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Learning to love again, TVD show fanfic

Novel By: stroumfita
Romance



Do your remember the scene in episode 10 of season 1 of TVD, when Elena got out of the car and told Stefan that she loved him? I don’t know about you, but personally I was thinking “don’t you dare walk away!” Oh, the joy I felt when he turned around, and kissed her!
But come on… I’m sure that I’m not the only one who’s turned from a Stelena, to a Delena fan! So, what if Stefan actually walked away? What if he left town, like he’d already said that he would? And what if Damon stayed?
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Submitted:Jun 8, 2011    Reads: 37    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


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Disclaimer: I don't own TVD, even though I'd love to!

I stood in front of the door, my heart beating quickly, wondering whether I really wanted to do this, or not. Taking a deep breath, I hesitantly raised my hand, and rang the bell. I waited for a couple of seconds, and when no one answered, I turned around intending to leave. I hadn't even taken a step though, when the door opened, and glancing behind my shoulder, I saw a middle-aged blond woman at the doorstep.

"Trudie?" I breathed "Trudie Peterson?"

"Yes," she replied, the smile never leaving her lips.

"Hmm, my name is Elena Gilbert," I said facing her "I wanted to talk to you about… Isobel Flemming."

"Well, I haven't heard that name for years. How do you know her?"

"I think that I…"I inhaled deeply, struggling to find the correct words "Do you know if she had a baby that she gave up for adoption?" I watched her as she froze, and her eyes widened. So, she knew.

"Oh, my God," she exclaimed "you're her daughter." Her eyes travelled on my body, from head to toe, and then she took a step back "I was just gonna make some tea. Would you like some?" she suggested.

"Sure."

"The kitchen's this way," she said pointing at the direction with her thumb, and I gave her a small smile as I walked inside the house.

"I wasn't gonna come. I didn't think I was, but I was driving, and I hit this stoplight, and it made me think about when I was learning how to drive, and then my mom would always warn me about this blind turn on the left-hand side, and then I was thinking about my mom, and I had your address. I'm sorry for barging in," I apologised.

"It's no problem. Just a surprise, though. I haven't thought about Isobel in years," she said sitting down on a chair.

"When was the last time you saw her?" I asked imitating her move.

"About seventeen years ago, when she left to go have you. We kept in touch for a while, but, well, you know, people drift apart."

"And you don't know where she ended up?"

"She was in Florida for a while. She was on her own. I know it wasn't easy," she answered in a small voice.

"Do you have any idea who my father is?"

"I could never get her to fess up," she replied quickly, a little too quickly as a matter of fact "anyway, she finally pulled it together, got into college on a scholarship."

"Where did she go?" I asked, choosing not to press her further.

"Somewhere in North Carolina, Duke, I think. Smart girl, smart school. Let me just grab the tea," she said standing up, and leaving me alone in the room. I gazed around, and everything was normal. Her house gave me the impression that she was living on her own, since there were no wedding, or baby photos. I couldn't help but feel that there was something off, however, her behaviour, the way she was answering my questions, it wasn't entirely natural. I could sense that she knew more than she was revealing.

When she came back, she was carrying a small box on her right hand, and a cup of tea on the left.

"There you go," she whispered as she placed the cup in front of me, and opening the box started searching for something. I saw her picking up a photo, and smiling, before she handed it to me.

"They came to the games for us," she said as I glanced down at the same picture that Jenna had found on the internet "the football team hadn't won in years. We were the stars. Well, Izzie was, but I was a damn good backup." I laughed lightly, as I traced Isobel's face with my finger.

"This is great, thank you."

"You're welcome," she replied, and I saw her eyes trailing towards the cup "you haven't touched your tea."

"Oh, yeah," I muttered, completely having forgotten about that. I picked it up, and took a sip. That's when the familiar aroma hit me. "What is this?" I asked innocently.

"Oh, it's just a herbal mixture," she answered, avoiding looking me in the eyes.

"Vervain?" I asked, but she remained silent "you know."

"Know what?" she asked pretending to have no idea what I was talking about.

"You didn't invite me in, and you're serving vervain tea, you know," I concluded in a firm voice, wondering what else she was hiding from me. Were any of her answers even true?

"I think that you should probably leave," she said abruptly standing up, and glaring at me.

"Wait," I breathed placing down the cup.

"Please leave, now," she almost screamed at me, and I quickly picked up my bag, and jacket, and all but ran to the front door. As I made my way to the car, I was trying to understand what exactly had happened. She knew, and she knew that I knew, so why didn't she tell me the truth? What was the truth? And why would my birth mother's best friend know about vampires? This was just insane, and I couldn't understand a single thing. I opened the back door of the car to toss my bag on the seat, and as I closed it again, something caught my eye. I span around panicked, and noticed a man standing at the beginning of the road. Our eyes locked, and he started walking towards my direction. He could be someone living in the neighbourhood just heading to his house, but that didn't stop me from freaking out, so I hurriedly got into the car, and drove back to Mystic Falls. I was halfway there, when my cell phone rang. Glancing at the screen, I saw that it was Jenna, so I parked at the side of the road, and turned the engine off.

"Elena?"

"Hey, Jenna, is everything all right?"

"Yes, everything is fine, I just…I found something, and I thought you would like to know."

"What is it?" I asked bracing myself for whatever I was about to hear.

"Are you sure you don't want to be here when I tell you?"

"Yes, Jenna, just spit it out," I said ramming my fingers against the steering wheel.

"I showed Isobel's picture to Rick," she trailed. I fought back the tears that were about to escape my eyes, and after about a minute of silence I said in a very unsteady voice "and she was his wife."

"Yes."

"So, she's dead."

"Elena, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Jenna. Thank you for helping me with this. I…. I got to go now, I'll see you later."

"Elena…"

"I'll be fine," I breathed as I hang up.

It was already dark outside, when I made it to the house of the only person that I could actually talk at that moment. I raised my hand to knock on the door, but it was already open, so I just pushed it a little more, and got inside the hall.

"Damon?" I called out. Glancing at my wrist watch, I saw that it was nine thirty, so he would most probably be in the living room, drinking his favourite scotch. That was exactly what I needed at that moment, alcohol. I walked into the living room, and glanced around. No sign of Damon on the couch, or on any of the armchairs. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a figure laying on the floor, in front of the fireplace, and then fear was replaced with confusion, because I realised that it wasn't Damon, but Alaric. I carefully approached him, and gasped when I noticed that there was blood in his chest, right above the place I knew that his lungs were. With trembling hands I searched for a pulse on his wrist, but there was none. He was dead. I sat back on the floor, trying to figure out how my dead birth mother's ex husband had ended up dead, or to be more accurate killed inside the Salvatore mansion. Everything was so confusing, how was I even supposed to understand any of these? I glanced at his still open eyes, and I shook my head in disappointment. He was probably the only one that could talk to me about Isobel, and now he was dead as well.

"Elena?" Damon's voice came through the entrance "what are you doing here?"

"What happened in here Damon? Why is he dead?" I demanded standing up.

"It wasn't really my fault," he defended himself "he's been bugging me for days, and tonight he came in here, holding a stake intending to kill me. I guess you're going to have a new history teacher again," he added shrugging his shoulders.

"How can you be so indifferent?" I screamed, and he looked at me surprised "how can you be so calm after you've killed an innocent human?"

"All I did was tell him the truth. His wife didn't want him anymore. It's not my fault he couldn't handle it," he replied raising his voice, too.

I was about to question why Alaric would ever ask him about Isobel, when I heard someone struggling for air. Puzzled, I glanced on the floor, and saw that Alaric was trying to stand up, while coughing, and clenching his fist on his chest.

"You turned him?" I yelled looking at Damon incredulously.

"Why would I ever turn him?" he replied in a small voice, and walked closer to us, a look of utter confusion in his eyes.

"How are you feeling?" I asked Alaric, leaning down.

"I feel fine," he managed to say, as he finally sat up.

"How can you be fine?" Damon said loudly "I killed you, I saw you dying. You're supposed to be dead, not sitting on my floor, and talking to me."

"Isobel," he breathed "the ring…the ring protected me," he added, as he touched a huge ring that was on his right hand.

"That's impossible," I commented. How could a ring revive him?

"I know," he whispered nodding his head.

I followed Damon with my eyes, as he walked to the bar, and poured himself a drink with his back towards us.

"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" I said walking to the nearest couch, and plopping down. Obviously enough, Damon, and Isobel were somehow connected, or at least Alaric thought so, but I just couldn't figure out how.

"Mr. History teacher came to town," Damon started saying as he turned to look at me "knowing about vampires, and looking for me, wanting to kill me."

"Why would he want to kill you?" I asked confusion colouring my voice.

"Because I saw him draining the life out of my wife," Alaric said in a grave voice, leaning against the wall. My breath caught in my throat, as I turned to glare at Damon.

"You did what?" I demanded through clenched teeth.

"Why do you even care that much about it?" he yelled at me.

"Did I forget to mention earlier when we were talking about my birth mother, the one that gave me up, the one that sucks -as you so kindly put it? Her name was Isobel," he immediately stiffened at my words "go ahead, reminisce about how you killed her," I spat out, as I felt tears running down my cheeks, and ran to the door.

Damon was in front of me in less than a second, holding my arms tightly "let go of me," I screamed, as I hit his chest with my fists "let go of me."

"Elena, I didn't kill her," he said looking deep into my eyes, and my moves instantly ceased "she came to me, desperately looking for a vampire. She wanted me to turn her."

"And you did?" I asked in a hoarse voice.

"She practically begged me, Elena, what was I supposed to do? I'm sorry, you have no idea how sorry I am, but I didn't know who she was."

"I want to go home," I said in a cold voice.

"Elena, I'm so sorry."

"You said that already."

"Please, Elena."

"Damon, what part of I want to go home you don't understand?"

"I'll drive you," Alaric said standing next to me, glaring at Damon.

"I can find the way to my own house," I replied roughly, and getting out of Damon's grip made my way to the door, with Alaric close behind me.

"Elena," he breathed as soon as we were out of the door "can we talk?"

"Not right now, I can't," I answered, unlocking my car.

I entered the silent house, and not really bothering to turn on the lights, climbed up the stairs, and collapsed on the bed, my forehead pressed against the mattress. Knowing that I was alone at the house, I allowed myself to cry, without having to muffle my sobs. I wasn't crying for something in particular, but for everything that has been going on in my life during the last year. Why do all the bad, and ugly things have to happen to me? What great sin have I committed, why is God punishing me like that? I turned on my side, and lay in a fetus position, making my body as small as possible, hoping that I would succeed in making myself invisible, so that no more problems would come my way. A whimper escaped me, and I shut my eyes firmly closed, praying that when I would open them again, everything would be fine. I knew that it was pointless, though, you cannot escape your problems, even if you try to run away, they will always found you. I hastily sat up, when I heard the front door opening, and closing. I wiped out my face, and put my hair in a ponytail in a feeble effort to make myself presentable.

"Goodnight," Jeremy called not even looking at me, and he slammed the door of his bedroom behind him.

Fresh tears formed in my eyes, as I thought that maybe everything would have been better, maybe everyone's life would be easier, if I had just died the night of the accident. If Stefan hadn't intervened, I would be dead now, perhaps I was supposed to be dead after all. Despite my trembling feet, I walked to the wardrobe, and changed into a pair of pyjamas. I brushed my teeth, avoiding staring at my reflection on the mirror, since that only caused new tears to gather at the corner of my eyes, and feelings of self-pity to engulf me.

I got back to my bedroom, only to find myself staring at Damon's blue eyes that were full of guilt, and regret.

"I'm tired, Damon," I whispered, as I sat on the edge of my bed, facing the wall ahead of me.

"I know, but I can't let you go to sleep when you most probably hate me."

"Right now, I want nothing more than to hate you, Damon, and I should probably hate you, but I can't, and to tell you the truth, I don't think I could, I just…I feel overwhelmed by everything that's been going on lately, and finding out that you turned my birth-mother, was just the match in the powder barrel. I can't deal with all these, I don't want to."

"Elena, please, let me help you, I know it's difficult for you right now, and I want to be there for you. Especially since my actions have played a great part in making you so sad," he said, kneeling in front of me.

"You can't help me, no one can," I whispered, my eyes still locked on the wall "I'm just doomed to be hurting all the time, I guess."

"No, no, don't say that," he breathed grabbing my face "you will be happy again, everything will be fine. You've panicked, and that's normal, but get rid of all those pessimistic thoughts, and believe with all your heart that you will finally be better. Because you deserve to be happy, Elena," he said his voice almost breaking "more than anyone else you deserve that, you've earned that, because you're an amazing person."

Our eyes finally met, and my vision blurred by my tears.

"Oh, Elena," he whispered, and sitting next to me, enveloped me in a strong hug, and placed me on his lap. I resisted for a few seconds, but then my hands wrapped around his shoulders, my face hidden at the crook of his neck.

"I don't want to get through this, Damon, it's too much, it hurts, please, make it stop, make all of them stop."

"I know, sweetie, I know," he whispered into my ear, as his hands were moving in circles on my back. He started rocking us back, and forth, as I was sobbing uncontrollably. When I could not shed any more tears, I glanced at the clock, and saw that it was already three o'clock.

Damon leaned back, and stared into my eyes. "Elena, I'm so sorry, for everything that I've done to hurt you."

"What do you know about Isobel?" I asked in a trembling voice, startling him.

"She was a parapsychologist, she spent her life researching paranormal activity in the area. She was great in her job, and she found out about me, she was even able to locate me. When she came to me, she was sure about what she wanted. She wanted to be a vampire, and I couldn't find a reason not to grand her wish."

"How does Alaric know everything?"

"I guess from her research," he replied shrugging his shoulders "it's not like we talked about it, though."

"You shouldn't have killed him."

"He's alive."

"Because of some strange ring, Damon. If it wasn't for that, he would be dead."

"I know," he said in a small voice, casting his eyes downwards "it's just that in that moment, when I saw him coming into my house, stake in hand, I wasn't thinking clearly."

"Just, try not to kill anyone else again, okay? Not even if they're supposed to come back."

"I'll try to," he replied, and I could hear the honesty in his voice "what were you doing the whole day, anyway?"

We spent the next two hours discussing about Isobel, and why would Trudie know about vampires, but we couldn't come to a conclusion. Still, by the time we were finished, I wasn't feeling so upset anymore, but I was definitely worn out.

"Let's get you to bed," Damon murmured, as he effortlessly picked me up, and gently placed me under the covers. I sighed in contentment when my head hit the pillow, and I vaguely heard his chuckle. He traced my jaw line with his finger, and turned around to leave, but I grabbed his wrist with whatever strength was left in me.

"Stay, please," I whispered. He hesitated for a second, but then kicked off his shoes, and got under the covers with me. He wrapped his arms around me, and I snuggled at his chest. I breathed in his scent, and a tiny smile crept on my lips, as I realised that maybe Damon was right, perhaps I could be happy again. As long as I had someone in my life that could help me calm down, and relax, someone that could make me feel safe, and loved. Someone like him. I sensed warm lips pressed on my forehead before I fell asleep, or it might have been just a dream, I couldn't know for sure.

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