Sweet dreams are made of these...

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elena gilbert

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Before you open your eyes, you’ll hear three things. The first is the steady chime (ding, ding, ding), indicating the keys are still in the ignition of a car. The second is the sound of an idled engine of the car. The third is the continued whir and scrape of windshield wipers against the pitter patter of some light rain.]

[As you might have guessed from the sounds, when you open your eyes, you find yourself in the passenger seat of a car at night. There's a light fog just beyond the windows. Airbags both in the unoccupied driver’s side and your side of the car have been deployed. Although you can’t exactly see, (the windshield’s taken a little bit of a battering), the front end of the car has been smashed against railing of a bridge. Fortunately, the car isn't threatening to teeter into water below. You are alone inside the car, but given that the driver’s side door is open, it’s safe to say that someone else might be around.]

[If you look in the rearview, you’ll notice the trunk is open. You’re free to get out of the car to investigate or continue looking around inside as there’s plenty to look at. In fact, hanging from said rearview is a necklace. Resting on the dashboard between the driver and passenger side is a pale, smooth stone the size of about a bar of soap. You also have the option of looking in the glove compartment and rummaging around. If you turn to look in the backseat, you'll notice a ball.]

[mylegacy]

[The car is more modern than what he's used to, but compared to the technology on the Fleet, it's nothing. He puts it at several decades ahead of him at least, which means - it could belong to almost anyone, since most people here seem to come from late twentieth to early twenty-first century earth. The sleuthing, it does nothing.]

[He should probably be more alarmed that the car's crashed, but - well. This is sort of his life now, so it only registers once he notices the driver's side is unoccupied. Craning his neck to look out the back window, he doesn't see anyone immediately, so he starts digging around in the glove compartment, just in case there's any identifying information.]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Unfortunately, there's no sign of any paperwork inside the glove compartment that would give away the owner or anybody related to the owner. In fact, it looks a little bit like a junk drawer (there's a an empty styrofoam cup in there for crying out loud) with the exception of a clearly visible ring and a blank diary. These things might give away the owner.]

[mylegacy]

[Okay, well, so much for that . . . the other things in the glove compartment look a little too personal for him to dig around in too much. He stays well away from the diary, because that's way too personal and he can't tell from the outside that it's blank. The most innocuous thing he sees is the cup, so he reaches for that and, with an expression of mild disgust, looks inside to see if it's got any liquid left inside (because if it does he is cleaning out the glove compartment before he leaves this calibration room, goddamnit).]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[When Caesar looks inside the cup, it's not actually all that empty. As the scene plays out, all other sensory information from the car and the surrounding area abruptly can no longer reach Caesar. What he sees in the bottom of the cup seems as real as can be, but there's nothing he can do to stop any of it. He's simply along for the ride.]

[But when it comes to an end and Stefan attacks Elena, her screams likely echoing in Caesar's ears, he'll find himself forced to look up again and the sight and sounds of the car will come rushing back in. There's a soft groan in the backseat. Elena is lying there, looking nearly exactly as she did in the memory. Nearly because there's a near-deathly pallor to her skin now and she's visibly having a hard time opening her eyes. The wound at her neck has been bandaged, but there's a tube in her arm leading into a blood bag on the floor that says Mystic Falls Hospital. The blood, however, isn't being transfused to her. It's being taken.]

[mylegacy]

[The scene that flashes before his eyes in the bottom of the cup, it makes him go tense all at once. He's got the urge in him to reach for a weapon and strike out, but there's nothing to hand. So he has to just sit through it, sit through the memory without fighting back, and he knows what it is and he knows who she is and he can't do anything to protect her.]

[There's a moment, when he emerges from the memory, when he could go one of two ways. He could be aggressive, or he could be protective. The second he sees her, the switch is flipped; his eyes widen in horror and he twists around so he's halfway into the backseat, kneeling on the console, one hand on her cheek and one on the tube.]

Elena. Elena, hey, look at me. I have to pull this out, all right? Tell me that's okay.

[stefanged]

[Something about this car feels too familiar. Stefan's not sure why, as he opens his eyes and glances out the window. Fog isn't exactly a familiar feeling. Still, the car's not in great shape and... and his stomach starts to sink as he looks up at the rearview mirror.]

Elena...?

[He would know that necklace anywhere, considering how often it's been popping up in his own memories. He shouldn't, he really really shouldn't, but he unbuckles his seatbelt and reaches out to touch it. She can't exactly wear it anymore, unless he takes the vervain out, but she'd appreciate the thought. Right?]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Upon touching the necklace, Stefan finds himself no longer sitting in the car and the necklace is gone from his hands. Instead, he's seated on Elena's bed watching a scene unfold between Elena and Damon. When she sits on the corner, she turns to look at him. When she makes eye contact with him, the bedroom slips away and Elena is seated on the hood of the car, still in her pajamas. Her breath fogs a little in the night air, but she doesn't seem particularly bothered by the rain.]

[She smiles, faintly, at Stefan and plays with necklace which is still around her neck. She tips her head, looking at him expectantly.]

[stefanged]

[Damon... loved Elena? Damon loved her, but stepped aside for Stefan's sake? Is that why Salvatore broke up with her, to let his brother have a shot at the girl they loved? It doesn't hit him until he's in the car again - this is what would've happened, if Olette hadn't been in his life. (God, he has never been so grateful for a responsible kid sister before.)

He's not sure what to say at first. My brother loved you? Except 'my brother' feels just as foreign as this memory, and it takes him a couple of seconds to find the words he's really looking for...

In the end, he settles for, right as he returns to the hood of the car and sees her there,] Hey.

[He goes ahead and meets her, climbing out of the car if he's still inside.] Everything okay?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[She watches him as he climbs out of the car, legs swinging a little over the edge of the hood. She scoots over a little and pats the spot beside her for him to join her.]

Of course it is. Everything worked out. [She smiles a little wider, brighter. Looking for all the world like a young girl in love. She couldn't look more at ease; as though she's not sitting on a mess of a car right now.] You're here. Why wouldn't it be?

[stefanged]

[Stefan shoots her a confused glance as he sits down beside her.]

For starters, your car's a total wreck. [He turns his gaze to the edge of the bridge, and of course, at the water below them. He knows this bridge, and he sure doesn't like it. Stefan remembered what happened the first time, that fateful night...

Then again, and how she had insisted on him saving Donovan. Salvatore flip-flops on regretting that choice. He didn't want to listen, but he had.]

Elena, I... wait. Everything worked out?

[mordedura]

[Santanico doesn't have a lot of experience with cars, other than having spent the last month in Rickie's car driving around, following leads. This is much different. For one thing the car is wrecked. For another there seems to be no driver.

Or not one she can see just yet.

A necklace catches her attention from the rearview mirror and she leans up to take it off, wanting to explore it more closely.]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[When Santanico touches the necklace, she'll find herself sitting on a bed and watching a scene unfold. She can't say or do anything to interrupt as it plays out, but when it's over and Elena sits back down on the bed, she'll find herself abruptly back inside the car and without the necklace as it's now around Elena's neck.]

[Elena is now sitting on the undamaged part of the hood rather than the corner of her bed, playing with her necklace. She looks up after a few seconds at Santanico through the windshield and slides off the hood. She steps around to the passenger side door, waiting for her to either open it or roll down the window to speak. She's still in her PJs and her breath fogs in the night air, but she doesn't seem perturbed by any of it.]

You're okay, right?

[mordedura]

[It makes Santanico sick to her stomach, watching that man play with the girl's mind in the name of "love". As if love should operate under such manipulative natures.

(Sure, she's gotten into Richie's head but she would never say it was out of love.)

And then suddenly she's in the car again and Elena's voice jars her a little.]

I'm fine. [She gets out of the car now.]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena's not entirely sure she's convinced, but she nods all the same. Nosiness can rub people the wrong way even if it's well-intentioned.]

Have we met before?

[mordedura]

Not directly. [They've only ever talked over the network.]

[deshabille]

[Well. Cars are clearly extremely stupid, she thinks, unfolding herself from the passenger's seat and stretching out in the night air. Rain lands in her hair light and misty, and she shakes her head like a dog, irritated by the sensation.]

[This whole thing is stupid. But at least most of the things in the car sort of makes sense, now that she's looking at it as a whole - except for the ball. What the hell?]

[And of course she reaches into the backseat to touch it. Have you met her?]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Once Mal picks the ball up, she'll find herself standing in a basement. It's not until the notebook is set down that she'll find herself once more outside the car, holding the ball. It might seem at first as though she's still alone, but if she looks into the car again, she'll see Elena's sitting in the driver's seat. She's turned with her feet down on the road, head in in her hands and a little slumped over. She's just feeling a little woozy is all as she slowly stands up, using the car door as a guide.]

[She hasn't noticed Mal herself just yet.]

[deshabille]

. . . Elena.

[Your heroic vampire friends.]

[It's funny; she doesn't really consider herself to be a hero. Just a person, which, all things considered, is a lot already. She was never supposed to be a person; she never hated herself, but she did come to an understanding of what she was, the role she played in the world and in the food chain. She was a monster, and an archaic, outdated one. A relic of a dying age.]

[So she adapted. But now - well, she doesn't think she's a hero, and she isn't even sure she's Elena's friend. But she isn't a total asshole, either, so she comes around the front of the car and steadies Elena with a hand on her shoulder.]

Not a good driver, are we? [Weak, Mal. Weak.]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena turns slowly to look at the car behind her and then at Mal. She smiles faintly.]

At least I didn't end up in the water this time... [She feels a little bad at making the joke, but honestly? This bridge and her just do not get along.] I'm guessing you didn't bring something to eat.

[Because boy that would help staying upright.]

[deshabille]

Hm. No.

[Not any kind of something to eat, although really she isn't sure what Elena's asking for. Vampires. What a mess.]

I can help you walk somewhere, if you want.

[versusnurture]

[She doesn't know this place, but when you spend enough time with someone . . . well, she knows this story, and she's heard about this bridge, and there's a certain inevitability that sinks into the pit of her stomach as the rain patters and the wiper blades swish.]

[It takes her a little longer than it should, therefore, to slip out of the passenger's seat and find her feet on the asphalt. Once she does - well, there's only one choice for her. She takes a few quick steps away from the car, cups her hands around her mouth, and calls:]

Elena?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Abigail's voice carries far when she calls out, but there's no response. Outside the noises from the car and the rain, there's not a sound. It's just another quiet night out on Wickery Bridge. There's likewise no movement outside the flow of the river down below the bridge. Wherever Elena is right now, it's not exactly within shouting distance.]

[versusnurture]

[Damn. All right. This is stupid. Maybe there's something in the glove compartment. Maybe a weapon. Maybe?]

[She sits back down in the seat and pulls it open, rummaging around for anything useful.]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

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