10. Dance, Dance

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Colors of the Wind

"Is there anyone in this family who isn't adopted?"

"What's going on?" I ask, stepping foot back inside the Salvatore house a day later

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"What's going on?" I ask, stepping foot back inside the Salvatore house a day later. Stefan and Elena are gathered in the living room, no sight of the older brother.

"I first met Elena on May 23, 2009," Stefan reveals and my jaw drops open. Elena's eyes widen with surprise and she turns towards Stefan. My stomach twists into uneasy knots and I glare into his soft eyes.

"But that was-" Elena starts to speak, but is unable to find her words.

"That was the day your parents' car went off the bridge," Stefan explains and I blink with confusion.

"You were there?" I ask with shock. 

"Last spring, I was out in the woods by Old Wickery Bridge and I heard the accident. I was fast getting there, but not enough. The car was already submerged and your dad was still conscious. I was able to get to him, but he wouldn't let help him until I helped you," Stefan announces and the color drains from my face.

"Oh my God. When I woke up in the hospital, nobody could figure out how I got out of the car. They said it was a miracle," Elena chokes out between sobs. A pile of tears run down her cheeks and I 

"I went back for them, but it was too late. I couldn't save them. That's when I knew that you weren't like Katherine at all," Stefan reveals and Elena shakes her head.

"This doesn't explain how I look like her," Elena points out, wiping at her wet face.

"It didn't make any sense to me. You were a Gilbert, she was a Pierce, but the resemblance was too similar and then I learned the truth. You were adopted, Elena," Stefan speaks with a soft voice and I whip my head towards my sister.

This whole time, I thought I was the only who was adopted. Elena's lips tremble and she lets out a shaky breath.

"Ok, seriously, is there anybody in this family who isn't adopted?" I sigh out, plopping down on the couch. Stefan and Elena shoot me a glance and I clear my throat.

"Sorry, bad timing. You guys should talk in private," I mutter out under my breath, spotting Damon leaning against the wall. Stefan and Elena nod their heads, making their way upstairs.

Damon steps out from the shadows, his arms crossed over his chest and his muscles bugling out like a sore thumb. My eyes rake over his body and he clears his throat, my eyes locking onto his dark orbs.

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