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Elena is a vampire.
Stefan made her and Damon taught her.
It doesn’t make her hate them, but it’s enough for her to drive them away. She refuses to turn herself off, shut herself down, and she thinks that maybe she can stop herself from becoming a monster that way. She’s careful, she’s in control, and she fights for that control with everything she has. She’s a vampire, but she won’t become a beast. She won’t be like Stefan who holds it all in to unleash it on everyone else, and she won’t be like Damon who hates the world so much that she lets it destroy who she is.
She’s still Elena Gilbert.
She wakes up every morning and tells herself just that. She’s Elena Gilbert, and she won’t let the bloodlust that itches under her skin destroy her. She only drinks bagged blood, and having never drunk it live, she’s okay. She doesn’t know what the flow of blood feels like. She doesn’t know what it’s like to watch someone’s life drain from them, and she wants it to stay that way.
She’s so careful, because she can be. Because she knows that she can beat this if fights hard enough.
She’s not prepared for the grief.
The day she loses her best friend is the day everything changes. All she sees is Bonnie dropping in front of her, and the smoking gun in the other man’s hand. In that moment, the bloodlust doesn’t matter, the control doesn’t matter. This man killed her best friend, and he needed to pay for that.
He pays with his life, and that’s the night that Elena leaves Mystic Falls.
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Stefan made her and Damon taught her.
It doesn’t make her hate them, but it’s enough for her to drive them away. She refuses to turn herself off, shut herself down, and she thinks that maybe she can stop herself from becoming a monster that way. She’s careful, she’s in control, and she fights for that control with everything she has. She’s a vampire, but she won’t become a beast. She won’t be like Stefan who holds it all in to unleash it on everyone else, and she won’t be like Damon who hates the world so much that she lets it destroy who she is.
She’s still Elena Gilbert.
She wakes up every morning and tells herself just that. She’s Elena Gilbert, and she won’t let the bloodlust that itches under her skin destroy her. She only drinks bagged blood, and having never drunk it live, she’s okay. She doesn’t know what the flow of blood feels like. She doesn’t know what it’s like to watch someone’s life drain from them, and she wants it to stay that way.
She’s so careful, because she can be. Because she knows that she can beat this if fights hard enough.
She’s not prepared for the grief.
The day she loses her best friend is the day everything changes. All she sees is Bonnie dropping in front of her, and the smoking gun in the other man’s hand. In that moment, the bloodlust doesn’t matter, the control doesn’t matter. This man killed her best friend, and he needed to pay for that.
He pays with his life, and that’s the night that Elena leaves Mystic Falls.
( *** )
1451 words
