Elena was standing in front of Alaric’s loft. Or should she say Stefan’s? Doesn’t matter. She was at the place where Stefan and Rebekah were hooking up, maybe even having a threesome with Katherine, and she was about to end. Before she knocked she thought about how she would convince Stefan about Rebekah’s true colors. On her way here she had come up with a few ideas.
She could just drag him out of the house, abduct him. Because human girls are so much stronger than vampires.
She could just tell him the truth. “Sorry, Stefan, but your girlfriend is a lying bitch who’s using you to get to us” But Rebekah would just say Elena’s jealous and Stefan would of course believe her.
She could say Damon left and she’s now all alone and she doesn’t want to be alone. So maybe Stefan could come with her? But Stefan would say she should go back to her parents house. Or Rebekah would suggest she lived with them. She had to get Stefan away from Rebekah, not get herself closer.
Elena sighed. She was not good in getting ideas. She took a deep breath and knocked. Stefan must’ve been nearby, because the door opened before Elena had even pulled away her hand.
“Elena” Stefan frowned. “What are you doing here? You need to go back. I’ll drive you”
Well, there’s a thought, Elena thought and smiled.
“Who is it, dear?” Rebekah’s voice was heard.
“As if you don’t know, slut” Elena mumbled full of bitterness. As if the word ‘slut’ was her keyword Rebekah appeared.
“Elena!” she exclaimed. “How wonderful to see you again! Why don’t you come in, have a drink, have a chat. It’s been ages since I last talked to another chick”
“Actually, Elena needs to go back” Stefan protested, though it was a weak attempt.
“Oh, don’t be so ridiculous” Rebekah said. She grabbed Elena’s arm and dragged her inside. “You get the wine, Stefan?” she asked sweet.
Stefan walked into another room, one that did not store wine. He walked to a table where a red-headed woman was tied onto. He couldn’t drink her blood; she was full of vervain. But he could still play a little with his toy. He conjured a knife and pierced it into her stomach.
A macabre cry was heard in the living room and Elena froze. She wanted to get up, but
Rebekah’s hand reached out to her and forced her to sit still.
“Where are you going, Elena?” she said surprised as Stefan came with three glasses filled with a red liquid. “Have a drink with us”
She could just drag him out of the house, abduct him. Because human girls are so much stronger than vampires.
She could just tell him the truth. “Sorry, Stefan, but your girlfriend is a lying bitch who’s using you to get to us” But Rebekah would just say Elena’s jealous and Stefan would of course believe her.
She could say Damon left and she’s now all alone and she doesn’t want to be alone. So maybe Stefan could come with her? But Stefan would say she should go back to her parents house. Or Rebekah would suggest she lived with them. She had to get Stefan away from Rebekah, not get herself closer.
Elena sighed. She was not good in getting ideas. She took a deep breath and knocked. Stefan must’ve been nearby, because the door opened before Elena had even pulled away her hand.
“Elena” Stefan frowned. “What are you doing here? You need to go back. I’ll drive you”
Well, there’s a thought, Elena thought and smiled.
“Who is it, dear?” Rebekah’s voice was heard.
“As if you don’t know, slut” Elena mumbled full of bitterness. As if the word ‘slut’ was her keyword Rebekah appeared.
“Elena!” she exclaimed. “How wonderful to see you again! Why don’t you come in, have a drink, have a chat. It’s been ages since I last talked to another chick”
“Actually, Elena needs to go back” Stefan protested, though it was a weak attempt.
“Oh, don’t be so ridiculous” Rebekah said. She grabbed Elena’s arm and dragged her inside. “You get the wine, Stefan?” she asked sweet.
Stefan walked into another room, one that did not store wine. He walked to a table where a red-headed woman was tied onto. He couldn’t drink her blood; she was full of vervain. But he could still play a little with his toy. He conjured a knife and pierced it into her stomach.
A macabre cry was heard in the living room and Elena froze. She wanted to get up, but
Rebekah’s hand reached out to her and forced her to sit still.
“Where are you going, Elena?” she said surprised as Stefan came with three glasses filled with a red liquid. “Have a drink with us”
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles by Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles by Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]