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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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TALE AS OLD AS TIME

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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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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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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…. @xalwayswin

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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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