Elena.

Dear Diary, My name is Elena Gilbert. I’m 17 years old and I’m human. I’ve dealt with death, loss & pain more than anyone ever should.. But I’m still here, I survived & I keep on surviving. » I keep writing. » Welcome to my crazy, beautiful life:

Merry Christmas, Mystic Falls.

@noblexne »my neck. Vervain. As if my subconscious mind aimed to find comfort in what little protection such a trinket could offer in a situation where I was otherwise powerless. Taking a breath to steady my own nerves. “We can talk.” Curious about what he’d possibly want to talk about.

@noblexne »was little I could do to stop it. He hasn’t though so I chose to trust him. I swallowed, my eyes softening and my pulse calming as I nodded softly. “Alright, Elijah. . .” My hand lifts almost of its own accord, fingers toying absentmindedly with the necklace dangling from»

@noblexne »kitchen, I used the distraction to slide away with Elijah. Finding a place we could speak hopefully without being over heard. I kept my voice down just in case. Elijah has been known to be friend and foe. . Sometimes, I wasn’t sure which he was. Like now. . . “Don’t hurt them.”

@noblexne “Elijah. . .” My eyes widened in surprise and worry. My thoughts racing like my pulse. I hadn’t expected to see Elijah Mikaelson standing in my living room and yet. . . Here he was. I didn’t know why he was here but I doubted it was good. As Jeremy and Jenna went into the»

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@DoppelQueenK GIF Starter: “Katherine. . .”

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You’re not planning on killing anyone, are you?

Don’t mind me, I’ll just be here drinking my coffee and hoping no one dies today.

[[I hadn’t expected to find myself at the Salvatore boarding house but here I was. Taking a slow and steadying breath, I closed my eyes for a moment before allowing my knuckles to tap against the thick wooden door. ]]

@Volcranium I had been distracted, so focused on looking at something else that I hadn’t even noticed him. Or maybe, he wasn’t even there to begin with. His voice however was familiar, causing my blood to run cold. I gulped softly before turning towards him, “. . . Klaus. . .”

Well, if it isn't Elena Gilbert.

»I swallowed deeply before my knuckles met the solid wood. It would only be a matter of time before Stefan, Damon, Jeremy, Bonnie or Caroline realize I’m gone. It was Only a matter of time before they come to find me. I needed to be long gone before that.

»if I have to choose who dies, I’d choose me every time. I didn’t want to die but I wanted them to live more. So here I was, surrendering myself. I didn’t know what fate awaited me behind these doors but I knew if I waited any longer, I would never be able to go through with it»

@TheAllureOfDark Starter: What choice did I have really? Whatever cruel twist of fate this was my blood had signed and sealed it before it was even my blood to give. It was the curse of the doppelgänger I guess. Unlike Katherine, I refused to let the ones I love die for me. »

Here we go again.

@benignantwits “They’ve got quite the collection.”

@DoppelDiaries "Is his bourbon good?" He asked as he tilted his head.

I miss my best friends. And stealing Damon’s bourbon.