Only a Year

What's Eating Elena Gilbert?

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient! Don't think I don't notice all of you, because I love everyone who leaves comments on my story! Also I will eventually touch back on what happened to Elena in hell, some comments have mentioned that and it's all apart of the writing process just be patient and let the story unfold. For those of you here, enjoy!
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-xoAmanda

July 20, 2008

Dear Diary,

I used to think that the worse feeling in the world was losing someone you love, but I was wrong. The worst feeling is the moment that you realize that you've lost yourself. Which means for the rest of eternity I'm going to have a hole in my heart where he's supposed to be. I can't live with that.

"Elena."

The calling of my name breaks my concentration and I raise my eyes to meet Sam's. "Hmm?" I murmur in response.

"I think I found us a case. Multiple vic's found drained of blood in Muncie, Indiana." He explains as he hands over the case file.

The wallowing to my diary will have to wait. Shoving the capped end of the pen I was writing with into my mouth I grab the file from his hands and flip through it quickly.

"Vampires," Slapping the file shut I toss it back to him then swiftly swipe the pen from my lips. "Let's go then. I don't want to waste time and let more people die because of it."

He nods, turning on his heels and swiftly moves out the door. He knows I'm different but doesn't mention it to me, not after the first time. Once his footsteps have completely left my earshot my pen finds its way back to its place on the diary's pages once more.

Sam tries, he really does, but it's not the same – not anymore. I'm not his brother, and he's not Dean. I've only been back a week but it feels like an eternity.

I can't live an eternity without my soul mate.

______

July 21, 2008

Muncie, Indiana

"Sam, behind you!"

Hearing me just in time, he swings his blade, slicing the vampires head clean off.

Three more.

My blade dances in my hand and I recall the feeling; it reminds me of hell. Well not exactly like hell, but hunting's a close second. The feeling wasn't necessarily bad, but I don't enjoy the emptiness it instilled in me; it makes me miss Dean. I have to push those thoughts back, repress them for now, they only distract me; and when I am fighting blood thirsty vamps, it only takes a second or two to lose my footing. Speaking of which, a vamp sweeps its leg through my stance and I quite literally lose my footing. I land flat on my back and have to struggle to catch my breath. I refocus my eyes and see the blood sucker stand over me; his breaths screamed of hunger.

"Is... Is that all you've got, big guy..." I manage to push out.

The vampire gives a slight cackle and lunges toward me.

More appropriately, he attempts to lunge toward me. Probably would've actually been successful, but my new reflexes are too quick. I brandish my Colt .45, and plant two solid rounds into the vamps chest. It causes the vampire to stumble off of me. I push my hands on the ground above my head, and push myself to my feet. Before the vampire even had a chance to rebuttal the shots in its chest, I swiftly slice its head off at the shoulders.