Elise Cartman is an 18 year old girl who's life completely changed when someone new and unexpected decided to make a show.


4. Chapter 4. Dazed and Confused.


                                                                                             Elise's p.o.v.

  Everything is just seeming to go wrong, be confusing, messing itself up in strange messed up ways. I don't know exactly what to feel anymore, hell, maybe I shouldn't be feeling anymore, maybe its time to shut my humanity off. Damon and Stefan are arguing again over the kiss, which Damon has every right to be mad, but I know he heard what I said and I more than anything meant it. 

"Are you going to get up or just lay in bed all day?" I rolled over to see Damon standing at the foot of the bed dressed in his black jeans but shirtless.

"It's not like I have anything better to do." I mumbled, my groggy morning voice making it hard to talk any louder than a mumble. 

"You know I'm not mad at you right?" he walked over to my side of the bed and knelt down so our faces were level, he smiled the little half smile he does. "It wasn't your doing."

"I was going to tell you either way, you just happened to hear it the way you did." he sighed. 

"I know you would've told me, because I trust you more than I trust him, which is crazy because he's my own brother..... I over heard the part where you talked about Katherine, you know that I don't think you're like her right?" 

"I'd like to think I do." I pulled the blanket up higher to my face, Damon reached up and set his hand lightly on the side of my face. 

"Elise, I love you, and you're one of the first people I have loved like this since Katherine, yes, but something that I feel is important is that you know that I don't think of you as her, I never have. I understand everything you said last night about how it seems to be like between Stefan and I, I don't want things to be like that, I don't want another Katherine." I sighed and he leaned in kissing me lightly on my forehead. "I'm going to make some pancakes, do you want some." I smiled and groaned. 

"You cooking? Oh dear, I'll keep a stool and a fire extinguisher close by." 

"A stool?"

"Yeah a stool, because knowing you it'll end up on the ceiling." 

"Oh shut up!" he chuckled throwing one of the throw pillows from the chest at the foot of the bed at me. "Get up already!" I groaned a little more before throwing the covers off of me and rolling out of the cozy thing called a bed. I walked myself downstairs to see Stefan sitting at the kitchen counter, a coffee and a newspaper in his hands. 

"Hi." He said not looking up from his paper, I ignored him and walked around the island to the stove next to Damon. 

"You know if you're going to make pancakes you should probably butter the pan first.." I looked down at the pancake already in the pan, rapidly developing the gross burnt smell. Damon looked at me, his eyes and facial expression showing signs of sass. 

"You're concerned that pancakes will wind up on the ceiling, but if you don't shut that cute little mouth of yours a pancake will wind up on your face." I rolled my eyes and smiled, reaching up on my tip toes to kiss him on his cheek. Stefan scoffed and got up, leaving the kitchen, the door swinging behind him as he walked out.

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