverse, you had to walk into mine. >:E!!!!
WHERE: Lurking outside the manor.
WHEN: January 17, 2011
STATUS: In progress
RATING: TBD, but if current patterns hold I can never write anything G rated. :(
NOTES: I'm sick and mildly delirious, so if Anna suddenly starts juggling hippos or something, someone should tell me to put down the Robitussin and step away from the computer.
When Anna considered whose face she least wanted to see over the network, Elena Gilbert was pretty high up there.
Although 'hilariously,' she still had to concede that at least Elena wasn't Damon.
In fact, Ms. Gilbert seemed to have come to Red Oak entirely Salvatoreless, a fact which made Anna's life immeasurably simpler. She didn't really want to hurt Elena, not if she didn't have to; her mother had taught her better than that. You only hurt people if you needed to, if it was necessary for your survival.
Survival was of course the most important thing. But there were other measures to take first. A simple chat between friends could be very effective if applied from the proper angles, and it was those angles Anna was preparing to attack as she waited outside the manor for Elena to emerge. Invitations at the bed and breakfast seemed to exist on a sort of grid--whatever areas of the grounds an individual had laid claim to as theirs represented another block. She could get into the gatehouse now, Seth having extended that particular pleasantry, but the main building was another question.
So she waited, an activity in which she was, it had to be said, pretty spectacular. If waiting were an Olympic sport she'd have taken whatever medal they gave out to people who had had to depend on the 145 year rotation of a comet--ergo, she could wait for one little teenaged girl as long as it took.
They were just going to talk. Her mother had taught her better than to hurt people.
Unless she had to.