The End Is Only The Beginning (A Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction)

Decisions of the Heart (4/5 till FINALE!!!)

Chapter 39 (4/5 till Finale) -

Elena’s P.O.V

I took my chance at escape, knowing that they’d understand my need to get away. Singing The Only Exception was probably the wrong thing to do, especially with Damon sitting right there on the couch. Watching me. My eyes wouldn’t leave his, it was like they had a mind of their own, and they wanted to be stuck there.

I decided I’d go to the Grill first for some extra Dutch courage. I walked in, feeling rough and most likely looking it too. I tried looking like I was purposefully going for the au natural look, but probably failed, because I could hear two of the Grill’s resident old lady gossipers whispering about how ‘hungover’ I looked. Well ladies, I’m not hungover! I’m still as drunk as a skunk, so put that in your charity shop bought ‘antique’ pipe and smoke it!

I stumbled up to the bar, almost disabling myself on a bar stool, before sitting down and waiting. The ‘slow’ bartender was on his shift again now, so I fluttered my eyelashes and still managed to get a free glass of bourbon. God he must be blind, poor man.

I downed the thing, not bothering to ‘savour the taste’ as Damon would say. I held the glass up, and waved it around slightly with a small smile on my face, and my chest pushed out, and lo and behold Skippy refilled my glass. Wow, I was turning into a slightly nicer version of Katherine. Shoot me now.

“No one should drink alone, especially you of all people, Elena.” A soft, familiar voice said from behind me.

“And if you were looking for an invitation, ‘Mom’ then go look elsewhere.” I said, glancing at her as she took a seat anyway.

“Well I love you too, sweetheart.” She replied, tersely.

“What do you want? A free drink?” I questioned, laughing.

“No. Actually, I know what happened-”

“That bastard! That’s the last time I tell John anything!” I continued to curse under my breath, until she laughed.

“Like mother, like daughter. Despite prior belief, Elena, I do care about you, and as your mother I’m here for you.” Even though my initial reaction would’ve been to laugh in her face, because of how ridiculous those words sounded coming out of her mouth; the look on her face was one hundred percent serious. I nodded, and waved Skippy over again. He brought the bottle and I smiled at him.

“Refill for me, and a glass for my…mom please.”

“…okay. Coming up.” He said.

We sat and drank, talking about what an idiot Damon is, how much we both despise John for being a sneak, how even though Katherine is a bitch we both knew that there was some good inside her somewhere, and how sorry she was for giving me up.

That one had stumped me. I didn’t know that Isobel had the capacity to care.

“As much as I regret giving you up, you wouldn’t be the person you are now, have the things you have, have the friendships, the people in your life that you have now that are vital to your future. Which is another thing you wouldn’t have had if I had kept you; a future,” Isobel sighed, before downing another glass of bourbon. Then she looked at her empty glass then at me gulping down the remnants of my own drink.

“Why are you drinking bourbon anyway?”

“Reminds me of Damon. The smell. He smells of bourbon and something else, but I can never put my finger on it.”

“You have to forget about him, Elena. I’ve been shown your future, and as much as it will hurt, he’s not in it.” She said, taking hold of my hand. I snatched it away. It would hurt, and that’s why I’m not letting it happen, I decide.