I wish it could be Christmas Everyday

Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

Damon Salvatore's bedroom -

Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree theme playing

*****

"You sure about this?" Elijah asked her with wide eyes.
  "More sure than I am since Damon accused me of cheating on him when it was him cheating on me," Elena said, plucking the keys to Damon's car from Elijah's hand.

  Elijah pursed his lips and bowed his head with closed, amused eyes with his back turned to Elena. She was certainly not one to steal, but when it came to Damon, she'd all but do everything if it meant tormenting him. If it were up to Elena then everyday of Damon Salvatore's life would be living hell. It amused Elena knowing that Damon would wake to find his car gone. He'd know in an instant that it was Elena, especially given the note she'd left taped to his wardrobe,

"Sorry Damon, I had to borrow, no wait, steal your car. Hope you don't mind, Elena."
     

    It wasn't that she hated him. Elena had only ever cared that Damon would find himself in a different light. A better person was probably a more clear defined way of how she hoped he would soon become. It haunted her like a poltergeist or the spirit that came back to linger over her like a hanging chandelier that illuminated the memory Elena had when she was forced into choosing between saving Damon or Tyler. She remembered:
   

Christmas Eve; one year ago

    '..you must choose.' she told her.
    
     Elena was fueled with a thunderous heartbeat, her muscles tightened and her bones ached and felt as though sand paper had been at them. She could feel them melt into tiny specks of dust from inside and for once her mind couldn't tell her what to do, nor what was right and wrong.
   "Only one," she saw the words as they reflected her inside the mirror of her mind.
    Damon had just been bitten by Tyler - accidentally, and needed help. Klaus was nowhere to be found, but Caroline had been searching high and low; day and night for him with Kol. They couldn't find him. Only Bonnie and her grams, Sheila could help; they'd found a spell that might have been capable of taking away the pain and fatality of the venom. At the same time, Tyler was being harvested for wolfs-bane.
    Klaus was missing which meant that Tyler was the only more prominent werewolf, they'd taken him and used his venom to harvest wolfs-bane. It must've been a plot to kill Klaus. Wolfs-bane was capable in some fantasy stories of preventing a human from turning into a werewolf on a full moon. It turned out that when enhanced with werewolf venom, wolfs-bane could kill a werewolf more than twice the potency of the venom their bite did a vampire. Elena had a judgement call:
  either return to help Damon or save Tyler and put an end to the plan to make his venom even more lethal than it was already. 

   "Here," the strange woman reached out, handing her a key.
      It was puzzling. Elena could feel her hand move, mysteriously - it was as though the will she had to move her body had abandoned her and she wasn't taking this key with a conscience or a steady mind. Regardless, she somehow trusted this woman. A dangerous matter, probably, Elena wasn't complaining.
    The key held a mysterious vial of what seemed to be water, but more ocean blue, glimmering with a tiny white sparkle as bright as a crystal gleams. There was a beauty to it that appealed her.

  "What's this?" she asked, quenched with a bit of thirst.
    She gazed at the vial before it was taken from the key chain, it was so fragile that it could almost fall apart in such thin, delicate hands. Elena grasped hold of it as it fell out of her strange acquaintances hands.
  "Something that will change your life ... forever. Drink it and you will never change."
  
 'Never change?' the words echoed like a faint whisper or sound of a bell inside her ears. What could it possibly mean, and why was it that every time it almost spilled a drop, it never did? At least not when Elena was holding onto it.
   That night, Elena followed her peculiar friend down a staircase that flowed in a spiral circle, her friend kept a firelight torch in her hand, igniting the way through the darkened quarters of the dilapidated walls that were dusty and formed with cobwebs and smelled rank to the foulest scent imaginable.
  Tyler's holding cell was barred up tight. He was chained up to the wall by his arms; dehydrated and  no doubt unfed for days. Elena almost dropped the key down a very thin drain located beneath her feet. She soon realised that the key was to release Tyler. Her friend gave her a gentle nod that said 'release him.'
   With the unstoppable shakes in her feet, Elena used the key to open the cell, inside Tyler croaked for breath, his eyes were the yellow colour of a werewolf, but with red blood flowing like tears down his dirt-ridden cheeks. The chains were remarkably light, but regardless, it hardly mattered, Tyler had already been beaten to the bone more than his body and soul could handle.