STEFAN'S POV
"Who are you?" I asked her. She didn't turn around. I walked over to her and pulled her shoulder back, turning her around. "Jenna?" I asked. I was honestly scared. "This whole vampire thing is actually sort of cool, but being dead? Not so fun." Jenna said with a perky tone. Elena came running down the stairs. Once she saw Jenna, I couldn't tell her to go back upstairs. "This could be Silas or some witchy spell." I thought to my self. "Jenna?" Elena said, now in clothes, which got me disappointed. Jenna walked over to Elena and hugged her. "I missed you." Jenna said with tears coming down. They both hugged each other. "Now where is Alaric? Geez he is so slow!" Jenna said looking behind her. "Alaric? He's here?" Damon asked, which surprised me because I had no idea he was here. He looked at Elena and she looked at him. I could tell that they both hadn't forgotten about him calling her Katherine. "Hey buddy." a voice called from outside. Damon raced outside and hugged Alaric. "I got a newer, well it's from 1745 so not really new, bottle of bourbon." Damon said with confidence, still hugging Alaric. Alaric walked over and kissed Jenna on the cheek. She turned and they kissed on their lips. "We can stay!" Alaric and Jenna both said, excitedly. "Like forever." they both added. We all hugged them and got emotional. When I say we all got emotional, I mean Elena and Jenna started crying, Alaric and Damon started hugging, and I, I was just there. Elena and I walked back up to my room after about three hours of catching up. it was now three thirty in the morning. Elena fell back asleep, but before she did, I got her top and shorts off. We laid there together sleeping happily. It was about nine twenty five when we woke up, and started cuddling. I, again, took off her underwear and undid her minty bra. We just laid there together, naked. Her hot body warmed me up while she was laying on me. I couldn't get over how much I loved her. Elena started to cry, and cry, and cry. "Elena, why are you upset?" I asked while trying to soothe her by rubbing her shoulders. "It's just that- that..." she never finished her sentence. "Elena!" I yelled, shaking her. It was no use. Elena Gilbert was dead. I thought and thought, then I remembered something. Elena had taken a sip from my blood when she cut herself. I tried to heal her since it was a lot of blood. Elena Gilbert is not dead, sort of, but she is what I feared most for her. A vampire.
