like something she should remember (elena, g)

[ms_becca]

Title: Like something she should remember
Author: me
Word Count: < 600
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries. It is the property of The CW and L.J. Smith. No copyright infringement intended.
AN: Post 208 Elena introspective

She feels the heavy weight of it on her chest, but when she looks in the vanity across from her bed all she sees is the glint of a necklace that was missing a blink earlier. 

She holds it in her palm, letting the confusion wash over her; the pit growing deep in her stomach and a strange sort of arousal festering inside her body. Her heart is racing.

It makes no sense.

She feels the burn of metal against her skin where Elijah pulled it from her neck. She can see the red streaks stretch along the side of her neck, the delicate weave of the chain stamped on her. She drags her free hand along the raised flesh hard enough that she winces at the pressure.

How does that happen?

Elena runs through the evening in her mind, from the moment Stefan and Damon arrived to when Stefan dropped her off at her door. Neither one of them had given it to her at all. She just assumed that it was lost.

She sits down on her bed, tucking a leg underneath herself. It’s only then that she notices the foreign scent in her room.  Sweet and bitter, like whiskey and cloves, mixed with the faintest hint of metal. And it’s only then that she starts to piece the moments together in her mind.

Her window is open wide, the drapes fluttering gently in the warm Virginia breeze. It had been closed when she went into the bathroom. And that smell.

He was here, Damon. In the room with her. And she can’t remember.

Her mind is a blank.

Her heart speeds. What happened? What did he say? What did he do?

Why did he make her forget?

More importantly why does she feel like everything in her world has changed in this one night?

She feels a tingle on her forehead, and quickly lifts her fingers to it. The soft touch of her hand trying to coerce out a memory lost. It’s like a word sitting on the edge of her tongue, so close she can almost taste it – along with the blood and scotch – but the more she tries to search, the more elusive it becomes. 

She lays back on the bed, allowing her mind to wander, thinking Jeremy’s arms wrapped tightly around her, Bonnie’s hand gentle on her face, Damon’s face staring up at her from the bottom of a grand staircase. The look in his eyes as he mouthed a stoic “you’re welcome” to her until she started to wonder if she was hugging the wrong Salvatore.

She closes her eyes then, allowing herself a moment to redo the scene, rushing down to Damon and wrapping her body around his. Strong muscles enclosing her urgently until she feels really and truly safe. In this reality, it’s Stefan who receives the silent thank you, Stefan who is forced to walk away while his brother is enveloped in the moment with her. 

She hardly feels the hot trails of the tears working down her face.

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The next morning , she wakes up chasing the dream of Damon making an earth shattering revelation. But the harder she tries the faster it slips away from her.

She reaches for her journal, but when she puts the pen to paper no words flow through her. 

All blank pages that should be filled somehow. Like something she should remember, but can't.

 

Comments

[munchlettebelle.livejournal.com]

I've probably watched the scene where he returns her necklace fifty times on youtube. And I just want to cry every time. I love this and I love Damon/Elena like it's my job (would that it were!). I want Elena to remember so badly. I think that Damon and Stefan both love Elena but I think that Damon needs Elena more than Stefan does. And Ian Somerhalder is so full of pretty... Sorry, his pretty distracted me. Anyway, I love the glimpse into Elena's head you've given here. It feels very true and I really hope this thing resurfaces on the show...