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Somethings gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted. - Haunted

Elena stood in the shower, washing the eons of dirt from her pores. She felt sick with guilt, yet giddy with pleasure. Giving up her pride… laying her armor down had been hard. No, excruciating. She was sick, and she knew it. How could she just betray them all? Bonnie, Jeremy, Stefan… she shuddered as she thought his name. But that was what the old Elena did; worry. The silly old goody-two shoes Elena. They were all dead because of her. Sure Damon was the one to take their lives, but it was her, most definitely her that had really killed them. I am a killer, she thought, her black heart beginning to pound. It was far too late to be good and she was someone new now, someone else. This was the final step; here she was washing away the remnants of a stupid, naïve girl and locking her weak self in that god-awful basement room to make way for the smarter, faster, and very much better Elena. She smiled at this thought, half of her still not being able to believe where she stood now, the other half embracing this dark side.

Stepping out of the shower she shook her hair out, and continued to smile giddily. She hadn't been clean for weeks… It felt good. She was glad to be free.

3 years later.

"Isn't it just… well isn't it just delightful." Elena giggled darkly, lifting up a new black dress Damon had bought for her.

"Put it on?" Damon asked, smirking suggestively.

"Later." She said, putting it down on the seat next to her. "Let's eat." she said, turning hungrily to her glass of blood and wine. Her eyes glinted; this was her favorite mix.

"Fine." Damon muttered, disappointed. Elena giggled, rolling her eyes.

After dinner she picked up the dress and told him that she would go try it on for him, but he wasn't allowed to see till that night. He was not happy about this, but the anticipation was fun for her so he relented. She took her time, playing out the possible futures the night held. This was also her favorite point of the day; it always felt freer to her.

When she reached her room there was a note on their bed, written in Damon's scrawl. Westward hall, I've got another surprise. Elena grinned, she loved when he did this. However she was slightly puzzled; they never visited the Westward hall, because right below… well right below was somewhere she never wanted to go again. Figuratively and literally.

She slipped the dress on in a matter of twenty seconds and sprinted to the hall, feeling more than good from the fresh blood and wine. The hall was dark; maybe he was playing hide and seek? She didn't want to wait that long.

"Damon where are you?" she called, her voice thick with implication.

"Over here." A voice called from the shadows. Elena began walking forward.

"What's th—'' but that's all she could say before the floor beneath her crumbled and she found herself sitting in a pile of dust. She shot up, not believing where she was. It was the room she'd been kept in, and it looked exactly the same.

"Hello Elena." A quiet voice said. An impossible voice, one that couldn't have said anything, couldn't have existed.

"Stefan?" she said, whipping around to face him. He looked just the same as he had all that time ago. Short brown hair, dark piercing eyes, tall and strong… "How… how are you—how are—'' She couldn't even finish her sentence.

"How am I here? I survived. Is that so hard to believe? I said I'd never leave you. I guess I didn't have to." He spat bitterly, looking hard into her eyes. There was something different after all; he was definitely changed. Elena felt something weird inside of her as he said this, but she pushed it away.

"Where is Damon?" She asked, folding her arms.

"Do you want him?" Stefan's hard face was beginning to break, Elena swatted at that feeling inside of her.

"Yes." She said matter-of-factly. "Now give him to me or you'll regret it."

"You might be a vamp now Elena, but you can't take me down." Stefan said, anger filtering in with the hurt.

"Care to test that?" Elena raised her eyebrow skeptically.

"I'm not going to fight you. I could never…" his voice broke, as his face reflected a long manifested hurt.

"Oh spare me. It's Damon, it was always Damon. Get over it." She said, rolling her eyes.

"I don't believe you. This is all him. It's not you." Stefan said, wincing with each of her words.

"Wrong. This is one hundred percent me Stefan. You just weren't enough, ever." She looked right at him while her words cut into him. She was enjoying this all too much, aside from that feeling.

"It's not." Stefan shook his head in denial. "It can't be."

"Oh but it is." She said, laughing darkly.

"This isn't over."

"Don't come back Stefan."

"He's in the dining room," was all he said before disappearing. Elena rushed to the dining room, not worried; she knew that Damon would be fine.

"Elena." Damon said when she appeared in the room.

"We've got a problem."

A/N: This is kind of cool . Like it?