Similar ~Elijah Mikaelson~ {Sequel to Different}

3~Death To An Angel

~Libby~

I groggily woke up. How long had I been out? Hours, days, a week? Surely it hadn't been that long.

My grey clouded blue eyes looked around the room. I was in the cellar at the Salvatore boarding house. How had I gotten here?!

I growled as I got up and grabbed the bars. "Damon! Stefan! Let me out!"

"Libby..." Someone breathed. I looked up to see Stefan's emerald green eyes staring at me. They were glittered with sorrow.

"Let me out!" I hissed. "I don't belong in here!"

"You're a Ripper. This is the only way to keep you from hurting people." Stefan told me.

"Is it?" I questioned, glaring. I wanted my freedom more than anything.

Then, I realized that I was showing emotion. I made my face as relaxed as possible and dropped my hands to my side. So what did it matter if I was locked in here? I could get Stefan to let me out.

"Stefan, let me out, please. I'm starving." I said in a slightly exasperated tone. Shit, that was another emotion!

Stefan sighed and tossed me a bottle of blood. I didn't want it, but I needed my strength if I was to escape. I ripped the cap off of the bottle and drank it down hungrily.

"Libby, please... Come back to us." Stefan pleaded.

I dropped the now crumpled water bottle to the floor. An idea popped into my head. I knew exactly what I was going to do.

"You except me to come back here to someone who compelled me to forget an amazing night? To the place where friends and foes alike will only stab me in the back? The place where you pretended to love me because you were rebounding over Elena?"

I hit home hatd. Stefan's face grew pained. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose.

Then, he was gone. In a flash, Stefan had left. I smirked to myself, happy with my rudeness.

~

Several hours later, I gained another visitor. Beautiful, angelic Elena stood in front of me, just out of reach. If I could reach her, I'd probably rip her heart right out of her chest.

"Libby, please, why won't you come back to us?" Elena pleaded, dark brown eyes soft with worry and love. She was like a mother with her child. Afterall, as a human, Elena had cared for me when no one else would.

"I don't want to come back to a life where I am best friends with Robert E. Lee's Ice Queen." I snarled. I had hit yet another mark.

Elena ripped open the door, pinning me to the wall. She reached her hand in grabbing my heart. I gasped, choking on my own blood.

"I gave you shelter. I fed you. I protected you. I blew my friends off for you. You mean a lot to me and you have the audacity to say that to me?" She growled. Her fangs were elongated.

"Go ahead and kill me." I snarled. "You know you want to."

Elena's eyes turned normal and her fangs retracted. She pulled her hand out of my chest, my blood all over her fingers.

I flipped us so she was pinned. I reached inside her chest cavity and gripped her heart. I heard Damon and Stefan's footsteps. I smirked as I knew exactly what I was going to do.

I pulled my hand back with a hard yank. A wet splattering sound sounded twice. The first time was when I ripped out her heart, the second time was when her limp body hit the floor.

"ELENA!" Damon and Stefan screamed simultaneously. I tool their moment of distraction to take off running. I kept going and going until I was out of Virginia and into North Carolina.

I took in the summer sun, feeling vicious. I had killed one of my best friends, again.

Wait. I killed Elena Gilbert. I killed someone who treated me like a sister, someone who loved me. I killed someone I loved.

I felt the air leave my lungs. I suddenly turned and hurled. As a newbie Vampire, I guess that stuff still bothered me.

I began to sob. I killed Kayla. I killed dozens of innocent people. I killed Elena.

My emotions flicked back on. Then, I shut them off as quickly as they came back. I refused to become a mewling brat like every other emotional human. I had that enough as a human myself.

I kept going on my killing sprees, being more reckless with each one. I didn't care. I was a killer, it's what I did. I loved it.

~Elijah~

I hated seeing Elena's limp body like that. She was dead and it broke my heart. She was such a good person.

"I'm going to torture her." Damon growled, punching the wall, shattering a huge part of it.

"No, you aren't." Niklaus said angrily. "She is ours to deal with."

"I'm truly sorry that Elena is dead at Libby's hands, but she is the love of my life. I will not allow you to harm one blue hair on her head." I snarled. My fangs protruded, razor sharp.

"Then I'll go for her doppelganger." Damon hissed. He went for Holly, but Klaus intercepted. He grabbed Damon and snapped his neck, letting his body drop to the floor.

"Let's go." He said, grabbing Holly roughly by her arm and heading out. Rebekah and I followed him after giving apologetic glances Stefan's way.

I stepped out into the Virginia sun, letting it's rays soak into my pale, cold skin. Libby, wherever you are, I will find you and bring you back to us. I will help you cope with this, I will make it all better. I swear, just let me help you.

Since Nina Dobrev is leaving TVD after this season, I wanted to end her off here. I feel bad for the way I did it, but just know, I love Elena dearly and am deeply saddened that she is leaving, as well as Michael Trevino. The seventh and final season will be nothing without Nina as Elena.