The suivant morning Stefan woke up on the ground suivant to Elena’s lit of which he’d apparently had fallen off. He scribbled up and looked at Elena. She looked so peaceful, her arms wrapped around her teddy bear. It was almost a shame to wake her up. But he did anyway. He leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and kissed her cheek. “Psst, Elena? Wake up, sweetheart. The sun’s already up” Elena stayed asleep. Stefan carefully tapped her arm. “Elena?” Elena made a violent déplacer with her arm and nearly slapped Stefan, if he hadn’t stepped backwards. She groaned and turned on her other side. Stefan grabbed the sheets and pulled them away. Her eyes closed Elena touched for the sheets and when she couldn’t find them she pulled up her knees and wrapped her arms around them to warm herself. Stefan, who thought his girlfriend was being silly, got tired of it and dropped the sheets on the floor. He walked to the door, opened it, walked out and slammed it.
Elena opened her eyes. She had to wake up alone, without Stefan. When they met again last night he had wanted to celebrate it in the best way he could think of. But Elena wasn’t ready for that. She understood that Stefan had much plus experience and that he had his needs, but she wasn’t ready to give herself away like that. And Stefan could claim she already had all he wanted, she didn’t remember, and so it never happened. For now she could reject him, but she couldn’t keep doing that. She couldn’t keep pushing him off the bed.
She closed her eyes and tried to remember what she had dreamt. It had been a very weird dream. There was a voice calling her name. A familiar voice, though she couldn’t point its owner. She followed the voice and ran over fields and up hills. But when the voice faded away and she thought she’d see who called her, she only saw an open earth field with black clouds floating above it.
Elena opened her eyes again and took a deep breath. She had to get up. Maybe they could check on Damon today. He left so suddenly, Elena didn’t want him to feel like a third wheel. They were friends, they could still hang out. But first she needed something for her back. It itched like crazy.
Elena opened her eyes. She had to wake up alone, without Stefan. When they met again last night he had wanted to celebrate it in the best way he could think of. But Elena wasn’t ready for that. She understood that Stefan had much plus experience and that he had his needs, but she wasn’t ready to give herself away like that. And Stefan could claim she already had all he wanted, she didn’t remember, and so it never happened. For now she could reject him, but she couldn’t keep doing that. She couldn’t keep pushing him off the bed.
She closed her eyes and tried to remember what she had dreamt. It had been a very weird dream. There was a voice calling her name. A familiar voice, though she couldn’t point its owner. She followed the voice and ran over fields and up hills. But when the voice faded away and she thought she’d see who called her, she only saw an open earth field with black clouds floating above it.
Elena opened her eyes again and took a deep breath. She had to get up. Maybe they could check on Damon today. He left so suddenly, Elena didn’t want him to feel like a third wheel. They were friends, they could still hang out. But first she needed something for her back. It itched like crazy.
Since there was no way any of them was going to get any sleep, they packed their bags and loaded the Impala. Dean placed himself behind the wheel, Sam sat suivant to him and Meg on the backseat.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. toi didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. toi didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.
Meg looked around the police station. So that was why no one was answering her calls for help. They were all dead. There were bodies everywhere and their insides were torn out. The floor was covered in blood.
“Meg”
Meg looked up. Daphne had entered the building. She stared shocked at the bodies.
“You killed all those people” she a dit trembling. It wasn’t a question, but an observation. “You’re going to hurt plus people. I can’t let toi do that”
“You can’t handle me. I’m too strong for your” Meg said. She walked towards Daphne and passed her. If she was going to try something Meg could easily take her down.
However, as she passed by, Daphne jumped vers l'avant, vers l’avant and stabbed Meg in her neck with a syringe, containing a red substance.
“Aaaahhh!” Meg gasped and she touched her neck. “What the hell are toi doing?”
But Daphne had left the building and ran for her life.
“Meg”
Meg looked up. Daphne had entered the building. She stared shocked at the bodies.
“You killed all those people” she a dit trembling. It wasn’t a question, but an observation. “You’re going to hurt plus people. I can’t let toi do that”
“You can’t handle me. I’m too strong for your” Meg said. She walked towards Daphne and passed her. If she was going to try something Meg could easily take her down.
However, as she passed by, Daphne jumped vers l'avant, vers l’avant and stabbed Meg in her neck with a syringe, containing a red substance.
“Aaaahhh!” Meg gasped and she touched her neck. “What the hell are toi doing?”
But Daphne had left the building and ran for her life.