The Vampire Diaries: The New blossom

Chapter 34: Our future

     Seven months later (flash forward)
I'm finally showing. Seven months in, by next month it'll be my birthday and only a month later I'll deliver and be a mother. Here I stand now on the wooden bridge stretching out to the lake out back by our lake house. The waters waves flow in a perfect pattern, the sunlight sends sparkles off the tip of each curve. I'm not alone. Elijah waits behind me, his hand is on my shoulder, next to me his other hand reaches into my palm; our fingers are laced together.

   A majestical dream.
*****
"Whoa, don't push yourself." Marcel said taking the heavy bag from me.
   "Thank you." I know that I'm expecting, but it doesn't mean that I need to be cared for 24/7.

   Outside the sun is shining, but I do feel the cold, my skin shivers and a chill festers; this is no ordinary cold, I know what this means. A storm is coming; and not the real thing. Lighter luggage and the car is finally packed. I'm moving into my family's lake house; just me and Elijah. Speak of the devil, here he is now. Stefan accompanies him as the two of them stop by the car, Stefan hands a paper note to me.

   "It's Meredith's address and contact details. I figured if you're gonna go through with this then you'd need a doctor." Stefan's look when he stops suggests that he feels indignant, maybe unsatisfied.
  It's his shoulder in my hand, I lean in and hold him close to me in a tight embrace. At the same time he holds onto me in return.
  "Thank you, Stefan." I say breathing into his cotton jumper.
  "You're welcome." he replies.
  *****
   Looking high above, Damon observes from one of the many windows of the boarding house. He's still hurt, but I know that in time he'll let go of everything blocking out the truth. I only hope that he can love again. But who could he ever love, evermore than me?

   Suddenly, Bonnie waits beside him, the two now look at me from outside of the window.

   *****
   He's just being.....well Damon, really, yeah, I don't even know what else to call it. Guess that comes  from when you spend a lot of time around him like I do; like I do now to be true to my word. Looking at him right now, I can tell he's obsessed with getting Elena back, but I also know that part of him wants to move on. I can't speak for Elena, but I know that a part of her cares for Damon still. Me? I don't know; I've always hated him and now I consider him my friend. Before he died with Stefan, I remember something that I said to him, but he can't remember, if I could tell him now, maybe it would mean something, but I won't. He maybe doesn't think that way at all.
"It's her choice, Damon. Just try to respect it." I say placing my hand onto his shoulder.
Damon takes my hand in his and moves it off gently, before letting go, he keeps a hold of my hand, our fingers almost intertwined. He exhales lightly and turns his back to me. This is not the Damon that we all know - that Damon would have salivated over some humorous joke or an annoying, snide comment, but this Damon here is different.
"I can't change who I am, but I suppose I can change how I feel. And right now, everything I feel is about her, I can't forget about her. I'm sorry, Bonnie."
He leaves me alone.
*****
3 Months Ago.
Fell's Church
*cough*
"Damon?"
"B... Bonnie."

"Nnnnnoooooo!"

*****
'It's just going to be the three of us now.'
Still nothing. No movement, no kicks, no gasping from me, yet. Bringing a new life into this world at first glance,Mir doesn't seem like much, but in a month or so, it'll be completely clear to, everyone. Right now, it sort of feels like a blessing, I only wish I knew why this was happening to me. Anja didn't stay long enough to tell me, but she did say that this was something I had to see for myself. That's when I realised what her sin was; she wasn't there for her daughters. It's going to be different for me, I'll be there for my son or daughter and I don't have to face it all alone. Last night, what I dreamt must mean something; a monster from two-thousand years ago- during Anja's time, why else would I see it if it didn't mean something now? And that man in the dream, who was he? Someone that Anja knew or loved, I supposed, but I didn't just get to see what Anja; I was Anja. The magic that she passed onto me is something that no other witch knows or could understand. It's as though these abilities control me, and a witch should control her magic and use it wisely. Anja did what she could, but blames herself for what she helped create, what if why I never obtained this magic before was because Anja saw me as one who could help purify the malfeasance's that were made in dishonor of who she was and what she wanted? I spent so little time with her, that I couldn't ask for her guidance - instead I let her keep me on the path I'm walking now; to move forward and figure out where my path will take me. It could last forever, like a maze that has many enclosures blocking me out and leaving me a series of riddles to solve. Anja is no longer a ghost that was lain to the purgatory that acts as another plain of existence between this world and the afterlife; only an afterlife for supernatural beings, though, where they are forced into existence temporarily, before given the opportunity to be resurrected and live again. If the other side ever vanished what would happen to all of them, I wonder.
   I remember when I asked Anja to bring Stefan and Damon back, it was because I wanted them both here in the hope that they would understand what I've chosen and maybe respect it. Stefan has, but he's still hurt regarding the baby, and Damon's just....well Damon, but when the times right, I'll tell him and see how he takes it. Bringing the two of them back was also part of my plan to reconnect them and help them past the burden of fighting over their conflicting affections they share for me. The sacred bond of family can't be severed easily; something Elijah told me.
   I didn't just choose to accept all the parts of me that love him because of the baby or that I'd lost Stefan and Damon - I saw him once before they died.
  *****
One month before they died
     The sky was bedazzled with stars and drowned in a white- silvery light by the majestic moon that poured out its light. Sometimes I always thought what it was that the sun and moon meant when one would set and the other would rise; now that my life was engulfed by a world of supernatural creatures, I knew now that the sun brought pain and death to vampire and the main gave life to the birth of a werewolf. How did these two round-shaped objects become the failsafes for two of the most infamous supernatural beings? Stefan and Damon had lived in fear of the sun for more than a century, that I couldn't wrap my head around how they never wanted to remove the rings that shielded them from the flares of the embers that shined from the sun. Perhaps they thought enduring the everlasting suffering of being vampires was something that mere suicide would only mean taking the easy way out; instead maybe all they wanted was for death to take them rather than force it on themselves.
   My presence had been requested in the mansion where I was once kidnapped and taken to by Rose and Trevor; where I first met Elijah Mikaelson. The identity of whoever had requested to see me was unknown, not that that scared me. Memories that came back to my mind like a swarm of bees gushing towards whatever animal was threatening its beehive.
The girl I once was- when I was kidnapped and taken away here- had changed (not really) since the last time she set foot in here. Human again, maybe this girl had been given a second chance to live her life again. What sort of life was that? Though I was still beloved by my friends and family; the people I loved and would do anything for more than anyone, I'd never been more alone than how I felt now. Even with Stefan and Damon cut off from me- for the best, it made no difference that I was just a missing piece from a puzzle that was left unfinished. Finally coming to a stop outside the large, abandoned mansion, nobody was there to greet me- unless they were already inside. Grey clouds had gathered, compelling me to take refuge inside the musty abode, hopefully it was still waterproof. It was. Unfortunately the dust and cobwebs had not been swept up or dusted down with a feather duster. Not that it bothered me; the last time I was brought here, it felt good that I had wide enough space to stretch my legs. My correspondent still had failed to reveal his/her presence- it was starting to become a needle in a haystack for me. Searching room after room, claiming the stairs, dusting the furniture etc.
     A suited figure finally brings me to a stop. The distance between us both is great due to the square size and metres of the house, but I can see him standing there perfectly still as though he's expecting me.
  "Don't hide in the shadows or hide in the hallways. You have nothing to be afraid of." his voice is so clear and calm.
    I don't have anything to fear; he's no stranger to me.
  "Hello Elena." he turns around as the light from inside sheds all darkness surrounding him.
"It's you. Elijah." I say entering the room.
   The perfect place for meeting- the room where we met for the very first time. He's been waiting for me, but why? If I remember right, he and his family left for New Orleans quite some time ago. Yet, here he is now, Nobel as ever, a respectable gentlemen in a suit and waiting for me to reach the bottom of the steps that lie between him and I.
  "What are you doing here?" I ask with a hint of shame in my eyes.
  "You've changed since we last met."
  "You haven't. Still the same young, immortal you."
"I assume you found your way back to yourself as I hoped you would, wait no, you're human again. So, Stefan and Damon helped you with the cure, did they?"
  "No. I got my humanity back, and why I'm human... Well it's a long story."
"One which you'll have enough time to tell when our paths cross again." he says before turning around to admire the fragrance of leather bindings and drowned out flowers.
  "How're Klaus and Rebekah?" I ask thinking about the harsh blow that's about to be delivered to me.
  "As good as can be expected. They're still devastated about our brothers if that's what you're asking....
  I start to feel a lump build in my stomach.
....you can rejoice, I don't hold a grudge against the role you played in the deaths of Finn and Kol. You know if I did, you would have been dead by my hand long before now. However, I don't allow anyone who's harmed me or my family at all to live, but you....." he pauses.
    "What? Because I've lost just as much as you and your family, because Klaus and Rebekah took what I loved just as I did them? Because you pity me like a broken, scared little girl." he says nothing, but listen it's a shamed expression.
 
"Well, I may be human again, but I'm not going back to that weak girl who cried at the deaths of all those she lost and who couldn't live with being a vampire. Perhaps the person you become as a vampire and when you turn it off doesn't really go away. No, that part of you stays inside, scratching at the surface, waiting for you to open the door and let the caged monster erupt all of its fury. You and I have both known the bond of family, we've both known grief, we've both suffered a lot, more unbearably at the hands of those we love the most, and we still find it inside of us to forgive them. After everything that I've done to you, you still forgive me, and I still choose to trust you and let you in, because we have an understanding."
  "An understanding?" he seems puzzled by the notion.
  "I said that same thing to Damon once, look where that got me, that's why I refused to let him in, I thought I could understand him, but no, at least not in the way he wanted."
  I brush away my hair to the side and breathe to calm my nerves.
  "You'll have to decide for yourself where your loyalties lie, and with who. That's why I'm here, Elena, to ask you if you'll trust me?"
  "Trust you?"

   *****
   I still remember it, everything Elijah told me that day. He gets into the drivers seat next to me.
  "Right. Well, that's everything, I don't think we'll be needing much more, just...
     My hand rests on top of his. His attention centres on me that he stops worrying.
   "Let's go." I tell him.
  One turn of the key, the ignition inside the engine starts and we drive away from the Salvatore boarding house. The two of us set off down the road in the direction towards my family's lake house. It'll be nice to see it again after some time.
  Across the road I see a girl in a dark hood, wearing sunglasses; she looks terrifyingly familiar, but whoever she is, I can't allow her to distract me now. Whatever this is that I'm seeing, it's only getting more and more out of hand, if I remember last night I thought I was hearing things from a voice that called to me inside a dream.
   What could this all mean?

AN:
  I hope that you enjoy this chapter, yes I'm writing my stories again, but I'm on holiday just at the moment, I will do my best to update this more as I've got many ideas for where this story will go.