The Twilight Diaries

Chapter 13

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE TWILGHT OR TVD CHARACTERS OR THE PLOT.

ELENA'S/BELLA'S POV

The car ride was extremely quiet between me and Elijah. As soon as he parked the car in the drive way, I used my vampire speed and ran to my room. I closed my door and flopped onto my bed. I pushed my face into my pillow with my shame. In my head, I kept whispering, "What did I do? Why did I do that?" Then, the kiss kept replaying in my mind. The bad part... I liked it! The old Elena would have been disgusted and shamed. This bold Bella is bad for me. I heard my phone chimed from my jacket pocket.

My phone haven't chimed since I left Mystic Falls. I got up and went over to my jacket. I retrieved my phone. I went through my messages and saw a Facebook post from Bonnie. I clicked on it. I stared at the post over and over. My eyes were filling up with tears.

It read, "I miss Jeremy soo much! Every passing moment, my heart breaks a little more. Many restless nights to come!"

All my memories came flooding back. I was no longer in bliss thinking about Edward, but Jeremy. Then, my mind flashed Katherine. Rage blinded me. I threw my phone into the wall and it broke into several pieces. At the same time, Elijah walked into my room, witnessing my meltdown. I expected he would be all invasive, but he sat down on my chair and stared at me. I was getting annoyed.

"WHAT?" I screamed.

"I'm going to make an educated guess and say this has nothing to do with Edward." He said.

"How do you know that?" Now, I was pacing the room. Frantically stroking my hair.

"Damon has done worst and you was never this angry. Jeremy, isn't it?" He more than stated than asking.

I felt my wall of defense crumble and broke down in tears. I was crouched down on the floor, trying to catch my breath. I felt arms wrap around me. I leaned against Elijah's chest and cried. He gently stroked my head. Few minutes passed, I managed to calm down.

"I was the last face he saw, before he died." I whispered.

"Katherine is the one he saw, not you." Elijah said.

"But we have the same face and every time I think about, my stomach turns. She shouldn't be able to walk this Earth anymore." I said.

"If you killed her, you would have turned into her. Stefan saved you in more ways than one. You wouldn't have been the sister Jeremy remember when he left this world." Elijah said.

I lifted up and release him and sat next to him. "Elijah, why aren't you mad?" I asked.

"Mad about what?" He responded. "Jeremy and I killed Kol. I mean, it was in self-defense, but he was your brother. You went through all the trouble to get them back. Why aren't you mad?"

"I told Kol not to go, but he went anyways. I love my brother, but his superior complex was going to be his downfall one day. He suffered the consequences." His face remained straight, not an emotion in sight.

"It doesn't make the loss any easier, Elijah." I protested.

"I try not to think about it. Its better not to linger for a vampire my age." Elijah said.

"You must be bipolar!" I said in amazement.

"Bipolar?" Elijah questioned.

"YOU AND YOUR FAMILY RAN ME OFF THE ROAD, BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH KLAUS' DEATH!"

My voice went up a few octaves. I jumped up off the floor. "OUT!"

Elijah got up without protest and left my room. I turned off my light and laid in the dark and until I drifted to sleep.

I woke up a few hours later and it was 3:00 a.m. in the morning. I tried to fall back asleep, but with no prevail. So I decided to get up. I went downstairs and into the kitchen table.

Elijah was at the kitchen table. I took a seat from across him. He just kept on reading a book he held in his hands. It was one of those awkward silence. I knew I overreacted.

"I'm sorry, Elijah. I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just... that wound is still fresh in my mind." I said, while avoiding eye contact.

"It know what the ironic thing is?" He continued to read his book. "The ironic thing is that Damon snapped your brother's neck and you forgave him, obviously. But I lash out in anger and grief for Klaus' death and I'm a villain."

I remained silent. "Damon lashed out, because of his feelings was hurt. He lashed out because of your rejection." I could feel his cold stare on me. I only wish his attention was still on the book. "Now, you can see where my confusion lies, Elena." He said.

I feel like he was scolding me, because I felt my inner little girl whimpering. "Truthfully, I don't have an answer for that. I guess my feelings were stronger than I thought for Damon at the time. I can't explain it. But... it still don't correct the wrongs you and Klaus caused." I remained quiet for a few seconds then continued. "Did I tell you I killed a girl?" I looked down with shame.

Elijah remained to stare. "She was young, working girl. My emotions were turned off at the time and Damon and Stefan was trying to turn them back on. The girl was our waiter. I cornered her and compelled her. I went back to my table. I said, 'If you guys insist to change me back, there will be repercussions. I will make examples of innocents."

I smiled. 'I hope you guys enjoy the show." I looked over and exactly eleven p.m., the girl walked into on-coming traffic. She was dead, instantly. I didn't even cringe. I was excited." It was silent and I looked into Elijah's eyes.

Tears was stinging my eyes. I looked away. "I want someone to blame for that, so I won't have face the fact I alone killed a girl. I want to make her villain and I can't. My dreams are clouded with her face." I gave a weak smile. "So, you now know the truth." My head laid against the table. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

My hands were covered with another pair. "I'm sorry, Elena." Elijah said. When I felt like I could handle myself, I raised up and wiped my tears away.

"I'm no longer Elena anymore. I came here for a new start, but its going to take a little longer than I thought. Isabella Swan is the new me. For now on, call me Bella." I gave an exuberant smile.

"Bella." He whispered. I tightened a grip on his hand.

"And the new start don't have to be just for me. It can be you too. For once, no one knows you here. You don't have to have that raining cloud on you. New slate for you, too." I said.

"You're right." Elijah said. I held my hand out and said, "Hello, my name is Isabella Marie Swan."

Elijah took my hand and shook it. "My name is Elijah Mikaelson. It's nice to meet you."

I was washing the leftover dishes from last night. I hear a thump coming from the other room. "Elijah?" He didn't answer me. I dry my hands and go to the study. I knocked on the door. "Elijah? Are you okay?" I said.

He still didn't answer. I slowly open the door. It was partly open and I saw legs. I swing open the door fully and Elijah was laying on the floor, wooden stake extending from his chest cavity. He was desecrated. I ran to his side and yanked out the stake. I kneeled next to him.

I hear the door slam and my eyes shot up. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"I yelled. Her eyes were wild and dark. Her blonde curls dangled past her shoulders. "If I can't have Edward, then no one will." Tanya lunged at me.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: NOW WE ARE AT STAGE TO SEE SOME MENDING BETWEEN ELENA AND ELIJAH. OBVIOUSLY ELENA HAVE A LONG ROAD BEFORE RECOVERY. AND WHAT IS UP WITH TANYA. COMMENT? SHARE?