Gabriella Gilbert Three || Vampire Diaries

Chapter Eight

Who does Tessa think she is? Just because she's a two thousand-year-old witch that helped originate my doppelgänger line doesn't mean she knows everything about doppelgängers...right?

Damn it! I hate that she got in my head.

All this time, I've been trying to validate my feelings. Now I gotta validate my existence? Maybe the universe did make a mistake because this is torture.

"We should do something nice for Stefan," Elena suddenly announces, pulling me from my thoughts.

I look at her from the kitchen's island, watching her make food we don't necessarily need. The food I do need, however, is stacked nicely in the fridge. I move to grab one.

"Like what?" I question as I open the fridge. My eyes scan the piles until I find my favorite. I can't help but grin as I grab it.

Before I can take a sip, Elena snatches it away.

"Hey!" I protest, giving her a look.

"I'm making breakfast!" she argues.

"You're cooking bacon and brewing coffee," I retort, snatching the bag back. "I will take a slice or two of bacon though. Maybe Stefan will want some."

"He's more of the coffee and brooding type," Elena sighs, not bothering to try and steal my blood bag again. She goes back to her place in front of the pan. "Shoot!" she curses before switching the flame off and moving the pan over.

I look at the pan as I sip my bag. I can't help but cringe at the tiny burnt slivers.

"Just coffee it is," I tease as Elena sighs in defeat.

"The bacon was for me," she admits sadly and I can't help but feel bad. Losing bacon due to negligence? Painful. She lets out a huff before grabbing two mugs. "You can come with, if you want, but you have to leave the blood here."

I go ahead and grab a mug for myself and line it up with the others. "Of course I'm coming with," I say as I sip my blood bag as often as I can. "I miss him too, you know."

"Maybe it's a good thing you didn't dream about him over the summer?" Elena suggests. "You had less time to worry."

"If I did continuously dream about him, we probably would've found him before Tessa did," I say almost too bitterly. I take another sip. "But, no. I was spending the summer with the guy I love aka Stefan's most hated enemy." My eyes widen at the thought because Stefan knows who I was canoodling with all summer. Will he hate me for not being here?

"Let's just be glad he's here," Elena offers, "with us instead of Tessa." She shakes her head as she grabs two of the filled mugs. "I still don't get why he went with her."

"He was angry and he had no one else," I excuse him. "I'm sure if either of us were in his position, we would've done the same." I finish my blood bag with a speed that makes Elena look bothered. Tossing it in the trash, I grab my filled mug and follow her to Stefan's room.

"Maybe."

"The best we can do is be positive with him," I say. "He's memory-less and probably unsettled with everyone telling him who he is."

Elena lets out a chuckle. "You? Positive? I can't wait to see you try."

"For Stefan? I'll try anything."

Elena doesn't bother knocking when she opens Stefan's door with her elbow. I follow her and even take the mugs from her so she can swish open the curtains. Stefan, who was asleep when we walked in, thrashes in his spot at the sound and quickly sits up.