Who: Stefan Salvatore and Oliver Queen What: Arriving When: March 3 Where: The Marsh Warnings: None as of now, will update if need be Status: Incomplete
The last thing that Stefan remembered was walking away from Elena's house. He thought it would bring him some sort of relief, but Stefan didn't feel that. Instead, he felt emptiness and maybe even a little anger. He had seen it building for weeks, maybe even before that. It was amazing what someone could block out if they tried hard enough, but the thing was, Stefan couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't pretend it wasn't there. It couldn't look at Elena and tell himself that she only looked at him the way she did, that she only felt for Stefan and nobody else. It was a lie and he was done lying. And he honestly wanted her to stop lying to herself. He wanted her to stop apologizing for how she did feel and just let him go.
I can't do this anymore, Elena. Those were the words he never thought he'd ever have to say and he said them. Her feelings for Damon had intensified since becoming a vampire and it was as if history was repeating all over again. It was a slap in the face, but now at least he was free from the not knowing. He thought he knew everything there was to know. Oh, but how wrong he was.
And how wet he was. And what was that smell? Stefan's eyes opened and he realized that no, he wasn't walking away from Elena's and from the looks of it, he wasn't even in Mystic Falls. Quickly he stood up, the bright sun blinding him momentarily as he looked around and literally saw nothing but swamp.
He could hear the water, the wind blowing, he could even hear animals.
And a heartbeat.
Narrowing his eyes, he turned, seeing a man looking just as confused as Stefan felt. Instead of getting his attention, Stefan moved back and that's when he noticed what looked like a boardwalk. It didn't look in tact, in fact, it looked like it was falling apart. Despite broken pieces of wood, Stefan figured it was the only way out of here. Maybe then he could figure out what the hell was going on. His boots sank in the mud as he pulled himself from the marsh and onto the walkway. And the thought was there to just walk off. He could use his enhanced speed and get out of there, but ... Stefan couldn't. He stopped, exhaling as he did so before turning around.
"Do you need help?" Stefan called out, getting the man's attention. There could have been anything in those waters. Alligators, snakes - one bite and that man could have been dead.