My eyes flickered open. Had it all been a dream? Had it not worked? I took a deep breath of air and let it fill my lungs before exhaling again. I felt strange, and hungry. I was desperate for food. I sat up and saw Bonnie curled up in the corner of the tomb. I could hear her crying. I went to comfort her, but something beside me caught my eye. Damon was crouched over Katherine, sobbing. Why was he crying over Katherine? Wait…hadn’t I been lying there before the spell…? And Katherine hadn’t been wearing the same clothes as me…I looked down and saw that I was now wearing Katherine’s red tee-shirt and black trousers. And then it hit me. It had WORKED. It. Had. WORKED. I gasped, and Damon looked up from my old, dead body slowly. Tears were wet on his face, and his eyes were full of hatred and malice. He glared at me and his face turned vampire.
“You bitch. Look what you’ve DONE!” he roared and threw himself at me. He smashed me into the broken mural and parts of it tumbled around us. I tried to talk but he had my throat. Without thinking I pushed him away and sent him flying backwards. I gasped. I was strong…? Then I realisation smacked me in the face. If I was Katherine…I was a VAMPIRE. I threw my hand to my mouth and rushed to Damon’s side.
“Oh my God, Damon! Are you ok?” I went to help him up but he pushed me away angrily. He walked away and then stopped. He spun around.
“Di-did you just ask me…if I was ‘ok’?” he looked confused. I nodded, unsure of what he was getting at. “…I mean, you just CARED about me? My feelings…?” he said slowly. I nodded again, still confused. “That must mean that…that it…worked…” he said to himself, gasping. “…Elena…?” he said softly, looking at me, his head cocked to one side.
“…Damon…I can’t believe it worked either…And yes…it’s me,” I replied. He stared at me for a few moments and then his eyebrows furrowed.
“Elena may be in there somewhere, but how can I be sure that it’s not you Katherine, pretending that Elena’s the dominating part of the soul…” he glared at me again.
“Damon, ask me a pergunta that only Elena would know,” I asked. He thought for a moment, but all the while glaring at me.
“Where is my favourite place to escape?” he said questioningly.
“A beautiful hillside that looks down upon a valley. I don’t know exactly where it was because I fell asleep for most of the journey. I still can’t believe you made a picnic, as I honestly didn’t think you were that kind of guy and I-“ but before I could finish my sentence his lips were on mine. It was a desperate kiss at first, as if it had been too long since we had last done this. After a while, it slowed and became passionate and loving. He held my face his hands. As we broke apart he held me close.
“Elena- Oh my God, my dear Elena…” he sobbed as he squeezed me tightly. “…I thought…I’d lost you…” he breathed.