[ accidental audio / visual ] won't someone make my heavy heart light;
For Jenna, things had recently been pretty normal as far as Taxon goes. Gain people, lose double. Lose one, gain none. She was starting to learn the ins and outs of the city and hated what she'd come to notice.
She'd woken up a few days ago to find them both gone. Now it was just her... and probably Katherine, if the vampire ever decided to show her face again. Selfishly, Jenna hoped that Katherine had gone back, too. At least Stefan and Damon could protect Elena... and Caroline could help. Better than Jenna herself ever had, that was for sure.
The first thing the tablets really picked up was the crash of a bottle sliding out of Jenna's hand and hitting the floor. She could have sworn she'd just seen Elena... getting snacked on by some vampire in firelight, but no... that couldn't be. It wasn't possible. And whatever she'd seen - or thought she had seen - was gone. Jenna didn't even bother to pick up the glass, not noticing as her tablet, sitting on top of the kitchen counter, clicked on to show her tear-stained face staring at something far behind her tablet's screen.
"...Elena?"
Eventually, Jenna wiped at her eyes and looked down at the floor. Her eyes still didn't catch the tablet. She was pretty much ignoring it for now. And finally, she knelt down, out of sight of the tablet feed, to start picking up the broken glass and mopping the floor. What a waste of a good bottle of wine.
She'd woken up a few days ago to find them both gone. Now it was just her... and probably Katherine, if the vampire ever decided to show her face again. Selfishly, Jenna hoped that Katherine had gone back, too. At least Stefan and Damon could protect Elena... and Caroline could help. Better than Jenna herself ever had, that was for sure.
The first thing the tablets really picked up was the crash of a bottle sliding out of Jenna's hand and hitting the floor. She could have sworn she'd just seen Elena... getting snacked on by some vampire in firelight, but no... that couldn't be. It wasn't possible. And whatever she'd seen - or thought she had seen - was gone. Jenna didn't even bother to pick up the glass, not noticing as her tablet, sitting on top of the kitchen counter, clicked on to show her tear-stained face staring at something far behind her tablet's screen.
"...Elena?"
Eventually, Jenna wiped at her eyes and looked down at the floor. Her eyes still didn't catch the tablet. She was pretty much ignoring it for now. And finally, she knelt down, out of sight of the tablet feed, to start picking up the broken glass and mopping the floor. What a waste of a good bottle of wine.