003; Shadows of her Broken Heart// Part I
Title: "The Shadows of her Broken Heart"
Author: fireinmyboness
Artist: satavaisa
Genre/type: Het
Word Count: Over 10,000
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Damon/Elena, Damon/Elena/Stefan/Katherine.
Rating: T ,
Spoilers: All the aired episodes.
Warnings: Strong language.
Summary: Elena finally makes her choice... not that she doesn't know who she wants to be with, but when Katherine arrives back into town she finds herself being drawn into her games. Slowly Elena comes around and begins to understand her, resent her, and then finally hate her. In the realities around Elena, she has to follow the path which will lead her to her kingdom, and avoid the games she is ultimetely forced to play.
Art: here
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In the end
These things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you live?
How deeply did you let go?
-Siddhārtha Gautama-
I
- The beginning, otherwise known as the day everything changes. Founder’s Day.
~
He ain’t feelin’ anything; my love, my hurt, or the sting of this rain.
- Miranda Lambert, “Dead Flowers”
~
She remembers this scene… the blood, all the blood she couldn’t wash her hands of, a sea of red around her and the tears that just wouldn’t stop forming. Then the bitch’s teasing smile, and the simple statement “If I was you, Elena dear, I’d go check upstairs, I think Jeremy’s feeling a little poorly”.
She can’t shake this feeling of utter despair because it seems that she has lost everyone in that moment, her biological father practically died in her arms a few seconds ago and she had felt his heart, expand, slow and stop; the thuddering stopped under the palm of her hand. Her stained hands are shaking as she wills herself to run, to run faster up the stairs to Jeremy’s side…
... And then to see Jeremy’s lifeless form on the bed, helpless, motionless.
It sends chills up her spine and still brings tears to her eyes. Elena has never been heartless, or without feelings, in fact she’s more sentimental than anyone ever gives her credit for, she cares about the people she still has in her life and Jeremy was her brother, he was all she had left. With Jeremy she thought she found someone who she could relate to, who knew all the pain she was feeling, this big dark gaping hole in her heart because they were alone. She thought he knew how much she needed him, so no maybe she didn’t do drugs, she didn’t act like a moody bitch all the time but she thought Jeremy wouldn’t leave her. It was selfish, her thought process, she knew that much, but still… and for Katherine to stand over her and laugh at this broken mess, she found it was simply cruel. This was her first taste of Katherine Pierce.
~
Elena remembers the way her tiny hands were still stained and her whole body was shaking yet she still called 911 that night when everything started. The night she decided she couldn’t let herself fall into Damon’s tangled web.
When they pick up Jeremy’s motionless body and take John’s covered body, the doctors find a broken mess on the floor, her face is ghostly white and her whole persona completely wiped… it seemed like she had seen a monster, a ghost. Not sure of whether to leave her or to do something with her, they finally decide that it would be best to force her up from her futile position on the floor. Elena doesn’t remember how she got to the hospital; all she remembers is that deadly white building where everything was clean but her. Founders Day had different memories, it was now this reoccurring nightmare of the squeaky clean hospital bathroom that had the smell of pure bleach and sterilised, clean surfaces; the second memory which come to her mind with the words “Founder’s Day” is the furious scrubbing against her hands, trying to rub off the blood, to rub through her skin… these plaguing images keep her up at night, especially when she closes her eyes and in front of her is a field if white for infinity going on forever, there’s nothing but white around her and when she looks down...
There’s only pink water in the basin, and her clothes covered in now dry blood… the blood had made her feel tarnished. Not enough. Like always.
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Author: fireinmyboness
Artist: satavaisa
Genre/type: Het
Word Count: Over 10,000
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Damon/Elena, Damon/Elena/Stefan/Katherine.
Rating: T ,
Spoilers: All the aired episodes.
Warnings: Strong language.
Summary: Elena finally makes her choice... not that she doesn't know who she wants to be with, but when Katherine arrives back into town she finds herself being drawn into her games. Slowly Elena comes around and begins to understand her, resent her, and then finally hate her. In the realities around Elena, she has to follow the path which will lead her to her kingdom, and avoid the games she is ultimetely forced to play.
Art: here
~
In the end
These things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you live?
How deeply did you let go?
-Siddhārtha Gautama-
I
- The beginning, otherwise known as the day everything changes. Founder’s Day.
~
He ain’t feelin’ anything; my love, my hurt, or the sting of this rain.
- Miranda Lambert, “Dead Flowers”
~
She remembers this scene… the blood, all the blood she couldn’t wash her hands of, a sea of red around her and the tears that just wouldn’t stop forming. Then the bitch’s teasing smile, and the simple statement “If I was you, Elena dear, I’d go check upstairs, I think Jeremy’s feeling a little poorly”.
She can’t shake this feeling of utter despair because it seems that she has lost everyone in that moment, her biological father practically died in her arms a few seconds ago and she had felt his heart, expand, slow and stop; the thuddering stopped under the palm of her hand. Her stained hands are shaking as she wills herself to run, to run faster up the stairs to Jeremy’s side…
... And then to see Jeremy’s lifeless form on the bed, helpless, motionless.
It sends chills up her spine and still brings tears to her eyes. Elena has never been heartless, or without feelings, in fact she’s more sentimental than anyone ever gives her credit for, she cares about the people she still has in her life and Jeremy was her brother, he was all she had left. With Jeremy she thought she found someone who she could relate to, who knew all the pain she was feeling, this big dark gaping hole in her heart because they were alone. She thought he knew how much she needed him, so no maybe she didn’t do drugs, she didn’t act like a moody bitch all the time but she thought Jeremy wouldn’t leave her. It was selfish, her thought process, she knew that much, but still… and for Katherine to stand over her and laugh at this broken mess, she found it was simply cruel. This was her first taste of Katherine Pierce.
~
Elena remembers the way her tiny hands were still stained and her whole body was shaking yet she still called 911 that night when everything started. The night she decided she couldn’t let herself fall into Damon’s tangled web.
When they pick up Jeremy’s motionless body and take John’s covered body, the doctors find a broken mess on the floor, her face is ghostly white and her whole persona completely wiped… it seemed like she had seen a monster, a ghost. Not sure of whether to leave her or to do something with her, they finally decide that it would be best to force her up from her futile position on the floor. Elena doesn’t remember how she got to the hospital; all she remembers is that deadly white building where everything was clean but her. Founders Day had different memories, it was now this reoccurring nightmare of the squeaky clean hospital bathroom that had the smell of pure bleach and sterilised, clean surfaces; the second memory which come to her mind with the words “Founder’s Day” is the furious scrubbing against her hands, trying to rub off the blood, to rub through her skin… these plaguing images keep her up at night, especially when she closes her eyes and in front of her is a field if white for infinity going on forever, there’s nothing but white around her and when she looks down...
There’s only pink water in the basin, and her clothes covered in now dry blood… the blood had made her feel tarnished. Not enough. Like always.
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