It only took a few seconds for Elena to reach her house and that actually made her smile. God, if there was one thing that she truly loved about this whole vampire thing it was the speed! It was a lot of fun to use this new ability and it helped her to try and see a few positive points about being a vampire. By now it was finally starting to get easier for Elena to accept what it was. She couldn’t pretend to be happy about it, but the last three days made it very clear; She was still herself, vampire or not. She could always be herself as long as she continued to fight to hold onto her humanity, as long as she found the right diet for herself. Maybe she could make it through eternity, even if she missed the options she’d lost, even if she’d always miss them.
Elena walked up the stairs and grabbed a few things she’d probably need, though the whole ‘bring a change of clothes’ thing confused her a little. She had absolutely no idea what Damon planned on doing, she couldn’t really imagine that he wanted to have some kind of a slumber party with her even if Elena seemed to be the new queen of those. She left her room again and walked back into the living room, getting a piece of paper and a pen so she could leave a note for Jeremy…. She didn’t know if he was going to come home, things were tense between them, but if he did she wanted him to know that she was still there. That she didn’t just leave and move out without telling him a thing about it.
She eventually left her house again, hesitating for a few moments. Did she want to take the car or did she want to run? She decided to go with the latter so she moved her bag over her shoulder, starting to run toward the Salvatore Mansion.
It felt a little awkward to head there when she avoided the place for months and she could only hope that Stefan wasn’t there too. Elena still cared about Stefan, she wanted them to be friends, but some distance was nice for now. They were more like strangers than anything else and she wasn’t sure what to do about it yet. It was a little different with Damon, even if people like Caroline and Tyler judged her for this. He killed Matt, she was supposed to be angry, but she was tired of it. She didn’t want to feel hatred and honestly? He seemed to be the only person of her old friends that wanted to fix this. He didn’t return and push her away, he didn’t turn his humanity off, he was just…. there. Elena forced these thoughts out of her mind and she stopped running once she reached the Mansion, knocking on the door. She was almost curious to know what Damon planned on doing, but whatever it was she’d try to let him cheer her up. He was right, they had to stop being so sad.