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Stefan took a seat at a small table outside Café du Monde and flipped open the newspaper to the housing section. He scanned the ads, circling any that piqued his interest. Though he was eager to find Elena as soon as possible, with the sun high in the sky she wouldn't be out roaming the streets. He had time to spare and didn't intend to waste it searching all over town when a bit of careful planning would increase his chances of finding her. The waitress returned and placed a plate of beignets in front of him. They were almost white from the layers of icing sugar dusting their tops. "Here you are," she said with a warm smile, "and he

It was hours before her senses slowly began to return. The scent of aged leather was fresh in her nose and she noticed the weight of Damon's jacket draped over her body. Her eyes stubbornly refused to open and for a moment she just listened. The car engine was humming beneath her feet and every so often a car would zip past her window. Beneath those sounds, she could make out the faint melody of Damon singing along with the radio. Finally cracking an eye, she glanced over at him drumming the steering wheel with his fingertips. "Ke$ha? Really?" she muttered with just the slightest hint of derision. Unfazed by her censure, Damon's lips lifte

The silence that followed spoke more loudly than any words could have. She looked into Stefan's eyes and saw the uncertainty there, an awareness that something was going on that he wasn't privy to. It was still a tiny seed, not yet bloomed into full-fledged suspicion, but it was there and seeing it made her mind go blank. Her mouth opened and then closed again. She wasn't ready to give him an answer, or even a confession. Stefan's brow furrowed and he reached for her. "I thought you went to go find the witch." Damon's snide comment cut the tension and Stefan's hand dropped away. They both turned to look at him and Elena's shoulders sagged w

Morning came and the Salvatore Rooming House was quiet. Damon sauntered down the stairs and into the kitchen. To his surprise Stefan was already up and sipping a cup of coffee at the island. "Long night?" he quipped, reaching for a mug. Stefan gave him a long look before nodding. "Yeah. You could say that." "Did she make up her mind?" Stefan shook his head and set down his cup. He'd barely touched the steaming dark brew inside. "I've been trying to think of what I can do with her today. It's her last day alive and I can't think of a single way to make this easier on her." Damon let out a heavy sigh and settled next to his brother on a

Sword of Supreme Conquest - Chapter 33 – It was an unseasonably hot day for spring. The lush green grass bent low in the slight breeze and tickled her cheeks, bringing with it the warm scent of freshly blooming flowers. With a contented sigh she stretched her arms out to either side, enjoying the earth's cool touch against her heated skin. She couldn't have imagined a more perfect day. After so many months hibernating beneath the winter snows the earth was finally coming alive and she was being resurrected right along with it. Her dark eyes were trained on the fluffy white clouds dotting the sky overhead and she continued the game she'