i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

Elena Gilbert, Pre-Med student at Tulane, New Orleans. RP account for VN.

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crcscnt:

“If you’re looking for a conversation, I’m off duty.” Hayley muttered as she stared down into a bottle of liquor before swirling its contents around slowly. The wolf sat on the edge of the Bayou, inches from dipping back into Quarter territory, and a good chunk of her wanted to walk straight in and barge into the Mikaelson compound to find one of the two brothers, but yet, she couldn’t find the energy to push herself into enemy territory, and now, she sure as hell wasn’t going to do so with a witness in front of her.

She had no good reason to be this far out, and yet Elena found herself heading towards the Bayou outside the city of New Orleans as if she were on auto-pilot.

If Stefan’s thought process was somewhere along the lines of staying low and outside of the city, maybe the Bayou was a good option. Apart from the...feeding thing, but maybe that was the point. Elena knew that Damon didn’t think it was a good idea, and was determined to try and make her come to terms with something that he didn’t think she was well aware of –

But she had to try.

“Sorry?” Elena blinked, trying to make sense of the fact that she was no longer alone. “No, I’m just-“ Well, what was she doing exactly? Just walking through the Bayou alone to find her vampire boyfriend who was missing his humanity? “Just going, um, that way.” She pointed at a direction, making an executive decision while trying not to wince at how ridiculous it suddenly felt now that she had to explain it aloud.

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brother-atropos:

He caught the slight drop in her shoulders and the corner of his mouth twitched at the smallest sign of her letting her guard down. “Pleasures mine love,” he replied as she took his hands, holding it a second longer before releasing her hand.

His eyes flickered between hers before he he dropped his gaze, chuckling at himself. “I apologize, but…would you like to grab a drink? I would kick myself later if I missed an opportunity to ask.” He nodded towards the school. “Maybe gather a bit more liquid courage?”

Maybe if it had been a different time, a different version of herself, Elena would have been able to anticipate the question. And while Kaleb seemed like nice, albeit forward, person, once he asked a part of the brunette assumed that it wasn’t merely a drink amongst friends – or to be friends.

“I,” Elena smiled, despite the awkwardness of it all, unsure of what to do. “I don’t want to give you the wrong idea,” is what she settled on. “I’m seeing someone.” Well, at least she thought she was. No, she was. She just had to find him first, bring him back. But all of that was much too complicated to dive into. “But we can still go and grab that drink?” She wasn’t ready to walk into the mess in the gym, and as long as it was clear it wasn’t a date – well then, friends couldn’t hurt – right?

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text || Elena

John: Bonnie Bennett.

John: May be under the impression I'm an FBI agent.

John: FYI.

Text ☏ from; Elena: When did you meet Bonnie?

Text ☏ from; Elena: ...Why?

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hbiccarolineforbes:

A twinge of guilt seeped through her veins at the surprise that rolled off Elena. Was it really that far fetched to believe I’m here to support you? Caroline may not have shown any care for the woman before her; especially, in light of her current change, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t show compassion in her time of need. 

“I brought pie. I know when I’m down a good slice made it all better.” Caroline offered with a softer expression. “Is this you inviting me inside, Elena?” Stupid vampire stipulations.

Pie. Despite all of the bewildering tension between them, it’s such a Caroline thing to offer as a fix that Elena can’t help but smile. Maybe this will be good for them – and give them a chance to try and fix whatever animosity there is that remains between them. If not for her sake, Elena rationalizes, for Bonnie. The last thing she wants to do is put her best friend in an awkward position where she has to choose, or awkwardly balance the two friendships.

“Yes, of course.” The door is opened more widely as if to demonstrate the point, even if Caroline’s weird sense of manners when it came to this, was slightly…amusing. If anything, Elena had expected the blonde to burst her way through the door with some kind of inspirational quote as she took charge. “Come on, we can see if there’s any ice cream to go along with the pie.”

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dark-salvatore:

“O yeah, he’s in there. Buried very deep under what he’s become now…” He sighed. “He’s not the guy you got to know over the past few years, Elena… yeah, he might have slipped up from time to time, but he’s completely immersed in it now. Even when you can pull him out, he’ll need a lot of time to recover from that…” First of all the physical part… the whole urge to kill everyone within his reach, including Elena.

And even if Stefan would manage to get over that part fast, by some kind of miracle, there would be the part where he would drown in his own guilt. Damon had just chosen not to care about what he did, while Stefan… well, his brother had never been good at that. “He has given up. He attacked you, doesn’t that say enough? I have no idea if it was his own choice or not, but that doesn’t matter… Stefan is gone for now…”

I don’t hate you. It shouldn’t have that much of an influence on him, the way this human girl thought about him, but somehow it felt like there was a weight lifted from his shoulders. He didn’t want her to hate him, even when he had done enough to warrant that hate. Very often to save his own life, but still… that didn’t make his actions any better. He smiled back at her when he felt her little, warm hand in his and he wrapped his hand around hers, before stepping over the threshold. “Come on… let’s get you fitted. Unfortunately you can’t graduate without those hideous things they insist on dressing you in.”

“I know it isn’t going to be easy,” Elena practically huffs, frustration starting to mount. She had tried everything she could think of at the time in Rousseau’s, not only to buy herself more time but to try and find something – anything – that would result in a flicker of emotion. It hadn’t worked, but she had been operating on the fly. Maybe with a plan, with the time to come up with something there would be a better opportunity.

If they could find him first.

“It wasn’t.” At least, she doesn’t think so- not judging by how he had only stopped when Klaus had intervened. “Klaus compelled him I think. And changed his mind at the last second.” It wouldn’t take Damon long to piece together why. With her Aunt now gone, he was in need of another doppelganger and she had once again become the token one. Taking a deep breath, she tucks her hair behind her ear and nods. “For now.”

This – Stefan like this – is only temporary. And if Damon won’t help her, she’ll have to do it by herself.

Following him through the doorway into the large gym where tables and booths are set up, both to help students get fitted for their gowns and plan for what comes next, Elena fights a grimace once she catches a glimpse of the career center.  “It’s only a black gown. It could be worse. And so much more embarrassing.”

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dark-salvatore:

He shrugged. He knew he could say Stefan’s name. He was the last one to give in to sentimentalities like that, but somehow it felt wrong, bringing Stefan up when he was out doing… well, what Stefan in this state did best. “And what? Bring him back?” He knew what she didn’t say. He also knew that Elena hadn’t thought this through, not really. He knew Stefan when he was like this. He knew how long it took to get back to who he was. And he knew that Elena did not have the luxury of time to wait for that to happen. But today wasn’t the day to bring that up. 

“I don’t think that’s gonna be as easy as it sounds, ok? He doesn’t want to be brought back… that’s kind of the problem.” Sane Stefan hated the Ripper part of him, but when he was truly, completely in Ripper mode, he didn’t want to go back.

A faint smile crept on his face when she decided not to give up. Not because he cared about some dumb graduation ceremony, but because that was the Elena he had gotten to know. And like. She didn’t give up, not when all the odds were against her. He admired that part of her. Sometimes he was even jealous of it. “I know you probably still hate me, but…” He offered her his hand. “Is it easier not to walk in alone?”

She doesn’t need to look up to know that Damon is skeptical – if not downright against what she wants to do. Whether he’s trying to bring a healthy sense of realism to the situation, or it’s something else entirely, Elena finds she doesn’t care. She isn’t being naïve, she knows that bringing Stefan back isn’t going to easy. But he has to be in there somewhere, buried beneath everything and for a second she could have sworn, maybe just before he had buried his teeth into her neck, that he cared.

Blowing out a huff, Elena can’t stop herself from shooting Damon an unimpressed look. “He’s still in there, Damon. He wouldn’t give up on any of us.” She believes it with every fiber of her being. “I’m not going to give up on him.”

Not that she has a plan – yet.

His words cause her to pause, and maybe even frown a little. Maybe she should, he certainly has done horrible – terrible things. “I don’t hate you,” the words are filled with soft honesty, and a part of the brunette feels guilty because…Shouldn’t she? Looking up at the vampire Elena hesitates, only for a second, before she nods and smiles and takes his offered hand. “Thanks, Damon.”

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brother-atropos:

Kol smiles lightly, trying to ease the slight shock he had just given her. So easily startled and all he had done was speak. Imagine if she saw the real him. “I suppose it could prove perseverance. To continue on in spite, or at least, in memory of,” he replied thoughtfully as he squinted up at the name of the school displayed above the doorway. Shaking his head, he turned his full attention back to the brunette.

“Ah, unfortunately no. I was supposed to, and, well…things got complicated. Could not seem to stay away though.” Lying through his teeth came so naturally when there were bits of the truth mixed in. “Oh, how rude of me. Not even properly introducing myself to such a lovely girl. I’m Kaleb.” He flashed a friendly smile and a subtle wink as he extends his hand in greeting.

Perseverance. That’s one word for it Elena supposes, and the corners of her mouth tick upwards in acknowledgement. To continue on in spite or in memory. Briefly the brunette wonders if that’s what she sounds like when she’s talking to Jeremy, but there is truth to it. 

And if she couldn’t take her own advice, how much of a hypocrite would she become in her brother’s eyes?

“Complicated seems to be this city’s specialty,” Elena offers with a sympathetic smile. Medical school has become complicated, and she knows with utter certainty that she can’t bury her head in the sand and pretend like everything is okay – that she’s just another normal student trying to get through her life the same as everyone else.

Although with Klaus now attempting to keep her safe rather than hunting her down there seems to be some sort of respite, at least, when it came to the safety of her own life, if not her loved ones.

His wink causes her to tilt her head to the side as if trying to determine exactly how to handle him, but some of the tension relaxes in her shoulders as she reaches out to shake his hand. “I’m Elena. It’s nice to meet you, Kaleb.”

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dark-salvatore:

“You just?”, he asked, but he knew what was bothering her. “It’s been too much lately, hasn’t it?” Losing Jenna, also losing Stefan in a way. The tension between them after what he had done to Jenna. It was enough to make everyone looking forward less to graduation, even those who did care about that whole charade.

He shook his head. “Nah… been there, done that. I’m not St…” He broke of the mention of his brother, automatically incorporating him in the jokes he was making, before realising that might not be a good idea right now. “I don’t enjoy doing these things more than once. As a matter of fact… the first time was already overrated, so if you decided to bail out and have a drink instead, I’m not going to be the one to disapprove of that.”

He cocked his head and looked at her. “But you’re not gonna do that, aren’t you?”

Elena didn’t bother answering Damon’s question, it didn’t sound like he really needed a response when he clearly had a good read on the situation. Graduation seems underwhelming, and something that isn’t as important- not in the grand scheme of things anyway. But it is too, the brunette knows that too, thanks to her own logic she’s used in trying to convince Jeremy to recognize and take pride in the achievements, in the happiness when they can.

It’s hard, when it feels like more than just poor timing.

“You can say his name, Damon.” She can’t deny that it stings, that her mind has been constantly thinking of him wondering if he was safe, if he was okay. She can still see his face, feel his teeth as they pierce her neck until Klaus had appeared. Just hearing his name won’t break her. “We’ll find Stefan and...” She trails off, leaving it at that, because what else can she say? Bring him back? Bring him home? Elena can’t give up on him. She won’t.

“I don’t know.” She does, but a part of her still isn’t ready to cross the threshold, to celebrate a graduation when everything feels like it’s come off of the tracks. There’s a pause, and Elena looks at Damon almost sheepishly – “No.” She can’t bail out, not now. “I can’t.”

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wolfwandering:

“Naw, don’t mention it.” He dismisses, almost embarrassed that she should feel gratitude for an act so small on his part, so insignificant in the grand scheme of things and in contrast to the loss she was experiencing just then. “Uh… Wish I-… Could do more.” He half-mumbled, internally debating the truth of that statement. It was true that he wished Jenna wasn’t dead, that if there’d been a way for him to help prevent hat - he’d have wanted to at least consider taking action. But he didn’t know the girl standing in front of him, and he was worried that the sentiment would ring hollow and far-fetched as a result. 

“She, uh-… Seemed like somethin’ special.” He elaborated, clearing his throat. “Had a few run-ins in the library too, where she taught some kids? Uh… She-… Seemed to know how t’ get them to listen. An’ care.” It seems like a gift he doesn’t remember most teachers having back when he was in highschool. Or maybe he just hadn’t taken an interest back then. Now, he regrets it. Quentin looks over at John again, sees that he’s not even close to being done greeting visitors by the door. Jenna’s kindness must’ve really made some rounds. 

It’s almost endearing the way he squirms, and for the first time today Elena doesn’t feel overwhelmed and bombarded by someone’s need to try and make themselves feel better by the way the offer information or promises they don’t intend to keep. “Sure,” the brunette finally relents with a small genuine smile, before she can help herself. “But thank you, really. I uh, needed to find my brother quickly and doubt I could have without your help.”

And then she lets it go, partly because she doesn’t want to make the bouncer squirm and more than he already has, and partly because she’s gotten to slip in her thank you one more time as the last word.

“She was.” Elena’s voice cracks slightly, and she fights to regain composure. She wants to tell him that it takes a special person to take in two kids after a tragedy and navigate a way through that. She wants to tell him that Jenna never faked it, that she understood there was no such thing as perfection but fought to be the best she could for them every day.

But she doesn’t know him, and hell if that kind of word vomit won’t scare not only this poor stranger but herself as well.

Elena also isn’t sure that she’ll be able to stop once she starts. So, she focuses on something else once she notices where his gaze is pointed.

“Oh, do you know John too?”

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hbiccarolineforbes:

Caroline stood outside of Elena’s for a pregnant moment before tapping her knuckles along the heavy oak.

“I know we haven’t been on the best terms but I came to give my condolences.” 

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It only takes a few seconds to respond to the knocking at the door, and after pulling it open Elena is momentarily stunned. “Caroline- hi,” The brunette manages to get out before the blonde continues, and Elena opens her mouth – and immediately closes it.

Elena isn’t quite sure they’ve ever been on ‘the best terms’ and she can’t figure out what she’s done to offend Bonnie’s friend.

For a moment she doesn’t know what to say, but she battles through the confusion to open the door further. “Thank you. Do you want to come inside?”

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dark-salvatore:

He wasn’t planning to get closer to the school. He wanted to keep an eye on Elena, mostly to make sure that Stefan wouldn’t suddenly show up and ruin all the… well… he supposed a graduation had to be fun, even when he suspected it didn’t feel like it under these circumstances.

After a while, he had a hard time keeping his distance, so he got out of his hiding place, even when he wouldn’t call it that, to walk on to her. “It’s just one step through that door, you know…”

Deep breath and one step forward. As simple as it sounds, the brunette struggled and ended up remaining exactly in the same place. Not even a single person from her study group has walked through, and if Elena should feel upset that she wasn’t included on the group’s plans – she doesn’t. She hasn’t exactly reached out to tried to keep in close contact with the group either.

Damon’s voice caused her to jump, and for a second Elena debates asking him exactly what he was doing just wandering the halls of a college, but either answer she can come up with on her own isn’t exactly comforting.

But he’s here, and even still that means something.

“I know,” she breathes instead, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear. “I just-” She’s not ready to. Not yet. “Getting fit for a cap and gown too?” Her joke falls flat, Elena’s sure of it, but she tries anyway.

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jerxgilbs:

When he’d gotten dressed this morning, pulling out his ‘funeral suit’, Jeremy could smell Mystic Falls in the threads of the fabric. It was enough to make him sick. He’d shed a few tears as he got dressed, trying to wrap his mind around this loss. It’d become hard to access at this point though, loss, the super natural world that was barreling towards him with no remorse in sight, there was nothing to be happy about, nothing to smile about. 

There was a time when all he had to deal with was the loss of his parents. It was a time he’d wasted. As he contemplated all of this, Elena in his arms. All at once he began to understand why Elena had chosen to keep in the dark. Quickly followed by that, a sinking guilt came, knowing that he’d only made her life all that much harder. He could not fathom how she kept it together so well. “Elena I’m so sorry.” He muttered softly into her hair, voice cracking all the way through. Jeremy wanted to be away from here, alone with her. It was the only thing that made sense. When nothing made sense, they did. At least now.

He shook his head immediately with the words, gripping her tighter as his head nestled into her shoulder. A few tears followed the movement. Damn did it feel good to let out a bit of his sadness. But as the cracks in the dam that kept him together began to leak, he wondered if there was any going back. His throat closed up as pain began to consume him. God he just wanted to be alone. “Elena, please help, I don’t know how to get through this.” He admitted sheepishly, no longer trying to be the strong brother that he never even was. “I want to be strong for you, for Jenna, for all these people but I can’t–I can’t do it.” 

Jeremy was losing it. But he didn’t have time to feel that crippling weakness, he just felt pain, sadness, and loss. 

Jeremy’s voice cracked and Elena’s heart fractured a little bit more for her brother. “Jer, you don’t need to be sorry, you have nothing to-” Her own voice cracked at the way he clutched at her, and if a way to shoulder all of his pain existed Elena would have done all that she could have in a second. He hadn’t asked for any of this, and while he was just beginning to understand some of the politics behind everything there would be no understanding this, the loss.

Blinking back tears Elena shook her head, her palms pressing into his back as she held onto him more tightly, and her hooked her cheek over his shoulder.  In that moment, nothing else mattered – not any details of the exchanges going on around them, or even the people who were no doubt trying to give their respects. John had handled everything and had thought of every detail that could possibly be accounted for.

But there was no way to prepare for this. So instead, Elena resolved herself to try and let go of what responsibilities she could and allow John to take over. “Hey,” her arms gave him another squeeze. “Listen to me.” Her voice was soft as she pulled back just enough so she could look up and catch his gaze. “I’m right here. I’m going to be right here next to you the entire time.” Somehow they would have to navigate their way through this, and find a way to say goodbye. And even if she wasn’t sure how she was going to help him through yet another loss, she would.

They would.

“Together, right?” Her eyes flickered to the pew before she nodded in that direction. “Do you want to sit? Maybe we can see if they’re ready to begin.”

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brother-atropos:

She certainly looked like Katherine, but her disposition was very off. The confidence wasn’t there. Through it all, Pierce always had her pride. It radiated off her like the stench of blood on a human. It was a fascinating thing to watch as he observed her from around the corner. He had been delayed from meeting the girl at the memorial service due to Mary’s ex-beau, but maybe it was for the best. Here she was alone and from the looks of it, struggling with some sort of personal demon - in the need of a friendly face.

“Pomp and circumstance certainly seems fitting, hm? Seems a bit insignificant with everything that’s been going on lately.” He mused, approaching from behind and stopping beside her with a friendly smile on his face. No need to fear the dog till it showed its teeth.

Every time Elena thinks she’s summoned enough courage to step through the door, another reason pops up to hang back. It’s too busy, she can come back another day, she doesn’t have to do this now. She can come up with a million reasons to not walk through the door, but each one is an excuse to delay the inevitable. She knows that she’ll do it, she has to, but she doesn’t want to.

It’d be easier if Bonnie was here, she can’t help but think to herself.

The new voice is startling and Elena visibly jumps before she smiles sheepishly, her hand clutching onto the strap of her bag tightly. “Sorry?” It takes her a moment, but then she remembers. New Orleans hasn’t been a stranger to its own tragedy, and she’s sure he isn’t referring to her own recent losses. “Maybe, but…It’s important too, in its own way I think.” The brunette pauses. “Are you graduating too?” It’s probably a stupid question, why else would he be at the Tulane graduation fair. But she can’t place his face, even if he seems vaguely familiar.

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All she has to do is walk through the doorway into the gymnasium and get measured for her cap and gown. A new group of students walk through every few minutes, laughing in excitement but all Elena can do is watch, one hand holding onto the strap of her bag that’s hooked over her shoulder, while the other holds her phone tightly in her head.

It doesn’t feel right. None of this does. Graduation seems like it’s something from a different lifetime, so pointless, and at the same time the brunette knows that she can’t not do this. After all the excitement she had placed on her brother’s graduation, about how it was something he should do, and that it had meant something…

Well, she’d feel like a hypocrite if she didn’t hold herself to the same standard.

Even still Elena can’t bring herself to cross through the doorway and go through the motions. Trying to summon her courage she waits, eyes flickering towards her phone hesitating to shoot a text to any of her friends to see if they were going to be there too.

It would be easier to get lost in their excitement with them instead of trying to summon some kind of feelings she’s not sure exist right now.

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wiccabennett:

“It’s still not easy for you to let other people watch out for him though.” Bonnie told the other with a sigh. She understood it too, for the most part. When it came to the safety of her friends, the girl didn’t like to leave any of it up to chance. It was hard to delegate when you’d spent your life losing things over and over again. “But, right now, you need to think about yourself too. I know it’s not your favorite thing to do, but spending a little time working to make sure you’re alright will help you make sure everyone else is in the long run.” 

Bonnie looked down at their hands and gave Elena’s a small squeeze back. She listened in silence, giving Elena the opportunity to get everything out before she spoke again. “I don’t think it’s meant to make sense, Elena. I think that everyone has their time, and when it comes, there’s not a lot we can do about it. It’s horrible and unfair, but if you spend your days thinking about what you could have done differently, you’ll drive yourself mad. I nearly did after Grams.” It’d taken her months to not spend every minute obsessing over every detail and memory of the event. “I like to try and think they’d want us to be happy-well, as happy as we can be without them. I just wish it was easier to think about the happier things.” 

No, it’s not easy to let someone else look after Jeremy, Elena agreed silently. John has been doing a good job starting to prepare him, them really, for anything else that could come their way, and it feels good. It’s a new kind of peace of mind, knowing that they can fight back somewhat now…and John isn’t done. It makes all of this a little easier, especially with how her brother wanted to dive into all things supernatural head first in some sort of way to get ‘caught up.’  “I know,” Elena breathes out with a small shrug. But she doesn’t know if she will be okay. Maybe eventually, maybe when the shock of everything finally settles in and they can mourn.

But it still doesn’t feel real.

Everyone has their time. She knows what Bonnie means, and that it isn’t meant to be cruel or anything along that vein, but still the words somehow manage to sting. Hasn’t her time come and gone plenty of times, with other people jumping in front of her to take her place? “She shouldn’t have been there in the first place.” The words are out of her mouth before she can stop them and instantly Elena regrets it. This isn’t the time, but thankfully no one is paying close attention to the two best friends huddled together.

She can’t stop obsessing over it- it’s all Elena can think about on repeat. If Damon hadn’t brought her, Jenna wouldn’t have been at the wrong place at the wrong time. She would have been home. Safe.

“We’ll help each other remember the happier things, Bonnie.” Her hand squeezes her best friend’s tightly. She may not be able to today, or even for a while after, but they’ll make sure the other survives. Like they always do. “Will you come back to the house with us, after?”

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wolfwandering:

“Oh shit... The sister, right? The twin?” The memory of their first meeting is a lot clearer in his head than it might be in hers; because of the surprise that came with it. “Sorry. I’m- I’m, uh, we met once, outside Ampersand. You two just look crazy similar…” But if he had any doubts about her identity, about the coincidence of Katherine having an identical twin - it’s confirmed by the fact that, when he focuses, he can’t catch the vampire scent that distinguishes Katherine from this human. 

Which means she’s telling the truth.

He can’t help but glance over his shoulder briefly, scanning the room for the sister he’s more familiar with before this girl’s question brings him back to the present. “Uh-… Sorta.” There’s a grimace, and Quentin feels suddenly self-conscious and ill at ease. “Ran int’a her a couple times… Coffee shop, the library….” His voice trails off into a barely-audible mumble. “She was-… Nice. Nicer than most people ‘round here.” The werewolf explained, stealing a glance at the grieving girl with a face identical to the last woman he kissed.

Elena doesn’t answer the question leaving him to answer his own question. She doesn’t have the energy, not today, to try and navigate through the waters of trying to not feel guilty for coming up with some sort of half-truth to explain why she and Katherine Pierce look alike. That and there was the fact that if she ever got too close to the truth she would sound insane to someone who had next to no knowledge about the supernatural world. Doppelgängers? There were stories of look-a-likes reported occasionally but this…They looked identical.  “Thanks…For letting me into the club that night. I know it was crazy busy, but it really helped.”

He looks uncomfortable, and Elena can’t blame him. It’s not exactly the best setting to have a conversation with someone you barely knew, and Elena can’t begin to guess what sort of information Katherine is giving him about the city and its inhabitants.

But hearing everything is nice…Her Aunt had created a life here for herself in New Orleans, maybe even more than she had. “That sounds like her,” Elena smiled. Jenna flocked to people, she had always been able to meet new people and be completely at ease. “She also liked to say exactly what she was thinking,” her smile grew at the thought.