Left Me All Alone In the Darkness

The Season Finale was intense, and I liked it. I will always be a Stelena fan, but I wasn't mad at the Delena scenes like I usually am. I thought they were sad, and that Elena was trying her best to comfort Damon. That she wasn't in Love with him, and never would be, but she did love him. He's her best friend, and she knew she had to let him go. The kiss was because she didn't want to let him go with him thinking she didn't care. And I don't think Stefan will be permantly gone. He's coming back, or they are going to follow Klaus and him because the show would crash and burn if he wasn't in it. Without the main three cast members, the show wouldn't survive. So this is a tale of what I think might happen, starting with Elena's thoughts while she was lying with Damon and he Was Dying. Review, please, because I want to know your opinions…and read my other stories and please read and review on my songfics, I have so much fun writing those, so I want people to read them and review. And btw, I don't own the vampire diaries and all of it's characters, though if I did, Elena and Stefan would have even more Stelena scenes (forgive me for my obsession, I'm a little upset that Stefan left…Come back, Stefan!)

1. I Don't Want to Have To Miss You

"This is even more pitiful than I thought." Damon said to me as I cradled his head. His voice was weak, slurred, hoarse, making it barely understandable. Yet I heard every word, and I knew that despite the tears filling up my eyes, I couldn't let him die without comfort.

"There's still hope."

"I've made a lot of choices that have gotten me here." He said while looking at the wall or the ceiling. His face was damp with sweat, the sadness in his voice sending a twinge of pain through me. My best friend was going to die, and there was nothing I could do but be here, and try to help him get through it. Help me get through it. I'd lost so much in the last three days, and I regretted what had led to everything. That it was my fault.

But that couldn't compare to the guilt of 150 years of bad decision making. "I deserve this." He swallowed, struggling to say the words, "I deserve to die."

"No." I said, shaking my head, and turning to face him. And I knew what I was saying was true. He didn't deserve to die for those bad decisions, just as I didn't deserve to die for the one's I had made. And I had never realized that before now. That we all make bad choices, and we deserve consequences. And those consequences are the guilt, we need not to pay any more than that, because death is easy, while guilt lasts forever. "You don't."

"I do Elena, and it's okay. 'Cause if I had chosen differently I wouldn't have met you." I forced myself to look at him and meet his eyes. But I didn't want to. I hated breaking his heart. Hated that I was unable to reciprocate his feelings for me. "I'm so sorry." I smiled weakly as he continued on. "I did so many things to hurt you."

I shook my head, responding despite the emotional pain that filled me for what I had done to him. "It's okay. I forgive you."

"I know you love Stefan. And it will always be Stefan. But I love you." The tear leaked from my eyes as he said those words. My head repeated, no, you can't say that, you shouldn't feel that way about me. Because he'd said the truth before, I was in love with Stefan. I always would be. But what Damon didn't realize was that I may not be in love with him, but I did love him. Despite the times when I hated him so much that I could barely stand it, I still loved him. And that showed, because when you get angry at someone, get hurt by someone, it means that you had to care about them first, otherwise it doesn't matter what they did, it won't really affect you. "You should know that."

He took deep breaths as I laid my head down on the right side of his chest, where I could hear his heart beating. It always made me laugh, to think that vampires had a hear beat, when they probably shouldn't. But not now, It was to sad of a time for that. "I do." I said. I had known he did, but it hurt so much for him to say it aloud. I'd never wanted him to. I had never wanted things to change.

"You should have met me in 1864." I could his sick, weak smile, and it made me want to die, to think I'd hurt him so much, "You would have liked me."

I moved my head from his shoulder to look at his face, "I like you now." I squeezed out more tears, because I couldn't hold them in. He couldn't die thinking I hated him. I didn't. I cared about him, he was one of my best friends, no matter what I said or did. No matter what he said or did. "Just the way you are."

He opened his eyes to look a me. "Hmm…"

I looked at his face, at his sad, dying face, knowing I hadn't done enough, hadn't been enough. I should have been more, should have tried to force my heart to love him. But it wouldn't change anything, in fact it might have made more of a mess of things, or broke us all into pieces. So all I had was now, all I could do was give him something, despite the mess it might cause. Because he would be gone, and he wouldn't know how much I wanted to be what he wanted me to be. How much I wished I could have cared. I pressed my lips to his for about two seconds, hoping I wouldn't regret it. Hoping that Stefan would forgive me. "Thank you."

"Your welcome." I said, smiling weakly again. I couldn't smile happily, because this wasn't happy. It was painful. It was loss of logic, loss of sense, loss of love, of curiosity, loss of everything. It was death. And I was more aware of what I was loosing as I stared at him, more aware of what I had already lost.

"Well it's me you should be thanking." I turn my head sharply, moving off of the bed swiftly, like a child who feared they'd been caught doing something they weren't supposed to do. "I mean, I'm the one who brought the cure." Katherine said, waving around a vile filled with dark red liquid around. I could only guess that it was blood as she walked towards us, "I though you were dead." She said boringly to me, as if she was halfway disappointed that I was alive.

"I was." I said coolly, not allowing myself to be afraid of her. Relief and guilt filled me as I faced the fact that Damon would survive.

"You got free." Damon said to Katherine, as she opened the vile and pressed it to his lips.

"Yep, Finally."

"And you still came here." He said.

I watched as she cupped Damon's cheek and then said, "I owed you one." Then she patted his check gently and climbed off the bed.

I remembered something, as I looked at her, remembered what Stefan said he was going to do, what he must have done despite me telling him not to. "Where's Stefan?" I asked, confused to why he wasn't the one bringing the cure. Not that I really wanted him to, because then he would have seen what I did, when I would rather tell him myself.

"Are you sure you care?" She asked, tilting her head. The comment burned, but I didn't let it stop me. Her expression made me think that something really bad had happened, and I was probably right.

"Where is he?" I said, walking closer to her, as if daring her to fight me. And if she wanted to, I wouldn't back down. I didn't care if I had to die to find out if Stefan was alive, or where he was at. Because if I did die, I knew Damon would kill Katherine and then find Stefan himself. Make sure he was okay.

"He's paying for this." She said, straightening herself and tilting the empty but red stained bottle. "He gave himself over to Klaus." I could barely breathe as she said that. It was all my fault for making sure he didn't go to Klaus, whatever happened to him would be on my conscious for the rest of my life. I watched as she took a deep breath, if unsure to herself whether Stefan was alright or not, "I wouldn't expect him anytime soon."

"What do you mean he gave himself over?" I asked in shock. And the silent question, why wouldn't he be home anytime soon?

She shrugged, "He just sacrificed everything to save his brother." She said it as if it didn't matter. "Including you." She smiled over at Damon. "It's a good thing you have Damon to keep you company."

Damon looked over at her, and I realized through my panic that he looked a lot better, that one good thing had come out of so many horrible ones.

"Goodbye Elena." She said as she turned and walked away, smiling smugly. "Oh," She said, turning around as if she had forgotten to say something. But I knew it was just an act, I knew that she was acting, that she'd probably scripted this whole entire thing as she came to the boarding house. "It's okay to love them both," She raised her eyebrows, while I looked at her in horror and confusion; because I knew the response I couldn't say. That it was not okay. "I did." She said, lastly, as she left, throwing the empty vile at me.

Damon sat up as I turned to him, his face still wet with sweat, but looking at me directly. His face was one of confusion and fear; mine was one of pure terror, as we both thought the unspoken question: What had Stefan done?

…

"Has he texted you back? Called? Anything?" Damon asked, as he entered the living room ten minutes later. I was sitting on one of the couches, rocking myself back and forth, holding my cell phone in my right hand. I'd checked every thirty seconds or more, thinking that perhaps my phone just wasn't vibrating, maybe something had screwed with the settings. Maybe the next time I would glance at it I would see that he had responded. But there was no vibrating, no messages. No phone call.

Damon sat beside me, freshly showered and dressed in clean clothes, which he'd needed after the ordeal he'd been through that night. But I was on the edge, so much so that I had knocked on his bathroom door after eight minutes, telling him to hurry up. Because there was no time to lose, we had to find Stefan. Right now.

I shook my head, while he drew in a sharp breath. I barely heard him murmur under his breath, "What did he do?" before he turned to face me, forcing his face to be calm. "Hey, it'll be okay. We'll find him, save him."

Then he took my shaking hand in his own and gently pried my cell phone out of my hands, which was clutching the cell phone so tightly that it my phone had dug into my hand, leaving thick red lines on my skin, "We'll call him, okay?"

I nodded, I'd been waiting to do that all along, but knew Damon wanted me to wait, in case Klaus answered, or so he could thank Stefan.

Damon fiddled with my phone, going through my contacts, "It's speed dial #2." I finally said, annoyed with how long it was taking.

"Who's #1?" He asked. His eyebrows raised in curiosity.

I huffed in frustration, "Jeremy, okay? Now focus, Damon." He dialed the number and pressed talk, putting it on speaker. It rang and rang, until his voice mail was all we heard. And then we tried again. In fact, we must have tried about five times before his phone was answered.

"Hello, Elena. Nice hearing that you're alive, but if you want to talk to Stefan, he's right here, but not wanting to answer the phone, it seems. Don't worry, I only took his phone because he didn't want to answer, and the sound of his ringtone was giving me a migraine. But I don't think he wants to talk to you, In fact, he could have answered your text, but he chose not to." Klaus said, his tone friendly and calm, as if he hadn't just killed Elena and her aunt in a sacrifice ritual two nights prior.

"Where is he?" I demanded, not knowing what else to ask.

"And just why should I answer that? What do I have to gain?"

"Just tell me, please, and I'll do whatever you want me to." I said desperately, knowing that every word was the truth, that I'd do whatever I had to save him. Because I loved him that much.

I ignored Damon's look, the one that said, over my dead body you'll go to Klaus, until he opened his mouth to speak. But luckily, he got interrupted by Klaus. "But I already have everything I need from you, my dear. And besides, you don't need both Salvatore brothers, so let me take one with me. Besides, Katherine told us some pretty interesting things, a moment ago. Maybe that's why Stefan won't speak to you."

"Whatever she said was a lie." Damon said, growling.

"Really? What do you think about that, Stefan?" I heard no reply from him, the one whose voice I really wanted to hear. The one who I really needed to see, to explain to. Tears filled my eyes as I thought about what Klaus had said. I understood his tone, what he was saying. That I might never see Stefan again. And it tore me apart to think it would all end here.

"Please, Stefan, let me explain. Let me see you."

"I'm sorry Elena, but I don't think that will happen. You see, I've convinced Stefan to go on a decade long bender. So maybe I'll bring him back then, or then again, maybe not."

"Please, I-"

"Have a nice life, Elena." He said. A moment later, there was a click, and then silence. I was only met with silence as the tears ran down my face. As the sobs took me over, I felt Damon wrap his arms around me. And we were alone; there was no longer another person who inhabited this house. Just as there might never be another person.