Elena Gilbert is a hero for the lost cause (naturaldisaster) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-09-24 12:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | anatoly sergievsky, elena gilbert |
Who: Elena Gilbert, ghost!Alaric and Anatoly Sergievsky
What: Alaric's tired of taunting and takes it to the next level and breaks Elena in the process
When: Early afternoon, 24 September 2012
Where: Starts in Elena's class at KU, moves to the park, ends in the medbay
Warnings: Violence. Feels. Broken Elenas.
Status: Gdoc/Thread | Complete
Elena really didn’t know what to make of everything that was going on. It was bad enough that they were expected to rely on the buddy system to live their lives again with Meg’s reappearance. Even though Jenna hadn’t been affected, the fact that it had happened during the time with possible future kids showing up, well, it made Elena think of a future that clearly wasn’t going to happen now since Anakin was gone. So first there was that. Well, okay, Jerry the vampire who was so clearly not wanting to even try to change, but he could only come out at night, so that wasn’t so much a worry during the school day. Meg was. And the ghosts. Alaric.
It was hard, knowing that Alaric was dead. One more person dead because of her. Through the week or so he’d been there, Alaric had made it a point to dig at her. To poke at all the things she didn’t want to think about. Trip her up. Knock her down. It really didn’t seem to matter to him. He was angry and vengeful. She still hadn’t gotten the details on the matter, but whatever it was, he blamed her. As if Elena didn’t blame herself enough for every hurt her friends suffered back home because of her being the doppelganger.
Still, Elena wasn’t going to let her life be put on hold. She’d deal with the insults and danger. She had classes she needed to go to. Elphie seemed to be doing better. Apparently she had her sister here but they had made amends or something so she was having time with her sister. Jeremy was... she couldn’t tell, but it seemed everyone was being distracted by those they were presently being visited by. Besides, he had school and Kal had things he had to do. And as her classes were in the day, Elena figured she had a better chance of making it to and from school on her own. She had her holy water, her amulet... Her training from camp.
For whatever reason, Alaric was even more persistent today. She barely had made it to class before he started in on her.
“And again with the pretenses of being normal.”
Rolling her eyes, the brunette clenched her jaw and tried to focus on the lesson. Because what really could she do beyond that? She just had to wait this out until the Seal or whatever got tired. And being annoyed was easier than the pain the words actually caused. The guilt. How many people had died because of her. Had their lives ruined. So despite all of her attempts to get through the day, Elena only managed one class before she decided to leave. She couldn’t handle this. She had tried apologizing for things she didn’t even know or understand. She had tried ignoring Alaric. She even tried to argue with him but nothing worked and she was getting tired of it. Maybe this wasn’t the most mature of responses but if she could at least be back home where others at least knew she wasn’t arguing with an imaginary person... maybe that would help. Or he’d just shut up because she could actually respond and so he couldn’t keep making remarks that she had to just take.
“And now you’re running away. How typical.”
And that was it. Elena couldn’t handle the comments anymore. If there was something he wanted to say then he should just say it and leave her alone already. And that was a depressing thought, because she’d always wanted him to show up. She missed him. She missed everyone from Mystic Falls, but Alaric had become family and now? Now she didn’t recognize him.
Turning, the nineteen year old glared at her once guardian, throwing her hands up in the air.
“What do you want from me, Alaric?! I don’t even know what you’ve been talking about! I haven’t been in Mystic Falls since Caroline’s birthday!”
Okay, so much for not reacting where people could see her. But whatever, let them think she was insane.
“I want you to accept the fact that you’re the one to blame for all the pain all your friends and family have suffered.”
That stunned Elena. Not because she found herself innocent in it all, but because it was what she kept to herself. The guilt that kept her awake at night when everyone else slept. The thing people tried to alleviate her of. They protected her because they wanted to, they said. They knew the risks. And yet so much pain had come because of her. Caroline being turned into a vampire and for what? To send a message. Grams dying because she was trying to help Damon and Stefan. Jenna. John. Isobel. Alaric.... Alaric who had become so twisted.... Alaric who wore a sadistic smirk on his face where he’d always been kind before. Oh sure, he could get irrational and angry and drunk, but never sadistic.
“Hit a chord, did I?”
And with the speed of a vampire, he had her pressed against a tree, his arm pressed against her throat and cutting off her air supply.
“You thought people actually meant what they said when they said not to blame yourself? They were protecting you. Like always. Because you’re too weak to accept the truth!”
As he spoke, Alaric’s spirit pressed more pressure against Elena’s throat, causing her to struggle for air.
“You ruined everything for everyone.”
Glaring deep into the doppelganger’s eyes, Alaric pulled away as she slid down against the tree. So she was knocked from her pedestal. Or more that, all the denial she held was finally cracking because he was making it crack. She ruined lives.
“Ric...I....”
“You’re sorry. I know. You’re always sorry.” Scoffing in disgust, Alaric shook his head, “Get up....” Waiting and seeing her not, he then yelled, “GET UP”
As she did, he started lashing out at her, forcing her to fight back, knocking her down and further away from people.
“Everyone you’ve ever supposedly cared about has had their lives ruined. Caroline. Bonnie. Jeremy. Matt. Jenna.” At the name of her aunt, Elena was flung back into a tree, the anger of Alaric at the death of Jenna obvious, “The entire town because you had to trust vampires. You ruined all the work your parents did in six months after they died and for what!?”
Pushing herself up, Elena didn’t even get to say anything, because Alaric wasn’t done. Feeling herself being lifted and shoved into a tree, Elena coughed weakly.
“I’m dead because of you”
That was something Elena hadn’t realized. Had never been told and Alaric hadn’t told her either. Oh, he had rubbed all the other deaths in her face. The torture. Everything she had missed through snide comments. But his own death?
“W...what?”
How... but... Her mind stopped processing things for a moment as she was sneered at.
“Oh, did little brother not tell you? I’m dead. Refused to turn but oops, the Original Witch made me a vampire hunter just like Mikael. Destroy all the Originals to wipe out all of their sire lines. And once I was done, once your life was over, I would die. And you had to go and die before I could do that.”
Throwing the brunette to the ground, he kicked her down again.
“I should kill you right now. End your miserable life.”
Gasping for breath, Elena struggled to push herself up, her arms barely holding her up.
“So do it. What’s stopping you?”
Eyes narrowed weakly, Elena watched Alaric, watched his features. She could see the cold rage and hatred. Could see the desire to kill her and yet... his eyes flickered and he sneered even more.
“Because death is too easy. You should feel the weight of your actions.” With that, he knocked her arms out before vanishing. She didn’t know for how long this time, and honestly, she was in too much shock and pain to really think about it. All she had going through her mind was that Alaric was dead. Had been turned into a vampire. That the Originals being wiped out meant the death of the vampires they sired.... and that she was dead. Because his life had been tied to hers. Not only that, but Jeremy knew. It made so much sense of the hovering.
But the overwhelming sense of guilt was crushing. Every single defense she had put up, all the walls of self denial that she was fine, that she wasn’t upset. All were gone. She’d been lied to. Her continued existence had ruined even more lives. She ruined everything her parents had worked towards. All the death. All the pain and suffering....
Gasping and coughing, Elena managed to push herself up. She should go back to Elphie’s, but the amount of pain she was in made her stop. Placing weight on her ankle, Elena bit back a cry of pain. Not to mention the difficulty in breathing as well as the throbbing pain in her stomach. Okay. She needed medical attention. She didn’t have insurance and knew that police would be called in if she went to the emergency room in this condition. Which meant the complex....
Steeling herself for the pain the walk would cause, the brunette barely managed to make it to the complex before she collapsed coughing in the medbay. She didn’t know who was working today, but her vision was going black and white, whimpering slightly in pain.
Things weren’t exactly silent in the medbay. Mara was in there, possibly one or two others. Though Anatoly wasn’t the one in charge of Mara’s primary care, but he was there if she needed anything. He was actually surprised more people weren’t coming in with injuries from the violent ghosts, but he would take whatever he got. At least the infirmary wasn’t overrun by people like it had been during Pestilence. Anatoly was amazed he got out of that without getting sick himself. Overworked and sleep-deprived, yes, but sick? No.
So when he heard a whimper in pain, he at first thought it was Mara. Turning around he was going to ask Mara if she needed anything, but then he saw Elena. Collapsed on the floor. Eyes flying wide, he leapt into action.
“Elena!” He went over to her, quickly checking her over for any obvious signs of broken bones. He wasn’t going to move her until he made certain he could move her without causing further injury. He found the dislocated shoulder rather quickly. “Elena, if you can hear me, I’m going to pop your shoulder back into joint. It will hurt.” With that, he took her arm gently but firmly and worked it around, popping the bone back into the socket with a pop.
Pain, she was aware of pain. Gritting her teeth to keep from crying out, Elena felt her vision blur again. But at least her arm was back in its right place. Because that could have gotten awkward. Then again, she was also still trying to make sense of Alaric’s personality shift. She had been so certain that he wasn’t going to hurt her. Yes, he had done a complete 180, but that didn’t mean he would hurt her. Or apparently it did because here she was, in mass amounts of pain. And coughing, again, which really hurt. Rubbing her throat and wincing from the bruised skin, the nineteen year old blinked repeatedly to try and focus her vision once the dizziness and stars passed from the relocating of her shoulder.
“Y...you weren’t kidding...”
She was trying really hard not to break. Trying to make light of the situation. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know pain. Between stabbing herself to get Elijah to reassess their deal and the sacrifice, just to name a few things, pain wasn’t new to Elena and she knew that sometimes she had to make light but it just hurt so much. And she couldn’t tell what was worse, the physical pain or the overwhelming sense of guilt crashing down around her. The knowledge that she was dead back home. That she was to blame for so much pain and suffering.
While she contemplated standing, even the brief moment of putting her weight on her ankle to stand up quickly failed as she again fell to the ground with a gasp. Okay. So much for that plan.
And cue Anatoly nearly having a heart attack as Elena tried to get back up only to fall right back down. Which undoubtedly meant there was an injury to one of her legs. “Try not to get up, please,” he said. Well, more like asked. He was used to dealing with difficult patients, so this wasn’t exactly new to him. “Also, do not move the arm that was dislocated.” He shifted down, looking her legs over carefully. Nothing was obviously broken to his eye, which was possibly a good thing. Okay so maybe start with the ankle. “Tell me when it hurts.” Which was probably a moot point right now, but he said it anyway. He gently but firmly took one of her ankles and gently tested it, then he did the same to the other, to ensure he knew which ankle was the problem one. If the ankle was, in fact, the issue.
He called out for one of the other staffers to bring him some bandages and a sling to put Elena’s arm in. He also called for painkillers, but those would be given once he had treated all of the physical wounds she had.
The first ankle was fine, but when he got to the other one Elena was unable to keep from crying out in shock and pain despite the fact he barely had touched it. Yep. Definitely her ankle. Well, she knew that given how she had landed on it. Just as Alaric kicking her arms from her had ended up with the dislocated shoulder. At least there weren’t questions yet. She didn’t know if she could handle those. But he really didn’t need to tell her twice not to try getting up again. She had learned that lesson quite well, thank you.
“Seeing spots is bad...right?”
Because that was how bad it hurt. And maybe something from hitting her head against the tree trunk as well, who knew. All she knew was the pain had been blinding, there were spots dancing in front of her vision and that she the physical pain was intermingling with the emotional and mental pain and so nothing was really making sense at the moment.
Thus, she remained where she had fallen because it was obvious that she wasn’t going to be standing up on her own at any point in the near future.
When she cried out as he got the ankle that was injured, he pulled his hands away. All right, it was at least badly sprained, possibly broken, but an X-ray would give him that answer.
“I will need to X-ray your ankle to determine whether it is broken or not.” That’s when he got the sling and other things he’d asked for. He took the sling first. “Now, I’m going to stabilize your arm. It may hurt at first, so just be prepared.” He moved back to the arm that had been dislocated and gently eased it into the sling, then he adjusted the strap to the proper length. “You’ll need to keep your arm in this sling for a while. Now, before I do the X-ray, are there any other areas that hurt?” He then noticed the bruising on her neck and brushed her hair away from it, leaning closer to inspect it. It definitely looked like someone had strangled her, but it didn’t look any worse than being bruised. She was obviously still able to breathe. So he would take that for the moment.
Nodding as Anatoly told her what he was going to be doing, Elena managed to brace herself for the next onslaught of pain, thankful it wasn’t as bad this time around. Oh it still hurt, but as her arm was back in it’s rightful position, it wasn’t as bad. So she’d just take that. Really, give her life, injuries weren’t all that new to her. They could still hurt like no other though.
As Anatoly brushed her hair to the side to examine her neck, Elena winced some. He already knew her ankle was injured and there would be an x-ray involved, he knew about her arm..
“Stomach... head....”
Her voice remained weak given Alaric’s perchance of pressing into her neck. It hurt to cough, to breathe, but she was still breathing so there was that at least. She didn’t even want to know how badly bruised she was. But it was giving her things to focus on that wasn’t why she was attacked. That weren’t the insults and jabs. The guilt was there, destroying her from the inside out, the guilt and pain she’d been suppressing for the seven months she had been back. Of losing Anakin. Of friends being taken, kidnapped, nearly blown up.
God, she was so tired and now that everything was crashing down around her, the walls she’d constructed were gone and she was feeling everything she’d been trying to process in her own time.
Anatoly was being careful until he knew the extent of Elena’s injuries. For the moment, he left the bruising on her neck alone. there wasn’t anything to be done for that anyway. When she said her head, as well as her stomach, was an area of pain, he directed attention to her head first. Anatoly grabbed his ophthalmoscope and turned the light on. “Look straight ahead for me,” he said, then used it to check her pupils and eyes. When that was clear, he turned the light off and put the ophthalmoscope aside. “Do you see stars or feel dizzy?”
The obvious pain in her head, as well as given her other injuries, told him there was possibility of a concussion, so he was checking for that first. At least her pupils had been normal and responsive, which ruled out any neurological damage that needed immediate attention. And would’ve had him sending her to the actual hospital because he wasn’t a brain surgeon.
Getting sent to the hospital would not have been a good thing. Because again, no insurance and the police would obviously be called and if it wasn’t, well, Jules, she’d be screwed because how do you explain to someone that your guardian who is presently dead and oh yeah, not from this world, was the one who beat you up? You couldn’t.
“Both...”
She’d go into more detail but, well, her throat hurt too much so she was going to sparse with her words if she could be. It seemed the best course of action to her right now. Besides, there was the X-ray in regards to her ankle. And then who really knew about her stomach because she had no idea what damage Alaric had done to that.
Turning her head, Elena coughed, wincing at the metallic taste in her mouth. Oh great. Blood. That was great. Just great. Only this time, it wasn’t Pestilence related, it wasn’t tuberculosis. Just something from the attack in the park. At least Alaric’s ghost wasn’t hanging around right now. Thank goodness for that.
Both. Well, that was wonderful. “How about a feeling of confusion or being in a haze?” Because he needed a little more before declaring it was a concussion. But he was fairly certain she did have a concussion at least.
And then she was coughing. And he frowned, seeing a little blood. Well damn it, he didn’t like that. But at least it wasn’t tuberculosis, this was something else. Probably internal bleeding of some sort, which made sense with the pain in her stomach. All right, he could check that as well.
“Given the blood you just coughed up and the pain in your stomach, I think you might have some internal bleeding. I’ll need to do an ultrasound to see if there’s any blood in your abdomen.” Now it was just a matter of what to do first, the ultrasound or the X-ray. Anatoly was going to go with the ultrasound to ensure that the internal bleeding wasn’t horrible because if she needed surgery to repair it, one of the other doctors would need to handle that because he wasn’t a surgeon.
“I’m going to pick you up and get you onto a bed. I’ll do the ultrasound first to see how bad the internal bleeding might be. Once that is done, I’ll do the X-ray and get your ankle taken care of.”
“Okay. Sure....”
Normally Elena would probably mock Anatoly for the whole, telling her step by step what he was going to be doing but that required her to be in a better place mentally and she was so definitely not thanks to Alaric and everything she had learned. Not just that, but knowing that Jeremy had kept things from her. Oh sure, she did the same thing to him, but never of this magnitude. It was to protect him. Vicki’s death when he was already so broken from the death of their parents... he couldn’t lose someone else, if he thought she was alive....
Well that had blown up in her face. And then to send him to Denver. Which clearly hadn’t helped and now she was apparently dead as well. But telling her about her own death, about Ric? Okay yes, it would hurt but at least she wouldn’t have been caught off guard like this.
So instead of mocking, Elena just nodded weakly.
Really the only reason Anatoly kept up with the play-by-play delivery was because it was how he got Svetlana to agree to anything when she was ill. It had just become part of his bedside manner as a doctor. Well okay, so he’d started with that before he’d ever met Svetlana, but her presence in his life only cemented its use. So once Elena nodded in understanding, Anatoly carefully slid one arm under her knees and the other around her back and picked her up. He was careful to not jostle her as he carried her over to one of the beds and rested her on it. It was all ready in the upright position, which made it easier.
Once that was done, he went and grabbed the ultrasound machine and brought it over to where Elena was. He then hooked it up, turned it on, then lifted Elena’s shirt enough to expose her midsection. Then using the gel, Anatoly went about examining her midsection, closely watching the screen. It didn’t take too long for him to find where the blood was and where it was coming from. He studied the screen carefully, trying to determine how bad the internal bleeding was. He then pointed it out to Elena, in the event she was paying any attention or was wanting to know immediately. Once he determined that, he set the machine aside, wiping the gel off of Elena’s stomach.
“All right, now I need to check your blood pressure, and then I’m going to draw some blood to give me a better idea of the extent of the internal bleeding.” He grabbed the blood pressure apparatus and wrapped it around Elena’s good arm. He then went about taking her blood pressure and her pulse at the same time. Her airway was open and she was breathing, now he was checking her circulation. All three were the first things one did when diagnosing and dealing with internal bleeding.
Beyond grimacing as she was picked up, Elena made no other sign of discomfort at the situation at hand. Then again, the pain was so constant and present that it was almost normal despite it having only happened. Which.. probably wasn’t a good thing but the brunette didn’t dwell on that. Instead she just remained still as Anatoly did the ultrasound.
While she hadn’t been paying attention to what was being done initially, Anatoly’s voice snapped her out of guilt and pain induced haze so that she looked to the ultrasound machine. Not that it made any sense to her but she did try to follow along with his explanation, nodding vaguely. Okay. Internal bleeding. That was... far from good. But maybe it wasn’t that bad? It hurt like a bitch but maybe it wouldn’t require surgery. She really hoped it wouldn’t require surgery.
Yes, she knew that there were three vampires here who would willingly give her their blood to help her heal, but given everything she had endured from forced intake of vampire blood, to what had happened with Caroline.... well, she still didn’t want to risk it.
“Um.. okay. Yeah...”
And speaking still hurt. So Elena just shifted awkwardly, wincing in pain from the movement. Okay, nevermind that. But internal bleeding. Not really something she wanted to deal with because no matter the extent, there was a very good chance she was going to be stuck in the medbay for awhile. And that was if she was lucky.
After getting her blood pressure and checking her pulse, he had all he needed. Her blood pressure was still in the good zone, which told him the internal bleeding wasn’t horrible. Her pulse was strong, which was also a good thing. All right, these told him he didn’t need to send her to a surgeon to fix it.
“You don’t need surgery to repair the internal bleeding, that I can take care of here. But you will need to remain in the medbay until it stops. You need to be monitored closely to ensure it doesn’t get worse.” Now, he did know a bit of how Elena would be as a patient, considering the Pestilence bout of tuberculosis she’d had. So he all ready had an idea of what he was in for by way of her wanting to get out of bed and do things.
Speaking of doing things, it was time to X-ray her ankle so he could determine whether it was broken, badly sprained or fractured. So once he said he’d take her to do the X-ray, he grabbed a wheelchair because that would be easier. Once he got it over to her bedside, he gently lifted her out of the bed and put her in the chair, then took her to where the X-ray machine was. “Once I get the X-ray, I’ll give you something for the pain.” He glanced down at her, though all he could see was the top of her head as he wheeled her along. “Unless there are other sources of pain that should be looked at?” Oh he was curious as to how she’d come by these injuries, but he wasn’t going to ask until he’d completed tending to all of them. Because starting the healing process was first and foremost in his mind. And also, it was more than obvious by the way she spoke that such an act was painful for her. So he wouldn’t press until she was given the painkillers.
No surgery, that was good. Really good. She wasn’t exactly thrilled at the prospect of staying in the medbay because it meant the others at home would worry but at least there wasn’t surgery involved. Because that would have way too many complications given the reason of her injuries, the lack of insurance and other such fun things. As such, Elena just sighed and gave a small nod, wincing some as her head moved.
This being reliant on a wheelchair and people to move her was annoying. And she knew somewhere Alaric was rolling his eyes at her damsel in distress mode. Which was thanks to him. She didn’t like having to rely on people this much. But hopefully it wouldn’t last for long.
“Nope. That’s it.”
Pain medications would be good. It wasn’t as if she was going to be chatting up Lucifer this time around. To be fair, she had been convinced that it was Ric but given how Alaric’s ghost was treating her? Elena wasn’t exactly willing to go out and see him. But there were things she was going to need to tell people. She had to let Jer, Elphie and Kal know she was here, she had to let the vampires from home know about the bloodline thing in case they didn’t already...
And she had to ask Stefan why he had saved her. Because if he hadn’t, well, so much pain would have been avoided.
“Okay.” He replied with a nod, thankful that nothing else seemed to be an issue, physically, right now. When he got to the X-ray, he lifted Elena out of the wheelchair and sat her on the table. He explained that he would take a few X-rays in order to get all sides of her ankle to determine what was going on inside. With that, after he positioned her ankle, carefully, he took the first one, changed the slate, and repeated the process, turning her leg so he could get the inside ankle and outside ankle. Once the films were taken, he took Elena back to the bed, and gave her the painkillers.
After a couple minutes, he went to get the developed X-rays and examined them carefully. He went over them with a fine tooth comb, not wanting to miss anything. After all, this was Elena and he cared about her. Of course, he cared about all of his patients, but he had a soft spot for her, just as he had a soft spot for Svetlana when she required a doctor’s attention when she was ill. Once he had the diagnosis, he returned to Elena.
“The good news is that your ankle isn’t broken, however, there is a bad fracture. As such, you need to stay off the ankle so you do not injure it further. I will have a cold compress brought to put on it to help alleviate swelling. It will also need to stay elevated for the same reason.” So with that said, he got a cold compress and elevated Elena’s ankle. He’d bandage it later once he took the ice off. Now it was time to determine how she’d come about these injuries. “How did you get these injuries?” He wasn’t going to assume a ghost because there were dangers of all sorts in this place. And really, he’d let Elena answer for herself instead of him sitting there assuming things.
Elena was so incredibly thankful by the time she was on the bed and given the pain medication. Because try as she might, the pain was overwhelming and she doing her best not to completely break. Because that wasn’t okay. She needed... she needed. Elena didn’t even know anymore. She had everything planned out. She hadn’t really told anyone everything because it never came up. As per usual, Elena had been swept up in taking care of people and pushing her issues to the side until she truly thought she was fine and now? Now all the guilt and pain and loss was overwhelming. The physical pain just made it worse. So thank goodness for the numbing of the pain medication.
Nodding at Anatoly’s diagnosis, Elena went back to staring up at the ceiling of the medbay. It was going to be a long however long she was going to be stuck here. And she was going to be left to her thoughts unless she could get someone to bring her a book. That was an idea. Books to stop thinking, to try and distract herself. Because she couldn’t--
Or Anatoly could come back and ask her how she ended up getting the injuries. Turning her attention to the Russian doctor, Elena shrugged, wincing before looking to the side. She didn’t even bother hiding anything. Well, more that the fuzzy feeling of the pain medication was kicking in so she was more open.
“Alaric’s ghost....”
Hopefully that would be it. It was a ghost, there wasn’t much to be done. It was fine. Even if he was dead because of her. Even if all the bad things that happened at home could have been avoided had she not been saved that first time.
Anatoly studied Elena closely. She couldn’t hide things from him because he knew how to read Svetlana, and he knew the feeling of guilt as it weighed down upon someone. So he merely watched her as she gave her quick answer. Which might have worked on someone from her own world, but for Anatoly? It wasn’t enough. For one, he didn’t really know who Alaric was. And another, he could see the signs that Elena was breaking and it wasn’t because of the pain she was currently feeling.
“He attacked you?” So all right, from that he could deduce that Alaric was a violent ghost, which he didn’t exactly like. After all, if he’d done this to Elena, what would stop him from doing more? It wasn’t as though they all really knew what the ghosts were here for. Anatoly didn’t exactly have that conversation with Erik. The question may seem simple, but of course no question was simple when it came to Anatoly and his needing to know what was happening. Because clearly Elena needed someone to listen, and not just treat her physical injuries. And Anatoly was a good listener and he was a fixer. When he knew what was wrong, anyway.
Wasn’t that what Anatoly had just asked? How she had come by her injuries? She had given him an answer and now he was asking the same thing in a different way. Okay, she could handle the play by play of things, but this? Or it was because she wasn’t so focused on the physical pain anymore and this time there was no vampire blood to heal her like the whole...stabbing... thing. But still. Shooting him a look, Elena rolled her eyes.
“No. I fell.” Shaking her head, the brunette huffed out a puff of air, wincing some.
“Yes. He attacked me. He got bored of taunting me and making me wonder what happened to him and attacked me. Better?”
It wasn’t that Elena was difficult. Okay, so it was. But she really didn’t want to get into this. She had hoped that the simple answer would have been enough but clearly not. So it was this way. Now maybe he’d drop it. Alaric’s ghost had done this, yes, attacked, and that was all there was to it.
Maybe she deserved it. No, she did. She had ruined everyone’s lives. She deserved so much more than this. And she really didn’t want to get into it, though. Thus he had his answer and could let it go.
And now Elena was channeling Svetlana. Oh well, that was fine, he knew how to handle that. Though if Elena thought he’d drop the subject, she had another thing coming. He could tell when someone needed to talk about things, even if they just wanted to avoid it. Well okay, so it was mostly just Svetlana he had that with, but given that Elena was channeling Svetlana right now? He could see through her. And really, Anatoly was stubborn in ensuring those he cared about were all right. So he would of course keep pressing the issue.
So at her answer of Alaric getting tired of taunting her, he nodded slightly. All right, that undoubtedly meant this Alaric had some sort of grudge against her for something. Or he was just simply a spiteful ghost. Only one way to find out.
“Who is Alaric?” He asked. Because while it wasn’t prying into the what happened subject, it would, perhaps, cause Elena to open up a bit easier on the matter. So he was shifting tactics, what of it? He did that with Svetlana sometimes, and he would see how this one went.
Who was Alaric. That was an extremely good question. Then again, trying to make sense of Elena’s family in general was complicated enough as it was. The fact Alaric was so blended in by circumstance and coincidence was just... something only that could happen in Mystic Falls. Or maybe Lawrence as well. It was crazy enough here that such things could happen and it might not be as strange either.
“He was dating aunt Jenna... who had been taking care of Jer and me after our parents died...And so then he took care of us...”
And was married to her biological mother, who had Damon turn her into a vampire, never mind the fact that her uncle John, who was her biological father, despised them. Just like her parents apparently. So everything they had spent their entire lives working for was ruined after they died. Because of her. Just like all the deaths were because of her.