The Vampire Diaries(BxB)

2: Romantic(?) Getaway

Mark, Tony, and I are asleep in Tony's bed, as I'm on the far right side of the bed, and my phone rings, waking us all up, and I turn to the left. "Sleeping." I say. "Go away." Tony says, groaning, and pushes me out of the bed, and I land on top of the covers, groaning, and look up at Tony, and crawl over to the phone, and reach up with my right hand, and grab it, and see it's Stefan, and answer it. "Hello?" I ask. "Sh." Mark says. "Ethan!" Tony exclaims quietly, as I look at them both, and sigh, turning around, and begin crawling to the wall. "How was the Slumber Party?" He asks. "Good." I say, and give a small laugh, and lay against the wall. "Much needed. When can you and I have one?" I ask, smiling. "Mm. That can be arranged." He says. "Ok. Now. Today." I say, and sigh. "Take me far, far, far away." I say. "Even with everything that's going on?" He asks. "Because of everything that's going on. I don't want to talk about the Wedding, or me dying, or anything like that." I say. "And you're sure this has nothing to do with dodging your father who just got into town?" He asks. "Well, I did hug him. But yes, he's one of the reasons." I say. "Well, in that case, where would you like to go?" He asks, and I smile. "My Family's Lakehouse." I say. "Ohh. Maybe some skinny dipping." He says, and I laugh. I'm downstairs with Stefan, all ready to pack. "Are you ready for our Romantic Weekend?" He asks. "Beyond ready. You did pack a swimsuit, right?" I ask. "No, I didn't." He says, smiling. "Neither did I." I say, and kiss his right cheek. "Let's go before John shows up and pretends to be a concerned Father. God, I'm so bipolar about the entire situation." I say, and he rubs my right shoulder, and puts his hand down. "Mm. I'll go put these in the car." He says, walking to the door, as my phone rings, as I'm holding it in my left hand, and he opens the door, and I see a message from Tony, and click on it with my right index finger. "Need to talk. Where are you?" I read to myself, and type. "Headed to Lakehouse w Stefan. U okay?" "Uh, please tell me there's nothing wrong." Stefan says, as I look up at him, and back to the phone, and press send, and see another text. "All good, never mind. Have fun." I read to myself. "Nothing's wrong. Just Tony." I say, typing. "Xoxo." And press send, and look up at him, smiling. "Come on. Let's go." I say, and walk past him, and out the door. We pull up to the Lakehouse, and I look at it, and sigh. "You all right?" He asks, and I nod. "I'm good. I just haven't been back here since before." I say. "Oh, my God." He says, and puts his right arm over my shoulders. "Ethan, listen. Just say the word, all right? We'll go back on that Highway, we'll go anywhere else." He says, and I smile, and shake my head, and look at him. "I've always loved it here. I want it to stay that way, I was just.." I say, and look forward back at the Lakehouse, and sigh, and exhale, and look back at him. "Having a moment." I say, smiling, and he nods. "Ok." He says, and I look back at the Lakehouse, and open the door with my right hand. I open the front door with my right hand, and walk in, looking around, and behind me at Stefan. "You don't have to wait out there. I'm all good." I say, and look at my bag, and open it. "Oh, that's great because I'm, uh.. I'm stuck." He says, as I look at him. "Oh, my God. You can't get in." I say, looking down, and look up at him. "Not gonna be a very Romantic Weekend unless you, uh, invite me inside." He says. "Stefan, I'm so sorry. I can't." I say. "What?" He asks. "My parents left this place to John Gilbert." I say, walking towards him. "He's the only one who can invite you in. I'm sorry, Stefan. I completely forgot." I say. "You're kidding me, right?" He asks, and I smile. "Stefan Salvatore, I, Ethan Gilbert, hereby invite you into this home." I say, laughing, as he smiles. "You are such a liar." He says, running to me, as I laugh, and he picks me up, as I have my arms around his neck. "Hey, hey, hey!" I exclaim, and kiss him, as I have my legs wrapped around his waist, as he's walking forward without breaking the kiss, and sets me on the table, running his hands up and down my sides, and he takes off his shirt, and we make it to the couch, and things get heated. I'm out by the lake, on the dock, with a giant black blanket over me, and I hear footsteps. "Having another moment?" He asks, wrapping his arms around me, and I sigh, and kisses my left cheek. "Jeremy broke his arm diving off this dock when he was six." I say, holding his wrists. "My Dad taught me how to fish right off the edge over there." I say, releasing my right left hand, and point with my index finger, and put my hands back on his wrists. "He also taught me how to swim. So many memories. Do you ever think about us, what our future will be like, our memories. It's would be weird for me to be married to Elijah and live with you." I say. "I think there are long conversations to be had about our future, about the kind of life we could have together." He says. "Now there's a box that we shouldn't open." I say, and sigh. "Oh, we can open it. Whenever you're ready." He says. "I have to die and if I don't come back, so does every one of you guys. But, no. I'd rather just be here.. now." I say. "You know, this is a future memory." He says, and gets closer to my left ear. "It's where your boyfriend whispered to you that he loved you." He says, and gets closer to my ear. "I love you." He whispers, kissing my cheek, as I laugh, and he takes the blanket off, and I look at him, and he takes his shirt off, and then mine. "What are you doing?" I ask, smiling. "This." He says, and pushes me into the lake, as I laugh, and he jumps in, and I playfully smack his chest. "It's freezing!" I exclaim. "Then let's make it not." He says, kissing me, and things get heated. Stefan's in the kitchen, cutting onions, as I'm on the couch, leaning to the left, holding a glass of red wine in my right hand, and he smiles at me, and I smile back. "My Dad did all the cooking, too." I say, as he's looking down, and looks back up to me. "And your Mom?" He asks, and looks back down. "She sat right here and watched." I say, and he laughs. "She couldn't cook either." I say, laughing, and look at the fireplace, and see the fire dying, and look back at him, and set my glass on the table. "Fire's dying." I say, and he looks at it, and back to what he's chopping. "Oh, yeah. I'll go get more wood." He says, walking over to me. "I got it." I say, and stand up. "No, no. It's cold outside. We don't need you freezing." He says, and I walk over to him. "Hey. So I'll get a jacket." I say, smiling, and turn around, walking to Mom's and Dad's bedroom, and look around, and walk over to my Dad's desk, and pick up his Cologne, and smell it, and give a small smile, and hear footsteps, and see it down. "My Dad's Colonge. He always wore it for as long as I can remember." I say, and walk over to the closet. "Jenna was supposed to pack all this up, but.. she kept putting it off." I say, and turn on the light with my left hand, and put my hand down, and touch the shirts on the wooden hanger on the door. "I don't blame her." I say, and grab a red and black heavy flannel, and turn to him. "Here." I say, and toss it to him, as he catches it with his left hand. "Bundle up." I say, smiling, and he puts it on. "It was my Great Grandfather's." I say, and he pops the collar, and smile at him. "And you look very sexy in it." I say, and he smiles at me. "I look sexy in your dead Great Grandfather's jacket?" He asks, approaching me. "Beyond sexy." I say, laughing, and he puts his hands on my waist, and kisses me, and I hold his right shoulder. "Ooh!" I exclaim, and put my head down, and he pushes me lightly against the wall, and puts both hands on my cheeks. "Stefan! It's my parents' bedroom." I say, as he steps back. "Mm." He says, and steps forward, kissing me again, and I laugh, and wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, and we hear a thud, and he looks up, and we put our hands down. "What?" I ask, and he knocks on the wall, and it sounds hollow, as I look at him. "Huh." He says. "What? It's hollow?" I ask. "Yeah." He says, as I look at it, and step back, and he breaks on of the panels off, and opens the rest of them, and we see a door. "What is it? A hidden room?" I ask. "It's a really good hiding place." He says, and breaks the lock off with his right hand, and throws it down, and I look at it, and back to the door, and he opens it, and turns the light on with his right hand, and puts his hand down, as we see a whole bunch of Vampire killing equipment. "Oh, my God." I say. I look to my right, and pick up a journal with both hands, and pull the string back, and open it. "These must be the other Jonathan Gilbert journals. Jeremy had the one, but John said that there were others." I say, flipping through pages, and look up. "His whole life's in here." I say, looking around. "I'll go get the firewood. I'll let you have a moment." Stefan says, as I crouch down, and pick up wooden bullets, and hear him walk off. I walk into the main room, freezing, and pull my hoodie sleeves down. Well, Stefan's, I'm wearing his hoodie. I look around and see the front door wide open. "Are you growing the trees out there?" I ask, smiling, shivering, and turn around, as I'm rubbing my arms, and look back at the door, and walk towards it. "Come on, babe. It's freezing." I say, shivering more. "Stefan?" I ask, walking closer to the door, and grab the huge knife on the table to my left, with my right hand, and walk closer, as I see the car, and step outside. "Stefan, babe, what are you doing out there?" I ask, and turn around, gasping, seeing someone a guy grab me, and I stab him with the knife, leaving it in there, and he falls, groaning, as I run back inside, facing the door, and slam it, and lock it. I turn around, gasping, and run up the stairs, and hear the door open, and run to Jeremy's bedroom. "I can smell you." He says, and I turn around, gasping, and take off Stefan's hoodie, and lay it on the bed, and run off into my bedroom, and cover my mouth with my left hand, and see him, as I put it down, and slowly run to the stairs, and down them, and look around, and then at a door, seeing a door that's barely open, and back at the stairs, and to the door, and slam it, and run to my parents bedroom, and look around, and run to the hidden door, grab a wooden stake with my right hand, and run to hide behind the entrance door to my parents bedroom, and see him run to the closet, and then the secret room, and run over to him, and stab him in the back, and he falls, dropping the knife, and I pick up the knife with my right hand, and run out of the room, and out the front door to the car, and hear groaning, and turn around, seeing Stefan rip his heart out. "It's okay." He says, and I drop the knife, running to him. "It's okay. You're okay. You're okay." He says, and I wrap my arms around his neck, as he has his around my waist, as I'm breathing heavily. "You're all right. It's okay." He says, as I have my eyes closed, and open them, and see Tyler. "Tyler?" I ask, as Stefan and I release. "I didn't know what they were gonna do to you. I didn't." He says, and I look at Stefan. "I just.." He says, and I look back at him. "I didn't want to be like this anymore." He says, and I walk over to him, and see him crying, and put my arms around his neck, and his around my back. "I'm sorry, Ethan." He says. "It's okay." I say, and we all sigh. I walk into Family room, and see Stefan, as he's by the window, hanging up, and turns around, looking at me. "That was, um. That was Damon. We need to talk." He says. "What is it?" I ask. "He learned that Elijah's planning for you to die in the Sacrifice Ritual." He says. "But if I die and not come back within twenty four hours, so does he." I say, and sigh, and nod, and step forward. "I know the deal I made, Stefan. Elijah's very careful with his words. He promised to protect my friends. We'll find a way to bring me back. Vampire blood can do that." I say, and shake my head. "He never said a word about me." I say, and he steps forward. "You mean, you knew you weren't gonna survive this?" He asks, pointing at me with his right index finger, and I nod. "Not as a human, at least. If it comes down to the people that I love getting killed or me, I know what my choice is gonna be." I say, as he puts his hand down. "Ethan, how." He says, and looks to his left, and back to me. "How could you stand out there earlier with me, talking about making plans for our future when you don't even expect to have one?" He asks, stepping closer. "I'm sorry, Stefan. I'm just trying to keep the people that I love safe. I'm trying to keep you safe." I say. "No. What you're doing is you're being a Martyr." He says. "How is that any different from when you say that you would die to keep me safe?" I ask. "Because I've already lived. A hundred and sixty two years I have lived, and you've barely begun, and now you want to let yourself get killed? That's not heroic." He says, shaking his head. "That's tragic." He says, and walks off.