#eldestsalvatore

Now in her late teens, she approaches the world with a darkness about her, surrounded by people out get her, she had to be protected at all times. Though anyone who did, they would suffer a miserable death. It wasn’t just miserable. It was plain bloody. Elena used to be against it, but there came a point where she just stopped caring.. About everyone, everything and when she hit that point, she got the big guns. 

Another name on the list, another person she would have to torture. It never got old.  It was the same almost everyday, the same routine. This one, was more personal. The money that should have been put into their hole in the wall for a deal they had already done. It was payback. A few men by her side and mainly just herself with a handgun, she took it for herself to get their money back and if they didn’t. There would be hell to pay. 

With a hard slam, the door knocks back against the wall and the bloodied scene is soon welcomed in-front of her.  Dark orbs searching the grounds as she left her ‘bodyguards’ on the outside keeping look out as she searched the inside. With her gun raised, she takes caution. Stepping over the dead body of the man she was here to collect money from. Elena’s heart beat at a low, steady pace, nerves already disappearing with taking a slow exhale letting out the air from her lungs. She had done this one too many times, she should have been used to it. @eldestsalvatore

she couldn't remember the last time she set eyes on his azure hues or the untamed tresses that fell over and framed his face perfectly. she'd forgotten the sharp lines of his jaw, how they clenched whenever he was in thought or angry. the little details of damon salvatore were nothing more than a blurred memory after his last disappearance, another promise yet broken but by who this time? amelia couldn't remember who left or why, the two had unruly tempers and they were both too stubborn for their own good. that's what she told herself the first few years of his absence-- or her neglect. this was for the best, the two of them going their separate ways and never finding each other again, but why was he crossing her mind now of all times? there was a bitterness where her love once grew, keeping him out of thought KEPT HER from darkening herself anymore than she already was. why the fuck was he heavy on her heart now? amelia couldn't explain it. there was a strange yet dangerous mix of pride and shame that settled in her once she'd managed to take a step back from him.

she truly was pathetic.

time and time again she'd played second fiddle to something or someone in the eldest salvatore's life, and time and time again she'd crawl back to him to fix. his happiness always trumped her own. that's what amelia knew to be love. despite getting her heartbroken over and over again, having her hopes rise only to be crushed under his heel, she always loved him. those were memories that she tried to push to the back of her mind. amelia promised herself that no matter how low she'd fall, how alone she felt or how much she felt nostalgic, she'd never crawl back to the eldest salvatore's feet again. a promise she was reminding herself of now as she blinked away images of his smile, his smirk, his chuckle-- one she swore she could hear clear as day. 

" i have that effect on women. i'm charming, irresistible, irreplaceable. "

why can she hear his voice? her eyes cut through her surroundings as she searches desperately for the face she can't see. he isn't even here. her breath quickens from sheer panic, had she not ran far enough to escape him? to escape her feelings? no. she was becoming unhinged from her malnutrition, purposely starving herself from any source of blood unless absolutely necessary-- and it seemed as though now was the time. she could hear her normally steady heart start to kick harder and for a second she almost feels alive, but it isn't something she can relish in as everything starts to spin. the voices are getting louder and his is falling to the back of the crowd, eyes falling on her as she appears more disoriented. 

" d-damon...? " 

The loss of a loved one is painful. The loss of a brother? Unimaginable. A pain that she herself at one point had experienced. A pain that consumed her to the point where the better option was for her to simply not feel at all. She knew now, that turning off her humanity wasn't a true solution. More like a temporary distraction or a way to numb the pain... if only for a little while. But there was a huge difference between when she had lost Jeremy and now, with Damon just having lost Stefan. He wasn't a vampire, that escape all vampires had the option of taking. He no longer had that. Like it or not, his emotions were there lingering for him to confront.

Torn between wanting to give him space and not wanting to spend an instant away from his side. On that day, she chose(or really forced herself) to give him space. Focusing on the one person who loved Stefan almost as much as Damon. Caroline. She was handling it as best as she could. A smile almost always on her face. Remaining as bubbly and optimistic as she could, if only for her daughters. That in itself was another reason she spent the day with her best friend. Her daughters. Her beautiful twin girls. A pleasant surprise but certainly a surprise none the less. So much like Caroline but they also looked so much like Ric.

If Elena were being completely honest, she could have spent even longer with them. She had plenty of time later. For now, now that it was getting later, there was someone else who needed her...

"I'm home!" She called out to the otherwise silent house. No lights on, the sun beginning to fade outside and night quickly approaching. If she didn't know better, she would swear up and down that she was here in the Boarding house alone. Her brows furrowed together. "Damon?" Onto the house she stepped lightly. Her keys and purse set down on a table as she made her way further inside. Maybe, he wasn't here after all. When she left earlier she didn't know he had plans. But for all she knew that had changed.