Elena Gilbert (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} notkatherine) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2010-10-27 12:16:00 |
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What: Meeting for the first time since she got here, and she's not exactly thrilled.
When: Immediately following this conversation.
Where: Some local restaurant in Georgia where Damon's at.
Warnings: Possible swearing from Damon and some angst. Yup.
Elena was completely confused. Florida was a long ways away from Mystic Falls and the website Damon had shown to her hadn't exactly made things perfectly clear. The fact that the last thing she remembered was hugging Jeremy's body after Damon had snapped his neck and then left combined with the other fact that the Damon she was talking to said he didn't remember any of that still made no sense.
She wished Stefan was here. Or even Isobel, because at least she would know what exactly was going on.
Part of Elena was happy that it seemed like Katherine wasn't around at the very least, which was good. Then again, it also meant that Stefan wasn't around so she was back to being that lonely little ex-cheerleader whose parents died, leaving her alone. Except in this world, she was alone with Damon, someone she had come to truly trust and care about until he'd tried to kiss her and...
Using the port key he'd told her about, she tried to shake it all off. From Florida to Georgia, back to some good memories where she'd saved his life and he'd saved hers.
Elena stood in the doorway to the restaurant, scared. Not scared of what Damon would do to hurt her, but scared of what was going to happen next, frankly.
"Hey."