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Dear Sam,

I wish there was better communication than e-mail, letter or phone call.

The home phone and phone boxes around here, have terrible signal.

I will try my hardest to be patient- it’s difficult because I know he’s dragged in further.

I know it’s not just him and his colleagues finding themselves into something utterly crucial.

I’ll wait for you...

E xox

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Sam,

Even after reading your letter - I found myself going in circles. If my Dad is hiding something, I don’t understand what.. I’m at a loss but your letter had me concerned - curious… I wanted to learn more but learning more wasn’t good for me.

I feel like I’m losing my Dad.. Knowing that creatures are out there, that I wouldn’t have even dreamed about - that was merely held in myth - I’m on a freaking research binge, I fear it’s going to drop me further into trouble.

When can you come? because I fear that the further my Dad does his ‘little projects’ the more danger his life is going to be in.

It has been a good solid month since our last letters and something is still off, whatever it is seems like it’s draining the energy out of Whitmore and I am powerless to stop it and my Dad from doing anything more stupid.

Please help Sam, I need you.

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 Dear Elena

I wish it would be soon but I am currently working on a case that needs my full attention but it is just four hours from Mystic Falls which means once I close it , I will come there and give you my help and support.

I just need you to be patient and you are not losing your Dad we will get to the bottom of it , I know how hard it must feel , the weight on your shoulder that you know but you cannot help but you can. And you will and I will be there to do it by your side.

So please hang in there and know that I am just a few hours away .

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Starter Call @sorrowwaited​ | To Connor Angel from Elena Gilbert

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Death- it lurked behind every corner; was out to get you- to destroy and suffocate. More importantly - making you into something that you’re not. Amongst the way to the lakehouse there had to be a few stops somewhere. Damon, Stefan- anyone they could get their hands on just to yank them from the outside. There was still a lot they hadn’t known about this hidden virus that got into your system just by the air and sight. What was and what could be, it lurked beyond any of that. Crippling- the sensation of all that ran through her veins. How the sight of her Aunt, or anyone else that was on the streets that became completely consumed in doing what another told them. Another that couldn’t truly be seen. The virus would go on, that once was inside one’s mind is forced you to do the unthinking.. 

The car ended up rammed into one of the posts before crashing into one of the cars ahead, creating a sea of picket fence as she began to pull her weight out of the crash. The sirens were blaring- how their vehicle ended up colliding with another was beyond her but the other in the wreck had their face through the windscreen, impaled on the glass that had been broken through. The turning of the world was forcing the entire earth upside down. 

A quiet sob; realisation taking it’s tow. This couldn’t be right- this couldn’t be… “Jeremy?” she glanced his way; fingers ringing around his arm, pulling him in close just to hold him against her frame. She was bruised; bloodied, her wounds open as she dragged him towards the path and out of the way of the road; yet the blaring of horns and squeaking wheels rumble across the earth. It wasn’t going to end there. The dial tone gave out as Jeremy rested the cell against his ear; another attempt on finding out who was alive, who was living but they ought to find themselves another vehicle. At least get themselves inside. “Have you managed to get hold of anyone?” her brows furrow; guiding him through the wreckage as flames gave out into the air as another vehicle came flying past them- only just skimming. “Damon?” she murmurs; glancing down at her brother now answering into the call. Was he still alive? Still okay? There was still alot they needed to work out on what exactly was going on here. There wasn’t enough evidence to start them off down the line of what was lurking and had gotten into the bodies of another- completely inhabiting them with a mental illness.

Brave; be brave. It was something she wanted to make right; even if she was growing tired, her feet dragged until they ached. You will DIE if you look; you will DIE if you simply see the midst of death in your own wake. If it wasn’t for that accident, she would have been perfectly fine right? She wouldn’t be wounded and currently disposing of blood onto the cement as she walked on towards the boarding home with her brother. Now that Damon was confirmed in being alive that was one route to go. Failure to get hold of anyone else had been in the works as they stumbled upon the pathway towards the home. Now they needed to be realistic here; think on their feet. If something else was to come around the corner they needed to be prepared on what could happen. Given everyone was currently losing their minds, what exactly would they come across next? And would it have been worth the travel if there was a deranged vampire in there ready to off himself. Chewing the inside of her mouth; she watches her brother. Like time had frozen. A deep thought; knowing she NEEDED to protect him.

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Starter Call @jigsawfcrged​ | from Elena Gilbert to Logan Nelson

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Darkness always drew her in- but that had been her own fate. Since she was born. A bloodline that was cursed- creatures that shouldn’t have existed- it was hard to learn of what was real and what wasn’t and yet throughout the years. Elena lived anything but a normal life. It was the reason she had gotten into journalism, her Mother Miranda had given her, her first diary- and although she passed her medical degrees - she was still curious about the rest of the world and how to save others. A martyr in disguised- transferred into the unit- she delved into the practice of what her late father used to do even as a medical examiner.

Mystic Falls- how she was a long way from home, but all of the reports brought her here- and she was curious to solve the puzzles of who was carrying John Kramers name and legacy- the belated Jigsaw and games that carried on news that would frighten anyone - apart from the immortals that ceased to slip out of hiding. The games were notorious and so were the deaths- but that encouraged her to join the PD in the forensic field of decay - as the dead would come pouring in like it was the next best thing.

“So I'm curious, what are your thoughts on the latest games?” how the body was displayed, a gargling pit of acid, melting their skin into some type of clay tacky substance- enough to cause a stomach to turn. Elena had been around death most of her life, that even the most sickening didn’t take her by surprise anymore. Dark doe hues take in the horror the victim must have been in, fingertips stretching the rubber glove pinging it against her wrist as she turns towards Logan - why did something feel off?

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Lies were spilled and yet Elena breathed it all like it was God’s word. She was excited to go out and visit her parents grave - though little to everyone else there was no memory of the faces she had once been close to and had met. No familiarity had been exchanged but then again could she really remember when she had stepped foot outside of the Salvatore home? Now that she was alone with just Damon - she took him in; his every bit of nature that seemed to be somewhat tainted and somewhat. Compassionate? Her brows furrow at the thought- she only briefly remembered a few things that Stefan had told her, but even that sank away and evaporated into thin air without an ounce of worry of thought based around it. As far as Elena knew - she was happy and content here; whether Stefan was gone or not she still had Damon and he.. He meant something right? Wrong - he meant everything. Maybe that was why Stefan went off the haywire?

“Katherine? Really” the words caught her ears just as she managed a step out of the door before turning back towards him “he already knows she’s dead right? There’s no finding her” she knew all about Katherine, at least to an extent -- that she had turned them, that she had been killed -- at least that was the common mystery, even Damon looked for her at one point, that was his return right? She could only remember that through a fainted memory - at least the conversation. “Would you look for her again if she was alive?” she stepped closer at least for that moment as she reached her hand up to cup against his jawline, the pad of her thumb caressing over his skin “I’m sorry you lost her” she had done this before? Almost seeming like this exact moment was de ja vu, her hand withdraws.

“Well if he’s going to be that way, maybe it was best to let him go” came a final admittance to the story of Stefan’s anger in throwing Damon across the room and going to find Katherine, at least he was far away from Mystic Falls so he couldn’t hurt anyone in it - that same compassion and warmth spread over Elena, she cared, she cared about the world and people in it whether she knew them or not. Stepping away she lingered upon words that only faintly came out; words that went over in her head - before this ends? What did he mean? “Are you coming?” she asked, looking back at him briefly- one foot out of the door.

What did he mean before this ends? Had he done something? Those gears were turning in thought as the brunette felt the rays of sunshine hit against her face -- all in that one moment as the gentle breeze touched her skin, that memory vanished. Instead a smile pulled against her cheeks as she chuckled stepping further out into the sunshine “come on Damon, you’re missing the beautiful weather out here”

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The pure distaste of what was real and what wasn’t played endlessly in her mind. That contorted face was enough to give you nightmares and yet as her flashes bat for a second time - the same picture she had in mind simply vanished as though it wasn’t there in the first place. The pain still lingered upon her neck; she had to wonder who had compelled her to forget - or that it was simply too traumatic to remember and she simply had passed out. It wasn’t the first time she woke up with wounds such a this one - but could she even remember that was? forgotten memories had played it’s toll, enveloping into something bigger and she was at loss for words, shaking her head as she tried to form the right pictures in her mind. It wouldn’t blend - it was larger time scales that vanished but as far as she knew - she had to stay here, be here with him. This was her life - or what consisted of it - there hadn’t been an ounce of memory of the rest so this was what was normal right? she had to consider the consequences here of what she had seen and read in her journal that still remained hidden with certain facts of her life that seemed planted there.

A gaze set on hers as those mocha hues held steady upon his oceanic blues - swallowed in by those deep pools as he continued talking. Every single word dropped out of his mouth - she believed in an instance; swallowing it in entirely like fine wine. So Stefan leashed the ripper side – she was still confused about vampires - however not knowing about their compulsion had it’s benefits for Damon let alone her..

As fingertips graze over the broken flesh that was still scabbing over; the plaster had fully formed away hanging on by what seemed by a thread as the stick held it to linger. Exposure to the wound that was still breathing air just to fully heal. “Us flirting? were we?” words fall through - she knew Stefan didn’t like her being around Damon. The deeper the gaze grew; her eyes start to dilated - fully focused on those pools before her “I’m safe with you” she repeated; before their gaze broke - her eyes tore away and slowly a smile settled in as his did; reflecting his own she nodded “that would be great - maybe I can visit my parents graves” - it was the only shred of memory she had left - their death - her almost death - was this a lie Damon had told to keep him involved that he had saved her?

The only family she knew of was them and now she was an orphan; taken in by Damon and Stefan at her worst points - as far as she remembered now, they were everything to her. So learning of Stefan losing control pained her; especially that he wouldn’t be around. “Will you be going to find him?” she pondered; licking her lower lip as she began to change into the clothes that had been hung out from the night before. Adjusting her hair in a high ponytail as she glanced at his reflection in the mirror “because he’s no good out there unless he’s in the basement?” she hadn’t even thought to visit - Damon’s words lingering again - she was safe now and she trusted that.

Before long she was ready; primed and perfect as her dark locks bounce with her steps down the staircase; ready to enjoy the day out - even if triggering memories would alter the compulsion.

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—-    He watches her as she begins to prepare for the day ahead of them. He came to the conclusion that he was aware he was risking what seemed to be everything in revealing her to the outside world. The Salvatore home was the only salvation, so it seemed. The thick Oak wooded home built from the ground up by Mystic Falls residence seemed to have always been a hell for Damon. However, Ever since he was reborn an immortal, The very same walls soon became a safe haven. Not for him as the sheer memories of horrors as a child still lived inside his mind, But for Elena Gilbert who has rather forgotten almost everything she’s lived. All thanks to the eldest Salvatore brother himself.

His eyes remained locked on her features that he has mastered in the expanse of three days under his compulsion and utter control. His mind flew with thoughts of wanting her; sexually, physically, mentally, emotionally, and overall – completely. Was he loosing it? The Salvatore was known to devour his victims when they belonged to him. But, With Elena – he just couldn’t come to it. He loved her. He also knew that this wasn’t love. But, The taste of her blood was the sweetest taste he has ever tasted in all the centuries he has came to live. 

“Stefan isn’t here.” He had to lie to keep Elena under his command, “He said he was going to look for Katherine. Not sure why, I told him he was a complete idiot but he didn’t like that and threw me across the room.”  Damon drew the idea and offered a small crooked smile.

“I rather spend my time with you before this ends.” He admitted to her. She wouldn’t know the meaning, But in all honesty, It was sort of – killing him. He knew he had to stop what he was doing, which he was. But, before he could, He wanted to enjoy the last bit he had with her.

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Ask Answered:   ❛  do people always fall in love with things they can’t have ?  ❜    to Damon Salvatore @elenaloveablekotsala​

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“Do people always fall in love with things they can’t have?”  This was a repeated question that would either be meant for the other about her - or the opposite way around. Why couldn’t she have him? there was many reasons why- many reasons she was against herself from slipping in even further. From the wrongs he had done and the rights - and the ugly.. Damon made choices that simply would make her question everything because he saved her, in more than one way... even amongst his remorse and mistakes - he did what made everything difficult to others - he made the choices that even she couldn’t make.

Was it now her turn to ask why not?

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Ask Answered:   ❛  how can something so wrong feel so right ?  ❜ to Damon Salvatore @elenaloveablekotsala​

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Was this wrong? hand held on her chest- that thrumming heart that was barely living - her darkened doe hues lost in those icy blues that continued to search for any kind of path that would lead her astray but all those answers came to him and him alone...

“Is this wrong?” 

Their downfall had been throughout the years of loss, of heartache and bloodshed. Now.. now she was left with nothing - and even if her own heart was beating, she was still what she is now - a vampire.. a killer... Maybe she shouldn’t allow herself such luxuries as happiness?

Or maybe she was being too hard on what she is now - because how could she control herself when she was hanging onto a very thin line?

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Ask Answered:  ❝  please stay.  i don’t think i can be alone tonight.  ❞ to Sam Winchester @elenaloveablekotsala​

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Soft words escape her - that tightened feeling held inside as she breathes in. Another ache that she had - maybe he was different to the rest? when he looked at her like that... she felt herself slipping further under a spell of comfort - that she wasn’t alone, that she was alive but others... others that got caught in the crossfire left her ultimately on a time limit.

“Please stay, I don’t think I can be alone tonight” she slowly stepped into her bedroom, glancing back at him as she slips a band into her hair- pulling it away from her face before taking a step forward to be in-front of him, hands idly resting against his arms before slipping down into his hands.

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“I have never felt so helpless before, as I did back then.” // katherine to elena

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There was moments in her life where she had wishes she wasn’t so gullible. That every word out of Katherine’s mouth wasn’t a lie, that she would feel sorry for her and let her guard down. The truth was, Elena did feel, she wanted to understand everything about Katherine and what made her this way. The way Elena’s life had been. Surrounded by death. She had more than an idea, and although that should bring them together - closer - the two doppelgangers were completely different.

“I know this doesn’t mean anything to you, but I’m sorry Katherine. For all you have been through”

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There came that step forward; that moment of curiosity as she moved closer and even then she was taking another breath - holding it without actually meaning to. It wasn't her intention to finally take another deep inhale because she had been holding it for so long between trapped lips. Drawing closer to what she thought as good - as light to the darkness within this literal hell hole. Purgatory - at least as far as she could see - the many dangers were out and in front of her - even lurking in the shadows but making it the most evident; but this - the stoned figure of what seemed like an angel with the wings growing from it's back was kind of misleading...

It takes Elena one second to realise who was talking to her; that familiar tone lingering upon her ears since the very day her body and soul had been sent to that coma state. An immediate scowl crossing her expression as finally she turned away from the statue to look at him - eyes only lingered upon its back. Jaw tightening and in that second she wanted to attack- whether it was human strength or not - there wasn't any abilities here and it seemed that all was taken away in merely a second. Not like Elena had her vampiric strength anymore since taking the cure --- on the outside; her body didn't age at least that's what she thought, but now... there seemed to be a whole other matter at state here.

"Kai.. what the hell did you do?"

It was an immediate reaction; if Bonnie had been dead she would have been pulled out of this sleeping spell since that was part of his own forged contract; but the next part of this was his latter... what if she was being pulled closer to death, was she actually here right now or was her body still on that other plane where she slept endlessly in the same bed like sleeping beauty or snow white. That was an initial reaction that formed even her own scoff. Clearing her throat; she finally glances away from him.

"Are you just saying that to get me killed elsewhere" he probably wanted to kill her first; no this creature - guard- whatever it was seemed to be calling to her "what the hell can a stone angel do mm, oh I wonder.." she stepped forward; if it was dangerous maybe she could get Kai in it's sight first so she could make a quick one out the exit --- if that even was the exit? @serialsiphon

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What was the meaning of something horrific? The amount of terror that would course through your veins upon realisation that this world wasn’t as it seemed. How did she even get here? How was this even possible? The creatures that visited your nightmares… this, this was even darker, was deeper, was gut wrenching. It terrified her. How was she going to make it out of this alive? At first she had thought this was all a dream, but it seemed too real; she bled too easily. The woodland around her was moving; twisting and twining like something out of the evil dead. None of this made sense to her, she was supposed to be sleeping, her body was supposed to be protected and somewhere peaceful. Instead her cuts were bleeding, the wounds binding against her painful as did the vines that caught onto her refusing to let go; this was merely one step to a mess, one step to a mistake, upon thought of thinking that she wasn’t going to get hurt, that she wouldn’t die in this ‘dream world’ that Kai put her under, that bastard leech.

There was some things that she would never understand and yet in each and every bit of her found pieces of the puzzle to slot in. It was soon becoming dark and she found herself wandering, wandering the area alone. Feet dragging through leaves and yet she felt she wasn’t alone. One flash of lightening scarred the sky, bolting towards the ground and hitting it with a loud rumble each which tore through the ground and the sky. Elena’s body jolted, an inhale of air stuck in her throat. The lump in her throat had shakily risen as she stared throughout her surroundings. Something was there that wasn’t before, a statue looming into the distance. A question of being. Should she be curious or not? Curiosity had always gotten the best of her but this time her gut was telling her to stop.

The leaves crunched beneath her converse as she made it this far without a further attack. Even coming to this unknown world she realised that with every turn there was a new demon, a new thing to discover. As she drew nearer; her dark orbs were locked. The pounding of her heart remain thudding rapidly that she was sure that her heart was about to beat right through her chest. If she was dead, would they make her deader than dead? Would they make her bleed and tear her from limb from limb or would they allow her to move on? the latter was least expected, this was something that felt like the underworld.

This was her answer… an answer that she couldn’t have been dreaming. That this was real. She didn’t stop walking, venturing off into the unknown, her ears were thudding with her own heartbeat as her own voice screamed in her mind not to make another step. Finally she stopped, staring at the silhouette that shadowed along the dry leaves. The darkness had consumed and the white statue brought the only bit of light to her surroundings. This had to be the light to the darkness… this has to be good to this world. Elena couldn’t have been any more wrong, if only she could see it’s face….

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“I wouldn’t go near that thing if I were you.”

Purgatory - at least, that’s what the others called it - had been… interesting, to say the least. The gateway to Hell, or at least the holding pen, was riddled with souls waiting for the next step, judgment passed in a swift motion without much leeway. Timeliness was not of the essence either, especially considering there were no days or nights  - only eternal grey and fog. No one knew exactly how long they had been there, or when they would finally be called forward, but none of them seemed to be in a rush, either.

Patience had never been a strong suit for the sociopath, who had wandered purposefully through the infinite loop, silver-blue eyes scraping through every imperfection in hopes of finding a way out. The others around him had some hope - an inkling that maybe, just maybe, they would be accepted into Heaven rather than Hell… Kai Parker knew better. He had no delusions about his wrongdoings, nor did he have any regrets - and with that, came a certainty of Hell that he had no intention of fulfilling.

The quest to find an exit, or at least a loophole, meant the siphon was more than a little familiar with just about every remnant of a human being - newcomers, as it were, instantly caught his attention. There was a shift in the air’s energy, like a ripple in water, though most didn’t notice - they were too busy wandering aimlessly, mulling over their life choices, screaming into the abyss that would not listen that they were sorry, that they would make amends. It was pathetic, really - most of them had had an entire life to do that and yet… they waited until the last possible second. Procrastinators.

Not obsessed with trying to tip the scales of Fate, his focus shifted to the newcomer… a petite thing in the distance, moving with a swift libido and purpose. It was obvious she was new, constantly looking over her shoulder, fascinated by the creatures that guarded the perimeter, and panicked. Those that had been there for who knows how long had long-since lost that worry, so she stood out like a sore thumb… and piqued the siphon’s attention.

Keeping a fair distance, having learned his lesson from a few scuffles over his time in Purgatory, he stalked behind the woman, eyes narrowed, focused, body tense and poised in case she lashed out. As the frantic walking finally came to an end, the brunette pausing to stare at the back of one of the guards, the leech finally got a proper look at the woman’s face… and couldn’t help blurting out the warning.

“Elena Gilbert… and here I thought you were in La-La land. So, either Bonnie’s dead… or that spell put you a bit closer to death than I anticipated.”

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Something big was unfolding; grasping everyone into the depths as the earth beneath them became that beacon and hell pit of all that was to come. The rich history of supernatural constantly gnawed at the land as much as it had everywhere else, but something was calling it all home like a force. The earth had moved in it’s directions forcing out an unbelievable force that sent events spiralling. Even Elena could feel that and that had been a reason why they were training. At least for now there was some comfort in knowing they needed to prepare but at the same time - from what? Nerves had been on edge since the turn of events that had already unfolded brought them the originals, and hybrids alike. Sending Mystic Falls in a turmoil of loss and more blood shed. That had been Elena’s life since her parents death which seemed so long ago, but Alaric was there and so was Jeremy - so for the most part they could protect themselves to an extent.

They needed more time; needed more force and that barrier to pull them onto the next step, in order to defend themselves they had to reach above and beyond so the troubling factor was. They were nowhere near prepared as they liked to be, even as Alaric trained them. Even listening in on the call she could only imagine why John Winchester was calling - maybe Alaric had been in touch in regards to more backup? Yet as she spoke into the phone and the voice replied back; she already knew that voice wasn’t John - too young, too familiar.

“Sam?” - “Sam it’s Elena” that confirmation of who he is, instantly sent sparks through her frames - dreading her with goosebumps as pimpled across her flesh. Memories instantly reliving all in those moments of when they were children to what they had discovered about their parents “Can you get to Mystic Falls, maybe we can help you find your father? We need help here too..” Within this chaos however; they needed all they could in order to help even if it's with each other. With her head now reeling, she glanced over at Alaric as he entered the room “The Winchesters are coming..”

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A broken life of losing one’s parents became something more. Being the better sister, the better person- just to help her brother through school and herself through life. There had been an ongoing downfall since then and yet life had to begin picking up, a life in order to save one they had to live it; even with the supernatural  life spilling into what you would call the real world. A real world without some rich history on werewolves, witches and vampires- that of blood from a doppelganger. Which further involved the connection. Alaric further had a hand in that development. Maybe her father should have helped her at a young age; to protect herself but again like everyone else; that became oblivious to keeping their young shielded from the truths. The depth with these lies that became of her adoptive parents; her real parents that died amongst the horrors of the supernatural; how could anyone truly be protected from what they knew now? What remained of the Petrova bloodline was just that; just her. Never tainted; pure through and pure; a curse upon the woman with the same face throughout history.

Most fist throws into a punching bag before reality turns to her father figure. “Come on Elena, faster- take your stance- they will not go easy on you” - another fist throw- attempting to balance the scale as her feet shuffle forward, her weight pushing on, arm outstretched as her fist flies forward hitting against the padded glove. More steps forward backing him into the corner “you know a vampire is faster than this; nothing is ever going to be easy, Elena” drifted emotion; anger flooding through. If she was a vampire, it would be different- the speed, the ability, just one little shot to get them down. Whether that be vervain; they could recover from whatever was thrown at them unless you know of the ways to pin them. The same with a werewolf- however a witch, what then? Alaric had answered most of her questions- and so far they had been through the wars.

The ability upon this was foreshadowing the future. Sweat covered glove swiping firmly along her forehead as she steps back. A soft pant- exhaling and inhaling causing her chest to heavily rise and fall. The surface was reached. Lifting up the rucksack onto her shoulder; she lifts her bottle to her lips; swallowing down cold water. A quiet hum as Ric announced he would be meeting with the Salvatore’s in conspiracy of what would come next. Shuffling the water bottle into the side grip of the sack; they headed back to the Salvatore boarding home. Leaving Elena alone as she brushed up on the history of has-been’s in Mystic Falls. Assumptions at play given peace in Mystic Falls; was never never for long. Without the Salvatore’s, Caroline and Bonnie and even her brother who was now further delved into training as she was, whatever needed to be done to keep life safe would always be for the town’s own safety. A need to be ten steps ahead at all times; to be prepared and ready.

The tone gave out; ringing into the room as lashes flutter glancing around the room. Sitting up; she slowly moves to one of the bags as dark does fall upon it. One of the bags she had placed down from the hunt; reaching in, she withdraws the cell. ‘Unknown Caller’, sliding her finger along the screen, she reaches it towards her ear. “Hello?” her brows furrow; as she shifts on the victorian style couch “John Winchester? I’m sorry, this is Alaric Saltzman’s phone, how can i help?” John Winchester- why had that name sounded familiar? Had Alaric mentioned him before? A backlog of memory forced into play during a training session of knowledge of hunters that were already out there- was this the John Winchester, and if so what did he want with him? And last of all - her memory clicked- was this the same John Winchester… Sam’s father? Shit.. Sam… @elenaloveablekotsala

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The pure distaste of what was real and what wasn't played endlessly in her mind. That contorted face was enough to give you nightmares and yet as her flashes bat for a second time - the same picture she had in mind simply vanished as though it wasn't there in the first place. The pain still lingered upon her neck; she had to wonder who had compelled her to forget - or that it was simply too traumatic to remember and she simply had passed out. It wasn't the first time she woke up with wounds such a this one - but could she even remember that was? forgotten memories had played it's toll, enveloping into something bigger and she was at loss for words, shaking her head as she tried to form the right pictures in her mind. It wouldn't blend - it was larger time scales that vanished but as far as she knew - she had to stay here, be here with him. This was her life - or what consisted of it - there hadn't been an ounce of memory of the rest so this was what was normal right? she had to consider the consequences here of what she had seen and read in her journal that still remained hidden with certain facts of her life that seemed planted there.

A gaze set on hers as those mocha hues held steady upon his oceanic blues - swallowed in by those deep pools as he continued talking. Every single word dropped out of his mouth - she believed in an instance; swallowing it in entirely like fine wine. So Stefan leashed the ripper side -- she was still confused about vampires - however not knowing about their compulsion had it's benefits for Damon let alone her..

As fingertips graze over the broken flesh that was still scabbing over; the plaster had fully formed away hanging on by what seemed by a thread as the stick held it to linger. Exposure to the wound that was still breathing air just to fully heal. "Us flirting? were we?" words fall through - she knew Stefan didn't like her being around Damon. The deeper the gaze grew; her eyes start to dilated - fully focused on those pools before her "I'm safe with you" she repeated; before their gaze broke - her eyes tore away and slowly a smile settled in as his did; reflecting his own she nodded "that would be great - maybe I can visit my parents graves" - it was the only shred of memory she had left - their death - her almost death - was this a lie Damon had told to keep him involved that he had saved her?

The only family she knew of was them and now she was an orphan; taken in by Damon and Stefan at her worst points - as far as she remembered now, they were everything to her. So learning of Stefan losing control pained her; especially that he wouldn't be around. "Will you be going to find him?" she pondered; licking her lower lip as she began to change into the clothes that had been hung out from the night before. Adjusting her hair in a high ponytail as she glanced at his reflection in the mirror "because he's no good out there unless he's in the basement?" she hadn't even thought to visit - Damon's words lingering again - she was safe now and she trusted that.

Before long she was ready; primed and perfect as her dark locks bounce with her steps down the staircase; ready to enjoy the day out - even if triggering memories would alter the compulsion.

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It was safe to say at this point; Elena Gilbert’s mind was obviously a jumbled up mess. From the time ticking away to the approach back to the bedroom, she found herself slipping away just like sand falling into its timescale. How did she come to be where she was? It was a question that was forgotten by the time the clock struck 8 o’clock. The morning bliss, no longer shrouding her with the few hours she had hazed out of deep sleep and into what seemed another reality completely. Just a taste - it was what it took to take that bit of life that throbbed through her veins, with each pulse pounding back and forth in rhythm like a beat of the drum, even her heart thrummed and hummed like the hummingbird in the wild. Elena Gilbert was imprisoned and there was no turning back and yet there held a sense of calm - that all was okay - that she was safe. Even if she was far from it.

Memories wiped; becoming the shadow self of what she was. The victim that lay under a spell had completely lost all signs of her own reality as those that mattered and she herself began to forget of her own existence. This was where she belonged; with him was who she belonged to - and she was happy right? She was happy. Fingertips had danced upon the wounded flesh and it was all but normal - normality is what proved to be her own lifeline and even then she had forgotten that sense of humanity she had; that selfless nature that fulfilled each day as it came - even if when they met, Elena had been a hollowed version of herself. The truth was, Elena had never been the same since that day on Wickery Bridge just before Damon Salvatore entered her life; never had been the same since she was put on medication just to hold her own sanity.

So this was her life now..

A stared out space; lost entirely in the distance as she remained in that deep day dream. Long lashes blink as words linger upon air as mocha hues glance his way. ‘Stefan did that’ - her orbs lingering upon his - each and every word taken in like he was swearing on the bible. Providing that oath that his word was the reality; his word was entirely the truth and she went with it. Elena nodded; her brows furrowing as her eyes slowly narrowed. Why would Stefan do this? That pained imprint on her neck - she knew what they were.. She wasn’t afraid. Or should she have been? All fear that had been within Elena had completely vanished and any question as to whether she was acting how she should have been went out of the window. “Why would he do that?” - “do this?” a pained expression painted upon features; fingertips touching the band aid, a recurring thought that she had been through this already - and not just today.

“Has he done this before?” - no longer sat at the end of the bed - no longer walking back into the room - but instead halfway as he came towards her; her eyes lingered for a moment upon the bookcase before a smile slowly spread into the reflection of the mirror ‘I fixed it’, honeytoned flesh glowed its warmth upon her cheeks as their eyes met. “Thank you Damon, I don’t know what I’d do without you here” turning, her hands outstretched for his as she took a step towards him “will I be safe with you, does he want to kill me?” a mind melt - as if Stefan Salvatore would do a thing.. The aching throb of her neck burning as the failed grip of the band aid loses its stick, peeling and exposing those deep wounds of dried crimson “it hurts..” there’s a silence with her response, the clock ticking as her own breathing inhaled, the truth was even then - there was a flickering memory of his contorting face, of him - another blink of her lashes and the memory fades. It wasn’t real right? He’d never do anything to harm her. 

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—-    Exposed marks upon Elena’s skin recreated thoughts of last night where he feasted upon her blood. It was a never ending scene, recreated almost every night of the first time he took her prisoner into the home where she laid reliving the same days. Dimmed lights turned the living room into a relaxing calm scenery where he would offer champagne to her. They would laugh and speak of days Elena would remember before his eyes seduced hers into mental domination and finally, feed.

He loved feeding off of the human. Although he needed and wanted her. However; those proper feelings were nonexistent to the vampire in his state of mentality. A mentality he had to get rid of since the death of Enzo and since Katherine failed to be there when needed the most. Which was another thing, Katherine. A want he couldn’t have. A need he couldn’t have. Perhaps this was a reasoning to want Elena so desperately he was willing to lie and keep her here hidden away from the others. However, he didn’t accept the fact of Elena seeming so similar to Katherine was another reason to why she remained here. 

“Stefan decided to leash the ripper.” lies rolled out of his mouth like butter. He was good at lying and did so often the centuries he’s been living. He mostly lied to get his way and other times lied to keep himself out of trouble. Plus, Damon liked to lie. Things were easier for him for some reason. Fingertips ever so lightly and gently brush against the bite mark that was finally creating a scab, His eyes fixing upon hers as he continues to speak, “Found out Lexi was killed, came home, assumed you and I were – like,flirting or whatever and just decided to turn it off.” He wrongly remarks. He knew she would simply and easily accept his words. But, to be reassured his eyes meet hers and begins to compel her. “You’re safe with me.” was the only thing he slowly said to her as his eyes remained locked onto hers before breaking the look and offering a small warming smile.

He removes himself from the mirrored reflection and clears his through, “How about I make you some breakfast and go out?” He suggests as his hand is extended towards her. “What do you say?” Who would remember Elena? Time has gone and he’s sure to have compelled everyone who ever knew of her in the small town of Mystic Falls. He was confident enough to finally take her out of hiding. Of course, If he continued to contain her indoors – He feared she could fall ill.

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It was safe to say at this point; Elena Gilbert’s mind was obviously a jumbled up mess. From the time ticking away to the approach back to the bedroom, she found herself slipping away just like sand falling into its timescale. How did she come to be where she was? It was a question that was forgotten by the time the clock struck 8 o’clock. The morning bliss, no longer shrouding her with the few hours she had hazed out of deep sleep and into what seemed another reality completely. Just a taste - it was what it took to take that bit of life that throbbed through her veins, with each pulse pounding back and forth in rhythm like a beat of the drum, even her heart thrummed and hummed like the hummingbird in the wild. Elena Gilbert was imprisoned and there was no turning back and yet there held a sense of calm - that all was okay - that she was safe. Even if she was far from it.

Memories wiped; becoming the shadow self of what she was. The victim that lay under a spell had completely lost all signs of her own reality as those that mattered and she herself began to forget of her own existence. This was where she belonged; with him was who she belonged to - and she was happy right? She was happy. Fingertips had danced upon the wounded flesh and it was all but normal - normality is what proved to be her own lifeline and even then she had forgotten that sense of humanity she had; that selfless nature that fulfilled each day as it came - even if when they met, Elena had been a hollowed version of herself. The truth was, Elena had never been the same since that day on Wickery Bridge just before Damon Salvatore entered her life; never had been the same since she was put on medication just to hold her own sanity.

So this was her life now..

A stared out space; lost entirely in the distance as she remained in that deep day dream. Long lashes blink as words linger upon air as mocha hues glance his way. ‘Stefan did that’ - her orbs lingering upon his - each and every word taken in like he was swearing on the bible. Providing that oath that his word was the reality; his word was entirely the truth and she went with it. Elena nodded; her brows furrowing as her eyes slowly narrowed. Why would Stefan do this? That pained imprint on her neck - she knew what they were.. She wasn’t afraid. Or should she have been? All fear that had been within Elena had completely vanished and any question as to whether she was acting how she should have been went out of the window. “Why would he do that?” - “do this?” a pained expression painted upon features; fingertips touching the band aid, a recurring thought that she had been through this already - and not just today.

“Has he done this before?” - no longer sat at the end of the bed - no longer walking back into the room - but instead halfway as he came towards her; her eyes lingered for a moment upon the bookcase before a smile slowly spread into the reflection of the mirror ‘I fixed it’, honeytoned flesh glowed its warmth upon her cheeks as their eyes met. “Thank you Damon, I don’t know what I'd do without you here” turning, her hands outstretched for his as she took a step towards him “will I be safe with you, does he want to kill me?” a mind melt - as if Stefan Salvatore would do a thing.. The aching throb of her neck burning as the failed grip of the band aid loses its stick, peeling and exposing those deep wounds of dried crimson “it hurts..” there’s a silence with her response, the clock ticking as her own breathing inhaled, the truth was even then - there was a flickering memory of his contorting face, of him - another blink of her lashes and the memory fades. It wasn’t real right? He’d never do anything to harm her. @broknfeed

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Another day of waking up to a stranger; what seemed like a stranger. Had they? Course they hadn’t.. she was still clothed,  her pj’s had hung snugly against her frame. But why hadn’t she remembered anything? Other than what she knew of yesterday morning. Why was her neck hurting? The thick scent of blood hung about the air as she moved her hand up towards her neck, her fingertips brushing against the wounded sore flesh. Gasping she pulled her hand away, staring at the blood, stained on her fingers as she lifts it towards her lips. Pausing as she stared with deep brown hues, her own brows furrowed. Why was it that she couldn’t remember? What had he done to her? Although in her mind she had called him stranger, there was still something there. Some short term memory of his face that she simply couldn’t ignore. Tilting her head as she stared over his face, she slowly shifts onto her feet picking her whole weight up as she stands. Watching him as she approached her bedroom mirror, the bloodied wound catching her gaze as she slowly pulls her hair to one side. Elena was at least trying to make sense of it all. Had she been reckless because her parents were dead? Because she wasn’t over the fact that they weren’t around anymore? That she couldn’t have been strong for Jeremy and so she had binged and drank till the thought and senses had disappeared. No, that wasn’t Elena. Staring down at the dresser table she had noticed the orange bottle of pills open and half spilled across the table top. Was that it? Had she simply forgotten?

A quiet sigh slipped her lips; she had made no attempt to run, why had she stayed so calm? Her mind was filled with questions and yet she was afraid to even wake him. Speechless, she walked out of her bedroom and into the bathroom where she took care of her wound. There was a strange feeling about her, the reality of it all that she technically woke up with a stranger, and although she was positive nothing had happened other than the bite wound on her neck. There was something else, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Placing a band aid, she stuck it firmly against her skin. Covering over with her hair yet it was more than just visible. The thought of what creature could have done this and yet he was the only one that seemed to be in contact with her unless something had happened. It wasn’t a mark from some kind of sexual act. It was bruised, bloody, marked with.. fangs. Blinking her long eyelashes as she stared into the mirror, she slowly shook her head. She must have been dreaming, nothing she had in mind made any sense to her. Leaning down towards the basin she splashed cold water against her face, caressing her palms over her skin before pulling back. Lips parted as she stared at herself again before moving away and drying off her face. Licking her lips firmly she folds the towel and places it to hang as she walked back out of the bathroom with her toothbrush in her mouth.

One thing in mind that caught her was her bookcase, staring for a second she moved quickly towards it. Her hands brushing each spine of the books it held, until she found the one. Elena’s diary. If nothing was going to make sense, maybe this would? Her deepest darkest secrets, maybe it had some answers? Pulling the toothbrush from her mouth she began to brush it against her teeth before setting back towards the bathroom, holding the diary at hand. Spitting into the basin, she rinsed down before setting her toothbrush back and sitting herself on the toilet seat. Staring at her diary she opened it, pulling back the pages to a few days before. ‘Damon Salvatore’ it read, the words in large followed by Stay away from him, underlined. Her lips parted as her breathing grew heavy as she stared at the underlined words. Was she really dreaming? Was this actually real? She couldn’t help but continue to read on. Certain aspects of her life, certain things that had happened, she wasn’t quite sure about. Biting into her bottom lip tightly she brushed the tip of her finger against her words as she continued to read the words that she had another black out and had woken with no memory once again. More words about her meeting a gentle and caring man, older than her and yet she had thought he was perfect. Surely this wasn’t the man she had told herself to stay away from? There was little she knew about this man, yet she knew she couldn’t trust her own words. Simply because she had no memory of any of this..

Ears twitching ever so slightly, as her heart began to race, a sound catching her ears as she turned her head towards the bathroom door. Staring out into what seemed like it was midday, had actually been early morning. It was still somewhat dark yet the sun was leaking in through the windows. Slowly she stood, making silent footsteps towards the hallway and back into her own room. Was he awake? Had he realised she wasn’t there? More questions, the pain began to ache now, her hand clamped against her forehead as she sighed leaning against her doorframe. What exactly was happening to her? Had she felt weak, she wasn’t herself and there was nothing she could remember. Why was she so damn calm? Pulling her hand away she stared at the clock, the time ticking away and once it turned eight it was as though nothing had happened. Blinking, her eyes relaxed as a calm feeling came over her body. Slowly approaching her bed she sat down on the edge simply staring into the mirror. Her hand reaching her neck once more as she sighed, it was as though everything she had thought before had vanished, she couldn’t remember, not anymore @broknfeed

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—- He couldn’t help himself. Her scent was of sweetness to his nostrils. He would inhale her as he breathed near her and each inhale he made, he craved her more and more. Until, a point came where he would do something he knew he would regret in the future. But, for now – it didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Who would know? Who would look for her? He was well aware many who beloved Elena will look for her. However, The curse of vampirism saved every single situation for Damon Salvatore. Erasing others’ memories was the only way he could find a solution. The solution to keeping Elena as long as he’d like. 

Glasses of wine were shared between the two. Laughs, conversations, and smiles. Genuinely, He cared for her. He loved her. But, consciously knowing he couldn’t have her seemed to trigger thoughts of having and wanting her even more deeply. He remembers that night. The night where he himself turned her into a flightless bird. Caged in the Salvatore home. It didn’t take much but one look into her eyes. Her brown hues that glowed honey-like to him. He found himself lost in her stare a few times and that’s when he knew – he must have her. 

Curiosity turned lethal once her mind became under his control. His command. His. She stayed motionless as he had already ordered her to remain calm and in a trusting state for him. He didn’t want to hurt her. But, The scent. That damn scent was the reason why he had to inprison her. He came closer to her – moved her smooth brunette hair to the side, exposing her neck. His hand brushed against the veins he couldn’t see but feel as they pulsed life into her. His mouth became overwhelmed with the metallic taste that was familiar to blood. Just a taste.

His teeth softly sank into her neck so easily. She gasps but didn’t fight nor cried for help. Sometimes, Damon enjoyed when his victims fought – it made him feel some power against them. But, He felt satisfaction with Elena as she let him feed off of her. His mouth fulfilled with the sweetness of her blood. It was different. It was, perfect to him. He knew right then and there that she would have to stay. For company and for him to continue to enjoy her. But for that to become a reality, he’d have to have everyone forget Elena – and have Elena forget every single time. Which is what exactly he did. 

The empty bed was noticeable for him. He knew she was awake and up. It has been three days now. The people who once knew Elena had forgotten about her and Elena herself continued to forget every time Damon fed off of her. However, he knew deep down this plan can eventually burst. He listened to every movement she made. A small silence and he knew she was growing curious. But, She couldn’t, could she? 

“ Stefan did that.” He spoke as she came back into the room. “ He grew angry because you had drinks with me – turned off his emotions – and just – “ He stopped. “He left.” He concluded as he sat up before crawling out of the bed and walking slowly towards her. “I fixed it.” He furrowed his brows as they both looked onto the mirror. Meeting eyes through the reflection. 

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Dear Sam,

It has been a couple of days but I do have news.

I think I saw something I shouldn't have at the college. My Dad has now forbid me from going into his office and practice. I heard noises down there, sharp gasps and cries of pain. I don't think it's from his patients, because usually they don't go into that room, not unless he's in theatre but then again that's somewhere else around campus.

Did you find anything out on your end? All these secrets give me the heebie jeebies.

Can't wait to meet you.

E xo

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Dear Sam,

Did you know that my Dad will be going to Whitmore College this weekend? I know your Dad has been talking to him, he mentioned him a few times on call when I was downstairs.

I hope to see you soon, then we can talk. There’s something odd going on in Mystic Falls but Dad won’t tell me. I think he’s hiding something. Is your Dad hiding something from you?

Hope to hear from you, I miss you.

E xo @elenaloveablekotsala

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