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She turned her back on Damon, once and for all.
It wasn’t a question. It never was a question. Ring or not, he killed her brother, and she couldn’t allow that to be okay. No matter what he gave her, no matter what he did to try and make it better, he couldn’t. Her friendship wasn’t something she ever intended to give back to Damon, no matter how hard he tried, and that wasn’t going to change.
She couldn’t watch her brother die every time Katherine got inside Damon’s head. She couldn’t watch people she cared about die every time Katherine decided she wanted to screw with the one brother who actually did love her. She knew that with Damon it wasn’t compulsion, that whatever he felt for Katherine had been real, but that didn’t give him any excuse. He’d had over a hundred years to get over it. Katherine couldn’t be an excuse for everything that he did wrong.
In the end, Elena knew that she was going to have to accept the fact that he was a monster, and he always would be. He killed her brother. There was no coming back from that in her eyes. And while she knew that she couldn’t cut Damon out of her life completely and still have Stefan in it, she also knew that letting herself get that close to him again would only lead to more pain on her end. Damon was not her friend-and he never would be again.
At least the trip had actually uncovered something worthwhile, so she couldn’t consider it such a total waste.
She waited until Damon disappeared into the darkness over the edge of the porch, before opening the door and letting herself into the house. She should have been paying more attention-if she had, she would have noticed that the doorway she was walking through wasn’t exactly leading into her house. If she had, she might have been more prepared when the ground dropped out from under her, and she was suddenly landing very hard on a very dusty earth beneath her.
Ow.
The heat and sudden sunshine was the first giveaway that she wasn’t where she was supposed to be. The bag holding her things from the trip was still clutched at her side as she pushed herself to her feet, trying to get her bearings. The climate wasn’t like anything she had ever seen near Mystic Falls. In fact, she wasn’t sure how she had gotten so far from home this quickly, but she didn’t intend to stay there. What she intended to do is get out, and back home as quickly as possible. She didn’t want to worry anyone. She did what any sane, twenty first century girl would do-she went for her phone.
Her phone had no signal.
Murphy’s law in full effect, she figured that there wasn’t any way that this day could get any worse. She took a breath, letting her eyes scan the horizon for any sign of civilized life, and her eyes landed on what looked to be a small cluster of huts not too far from where she was standing. It would be a bit of a walk in this heat, but she would manage. She had to manage.
She took a breath, and slowly started to trek in that direction, hoping that the people she was trying to get to weren’t going to try and eat her alive, or worse.
It wasn’t a question. It never was a question. Ring or not, he killed her brother, and she couldn’t allow that to be okay. No matter what he gave her, no matter what he did to try and make it better, he couldn’t. Her friendship wasn’t something she ever intended to give back to Damon, no matter how hard he tried, and that wasn’t going to change.
She couldn’t watch her brother die every time Katherine got inside Damon’s head. She couldn’t watch people she cared about die every time Katherine decided she wanted to screw with the one brother who actually did love her. She knew that with Damon it wasn’t compulsion, that whatever he felt for Katherine had been real, but that didn’t give him any excuse. He’d had over a hundred years to get over it. Katherine couldn’t be an excuse for everything that he did wrong.
In the end, Elena knew that she was going to have to accept the fact that he was a monster, and he always would be. He killed her brother. There was no coming back from that in her eyes. And while she knew that she couldn’t cut Damon out of her life completely and still have Stefan in it, she also knew that letting herself get that close to him again would only lead to more pain on her end. Damon was not her friend-and he never would be again.
At least the trip had actually uncovered something worthwhile, so she couldn’t consider it such a total waste.
She waited until Damon disappeared into the darkness over the edge of the porch, before opening the door and letting herself into the house. She should have been paying more attention-if she had, she would have noticed that the doorway she was walking through wasn’t exactly leading into her house. If she had, she might have been more prepared when the ground dropped out from under her, and she was suddenly landing very hard on a very dusty earth beneath her.
Ow.
The heat and sudden sunshine was the first giveaway that she wasn’t where she was supposed to be. The bag holding her things from the trip was still clutched at her side as she pushed herself to her feet, trying to get her bearings. The climate wasn’t like anything she had ever seen near Mystic Falls. In fact, she wasn’t sure how she had gotten so far from home this quickly, but she didn’t intend to stay there. What she intended to do is get out, and back home as quickly as possible. She didn’t want to worry anyone. She did what any sane, twenty first century girl would do-she went for her phone.
Her phone had no signal.
Murphy’s law in full effect, she figured that there wasn’t any way that this day could get any worse. She took a breath, letting her eyes scan the horizon for any sign of civilized life, and her eyes landed on what looked to be a small cluster of huts not too far from where she was standing. It would be a bit of a walk in this heat, but she would manage. She had to manage.
She took a breath, and slowly started to trek in that direction, hoping that the people she was trying to get to weren’t going to try and eat her alive, or worse.