“I’m dreaming,” she gasps, wanting to pull away instinctively but knowing not to.
She thinks back, struggling to slot the film reel in the correct order. He’s so finely contained next to her and she’s falling apart seam by seam, with each thread tugged by another who wants something from her. “I brought you here. I pulled you into here.”
warnings for sire bond and consent and death
vicky and i just came up with the most awesome thing that tvd could do and lol will never actually do.
#silas showing up at school or prom as jeremy #and blowing the town wide open with the spn and the lies and coverups #SHOCKED FACES AT JEREMY WALKING AGAIN#elena having to see her brother walking around and acting to her like he’s her brother and taunting her #pressing on that wall of emotions she’s had blocked up#bonnie having to see her lover and touchstone #hahaha i laugh because it would be horrifying and amazing #and yeah no it won’t happen
She stumbles out of the bathroom, uncaring of the girl she’s left behind slumped against the sink trying to figure out why she’s got a stain on her pretty green dress. There’s a smile on her face as she swallows, tasting the blood she’d just taken. Music from the gymnasium pounds through the speakers and through the walls.
Elena freezes in the hallway. She knows that voice, that familiar nickname and mocking loving tone. The hair on the back of her neck rises. She can smell ash and death and smoke even though the school really only smells of blood and sweaty bodies dancing to pop music. She turns around, her heels making one solid click.
The face in front of her is familiar and real, solid unlike the fuzzy photo they’d used for his memorial picture. His hair even falls over his forehead.
Her throat seizes up and her mind freezes.
He raises a hand, ash and smoke and solid, and swipes the corner of her mouth. “You kind of made a mess.” The same way he’d used to tease her about getting mustard on her face at the summer barbecues.
Her mind unfolds, every little box she’d made tumbling down and on top of one another.
The doors of the gym open, students spilling out into the hallway, their mouths dropping open and whispers rising.
‘I still care for you, you know’
That phrase again Everyone
cares for me. They just don’t
know how to love me.
—glass, Ellen Hopkins
The Vampire Diaries
04x18 - American Gothic