wheatear: (elijah/elena otp)
[personal profile] wheatear
Title: Taken (Chapter 27)
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries (TV series)
Characters/Pairings: Elijah/Elena, Damon, Katherine, ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None.
Summary: Post-2x15 AU: Elijah succeeds in kidnapping Elena, Katherine is out of the tomb and the Salvatore brothers have one hell of a mess to fix. Sometimes you have no choice but to make a deal with the devil. If you can get the devil to make a deal with you...

previously


27. To Die For

“This had better be a murder,” Damon said. “I’m a little busy right now.”

Liz frowned at him. “No murders. I’d say it’s just a council meeting, but look who turned up again.”

She jerked her head over to the cake stand, where Carol stood talking to someone very familiar. Damon groaned. Klaus. He was holding a tea cup and looking entirely at ease. What was it about Originals and getting cosy with the council?

“Damon, he was invited into my house,” Liz continued. “He’s a threat to the entire town and you’re telling me that a stake won’t work?”

“Not on an Original.”

He had filled Liz in. She had asked, and it seemed only fair. Katherine might be dangerous, but it would be far worse if Liz tried to go after Klaus with a stake. There was only one way that could end.

Liz’s hand was resting on her gun holster as she looked at Klaus, the very picture of suspicion. “This can’t go on. He’s compromising the council.”

Damon laid a hand on Liz’s shoulder to stop her from approaching him, but at that moment Klaus looked up and gave them both a dimpled smile. He ended the conversation with Carol, who looked positively smitten by him, and ambled over to them.

“Liz, Damon. Lovely to see you again.”

“You’re not welcome here, Klaus.” Liz’s face was hard.

Klaus’s smile widened. “Sorry, did I not make myself clear the last time we met? I have some business to attend to, so unless you want to die a violent and bloody death – I can be very creative – I suggest you go away and keep quiet. I’d like to talk to Damon alone.”

He turned his eyes on Damon, who was surprised, but not enough to pass up on the opportunity to talk to Klaus. If Klaus had wanted to kill him, he could have done so at the party. This might be a chance to get some information out of him.

So Damon looked at Liz and spoke gently. “I’ll be fine.”

Her mouth was a thin line, and the anxiety was clear to see in her eyes – fear, he realized, not just for herself and her family, but for him too. She left, and Damon watched her retreat before following Klaus. He didn’t do so without trepidation. The last time he’d had a quiet word with an Original, it had been Elijah, who had slammed him into a wall and stuck a pencil in his throat.

“You care about her, don’t you?” Klaus said, watching him.

Damon tore his gaze away and snorted. “The sheriff? No. You’re not the only one playing nice with the council.”

Klaus seemed to buy that, to Damon’s relief, since he was pretty sure that it was a bad idea to confess that he cared about anyone to the Original vampire. They found an empty study, Damon closing the door behind him. Klaus seemed in no hurry to talk; he meandered around the room, picking up a picture frame, an antique glass, a paperweight.

Damon held up his hand. The ring on his middle finger glinted in the dim light.

“Thanks for these. Very thoughtful.”

Klaus looked up and chuckled. “You’re welcome.”

“But I’m curious,” Damon went on. “What exactly are they for?”

He was being transparent, but there wasn’t much point in being subtle about it. He had no way to trick the information out of Klaus.

“Well, now, I’m glad you asked,” said Klaus. “I have a request for you, Damon. I’d like you to pass on a message to my brother, Elijah; I think you’ve met.”

“We’ve spoken.”

“I’m sure you got on famously.” He approached Damon, his eyes becoming serious. “Tell Elijah these rings are my little insurance policy, in case of attempted fratricide. Unfortunately it runs in the family.”

Damon gave a thin smile. “So I’ve heard. What kind of insurance?”

“Life insurance. You see, these rings are connected to my life force. Meaning, if I die, so do you, and your brother, and your witch.” Klaus took another step forward, his smile all teeth. “So go on. Take your best shot. But know that if I die, I’m taking you all with me.”

Damon had no response to that. His mind raced. Klaus had just undone everything that they had worked towards. If they were still wearing these rings tomorrow night, then he, Stefan, Bonnie and Katherine would all die the moment that Klaus bit it.

He didn’t imagine for a second that this would stop Elijah from going ahead with the plan, but if Elena found out...

“Give my love to Elijah,” Klaus finished. He patted Damon on the shoulder, then brushed past him and out of the room.

Well. Now they were truly screwed. If they were going to get out of this, they needed help. Damon sighed. It looked like he would have to call Bonnie again.

*

Caroline slurped from the blood bag, and then crumpled it up, a little embarrassed. It was bad table manners, but she hadn’t had any blood in a while. Bonnie didn’t keep it in the house. But she was in the Salvatore house right now, and Stefan hadn’t blinked an eye. She leaned back on the couch, watching him. He was on the phone to Elena, and she didn’t need to make an effort to hear their conversation.

“I’m surprised you haven’t come over,” Elena was saying. “You were practically babysitting me before; what’s keeping you?”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m taking care of Caroline; she needs another place to stay while Bonnie’s mom is in town.”

“Tell Caroline she’s welcome to crash here. We’ve had the house freshly de-invited, so no unwelcome vampires can get in.”

Caroline perked up at that. De-invited? That was possible? She’d have to ask Elena about it. It really sucked not being able to go home. She’d worn all her clothes once already.

“Huh, then I’ll remember not to sneak in through the bedroom window again,” Stefan replied, a faint smile lighting up his features.

Elena laughed. “See you, Stefan.”

“See you.”

He ended the call and looked at Caroline, his brows immediately drawing together again.

“Wow,” said Caroline. “Is it just me, or is she deep in denial? Like, neck-deep.”

“She’s coping,” said Stefan.

“So are we going over? I was gonna give you a lift. Free of charge.”

That was why she had paid a visit. Well, that and nabbing a blood bag.

He smiled and shook his head. “Thanks, Caroline. But if I see her, she’ll see the ring. It’s a problem we haven’t figured out a solution to, so until we do that...”

She understood. He didn’t want to tell her. He didn’t want Elena to worry about them, and Caroline got that, but she also thought he was being stupid.

She shook her head at him. “You should tell her. She’s going to find out anyway, and when she does, she’ll be mad at you for keeping it from her.”

“I know... But she has enough to worry about already; I don’t want to make things worse.”

“We’re a day away from the sacrifice,” said Caroline bluntly. It was a fact that they had all shied away from – she didn’t want to think of it, none of them did. But there came a point when you had to talk about something. “How can things get any worse? Come on. I’m your friend and I’m Elena’s friend, and I want what’s best for both of you.”

She got up, held out her hand, and Stefan reluctantly took it.

*

Elena looped her hair back behind her ears. “There. It’s done. So we’re going to get a whole bunch of witches here tomorrow.”

She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, having finally managed to get through to Lucy. Elijah was gazing out of the window. Elena gave him a tired smile. She had invited him upstairs because she wanted to talk to him alone. Jenna had given her a very funny look about that. But she wanted to ask him about his family, and she had the feeling that he might not be quite so open in front of Jenna and Jeremy.

He stirred, blinking at her. “You should take the elixir tomorrow. Just in case.”

Just in case. They were still short a witch. Elena nodded, then swung her legs over the side of the bed and patted the space next to her.

“Can you tell me about her? Tatia?”

He accepted the silent invitation, coming over to sit down next to her, and Elena felt her heartbeat quicken. She didn’t know when she’d started looking at him like that. Started noticing him – not only as the powerful Original, but...

His eyes met hers. “What would you like to know?”

She swallowed. “I – I thought I knew everything I needed to about the sacrifice. But I want to know what my place is in all of this. What’s so significant about the doppelgänger? Why her? Why me?”

Elijah considered for a moment before speaking. “It couldn’t have been anyone else. You see, it was only after we became vampires that we discovered that Klaus was also a werewolf. The witches had not intended to create a hybrid species.”

Elena blinked. “You were created by witches?”

“Yes,” Elijah replied. “We were created for one specific purpose: to hunt down the werewolves that plagued our land. Of course when it was discovered that Klaus was one of them, the witches perceived that his loyalties might be divided. So they decided to place the curse on Klaus, sealing away his werewolf side.”

“What about your family? Did you want Klaus’s werewolf side sealed away too?”

“Our opinions differed,” Elijah said carefully. “My father had discovered that my mother had been unfaithful. Our parents were divided; our entire family was. My mother sought to appease my father and the witches by agreeing to put the curse on Klaus.”

“So... how does Tatia come into it?”

“Tatia’s blood was required for the curse to work. She and my mother cut a deal; she would offer her blood, in exchange for our protection.”

“Protection? Why would she need protecting?”

Elijah looked at her directly then. “Because Tatia was also from a werewolf bloodline. The same bloodline as Klaus.”

Her mouth fell open. “They were related?”

“Yes. Half-brother and half-sister, to be precise. The witches needed a living blood relative in order to curse Klaus. Her blood did the trick.”

Her head was spinning. “Does that mean... I’m from a werewolf bloodline?”

Elijah shook his head. “The werewolf curse is passed down through the men in the family. Tatia never triggered the curse. Her descendants were not werewolves, and neither are you.”

“But we’re genetically identical.”

She wasn’t entirely sure that genetics applied to matters of doppelgängers and werewolf curses, but she didn’t know how else to explain the fact that they looked alike.

“When Tatia volunteered for the sacrifice, her blood became something different, something unique... The doppelgängers are supernatural occurrences, Elena. You and Katerina are both tied to the curse, as Tatia was.”

So Tatia had been used to curse Klaus because she was related to him. A horrible possibility occurred to her. “Am I related to Klaus?”

Her skin crawled at the thought.

“Do you consider yourself related to Katerina?”

“I’m her descendant...”

“Katerina has a thousand descendants. I have more.”

“Wait,” she interrupted, “you had children?”

He was silent for a moment. “A long time ago. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t believe you are related to Klaus any more than Katerina was; you may be the doppelgänger, but you are your own person, Elena.”

Elena frowned. Once again, she had been given a revelation that raised a hundred questions.

“If Tatia was Klaus’s sister,” she said slowly, “why did she betray him?”

“Many reasons. To stop the war that had already begun between our families... to protect Niklaus... and to save herself.”

“But didn’t she die in the sacrifice?”

“No. The curse did not require Tatia to die. The witches made the sacrifice a requirement of her doppelgängers, but Tatia had to survive in order to have descendants.”

“So she escaped... and she lived long enough to have children.”

“Yes.”

“But not with you.”

His face darkened. “I was a vampire; it would not have been possible.”

“But you loved her. Klaus said that you were going to marry her.”

“Becoming a vampire made many things impossible. My future with Tatia was one of them.”

Elena thought that she could see the faintest hint of regret in his eyes, but something about his expression made her think that it was more the memory of regret. These were old feelings. Even so, she could tell that he wasn’t entirely comfortable discussing Tatia. His gaze had dropped; he was tracing patterns on the duvet in a way that gave her inappropriate thoughts about his fingers on her skin, but he had also turned slightly away from her.

She tried not to be distracted, changing the subject instead. “Did you know that she was Klaus’s sister?”

“Not until the truth came out. Klaus had known. He’d kept it a secret, even from me.”

“So what happened? What was your part in all this?”

He paused. “I wanted our family to make peace. It didn’t work. Everything that happened, I discovered too late... That my father had massacred Tatia’s family, that Tatia had made a deal with my mother...”

“Why did she go to your mother for protection? Why not to you?”

He shook his head. “She knew that Niklaus and I were close. Perhaps she didn’t think that I would have agreed to the curse.”

Elena shifted, frowning at him. “I don’t understand. She loved you. With everything that had happened, wouldn’t she have gone to you first?”

“I’m not sure that she did love me,” Elijah said quietly. “I learned many things about Tatia and my family in those few days that redefined the way we saw each other forever.”

For a moment, she didn’t know how to respond. It all sounded so... intense. She couldn’t imagine it, the shock of not only being turned into vampires, but discovering all these family secrets at the same time. And Tatia had been at the centre of it all.

“She doesn’t sound like a nice person.”

Maybe it was silly, but Elena’s stomach sank at the thought. Was she doomed to repeat the mistakes of her ancestors? And she felt sad for Elijah too, that he had loved a woman who hadn’t loved him back.

“She was a complicated person,” was all Elijah said.

They looked at each other for a long moment. He was close enough that she could see the tiniest shift in his expression, the way his mouth quirked up just slightly, the wistful look in his eyes. Her heart beat faster.

Then Jenna’s voice echoed up the stairs.

“Elena! Stefan’s here!”

Elena tore her eyes away and stood up quickly, letting out a breath. She had been so absorbed in talking to Elijah that she had almost forgotten Stefan was coming over.

“I’ll bring the elixir tomorrow,” Elijah told her.

She nodded, and touched his arm briefly in thanks before hurrying down the stairs, knowing that Elijah would have gone by the time Stefan came in.

*

“Three vampires at the door! Just waiting for an invitation.”

Caroline hadn’t changed, Jenna thought, when she’d recovered from being dazzled by the girl’s smile. For a vampire, she sure was... perky. Particularly in comparison to Stefan and Damon, who looked grim as hell.

Damon stared at the door frame as though it had personally insulted him. “Why can’t we get in?”

Jenna stood well back, feeling rather smug that she knew something that he didn’t. “We had the house protected. Meaning de-vampified, de-vamped, whatever. I’m not inviting any of you guys in, by the way. That’s a decision we make together as a family–”

She turned back when she heard Elena hurrying down the stairs, missing the annoyed expressions that no doubt accompanied Caroline and Damon’s huffs at not being let in.

“Hey,” said Elena. “Caroline, come in.”

This was interesting. Jenna stood back and watched, amused, as Caroline triumphantly entered first and hugged her friend. Damon scowled; Stefan remained patient.

Elena buried her head into Caroline’s shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“And you. We were all so worried…”

Elena stepped back, regarding Caroline with a concerned expression. “Is your mom okay? I can ask the Martins to protect your house too. Then Klaus won’t be able to get in and hurt you, or any other vampire.”

Caroline smiled, but before she could respond, Damon let out an impatient and none-too-subtle cough. Elena turned to the Salvatores, who were still trapped outside. Jenna shared a look with Caroline. Personally, she was rather enjoying the sight of them stuck out there, powerless for once.

Damon raised a hand. “Well?”

“If I let you in,” Elena began.

“Oh, please,” said Damon. “Are you going to force some kind of lame-ass promise out of us?”

“Elijah had the Martins seal this house so that my family would be safe,” Elena said quietly. “They haven’t always been safe with you around.”

Jenna frowned. What was she talking about? Damon looked... guilty. She didn’t think she’d ever seen that expression on his face before.

She glanced between them. “Am I missing something here?” But she might as well not have spoken; the pair of them only had eyes for each other.

Damon’s tone was serious. “I won’t hurt you, Elena. You, or anyone else you care about.”

Elena sighed. “I just don’t want either of you two messing this plan up, okay? We’re doing it my way.”

The brothers shared a look. Stefan cleared his throat. “Elena, there are some things we have to tell you. But I think it’s best to do it inside.”

Caroline tugged at Elena’s arm. “He’s right, Elena. Can you just let them in?”

Finally, Elena nodded. “Come in. Both of you.”

Jenna held the door open as both Salvatores immediately stepped over the threshold. Well, now their house was vampire central again. At least she hadn’t accidentally invited the wrong person in this time.

Stefan took Elena’s hand as Caroline waved them over into the living room. Damon strode after them, but Jenna stopped him with a hand on his arm. She paused as he turned to her and narrowed her eyes at him.

“So what was that about?”

“Nothing.”

She laughed. “Damon, in the last couple of weeks, I’ve found out that vampires exist, that Elena has a vampire doppelgänger and a vampire birth mother, and I killed an Original who wouldn’t stay dead. Not to mention all this crap with the curse and the full moon. I know when it’s not nothing. Elena’s wary with you – why?”

He sighed. “I may have... tried to turn Jeremy into a vampire.”

“What?”

“It was months ago! And he wanted it – he drank Anna’s blood, he even tried to commit suicide. I was just helping him along.” He held up his hands as she punched him in the shoulder. “Hey! I promise I have no intention of doing anything like that again. Jeremy got over his vampire-wannabe phase. And luckily for him, he has a magical ring that protects him from supernatural death, so. No harm done.”

“When this is all over,” Jenna said, “I am having serious words with you. With both of you.”

“I can’t wait.” He gave her a cold smile, gesturing her over to the living room. “After you. Can’t miss this conversation.”

*

“No,” Elena whispered. “No, this can’t be... no...”

The words died in her mouth like rotting leaves. She felt as though she had just been sentenced to an execution – except that she wasn’t the one who was going to die, half of her friends were.

Caroline bit her lip. “Don’t give up. It’s a spell, that’s all – and spells can be broken, right? Come on, we’ve got at least six witches on our side, surely one of them should be able to do something.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” said Damon. “You haven’t got a pretty death sentence on your finger.”

“She’s right,” said Stefan. “We go to Bonnie or any of the other witches – we don’t have to give up on the plan.”

He squeezed Elena’s hand, and she nodded, though she couldn’t look at him. Of course that was their only hope. They were betting on the witches’ magic... putting so much pressure on Bonnie to save them all.

She took a deep breath. “And if they can’t do anything?”

Stefan’s gaze was steady. “I’m prepared to die for you, Elena.”

That was the last thing she wanted to hear. She snatched her hand away and stood up, folding her arms as she turned away from him. “Well, I’m not prepared to let you do that. Don’t ever say that again.”

“There is another way,” said Damon.

She looked at him, half-hopeful, half-suspicious. Once again his eyes were serious.

“If we have to let Klaus get away with this,” he said, and he looked like he hated the thought, but he went on, “if we have to let the sacrifice happen, then you don’t have to die. If you took vampire blood–”

She shook her head. “No.”

Caroline looked up, and tried to protest: “But, Elena, that would–”

“No!” she snapped.

She couldn’t stand it. She was overwhelmed, once again, by a feeling of powerlessness. Loss of control. Her life in everyone else’s hands. Her friends’ lives in others’ hands. And she was grasping at straws; she had fought, manipulated, and negotiated her way through every terrible ordeal any vampire had ever thrown at her, and still, still, she could not prevent her loved ones being killed.

Why couldn’t she ever win, just once? Why did she always have to lose?

“Elena–”

Stefan stood up and reached out for her, but Elena shook her head blindly and rushed out, past Jenna who had been listening in shocked silence, and then past Jeremy who had just come downstairs. He called after her, but she didn’t hear; she stumbled into her bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her.

There she sank down to the floor, and tried to breathe.

No tears would come. She seemed to have skipped that step and gone straight to despair. The cold hard facts were these: they had one day left to de-spell the rings. One day to find the seventh witch. One day to assemble them all in time to kill Klaus before the sacrifice.

One day to live.

She fumbled with her phone, her fingers slipping on the keys, though she didn’t really have a clear idea in her head of who she was going to call – Bonnie? Elijah? But before she could do anything, there was a soft knock at the door, and then she heard someone come in.

She looked up. “Stefan.”

He knelt down beside her. “Elena...”

She said nothing. His hand on her shoulder felt cold, not comforting. His presence was a reminder of everything she had to lose.

“I had a word with Damon,” he said. “He’s not going to turn you. I know that you don’t want that.”

“Then you know that we don’t have a future together,” she said, and he sighed, looking down. “No, Stefan – I don’t know if I have a future at all. But look at what’s happened to you, all because you’re involved with me.” Her voice trembled, and a memory struck her, a horrible memory: Klaus’s soft voice, the way he had described her predecessor. “I’m poison, Stefan. I’m Tatia, I’m Katherine, I’m–”

“No,” he said. “You are not Katherine, Elena – you’re nothing like her.”

“I’m the doppelgänger,” she said, “and you’re all falling over yourselves to protect me – as if my life is more important than anyone else’s, as if all the people who have died in Mystic Falls since this started aren’t just as important to someone else. You already died for Katherine. I’m not worth dying for too. I didn’t want to play with both of your feelings like she did; I didn’t want to get in the middle. I didn’t want to get involved with the Originals, with Elijah, but–”

He frowned. “Elena... What are you saying?”

She shrugged helplessly. “I’m saying... I think I feel something for him.”

That he clearly hadn’t expected. He stared at her, shocked. Elena didn’t know where all that had come from either, how it had ended with a confession like that. Feelings she’d barely even known that she had, feelings that she had never wanted to express...

She looked at him, tears forming in her eyes.

Stefan asked one question: “Why?”

She shook her head. “What does it matter?”

“What do you mean – of course it matters. It matters to me.” He leaned forward, shifting his hand to her arm, and his voice was urgent. “Elena, I love you. I’ve never loved anyone so much–”

Both of the Salvatore brothers had confessed that to her, even if she only remembered one of them doing so. She could only feel an awful sadness. She was going to cripple them, cripple both of them, because she was only seventeen years old and whether or not she lived past tomorrow, she didn’t know if she could be with them forever.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “But you’re better off without me.”

He stood up, regarding her silently for a moment. “I’m not giving up.”

She didn’t have the energy to reply. He retreated; Elena stayed where she was. A few minutes later Caroline came upstairs, hugged her, and proceeded to braid her hair like she used to when they were kids until Elena felt a little better. She promised that Bonnie was working on the rings. They had six witches. One of them had to know something, right?

Elena nodded silently. She would face the sacrifice tomorrow.

next

Date: 2012-02-15 02:31 am (UTC)
ever_neutral: (tvd ~ all shall love her and despair)
From: [personal profile] ever_neutral
She had invited him upstairs because she wanted to talk to him alone. Jenna had given her a very funny look about that.

LAWL

It only took 27 chapters. ;)

Damon stared at the door frame as though it had personally insulted him.

LMAO! How Damon.

Damon looked... guilty. She didn't think she'd ever seen that expression on his face before. // She glanced between them. "Am I missing something here?" But she might as well not have spoken; the pair of them only had eyes for each other.

FUCK. YOU. YOU CANT JUST WRITE THINGS LIKE THAT, OKAY.

I LOVE THE TALK ABOUT GIVING ELENA VAMP BLOOD. And that Caroline's there for it. :D

Also LOVE the way you're showing Stefan and Elena growing apart. Feels totally organic.

Date: 2012-02-15 02:05 am (UTC)
silverusagi: (Default)
From: [personal profile] silverusagi
I forgot it was Tuesday, so I was surprised (and pleased!) to see this show up on my flist, lol.

Of course Klaus has a backup plan... Well, it's not like the rings were going to be anything GOOD, lol.

Damon stared at the door frame as though it had personally insulted him.

I can see him doing this. Also, lol to Elena letting in Caroline first, and to Jenna giving Damon a talking to.

Date: 2012-02-15 05:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheatear.livejournal.com
Haha. XD

I like to prioritise the female friendships where I can... I don't feel like the show does it enough.

Date: 2012-02-15 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolfgirl1618.livejournal.com
GOD. I burned through the previous chapters of this story in about two days, and they just keep getting better and better. The tension between Elijah and Elena is absolutely ELECTRIC, and yet so subtle. You write their dynamic so beautifully. I think I would like you to write for the show now, please. You would totally make E/E happen. : )

Date: 2012-02-15 05:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheatear.livejournal.com
:D Thank you! Sadly the most I can do is make E/E happen in fic.

Date: 2012-02-16 10:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] myroadtonowhere.livejournal.com
YAY!! Update!!
Elena acknowlodgeing her feelings for Elijah is the best thing ever, I swear. I am going to die happy when-- okay, IF it happens on the show lol

Totally loved the spell with the rings! So crafty :) Also, it was kind of expected - obviously, he wasn't going to go down without a fight. But it was super cool with the rings!

So, the sacrifice is coming.. Can't wait for more!

Greatest fic ever :)

Date: 2012-02-16 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheatear.livejournal.com
Thank you! :D And it's never going to happen on the show, haha. I will just enjoy exploring all the possibilities.

Date: 2012-02-19 09:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gidget-84.livejournal.com
Wow, this is amazing. It's the first long fic I've ever read with Elijah/Elena..I wish there were more out there :)

All the characters are totally IN character, even Bonnie and Damon's somewhat friendship is believable. Honestly, I could say you have improved upon what the characters in the show should be. It's consistent and just too lovely for words.

And I love all of the explanations for Leva, and how her and Klaus are related. The way you laid it all out, it's so much simplier, than the confusing way in which the show has tried to explain the Originals past and the Original doppleganger. Seriously, some stuff in the show..I'm like, wait..what happened again? lol like the whole sun/moon fake curse thing, etc

But anyway, just wanted to say, LOVE it, and can't wait to see what happens next!

Date: 2012-02-19 05:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheatear.livejournal.com
Thank you! ♥

I went with the fake curse, but since I planned out this story before Season 3, I didn't have much to go on in terms of Original back story. Hence making it up.

Glad you're enjoying it! :D

Date: 2012-02-27 03:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xphoenixrising.livejournal.com
I just burned through this in the past three days and may I just say MY HEART! THE THINGS YOU'RE DOING TO IT! Simply AMAZING and I can't wait to see how it ends.

My stelena heart is aching at my 'betrayal' but gaaaah.

Date: 2012-02-27 08:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wheatear.livejournal.com
Ah, thank you! ♥

I know several Stefan/Elena fans who ship Elijah/Elena! You know it makes sense. :D

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