The Transition [Closed - Elena/Stefan/Damon]

Elena was in a deep slumber. She was in a particularly beautiful dream. It was about 2 years ago. She was 16, Jeremy was 14 and her Aunt Jenna was in school. Most importantly, and wonderfully, her parents were still alive. It was strange. She could...feel them. Whenever she'd make physical contact with the in her dream, she felt them. She paid attention to their features. Their specific features and it was all the same - which is what made it all the more wonderful.

It was about 7 am. The sun was shinning bright, lawnmowers were on, birds were chirping. It was one of those mornings you couldn't help but love no matter how old you got. These were the mornings Elena looked forward to every night when she was a little girl. She had an early bedtime, so naturally in response she tended to wake up earlier. Not that it was a complaint. If anything, it was a plus.

Suddenly, with a rush of adrenaline, Elena popped up out of bed. Everything in her body was just so much more intense. The sun that was shinning through her window was so bright. Brighter than the sun usually was. Bright as in it felt like it was getting close. She looked around the room a little to see if her eyes could adjust. When they finally did, she saw Stefan at her bedside and Damon sitting on a chair. They looked pretty down, but she didn't know why.

Keeping quiet, she gulped. ...What's wrong? Elena asked, sitting up a bit further and drawing the covers a bit more closer to her body.

Elena lost any emotion on her face as Stefan spoke. W-was this a dream? Was this on of those situation times where you wake up only to find that you're in another dream? If it was, that would definitely explain everything. It would explain why the world didn't feel right today. Why she felt drained. Why she was hearing what she was hearing. Why she had just been told that she was - in transition.

Her body was frozen. Fear begun to fill it up. She felt a chill down her spine and had goosebumps everywhere. She was blinking. A lot. She tend to do that sometimes. There were those rare times when Elena didn't move, in a moment of shock, and just blinked. The blinking was complimented by a face with no human response. A face that withheld no emotions. A face that couldn't believe what it was hearing. This was one of those rare times.

Elena could feel a tear immersing out of her left eye. Studies showed that tears that begun forming in your left eye first were out of pain and the times it started out of the right was out of sadness. She was in too much pain - too much shock - right now to even attempt to feel bad. Too much to feel remotely sorry for herself. It was all too much to handle in too little time.

I-is this some type of a joke? Elena managed to stutter. Because if it is, you're not funny. After another moment of silence, she begun to breath a little more heavily than she was a few moments ago. Stefan, you're not funny. This isn't funny. She repeated, over and over again until it begun to get old. And it got old quick. S...Stefan?

Elena looked back and forward as Damon and Elena both spoke. She didn’t like what she was hearing, not one bit. She could feel the hair on her neck stand as she heard Damon confirm what she was trying to deny. For some reason for a split second before Damon had spoken, she thought that if she denied anything that had anything to do with being in transition then it wouldn’t be real. She wouldn’t be stuck in her bed, being told that she was in transition into being a vampire. A vampire of all things. She didn’t have anything against vampires as a species, but it was no secret that she would’ve rather been sliced open than become one. At least at this point in her life.

Stefan had told her the obvious – that she had to feed to finish the process. She didn’t want to, of course. She didn’t want to become a vampire. She didn’t want to have some obsession with blood. Being a vampire was like being a crack head time 1000. It was basically an addiction that they had. One that of course had a much bigger effect than actual crack. He also called her sweetheart. She hadn’t even remembered when the last time he’d called her that, or even if he had. Is this what the stupid transition did? Made her forget things? Wasn’t it supposed to help her remember?

When he begun to talk to Damon about something, she sat forward. I’m still here. I may be in transition, but I’m still in the room. She told the two, mostly Stefan because Damon hadn’t said anything yet. This was all really just too much to handle right now. She wanted to cry but it was like how when it was too cold it wouldn’t snow. She was to scared-firightened-sad to shed tears. She realized Stefan had mentioned killing someone. All she needed was blood, though. There was no need to kill anyone. Especially a human. An innocent human, which Elena was no less than 24 hours ago.

Do I need to kill anyone? She asked, Can’t I just drink some from a bag or something?

Elena shrugged just as she was told by Damon that she would probably have to kill. Have to was definitely a strong though. She didn't want to. She didn't have it in her. Vampire or not Elena knew that she could never take another life. Too many ripped away from her so she couldn't force someone else to suffer. The only type of people she would be happy to see die was guilty felons, but that's about it.

As soon as Stefan responded back, Elena kind of went numb at the legs. Not really because of what he said, but how he said it. The way he said it. He wouldn't stop her. No matter how much havoic she were to wreek, he wouldn't stop it. It suddenly hit her that all of this was beginning to get real. She honestly couldn't handle any of this at the moment.

Without really thinking anything through, she tore the covers off and stormed towards her bedroom door.