Elena left with Elijah, leaving Stefan and Damon behind. Now pregnant with Elijah's child (though possibly Stefan or Damon's too) Elena has a lot of life changes coming her way and a lot of choices ahead of her at the same time.
What is there in sto...
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Caroline's House (one week later)
To think that I was living in a fantasy - one where I would travel the world with the one man in my life who I believed loved me. More than anyone other guy did, in fact. When I was with Tyler, I thought that maybe this was my happiness; he was transitioning from your typical, average, quarterback into his true beast - a werewolf, while I at the same time was trying to be his mentor, like how Stefan helped me control myself. Both of us being there for each other in the moment we both changed forever helped me realise how much I'd changed into the person that I am now and how I fit in with being who I am. Becoming a vampire was the best thing that ever happened to me - yes, the bloodlust, my mother finding out and being forced into hiding because others will fear me for what I am, rather than who I am. Life's a whole lot more complicated than how I used to know it now. I reminisce the days when it was me and my friends; slumber parties, make-up, hair braids, school and the three of us just living the lives of every teenage girls who faced a small world we never could know any less. It's not like I wanna go back to those days. I'm perfectly happy with the way all of our lives are now, and we're all still together - despite losing so many friends and family along the way. Only now, we've all grown apart with our love lives. My ex-love hurt me now, and here I am in my own house, unpacking my clothes - my moms away on some sort of vacation, her friends invited her and I was left behind to keep the old place standing. Following that, my heart was won and I ran off happily with him; Klaus Mikaelson. In some light, he was the kind of guy who got under my skin and just used me, like many countless other women, I'm sure.
My bedroom hasn't changed a bit. I still remember it like the back of my own back yard. Cheerleading trophy and medals, little miss Pageant bow, photographs of myself, Elena and Bonnie growing up. The last thing I remove from my suitcase is a picture Klaus and I took when we were in Phoenix, together. Not really worth much now. I'll keep it anyway. Might be of some sentimental value. Memorabilia. I don't knwo why, but I just hope he hasn't forgotten everything.
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Talk about interruptions. A knock at my door distracts me, I leave the picture out on my bed. I assume that it must be my friends, loves taken a turn for the worse and they've come here so we can have a girls night in. I'm wrong.
Speak of the devil, Klaus Mikaelson is standing outside my door, on my porch. I don't see why he's just standing there, he's been invited in. What I'd love right now is for him to come waltzing through that door and pour his heart out to me like some guy who needs his girl because she broke his heart. All I'm feeling right now is my heart racing at a speed that should be sending me into a panic attack. Opening this door right now is tempting, but I have my will telling me that letting him in now is wrong. When at the same time, the truth and answers is far too important to be wasted, and this may be our last chance.
