01 | holo | never too late
The phone dropped from her hand as she turned.
"Jenna?" She could hear Katherine vaguely as she ran to her aunt, hands holding onto her face as Alaric steadied her against the counter.
“Jenna, no, come on.” All she could think about was Katherine, her parents, everyone that had died over the past year. At first she’d blamed the vampire presence but this was because of her… her and Katherine. She wanted to know why - why Katherine wouldn’t just come after her instead. She was sick of all of it.
Elena could feel a hand on her shoulder, a voice telling her that everything would be alright, that they were on their way but she barely heard it… barely felt it. She didn’t want to die but if it meant stopping all of this? Stopping everyone she cared about from being in constant danger? She had to do something.
She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. It was impossible… she couldn’t see any good outcomes from it. How could they beat Katherine and have no one else die? And what about aunt Jenna, what were they going to tell her… would she even live? God, Elena hoped so.
It was a few minutes before she moved again, finally letting out the breath in a sigh. Opening her eyes Elena looked to Jenna, panic rushing over her when she didn’t see her. Something in the back of her mind wanted to tell her that the paramedics were already here, that she was on her way to the hospital but she didn’t believe that… couldn’t. She turned her head, looking for Alaric or Jeremy by she was faced with wall… solid metal wall that was impossible.
“What?” She stared at it for a moment, slowly reaching out and pressing her hands on it.
It was real. But… how? How could she be here?
“Katherine?” Unless somehow she’d been drugged and this was hours later she hadn’t moved, that and she didn’t have any gaps in her memory. Scrambling to her neck Elena panicked again when she realised that the necklace was gone. Had Katherine compelled her and made her forget she'd been there? But... why? Just to lock her in the tomb?
Her mind was racing, trying to think of any other ideas but… there weren’t any. Elena couldn’t think of how she’d gotten here; the why was a little easier but could she even be certain of that?
“Oh God.” She leaned against the wall, fearful and a little defeated. She was stuck down her - she hadn’t seen any doors when she’d looked around - and she had no way of contacting Stefan; her phone had been in her bag. She was stuck here for God knows how long and God knows where. And what was worse was that she didn’t know if Jenna would live or not.
She wanted to cry, to scream out until all of her pain was gone… except that she knew that wasn’t an option. There was too much and she couldn’t let that happen - she couldn’t let herself become defeated before she’d even tried.
“Come on Elena, pull it together.” She was muttering more than talking, not quite trusting herself to fully talk, not sure if she could listen to herself. “Katherine’s obviously not here or she’d have done something by now, that means someone else has done this.” She’d managed to get to that but without anything more she was stuck.
“I really wish you were here, Stefan, broken up or not.” At least around him she felt safe - knew that he would keep her safe; even Damon seemed like a good option at this point - he cared enough to save her.
“I know you’ll get me out of here…” You always do, was her unfinished sentence.
Elena sighed again, closing her eyes and pushing her head back against the wall. This time she really felt doomed.
"Jenna?" She could hear Katherine vaguely as she ran to her aunt, hands holding onto her face as Alaric steadied her against the counter.
“Jenna, no, come on.” All she could think about was Katherine, her parents, everyone that had died over the past year. At first she’d blamed the vampire presence but this was because of her… her and Katherine. She wanted to know why - why Katherine wouldn’t just come after her instead. She was sick of all of it.
Elena could feel a hand on her shoulder, a voice telling her that everything would be alright, that they were on their way but she barely heard it… barely felt it. She didn’t want to die but if it meant stopping all of this? Stopping everyone she cared about from being in constant danger? She had to do something.
She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. It was impossible… she couldn’t see any good outcomes from it. How could they beat Katherine and have no one else die? And what about aunt Jenna, what were they going to tell her… would she even live? God, Elena hoped so.
It was a few minutes before she moved again, finally letting out the breath in a sigh. Opening her eyes Elena looked to Jenna, panic rushing over her when she didn’t see her. Something in the back of her mind wanted to tell her that the paramedics were already here, that she was on her way to the hospital but she didn’t believe that… couldn’t. She turned her head, looking for Alaric or Jeremy by she was faced with wall… solid metal wall that was impossible.
“What?” She stared at it for a moment, slowly reaching out and pressing her hands on it.
It was real. But… how? How could she be here?
“Katherine?” Unless somehow she’d been drugged and this was hours later she hadn’t moved, that and she didn’t have any gaps in her memory. Scrambling to her neck Elena panicked again when she realised that the necklace was gone. Had Katherine compelled her and made her forget she'd been there? But... why? Just to lock her in the tomb?
Her mind was racing, trying to think of any other ideas but… there weren’t any. Elena couldn’t think of how she’d gotten here; the why was a little easier but could she even be certain of that?
“Oh God.” She leaned against the wall, fearful and a little defeated. She was stuck down her - she hadn’t seen any doors when she’d looked around - and she had no way of contacting Stefan; her phone had been in her bag. She was stuck here for God knows how long and God knows where. And what was worse was that she didn’t know if Jenna would live or not.
She wanted to cry, to scream out until all of her pain was gone… except that she knew that wasn’t an option. There was too much and she couldn’t let that happen - she couldn’t let herself become defeated before she’d even tried.
“Come on Elena, pull it together.” She was muttering more than talking, not quite trusting herself to fully talk, not sure if she could listen to herself. “Katherine’s obviously not here or she’d have done something by now, that means someone else has done this.” She’d managed to get to that but without anything more she was stuck.
“I really wish you were here, Stefan, broken up or not.” At least around him she felt safe - knew that he would keep her safe; even Damon seemed like a good option at this point - he cared enough to save her.
“I know you’ll get me out of here…” You always do, was her unfinished sentence.
Elena sighed again, closing her eyes and pushing her head back against the wall. This time she really felt doomed.