That afternoon I went to the hospital while Stefan went to talk to Damon. I've gotten better at
resisting the erg and not listening to the sounds. When I got to the hospital I saw Kol sitting in the
waiting room. I thought about turning around and walking away, unnoticed but he seen me as I
went to turn.
"Elena!" Kol yells as he stands up and starts walking to me. "You haven't been answering my texts
or phone calls, I knew you'd be here that's why I came." I kept my head down so I didn't make eye
contact because if I did look into his eyes I knew I'd be in his arms. "I know I just left you..." Kol
started to say as he took my hand. "And I'm..."
"Look Kol," I cut him off and pulled my hand away. " I...I had a lot of, uh, fun with you, but..." I
scrambled. "B-but I..." I looked into Kol's eyes, trying not be so harsh. I could see the pain in his
eyes, like he knew what I was about to say. "I... am so sorry. I..."
"You don't have to say it. I know."
"But you deserve an explanation. A reason, something."
"I already know. You chose Stefan. He's nice, polite, romantic and I'm not." Kol explained for me.
"He won't hurt you. He won't walk away or take you for granted. He will help you through
everything and protect you and Jeremy. I'm not like the guy you want and you know it."
I could feel the tears starting to form in my eyes. Even though I chose Stefan I still love Kol. I
always will. He was good, even if he was an original. Before I met him everybody warned me to
stay away because he was dangerous. Once I did meet him we started talking and hanging out and
I realized he was just in pain not dangerous, not mean. Now the tears were starting to stream
down my face.
Kol wiped my tears with his muscular hand and keeping it there even when the tears were gone.
"Close your eyes." He whispered, and I did. "Count to ten and then open them." I started to count
in my head, 1...2...3, when I was at 4 I felt my cheek get lighter and I stopped counting and opened
my eyes, just in time to see him walk away.
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Stefan's POV:
I went to the house searching for Damon. He hasn't answered me since Jeremy's attack but I
didn't put it to much thought. When I walked up the stairs to the front door it was open. I pushed
it as I walked in. "Damon?" I asked as I walked into the living room. He wasn't there but the
house was trashed. The couch was turned over, the pillows were ripped and there was glass all
over the floor. He wasn't anywhere to be found. I called his cell and he answered, at least I
thought it was him.
"Hello?" I asked
"I heard you were looking for your brother." I could hear Damon screaming my name in the
background.
"Who is this? What have you done to my brother!" I screamed through the phone.
"Calm down. Your brother is going to get what he deserves and your next, ripper." I tried to figure
out who was saying this but I couldn't. I heard Damon gasp, as if the guy turned to him, then
whoever it was said "Say goodbye Damon!"
