[There's no cure for being a vampire. There's always going to be the craving for blood. Elena feels it every day and every time she indulges she a little bit of herself melt away. Over and over again for over a hundred years.
But when she stands in these woods, she's home. She's safe and warm and if she closes her eyes she can almost pretend to be the girl who used to run through the trees hiding from the Fell ghost. The little rabbit girl who just wanted to be free and to be loved.
In the end she was given claws and wings and they tried to make her fly. She loses herself to madness in cycles, the kind that comes and goes and last a little longer each time. Stefan is gone. She feels the ache of Damon's absence every day and she wonders if him invoking the sire bond took a little piece of her with him.
Still, he isn't there. He let her go. Matt and Bonnie, dead, Caroline, gone.
Jeremy, dead.
There's no one left in Mystic Falls. No one left who knows her real name or who she used to be before they replaced her hands with claws and her teeth with fangs.
She should remember that wolves always come home. They always remember their pack.
She closes her eyes when she hears the patter of feet, waiting to see what happens when it stops. She protects the town from stray vampires, doing what the council can't, but sometimes the one that comes back is friendly. She waits until she hears his voice, and she smiles.]
Tyler.
[She doesn't know if he's heard anything about what she's become, but she's happy to see him nonetheless. Her eyes open and she lunges forward, wrapping her arms around his neck.]
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But when she stands in these woods, she's home. She's safe and warm and if she closes her eyes she can almost pretend to be the girl who used to run through the trees hiding from the Fell ghost. The little rabbit girl who just wanted to be free and to be loved.
In the end she was given claws and wings and they tried to make her fly. She loses herself to madness in cycles, the kind that comes and goes and last a little longer each time. Stefan is gone. She feels the ache of Damon's absence every day and she wonders if him invoking the sire bond took a little piece of her with him.
Still, he isn't there. He let her go. Matt and Bonnie, dead, Caroline, gone.
Jeremy, dead.
There's no one left in Mystic Falls. No one left who knows her real name or who she used to be before they replaced her hands with claws and her teeth with fangs.
She should remember that wolves always come home. They always remember their pack.
She closes her eyes when she hears the patter of feet, waiting to see what happens when it stops. She protects the town from stray vampires, doing what the council can't, but sometimes the one that comes back is friendly. She waits until she hears his voice, and she smiles.]
Tyler.
[She doesn't know if he's heard anything about what she's become, but she's happy to see him nonetheless. Her eyes open and she lunges forward, wrapping her arms around his neck.]