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The Other Elena
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Ok, yeah here is another little story of mine I wrote some time ago. I don't really want to give anything away but this one I actually came up with a title for. here it is:

I awoke to the sound of something tapping on my window.

"Finn, are you awake? I’ve probably woken you up but I need you to let me in. Don’t ask questions just please let me in,"

A voice called put. I immediately recognised it as Elena’s voice. Elena was just someone I knew from my old school. She seemed nice enough, if a little weird, but I’d never really taken all that much time to notice her.

"What the hell?" It was all I could say. It was completely mad of her to turn up here. What was she even thinking?

"Let me in Finn, please,"

"No go away Elena. It’s too early in the morning!"

"I’m not leaving until you let me in or if you take too long I’ll just let myself in,"

"WHAT?"

"Quiet. Don’t wake anyone up, you idiot,"

"I will if I have to, now tell me what the hell are you doing here?’ "I will answer when you let me in. Just let me in. Please,"

"The answer is no. Go home,"

"I can’t really go there Finn, you don’t understand. Just please let me in,"

"No way!" I was not going to let her in. This was crazy. Elena was weird enough before this but now she was even crazier. She was either to quiet or insane, but the first has increased in recent years.

"Just let me in, Finn now. You have to let me in. You don’t get this at all. So now please just open the freaking window and let me in!"

"No, I will not. Just go away Elena. You are seriously crazy."
"I’m not crazy," voice was scarily cold. I imagined that her face was in its generic scowl. She often frowned. Rarely did she smile.

"Just let me in Finn. You need to let me in. Come and look at me. Maybe then you’ll change your mind,"

I was just lying in my bed at the time, too lazy to get up and look at her. But now she’d sparked my curiosity. I got up and walked over to the window.

"Finally," She sighed.

"Don’t count on this to make me let you in,"

"I am actually,"

What a freak. I got closer to the window and nearly fell over. Her face looked different somehow, something was off. I must be in plain sight but I couldn’t see it. She looked like the Elena I’d seen only days ago at the train station (strangely enough we go to the same one). Looking at her face closely, I realised it was her eyes that caught my eye. They were bright blue instead of the dull hazel blue I knew. Then I saw her mouth.

From her top lip, two tiny teeth poked out, making dimples on her bottom lip. Fangs. What the hell? I must be dreaming. That was the only explanation I could come up with to justify those fangs.

"Will you let me in now?"

"No I won’t," But the words were completely contradictory to what I was doing. I was opening the window. That you, I was getting a bit impatient there," She climbed in.

"What are you doing here? Seriously,"

"I’m hungry and I came to ask if I could borrow you neck, well actually that, and I need to hide for a while,"

What the hell?

Was she actually a vampire of just crazy?

"I’m not crazy Finn. You should know better than that. And yes, I am a vampire. The fangs should be enough to convince you,"

She looked completely normal form this angle. Her eyes were hidden from my view and her mouth firmly shut, fangs hidden.

"Vampire? Seriously?" I looked at her cynically, "You are nuts. If you are going to be a monster, why not something a bit more original?"

"I’m not lying here. I’ve told me fair share of lies, prehaps more but in this instance, I’m telling the truth,"

She didn’t really look like a Vampire at all. With her slightly

Olive-ish skin, plain brown hair and normally hazel blue eyes, Elena looked normal.

"Normal, Finn? Seriously, I am not at all that good,"

"What’s with that?"

"With what?"

"You know, guessing my thoughts,"

"I’m NOT guessing,"

"Really prove it,"

"Think of something I can’t possibly know about you,"

"Ok," I didn’t believe her but I went along with her anyway, thinking about the piles of shoeboxes full of books hidden in my wardrobe. It was something I hadn’t told anyone before. Well anyone who doesn’t need to know.

"Seriously? In shoeboxes?" she raised an eyebrow. "They’re too awful for that. I mean Jane Eyre. Really Finn,"

"How did you do that?"

"You’re the ‘genius’. You tell me,"

She shrugged.

"What are you doing here anyway? Will you answer me now?"

"Yes. I already told you. I’m hungry and you just happened to be the closest person. So I’d appreciate it of you don’t put up too much of a fight and I’m hiding from the Tanners," she added the last bit quickly, like it didn’t even matter.

"But aren’t they your family? That makes no sense and anyway why do you call them that and not mum and dad?"

"Because they aren’t" was her curt reply.

"What?" I’d said that word a lot tonight and I had a felling it wasn’t going to be the last time.

"My parents died years ago,"

"WHAT?" I said again. That made no sense; the Tanners were obviously her biological family. Elena looked eerily like her mum.

"I’m hundreds of years old actually," she said it like it wasn’t an important detail.

"How is that possible? I’ve seen you grow up and I’ve seen you young,"

"Well that’s where it gets complicated… you see the Elena Tanner you knew died… suicide actually, she was in a real bad place, that’s was about a year ago. It just happened that she was my great-great-great-great-great-great ect… grandniece. She looked exactly like me so I assumed her place, I saw her die. Nobody else did and I intercepted the suicide note she left so nobody would find out I’m not her,"

I couldn’t take this in. Elena was dead? How? Why? I realised if this isn’t Elena then who actually is her great by however many times, aunt is Elena even her real name?

"My name is Elena too. It was pure luck we got the same name,"

"Why did she kill herself?" I wanted to know why she died. Sure Elena was a bit quiet but I didn’t actually think she was that depressed. She’s dead my mind couldn’t really wrap itself around the concept. It was all too confusing.

""She was really depressed after what happened a few years ago, the last year you even went to school together. She couldn’t take it all, the pain became too much for her,"

This other Elena face grew sad, she looked freakishly similar to the Elena I knew, down to the tiniest of details.

"Well not every detail," Elena held up her arm. There was a long pink scar on it. She also bushed her hair aside revealing a pair of circular scars. Fang marks.

""Your right, they are made my fangs and a scratch from my creator/ I was born in the era of the return of the plague in England. I got infected an almost died. Well, I would have if it wasn’t for my doctor, he was a vampire too. I know it sound too much like that awful lot like something out of Twilight but it is true. I ‘died’ and became something else. After that, I followed my family closely; making sure I knew where they were. I followed the side that eventually became her father’s. The family name hasn’t changed since the time I was alive. It’s been Tanner all these years. Cool huh?"

"What the hell?" I said stupidly, I didn’t really know what else to say. I’d found out all of this crap, Vampires were real, Elena was dead (the one I knew) and this vampire one had taken her place.

"I know you’re confused, but it had to be explained sometime. The tanners were starting to notice I was different. It was in their minds but they never voiced anything,"

"Anything else I need to know?"

"She really did like you."

"Who?"

"Elena, she liked you, before she died, her journals always talked about you,"

I vaguely remembered a rumour about that, some other girl had told me but I’d never really believed it. Elena wasn’t the sort of person I’d ever taken much notice of. Sure I’d talked to her a bit and she seemed ok but I’d never thought about her like that at all. And anyway, was a few short conversations ever enough to make someone like you?

"Yes actually, she liked you all that time. Sadly your cluelessness hurt more that a flat out rejection. The straw that broke the camel’s back as they say,"

"Really you aren’t kidding me?"

"Nope,"

"Well I don’t know what to say,"

"Anyway, while I’m here, can I borrow you neck for a moment. I’m thirsty,"

"Wha-" I’d almost forgotten she was vampire. Of course she’d need blood. But I’d kind of taken to theory that Vampires didn’t drink human blood.

"Don’t worry, you won’t die. I just need a quick sip. It won’t hurt for more than a moment,"

"Um… No. I’m not going to be bitten by you,"

"Please? I’m really thirsty," her eyes turned bright blue again and I knew it would be better to say yes now before she actually made me offer my neck unwillingly.

"Thank you," She stepped closer to me and I tilted my head to one side rather awkwardly because I’d-obviously- never been bitten by a vampire before and I really didn’t know what to do.

"Don’t worry you’ll be fine,"

"Ok…"

She brushed the few stray strand of my hair back, leaned closer towards my neck, fangs fully exposed. She looked kind of beautiful from this angle. Beautiful? Where the hell did that come from? I shook off the thought. I’d never thought of Elena as beautiful but I was determined to not let this new Elena clone change my mind now. Or so I told myself. I felt her fangs touch my skin and her mouth close down as they broke the skin on my neck. The pain was intense for a second, but replace with a calming feeling. I felt seriously relaxed. My eyelids drooped and I was almost asleep again when I felt it fade.

"Finn?"

"Yeah?" I said sleepily.

"Good, you’re ok. I was worried for a second there," she sighed and let go of me. Elena had ended up holding me in her arms, like a twisted version of an embrace, as she drank.

"Oh sorry, I tend to get caught up in the moment. I didn’t realise how thirst I was,"

"Don’t worry. I’m fine," but as I spoke, I swayed dizzily and collapsed on my bed.

"Crap, Sorry. I’ll get you something from the kitchen,"

And then seconds later, she was back with a sleeve of rice crackers in her hands.

"Here you go. Eat,"

She held out the crackers and I ate then greedily, the fatigue wearing off as I ate.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I should get rid of the bite marks,"

She bit her tongue and let a few drops of blood fall onto her outstretched index finger in from of her mouth. Quickly, she touched the wounds and then tiny sting I hadn’t realised was there, faded. I felt a bit more awake after this, and then something occurred to me.

"Why come here? What did I do to make you come here?"

"Nothing, I guess looks aren’t the only thing I share with Elena," she said, shrugging her shoulders. This Elena was weird. I didn’t get it.

"You might one day. Anyway, I have to go, Bye Finn. I Might see you later. Elena walked over to the window and climbed out.

"Bye Elena," I said to her, and then mostly to myself, "who are you?"

I watched as she disappeared into the night.

Like it? This has a couple extra stories(some are prequels and others are sequels) tied to which i will be posting soon.

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