There's no one to ask, so mostly Elena doesn't (it's not like she's rife with parental figures, although she is rife with questions - her track record is actually pretty depressing), but that doesn't mean she doesn't think about it.
When she catches a break between a murder attempt, the apparition of a new vampire overlord and her romantic problems, she goes to the cemetery. To her parents' grave, more precisely: nothing very original, but she's never been the adventurous one in the family. That'd be Jeremy - or maybe Caroline.
She kneels in front of the stone - she was told the dead respond to begging, even though that hasn't always proved true, of late. She rests her front against the cutting edge, and she asks them. Am I still being punished? Did I want too much again?They never answer, and somehow it's worse than a yes, more damning
( ... )
It doesn't feel terrifying, or even crazy; instead it feels liberating. Is there a way to fuck up your own sacrifice? If there is, Elena's probably found it. Either way, it doesn't change the bottom of the matter: death is the only atonement. It sounds a little extreme, but if there's one thing Elena's learnt those past few months, it's that blood really is the currency they deal in. Especially her blood, actually.
Klaus grins, wicked and satisfied, like he doesn't mind the trade-in at all. He reaches a hand for her. Elena, who was well-trained in the art of distrustfulness, shows teeth. Klaus laughs.
For a second, fleeting but real, Elena wishes she were like him. Everything would be so much simpler if she could just stop caring.
*
"How does it feel, to be immortal?" Elena asks.
It's not something she would ask Stefan. She can already see the look in his eyes: not scared but concerned, frantic. He would tell her how horrible it is, that he would give anything to be human again, to be able to
( ... )
All I ever wanted was the world
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There's no one to ask, so mostly Elena doesn't (it's not like she's rife with parental figures, although she is rife with questions - her track record is actually pretty depressing), but that doesn't mean she doesn't think about it.
When she catches a break between a murder attempt, the apparition of a new vampire overlord and her romantic problems, she goes to the cemetery. To her parents' grave, more precisely: nothing very original, but she's never been the adventurous one in the family. That'd be Jeremy - or maybe Caroline.
She kneels in front of the stone - she was told the dead respond to begging, even though that hasn't always proved true, of late. She rests her front against the cutting edge, and she asks them. Am I still being punished? Did I want too much again?They never answer, and somehow it's worse than a yes, more damning ( ... )
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It doesn't feel terrifying, or even crazy; instead it feels liberating. Is there a way to fuck up your own sacrifice? If there is, Elena's probably found it. Either way, it doesn't change the bottom of the matter: death is the only atonement. It sounds a little extreme, but if there's one thing Elena's learnt those past few months, it's that blood really is the currency they deal in. Especially her blood, actually.
Klaus grins, wicked and satisfied, like he doesn't mind the trade-in at all. He reaches a hand for her. Elena, who was well-trained in the art of distrustfulness, shows teeth. Klaus laughs.
For a second, fleeting but real, Elena wishes she were like him. Everything would be so much simpler if she could just stop caring.
*
"How does it feel, to be immortal?" Elena asks.
It's not something she would ask Stefan. She can already see the look in his eyes: not scared but concerned, frantic. He would tell her how horrible it is, that he would give anything to be human again, to be able to ( ... )
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Still not over the fact that you filled so many of my prompts!!!
You write so beautifully, ahhhhhh!
Thank you! <333
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