Story is set in late Season Two. This story was donated to breast cancer by Summer Fairy. Story requests begin at $1, see my profile for more information. I'm willing to write all types of fun for you. =)

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Did they tell you, you should grow up? When you wanted to dream...
Did they warn you? Better shape up, if you want to succeed.
I don't know about you, who are they talking to?

They're not talking to me.

I'm higher than high... lower than deep.
I'm doing it wrong... singing along.

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There's too much anticipation building for the arrival of the Big Bad Klaus. I'm so over it.

I just hate waiting around for the fucker to show up. Let's do this already. There's been rumors for the past few days about 'the feared one' making tracks to the quaint little town of Mystic Falls. I've never wanted time to move quicker in my undead life!

It's an understatement to say that everyone is on edge - like all the fucking time. We've gone over the plan, so many times that all of us could recite it backwards or in sign language at this point. As Elena would so sweetly say about me, I'm about to snap.

Yet no matter how much we 'prepare' for the showdown, nobody actually feels prepared. There's just too many questions, too many worries. I try and stay out it, but I can't, it's impossible to not get sucked in.

Will the fucker kidnap Elena before I get the chance to rescue her? Does Judgy have the strength to do the spell without dying? Will The Evil Sluts (Katherine & Isobel) betray me? Does my little brother stand a chance against real vamps? Does Barbie even trust me? What about Ric-, ugh, there I go again. How did I get roped into worrying about stupid humans? Oh, right, I had to fall in love with one... fuck my life.

It's a very, very lovely night, much like last night and the night before that (catch the sarcasm). I'm perched on the tree outside of Elena's bedroom for the seventeenth night in a row. Why didn't Stef think of watching her round the clock? I just don't get it.

I don't care if Klaus needs an invitation to get through the front door, I'm going to make sure that he doesn't get in. These Original vampires seem to come full of tricks, throwing the regular vamp rulebook out the window.

By now, I find Elena's routine to be predictable in every way after watching her for so many nights. She usually takes a shower around eleven, then comes back into her room dressed in pajamas (why never a towel?) and after examines her body in the mirror, likely checking for any imperfections as teenage girls are prone to do. In my eyes, she's perfect, of course.

After Elena finishes moisturizing or whatever that's called, she turns the lights off in the room and climbs into her humble yet cozy bed. It's usually past one by this point, but she never falls asleep right away. Instead she writes in her diary using the light of her bedside lamp. Gilberts and diaries, some things never do change, huh?

Her diary entries are lasting longer and longer as the nights go by; leaving me to wonder about what's got her so worked up to write that much. I hope her scribbles aren't all 'I want to die. I'm going to die. I don't want die' and wish for something along the lines of 'Why does Damon have to be so hot?' - eh, wishful thinking.

While I should be relieved that it's another boring night of watching her, it doesn't change the fact that it's boring. When I first started coming over here I thought I'd get to see or learn about something juicy. Is it really so much to ask, to catch her having an erotic dream? Or better yet, hear her touching herself? Nope. None of that. Instead I get screams of fear from her. The first time she screamed, I jumped from the branch in a panic. I shortly realized that she woke up from a nightmare. It took Jeremy all but 30 seconds to coming rushing in to aid her. If she wasn't wearing vervain, I'd be willing to compel her nightmares away. That would make everything better and everyone would be able to sleep a little lighter.

Elena is still writing in her diary.

Fuck. This is so boring.

Maybe I should ask Stef to pick up a babysitting shift? She's his girlfriend after all, I frown, the words leaving a bad taste in my mouth.

I stop thinking about Elena and my baby brother together and continue to watch her patiently.

Elena's Diary

"I never asked for my life to get this complicated. It would be easy to blame the Salvatore brothers for bringing this supernatural stuff into my life, but it's not that simple. Wouldn't have Katherine shown up anyway? Out of all the people I've talked to, it seems like she knew the most about Klaus looking for me. And I've hardly forgotten about Rose either. What if she had managed to kidnap me? It's hard to imagine not having Damon... And Stefan around to rescue me. So, no, I can't regret meeting the brothers. They didn't wish for any of this to happen. It's out of their control.

I just hate feeling this trapped as if there's no way out of this situation. I don't like the fact that I'm tied down to so-called fate. I've never believed in fate. I'm all about free will. I want to make my own decisions, but I can't. Every time I try and make my own decision, it just backfires on me. Everyone has been keeping such a close eye on me. It's only getting worse too. I'm surprised that I'm allowed to sleep alone. While I appreciate their concern, I hate being placed on this pedestal. I seriously feel more like a treasured item than a person.

I can't even remember the last I did something I wanted. How sad is that? I don't recognize myself anymore.

There used to be a time in my life where I did whatever I wanted... without worrying about consequences. I used to be free. I never used to care about the opinions of others. Did that make me selfish? I guess, looking back, I was pretty selfish. It was fun, fun for a long time, until that night that I decided to go to the party... I still think about that night. Sometimes I flashback to that night in my nightmares, it always ends the same way. Damn. If only... If I hadn't gotten so drunk, my parents would still be alive right now.

Ugh, no more depressing thoughts! I have to stop this vicious cycle in my head. It's sickening. There's nothing I can do about their deaths. They're not coming back to me. Or to Jeremy.

It's hard to not feel like the worst sister in the world. He should hate me. He's been so good to me lately and that only makes me feel more guilty about my past decisions.

I just... I feel like I can't breathe, but this time it's so much worst. I feel like my heart is about to explode. This is too much for me. I need to get out of here!"

Outside of her window, I'm currently at war with myself. I can hear her accelerated heartbeat and then the sound of her diary dropping to her floor. The pen rolls off the comforter next.

Elena's hand is on her chest. She looks scared. I don't know if I should rush in and find out what's wrong.

What if she's having a cardiac arrest? A seizure? I know human hearts. Her heart sounds wrong. The beats sound just like when my victim is aware of what's going to happen, right before I go in for the kill.

Just as I convince myself to go in and help her, she completely startles me by jumping out of bed. I'm baffled watching her race out of her pajamas, in turn giving me a fleeting glimpse of lacy underwear. She grabs a pair of discarded jeans to shimmy into. But she doesn't turn my way as she changes her shirt and throws on a jacket. I watch as she reaches high into her closet to grab something. It looks like sticks? She puts them in her back pocket. Yeah... I have no fucking clue about what's going on right now.

I'm expecting her to open the door and leave the house, but she doesn't. I'm expecting her to call Stef, but she doesn't. I stare at her standing fully dressed in the middle of her bedroom. This is getting weird.

So when she walks straight over to the window, I choke on an unneeded breath. I stay very still as she opens the window. I'm wondering if she figured out that I've been watching her. Yet she doesn't even look at me. She barely looks at the tree at all.

My mouth drops a bit as I watch her swing over the window. I'm fully prepared to save her if she slips. With graceful expertise she closes her bedroom window and climbs down the side of her house using the vine railing.

Shit.

What do I do now? Do I go down there and confront her? Or do I follow her? I know Elena is going to be pissed off if she finds out that I've been watching her bedroom. I'll be a dead man, no pun intended.

I roll my eyes and decide to follow her. I figure, why not? My natural curiosity is getting the better of me. My best guess is that she's going to the boarding house, but then why didn't she just drive there? Or ask Stef to pick her up? She knows that he'd come to get her. We're nocturnal, even human-wannabe vampires like my brother.

Whatever, I'll find out what she's up to soon enough. I continue to follow her as she walks the two mile journey, in the direction of the boarding house

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Did I ask you for attention? When affection is what I need...

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: Would love to hear your guesses about where Elena is going in the middle of the night. Part 2/3 next. Vic (Summer Fairy) is an author too. Check out her stories. Be Good & Review!

Song Fic: Twilight Galaxy by Metric (Death To The Throne Remix)