'Eternally Yours' A Stefan Salvatore Love Story (TVD FanFiction)

So Many Questions.....

Elise P.O.V

I knew coming all the way out to Mystic Falls was taking a huge risk but New Orleans didn't feel like home no more. Not after everything I learnt about Marcel being the monster that killed my father. I missed out on years with him all because that Marcel didn't like the fact he wasn't abiding by his rules. I've seen with my own eyes what Marcel like with being by his side for 72 years so even though I wanted to not believe Klaus. Deep in my heart I knew it was the truth and there was nothing that could change what happened. If I'm to speak honestly I don't know why I came here as I knew that after 72 years Stefan had clearly moved on. But the short time we spent together I didn't just see him as my lover but as my family. Why didn't I look for him sooner? The reason for that was my bloodlust for starts and also the fact I felt I owed Marcel for saving me. God I was so stupid. Every part of me wanted to turn to my bloodlust to just turn in to Elise that Marcel and my so called friend in New Orleans feared. I had to stop myself as I'm not that person I'm not a monster I chose not to be a monster for me and no one else. I need to accept that I needed to start a new life free from my old but before I could erase the life of Elise De Duché I had to see him again. Him meaning Stefan. Maybe it was the wrong thing to do but something just wouldn't allow me to walk away not knowing he's alive and well.

Turning up at this huge mansion that the brothers lived I didn't know what to expect but I didn't hesitate to ring the doorbell.  When it opened and Damon stood there looking like he saw a ghost I didn't know what to say to him. The whole journey here I played it all out in my mind but when you come face to face with the situation it's different. I didn't know if Damon was happy or pissed to see me but after the awkward silence he asked me to come in. As I walked into their home I was totally surprised as it wasn't what I expected from either brothers. Then again what did I know about them? The whole time I knew Stefan I didn't even know he was a vampire for a start. I only met Damon once but at least he spoke the truth even though it was to ruining his brother happiness. Of course the first question Damon asked me how I was even alive. I gave him the real brief version of how it happened and what I had been doing over the last 72 years. When I spoke of Klaus and what he brought to light for me that when Damon showed his slightly evil side. From the comments about Klaus they certainly weren't friends. He called him a few choice names which I called him myself when he first strolled into New Orleans. I couldn't hate Klaus not after revealing the truth to me even if was for his own gain or to see me hurt. I don't know how his mind works but in the end I held more respect for him than I had for Marcel. At least Klaus didn't hid the fact he was a villain whereas Marcel plays the part of being everyone's best friend.

"Okay let's get this straight. The night Charlotte attacked you and I gave you my blood you died that same night with my blood in your system" Damon couldn't really wrap this all in his mind and who could blame him he thought he would never see me again. That one night was crazy but I still recall how kind he was with me. How he made sure I was okay which was something he didn't need to do and it showed that he did have a caring side for his brother. As Damon could have left me dead in the streets but he didn't.

"Yeah that pretty much it" I didn't want to go into detail about my death as talking about that attack would send me off the edge. Already Damon thinks I'm crazy turning up at his place I don't want him to see how much it affected me.

"You are missing the part of how you died" He stood there looking at me with his brow arched. Why was that such an important thing for him to know? I died and I came back as a vampire what did it matter about how I died.

"Does that really matter? I died. I woke up with craving for blood" I still remember that day like it was yesterday waking up in some unknown place not knowing what was going on. How frighten I felt but also how much I wanted to be dead after what happened to me. I was dead just a walking and breathing corps that craved human blood and couldn't control it.