Secrets of a Salvatore Sister

A Fight for Love

Stefan drops the fire extinguisher loudly. It collides with the floor, waking Elena up, who is strapped to a chair in our parlor. She's groggy and glances around the room. I stand by the curtain. The scene in front of me is comical to say the least.

"Good, you're awake. Thought you could use a little sunshine," Damon greets her. Following his cue, I pull back the curtain a little, letting a small ray of light come into the living room in front of Elena. She glances at the ray of light and then at her hand. "Looking for this?" Damon taunts her, holding up her daylight ring. Elena attempts to reach it, but realizes she can't move because of her restraints. "Aw, you know the rules: bad girls don't get nice jewelry."

I let go of the curtain. The light disappears. Elena speaks impassively, "You took my ring. I'm devastated. And bored. Can I go back to solitary now?"

"No. I kinda like you in the hot seat. Whenever you're ready, sister," Damon cues as I reach for the curtain again.

"Am I supposed to be scared?" Elena questions sarcastically.

"You will be. And when you are, focus on that fear. It's the key to getting your humanity back," Stefan speaks, walking around Elena's chair to face her.

"You're not gonna burn me," she states. I raise a brow at her question even if I know it's not directed at me.

"You don't think so?" Damon asks, rhetorically.

"No. And even if you do manage to get my emotions back, I'll remember all this, and I'll hate all of you for it," she seethes. Damon and Stefan share a look, since they are the only ones who care about Elena hating them or not.

"Eh, worth the risk." Damon shrugs. Smirking at their decision, I pull the curtain open, the sunlight burning Elena's hand. Her skin crackles in response as blisters form. She screams in pain, struggling in her seat.

"What's that Elena, want a little more sun? Okay." I pull the curtain back wider. Stefan shakes his head at me but comments no further. I grin. Now this is what I call helping!

Elena's arm catches on fire for a few seconds, but to my dismay, Damon puts it out with the fire extinguisher. At this, I reluctantly let the curtain go. "Bet that feels better, huh? How about a little gratitude, or any human emotion whatsoever, and we can stop this?" Damon tells her.

Still in pain and struggling with her bonds, Elena mutters something. Her breathing is heavy.

"I didn't quite catch that," Damon says.

"I said, I'm gonna kill you." Elena spits at him. Her words cause a smirk to slither its way onto my mouth, yeah right! Elena is literally the most pathetic vampire I've ever met, like she could ever manage to kill someone almost two centuries older than her.

"Bingo! See? There's a little rage. I should've figured that'd be the first emotion that came out of you. I tend to pull that out of people." Damon smirks.

Stefan crouches down in front of Elena. "Elena, look at me. We don't wanna do this, okay? You can stop this right now. It's your choice," he tells her.

Elena laughs. "It's kind of funny, actually-you torturing me. I bet part of you enjoys it, since, you know, I dumped you and all," she snuffs at Stefan. Damon crotches down by Stefan in front of her.

"Wow. That was downright vindictive." He smiles at Stefan. "See? I think now we're breaking through that tough candy shell and getting into the ooey-gooey rich center of your humanity. This is good." He glances at me. "I think we should shine some light on the subject."