Author's Note: Here is the full version of the prologue. For those who have read 'Make Me Wanna Die' and 'In The End', it will be lyrically-based as well, but the format will be a lot different.
The story is set after The Sacrifice, but still containing canon elements as much as possible.
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Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries. Made for fun, not for profit!
Stefan was in Hell. He was sure of it. If there was a place after death for creatures like him, there was no way that it could be worse than this. Locked in a tomb, with no chance of escape in the near future, with potentially the worst person imaginable.
The fact that said person was also his manipulative, lying, heartless ex-girlfriend who destroyed the relationship between him and his older brother, well, that's just a bonus.
"It's stuffy, and I've been in this dress for days… Wanna help me get out of it?"
Oh for fucks sakes!
"C'mon Stefan… Don't be such a grump. We're here together… May as well make the best out of it."
She's facing him again, clad in nothing but her underwear, which really isn't that big a difference since her dress wasn't all the modest to begin with. But from this angle, he can see her legs… And he knows that she and Elena are completely identical in every way, but for some reason, Katherine's legs just seem to run on and on and on…
Eyes up Salvatore! Keep it together!
"You really think Damon's gonna rush to get you out? He's got what he wants… Elena…"
Since Stefan set foot in this god-forsaken place, that's all he could think about: Damon and Elena. There's something going on between the two of them, Stefan's known it for months, and this might just be push that they need to…
"Stop," he begs.
"Hey, given what's most certainly going on out there, I'd say you're free to do whatever you want in here…"
And suddenly, Stefan is bombarded with images of Damon and Elena together. He isn't sure if it's Katherine's influence or not, but he doesn't really care. Damon and Elena walking together, talking together, laughing together. Elena, crying over Stefan, and Damon comforting her, holding her, kissing her… And Elena kissing back, falling onto the bed and…
And then Katherine is in Stefan's lap, and he isn't thinking straight anymore. He isn't even sure how he feels about Katherine. Did he ever love her? Does he still love her? Has he been lying to everyone this entire time? Does it even matter? She practically naked, on top of him, and they've already been trapped in here for days…
"Nobody will ever know…"
It's not a question of love or lust or hate; not of cheating or betrayal; it's a question of survival. Nobody will ever know. Elena will never know; Damon will never know. They aren't getting out anytime soon, and this might be the only way to get Katherine to open up, to give up some information to help Elena. It's a weak excuse, and deep down, Stefan knows it.
But this is Hell. There's nothing else. There's no one else. So when his lips meet Katherine's, and he doesn't pull away, and they're up against the stone wall, and he's inside of her, thrusting into her like he's coming home, that's all it is: Survival.
Damon was in Hell. He was sure of it. He figured, though, that given all of the terrible things that he had done, was currently involved in, and would probably do again, he'd earned it. Stuck in a house, with no desire to leave in the near future, with potentially the most unattainable person ever.
The fact that said person was also his brother's kind, honest, beautiful girlfriend who had destroyed all of the emotional walls that Damon had erected, well, that's just a bonus.
"I hate you."
Progress! She's gotten past the 'so angry I can't even speak to you' part.
He looked over at the teenager sitting on the couch with him, legs crossed and foot bouncing with irritation.
Damon pouted. "You and I both know that that's not true."
Elena glared at him. "I. Hate. You."
He rolled his eyes, and when he looked at her again, she was attempting to scowl at him. It took Damon everything not to laugh. Her eyes were squinted and her lips were drawn together in a tight line: She was way too adorable for her own good. She huffed out an angry breath, and Damon noted the aggressive rise and fall of her chest beneath her crossed arms. Then his gaze was drawn further down to her bouncing foot. In his mind's eye, he could see himself reaching out and holding the foot, letting his hand drift slowly back up her mile-long leg that was trembling under his fingers, barely able to wait until he reached…
Eyes up Salvatore! Keep it together!
"You'll have to let me out sooner or later, you know. I do still have school, and Jenna's gonna start asking questions. And then," she stood up slowly, "You won't be able to control where I go at all."
Since Bonnie had cast her spell to trap Elena, it was killing Damon to know that he was upsetting her, and he knew that she had just spoken the truth. They would have to let her out eventually; and she'd be pretty pissed off when they did. He could tail her as much as he could, but if nothing else, Elena was an escape artist. He knew that if he looked away from her for an instant, she'd be gone; gone to offer herself up to Elijah on a silver platter. And this trick, this entrapment, might piss her off enough to push her into it…
"You're right," he muttered.
"I know," Elena answered curtly. "Look, given everything that's going on, I really should be doing something, even if it isn't what I want to do. I promise I'll wait until Stefan's out of the tomb before I do anything rash, like finding Elijah…"
And suddenly, the gravity of Elena's persistent self-destructive desires hits Damon. He can see it; Elena approaching Elijah, talking to Elijah, leaving with Elijah. He sees Elena, a defeated look on her face, awaiting the death blow, the knife slicing her skin as her veins are emptied and her heart stops and she falls to the floor and…
And then Elena is on the floor in front of Damon, looking at him pleadingly and taking one of his hands in both her own, and Damon can't think straight anymore. The intimate gesture does more to fan the flame of his unrequited desire than anything else ever could. She doesn't hate him; that much is sure, but does she like him? Does she love him? Could she love him? But when she looks at him like that, it doesn't even matter; he would do anything for her, and they both know it. She's been trapped in here all day, and she seems to be coming around…
"Please Damon… I just need to get out of the house. I'll stay with you, the whole time; I won't leave your sight, just please!"
It's not a question of love or lust or friendship; not of trust or self-sacrifice; it's a question of survival. Please! The more Damon thinks about it, the more he sees the point; that not giving in to Elena was killing him. She isn't going to be safe anytime soon, and this might be the only way to get Elena to calm down, and think clearly. It's a weak excuse, and Damon knows it.
But this is Hell. There's nothing else in Damon's mind but giving Elena what she wants. There's no one else who can do this to him. So when he calls Bonnie, and convinces her to lift the spell, and he and Elena are in his car, and she's glowing like he's just given her the world (which he has), that's all it is: Survival.