Something Wicked This Way comes

[mystic_elena]

Once life had been simple for Elena Gilbert; not that life is simple for a teenager, but in middle school when she would make Bonnie pinky swear to a secret, or hit Jeremy on the top of the head

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[prodigalsavior]

Damon got her message and wondered for a few moments if she'd sent the same to Stefan. What was he supposed to do about a message that hit him like a blow to the solar plexus. After his recent discovery left him reeling, unable to think straight about the woman who'd been the focus of his thoughts for a century and a half, Elena's message was potentially the worst he could have received

[mystic_elena]

Elena pulled her knees up to her chest, to stop from shaking. The covers around her like a shield, she kept calming herself, or attempting to do so. Beside her on the bed was a broken broom handle.

The cell rang causing the young girl to jump. Looking at the in-coming number she frowned, then answered. "Hi Jenna." Then she listened. "I'm fine you and Jeremy have a good time." Rocking back and forth. "No stay, I'll be find. I'm trying to talk Bonnie into going away for the weekend. Just have fun."

She threw down the phone down. 'Damon where the hell are you it's been hours?' Then it hit her like a ton of bricks, he still did love Katherine. Unbidden the tears began to fall, and she turn over away from the window lying in the fetal position.

[mystic_elena]

It took her a moment, then she felt something. She was almost afraid to turn around, it couldn't be Katherine, she hadn't had an invite unless Jenna asked her in before she and Jeremy left.

But she turned, a look of relief danced across her pretty face.

"Damon, how did you ....," as the words spilled forth, she jumped out of bed, ran to him, wrapping her arms around him trembling.

"Sorry I doubted you," she whispered.

[prodigalsavior]

Damon was still somewhat bemused that Elena had called him rather than Stefan, but he wrapped his arms around her in turn, holding her close.

"I didn't get your message right away," he told her quietly, as close to an apology as he would likely come aloud, but he ran his fingers slowly through her hair and then over her back in a soothing touch. He kept his voice low, soft and soothing as well, maybe with the tiniest bit of compulsion in it, though more to calm her down than to override her free will. "It's all right. You're all right. Tell me what happened."