Elena & Stiles «TVD & Teen Wolf» Stilena

Chapter Ten

After Elena demanded to see her parents grave, none of the men were surprised. However, they were hesitant. They wanted to know Elena could control her hunger, especially in a public area where she can easily run into the woods and never be seen again.

But none of the less she agreed to let them take vervain, a suggestion from Deaton, in case she needs to be...held back.

So Scott took her to his house and let her shower and borrow some of his moms clothes, since Lydia was out on constant dates and Allison was probably still in France, Scott hadn't talked to her all summer so he has no idea what she has been up to.

•Elena•

It felt good to wash off everything I felt had been there from the crash. Even though I know the nurses had bathed me I still felt everything from that night.

The adrenaline and panic.
The water rising at my feet, then knees, then over my head as I gasped for my last breathe.
I then became calm.
I looked to my parents to see Moma already passed out, and dad giving me a sad smile.
He knew this was it.
I grabbed his hand as his eyes closed.
Sadness became me and the water dissolved my tears.
Then I closed my own eyes in acceptance of death...
Only to open them four years later.
And here I am now, showering in a strangers home, preparing to visit my parents graves. I didn't see their funeral. I didn't see the burial. I didn't see all the people that came. I didn't give them hugs and cry beside my Moma and dad as they apologized for nothing. Or watch as the men carried them away. I didn't get to set a rose on their everlasting beds.
That kills me.

Not literally but, part of me wishes it would. This pain in my heart is almost unbearable.

I got out of the shower and used Scott's mom's hair products, just a hair brush and hair dryer, and put on the undergarments Scott had handed me and then the pants and shirt along with shoes. All of this is his moms...I hope she doesn't mind...

I was wearing skinny jeans, a cream tee shirt, a light brownish reddish sweater, and brown moccasins.

I looked at my pale reflection. I had bags under my eyes and my gums hurt, as well as my stomach.

That meant I was hungry. Scott said that I would have to feed on animals until we could find a way to get blood bags. We agreed that I don't feed directly from a human.

So I'm stuck on the bunny diet for now.

With a sigh I walked down stairs and heard Scott and Stiles talking. But I shouldn't have...? Oh! Supernatural hearing. Almost freaked out there for a second.

"Well what about school? It's next week. How is she gonna have her, vampire, under control by then? How do we know someone won't accidentally get cut in science while we're dissecting a frog, or she won't just go crazy for no reason because the little fact that she's um, a, what's it called again? Oh yeah! A freaking vampire, Scott!" Stiles rambled, I assume flailing his arms in doing so.

"I don't know! Ok Stiles? I have no freaking idea how we are going to make this work. Or if it even can. But we have to try. She deserves a chance." Scott offered me sympathy. His voice was soft and calming, like a brother I never had.

Stiles sighed. He felt the sympathy radiating off of Scott. I could even smell it...or it's just my imagination I'm not sure yet.
"You're right."

I decided this was a good time, if there was one. "I can do this." I told them, making myself known. They looked at me and knew I heard them talking.

Stiles gave me sad eyes, as did Scott. "I can control myself, and if I can't then I'll tell you but, for right now, I need to eat." I told them.

"Ok." Scott nodded. "We can go to the cemetery and let you visit and then we'll let you...hunt." He said a little unsure. I insured him with a small smile and nodded.

•at cemetery•

I sat in the back of the jeep as Scott and Stiles got out and I held my breathe. I felt the tears welling in my eyes, but I didn't want to cry in front of people I barely know. But then again they were helping me...

"Hey, you ok?" I opened my eyes and saw Stiles had got back in and was looking at me in concern. I just gave him a blank look and slowly nodded and sniffled. "Yeah, let's just...do this." He nodded with a sympathy smile and exited the jeep and I followed.

I've been asleep for four years and I feel like the entire time I've been asleep all I received was sympathy, and 4 years is more than enough time to just bathe in the sadness of others.

I walked ahead of Stiles and Scott and eventually found their graves. I knew where the rest of my family was from visitation. I knew where they'd be.

I read the head stone over and over as the night wind blew.

In Memory
Grayson  Miranda Sommers
Gilbert                  Gilbert
May 23, 2010
Loving Parents

I wish I had flowers for them.

I went and sat down in between them and started crying. Not that I wanted to but I felt like I had to. I wasn't awake when I was supposed to.

I felt a warm body sit next to me and put their arm around my shoulder. I knew it was Stiles by his cologne.

After a minute or two...or ten. I sat up and wiped my tears away and sniffled. "I'm sorry." I said lowly, with a scratchy voice.

"It's ok. You're aloud to cry." I just smiled at Stiles and nodded and let a few more tears fall as I glanced one more time at my parents and stood up.

"I'll miss you, Moma and dad."