Who: Elena Gilbert and Damon Salvatore When: Early this morning Where: The Gilbert House What: Damon finds Elena after Stefan snacked on her. Rating: Pg-13 Status: Closed/ Incomplete
Elena had died once before and been bitten at least four times. The first time by Vicki in a blood lusting rage before Stefan stuck a stake in her and she shriveled up and died. The second was when Stefan was weak from torture, dying in her arms from lack of blood and she offered her wrist to him to save his life. The third was Klaus, ending her life for good and the fourth had been Damon, in his sick delusion. Never had she thought Stefan would be the one to hurt her so willingly, so eagerly, and leave her to rot on the porch of her own home. A long time ago, she would have said Damon would have been the first to crack, to eat her, and possibly kill her. Now, it was the man she had loved, her former boyfriend, his younger brother, Stefan who fed on her like livestock. Stefan Salvatore. The good brother.
He had not bitten her enough to kill her and if she died, it would be the slow, death of blood leaking from her body. As it was, she had a slender hand to her neck, pushing down on the wound in order to cease the flow of blood. It sickened her how much practice she had at this. Through it all, her haze, she heard her phone go off and she reached for it, fingers on the buttons and despite the circumstance, she smiled. Damon. His words rang in her head: I love you. She loved him too. Her fingers were too heavy to type and she felt so tired. Her eyes kept closing and it took everything to keep herself awake, but slowly, she let herself drift. The pain was less now and she couldn't help, but think, if she died, Stefan and Damon could be brothers again. They would not hate each other anymore.
"I'm so sorry. I did this. I did all this," she whispered through cracked lips. They should have let her die at Klaus's hands. They should have let it end there.