[ They're gone. Those words, that horrible fact, echoes through her mind as another day dawns where her family doesn't come home. Another sleepless night on the couch, hoping to find them walking through the door like nothing is wrong, and she finally faces reality. They're gone and they're not coming back.
And they're not just gone. They've been taken from her. There's absolutely no doubt in Elena's mind that Damon would have left her willingly, and Stefan would never have left her behind. Even Katherine, with the strange relationship they've had in the town at odds with their past, wouldn't have just left her there, she believes that. They've all been taken and if they haven't returned by now--
No. They're not dead. They can't be dead, she can't have lost even more of her family. She can't have lost Damon, not when they haven't gotten to have even a glimpse of that perfect human life together. But-- what if they are?
There's a knife in her hand before she knows it, the need to do something overruling any sense of self-preservation. She carves into her own leg, blood trickling down her bare leg as she pries out the tracker, red smearing along her shorts as she stands with the knife in one hand and the tiny object in the other. Facing the camera she knows is in the kitchen, she limps toward it, trailing blood across the floor. ]
Is this what you want? For us to act out, to break your stupid rules? We played your game! [ She screams it at the camera and throws the tracker at it, hearing the sound of it hitting something but her human eyes not following where it lands. ] Well, I'm done. I'm done.
[ She grabs at the posted list of those rules, just hanging there on the wall in a simple frame like some sort of prized possession. It's thrown to the floor, glass shattering and landing in the streaks of red. ] Give them back or I'll break every one of those rules, I swear.
[ But there's no response. No immediate ringing of the phone, no knocking at the door in the minutes that drag on. Why should they respond to her? She's just a human girl, with no way of causing any real damage, not like the vampires they'd taken from her. So she slumps to the floor, the knife sliding from her hand, and she cries. Bitter, broken sobs as her world ends again. And between those sobs she begs the people behind this for just one thing. ]
Please give them back to me. Please.
[ And when the tears end, she makes those calls. To Nyx. To Caroline. To tell them. ]
Closed | Please come back to me...
And they're not just gone. They've been taken from her. There's absolutely no doubt in Elena's mind that Damon would have left her willingly, and Stefan would never have left her behind. Even Katherine, with the strange relationship they've had in the town at odds with their past, wouldn't have just left her there, she believes that. They've all been taken and if they haven't returned by now--
No. They're not dead. They can't be dead, she can't have lost even more of her family. She can't have lost Damon, not when they haven't gotten to have even a glimpse of that perfect human life together. But-- what if they are?
There's a knife in her hand before she knows it, the need to do something overruling any sense of self-preservation. She carves into her own leg, blood trickling down her bare leg as she pries out the tracker, red smearing along her shorts as she stands with the knife in one hand and the tiny object in the other. Facing the camera she knows is in the kitchen, she limps toward it, trailing blood across the floor. ]
Is this what you want? For us to act out, to break your stupid rules? We played your game! [ She screams it at the camera and throws the tracker at it, hearing the sound of it hitting something but her human eyes not following where it lands. ] Well, I'm done. I'm done.
[ She grabs at the posted list of those rules, just hanging there on the wall in a simple frame like some sort of prized possession. It's thrown to the floor, glass shattering and landing in the streaks of red. ] Give them back or I'll break every one of those rules, I swear.
[ But there's no response. No immediate ringing of the phone, no knocking at the door in the minutes that drag on. Why should they respond to her? She's just a human girl, with no way of causing any real damage, not like the vampires they'd taken from her. So she slumps to the floor, the knife sliding from her hand, and she cries. Bitter, broken sobs as her world ends again. And between those sobs she begs the people behind this for just one thing. ]
Please give them back to me. Please.
[ And when the tears end, she makes those calls. To Nyx. To Caroline. To tell them. ]