Unfolding Dreams (a Vampire Diaries fan-fiction)

The End

Written 2012 by VeGirl

The alarm on my iphone awoke me with its chiming. I groaned and reached for it on the floor next to Damon's bed. When I didn't find it right away; I reached a little further and fell of the bed. I hit my head in something hard and groaned.

Why had I even put the alarm on, anyway?

"What's going on?!" Anna's voice was loud and clear.

"Anna?"

"Emma?"

We turned the light switch and both realised we were back in our hotel room.

What the hell, this could not be happening again!

Anna's phone chimed. It was a reminder that we were due at the airport in two hours.

"What is this? Why are we in our hotel?" Anna's voice was alarmed.

I whined. "It happened again?"

Anna looked confused at me. "I had this amazing dream that we met the Salvatore brothers and everyone, even Klaus." She started to tell me about events I already knew about. Her expression was puzzled, wondering why I wasn't amazed over the dream.

"And Klaus' brother Kol took you and Klaus and I had to come save you. I know!"

"How do you know about my dream?" She looked confused, but then she deduced. "It wasn't a dream?" We just stared at each other, unable to grip what was happening.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my friend's numbers, but neither Damon's, Stefan's or Elena's number was listed in it. My heart just broke, again.

We had to get downstairs to the breakfast room to get something to eat, even if we could hardly get anything down. My stomach was in a knot, but my eyes were all dried out, no tears threatened to fall down my cheek.

Not a single word was shed between us during this horrid breakfast, just confused and despaired looks. We didn't get a word out until we got back in the room again.

"Emma, tell me this wasn't just a dream!"

"Why would I, that's what you told me." I really tried not to sound snarky, but I don't think I succeeded.

I could hear the sadness in my own voice and I saw Anna's eyes fill with tears, which made my own sadness punch a hole in my stomach and I had to bend over and concentrate on my breathing before I could straighten up again. I was thinking about what happened the last time this twisted time-warp fantasy drove me crazy, when all I could do was to crawl into a foetal position on the bed.
This time was worse, this time my heart just stopped.

Feeling all numb, I did my best to pack the suitcase, after a search on the internet like a maniac, to find out that there were no Salvatores living in this little town. No Elena Gilbert, No Caroline Forbes or Tyler Lockwood; there wasn't even a Klaus Mikaelson listed.

This time Damon would not be coming to scoop me up in his arms. This time I had to take the flight home to Sweden. This time it was for real.
I would never see Damon again.

My tears started to fall down my cheeks now but I wiped them away with an angry movement. I had to realize; this time it looked like it was all a dream after all. It looked like I had never met Damon and Alaric in that bar, I had never met Stefan and Elena in the Mystic Grill, and I had never ended up in that idyllic little house by the little lake.

Well, the part about us being able to bring Lexi back from death had seemed to be unreal anyway, hadn't it?

The hotel phone brought me back from my brooding thoughts as the reception called that there was a taxi waiting.