Fallout

Elena's hands trembled as she clutched her phone, dialing Caroline's number first. The moment her friend's voice came through, the sobs she had been holding back all night broke free. She had spent hours lying awake, haunted by the rush of emotions and memories that Damon had forced upon her. The betrayal, the desire, the raw intensity—it was too much.

"Elena?" Caroline's voice was laced with concern.

"I—I can't… Caroline, I don't know what to do," Elena choked out between sobs.

Within an hour, Caroline and Bonnie arrived at her door, their faces painted with worry. Elena barely managed to recount everything, her voice cracking as she told them about the memories—how Damon had shown her things she was never meant to see, how her heart had twisted in pain and confusion with every stolen moment he revealed.

Bonnie sat beside her, holding her hand tightly. "Elena, I want to be here for you, but… I have a hard time believing Leon would do something like that. I mean, his house is like Jenna's second home"

Not to mention, Bonnie couldn't shake all the good he has done for her separated and dysfunctional family.

Elena turned to her, hurt flashing in her eyes. "You don't believe me?"

Caroline exhaled sharply. She knew what would happen, but she pressed on. Without a word, she placed a hand on Bonnie's temple, sharing the memories with her through a psychic connection. 

Bonnie gasped, her eyes flickering shut as the vivid images played in her mind. When she opened them again, her breath was shaky.

"Oh my god," Bonnie whispered.

Elena, fueled by anger and exhaustion, turned to Caroline with a glare. "You knew. You knew all this time and didn't tell me! Was it Damon, that…"

"It was Stefan." Caroline flinched but stood her ground. "Elena, I wanted to tell you. But I was trying, we wanted to protect you—"

"Protect me from what? The truth?" Elena snapped. "I deserved to know!"

Bonnie stepped in before the argument could escalate. She rested a hand on Elena's shoulder, her voice steady and soothing. "Elena, listen to me. You need to breathe. Right now, it feels like the world is crumbling around you, but I promise, it's going to be okay."

Elena wiped at her tears angrily. "How do you know that?"

Bonnie hesitated, then offered a knowing smile. "Leon aside. Because I know Stefan. And if anything, he's probably more embarrassed than anything else."

Bonnie had to keep her focused. Help her pick and choose her battles to ensure she didn't make any irreconcilable mistake.

Elena blinked, momentarily distracted. "Embarrassed?"

Caroline, who had remained unusually quiet, suddenly perked up as a thought hit her. A slow, mischievous grin spread across her lips. She wanted to bet her bottom dollar that Damon hadn't shown Elena everything, because Stefan hadn't shown everything to Damon. How could he? The two brothers had the most intense love-hate relationship ever.

"Oh my god… You don't know, do you?"

Elena and Bonnie both turned to her with puzzled expressions. "Know what?" Elena asked cautiously.

Caroline grabbed Elena's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Stefan's most embarrassing moment," she said with a smirk.

Caroline had felt bad about assuming the worst of Elena and wanted her to feel better while redirecting Elena's scorn for not sharing the information about Leon's torture, so she also maneuvered to redirect the conversation.

Elena's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Caroline took a deep breath and prepared herself. "You should see for yourself," she said, her tone almost teasing. "Let's just say… Stefan had a much stronger reaction to you and Leon than he ever intended."

Bonnie's eyes widened as realization dawned on her. "Caroline, you can't be serious."

"Oh, I'm dead serious," Caroline said with a grin. "And I think Elena deserves to see it."

Elena, still lost, looked between her friends. She didn't know what she was about to witness, but something told her it would change everything.

Elena sat in stunned silence, her mind reeling from everything she had just witnessed and heard. The room felt smaller, suffocating, as if the weight of this revelation was pressing down on her chest. Caroline and Bonnie remained quiet, their eyes cast downward, giving her space to process.

Elena couldn't tell them, but she knew something changed Stefan. Even their time together was different. Only after receiving the memories did she know that every new thing that Stefan had done to her, he had seen Leon do to her. Only…not as good.

Finally, Elena exhaled a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want Leon to pay for this."

Caroline shifted uncomfortably, and Bonnie only sighed, her expression unreadable. "But?" Bonnie asked, sensing the hesitation in Elena's tone.

Elena gritted her teeth, her fingers digging into her lap. "But I can't let go of what I saw," she admitted, her voice breaking slightly. "Stefan… my Stefan… he—he came to it. He came to watching me being fucked and defiled by another man."

Her own words tasted bitter in her mouth, her stomach twisting in knots as the images flashed in her mind again. The betrayal she felt wasn't just from Leon anymore—it had spread to Stefan, to the entire dynamic of her relationship. She thought she understood love, loyalty, and desire. But this? This was something else entirely. It was dark and twisted, something she couldn't unsee, couldn't forget.

Caroline and Bonnie exchanged wary glances, neither wanting to be the first to speak. It was Bonnie who finally broke the silence, her voice slow and deliberate. "Elena… you do realize that, technically, the Salvatore brothers tried to touch—no, kill—Leon's wife, right?"

Elena's breath hitched, her fingers tightening into fists.

Bonnie didn't stop. "So he touched their woman in vengeance."

A heavy silence fell over the room. The words settled deep, clawing at Elena's already raw emotions. She swallowed hard, but the lump in her throat wouldn't go away.

Was that truly what this was? A game of retribution? A cycle of vengeance in which love and morality no longer mattered? The thought made her sick, making her feel as though she was merely a pawn in a war.

She wanted to scream, lash out, and demand justice, but deep down, something twisted inside her, whispering a darker truth she wasn't ready to admit.

She didn't just want vengeance.

She wanted understanding.

She wanted to know why she couldn't stop thinking about Leon Delgallo.

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Caroline exhaled deeply before speaking, her voice softer now, laced with regret. "Elena, I'm sorry. I assumed the worst of you. I shouldn't have. None of this is your fault."

Elena looked at her, surprised at the sincerity in her tone. Despite everything, it felt like a small, necessary relief to hear.

Bonnie cleared her throat, drawing their attention. "Do you remember Vanessa's lesson on the literary method of moral efficacy?" she asked.

Elena blinked, recalling the discussion. Vanessa had once explained how literature often reflected moral dilemmas, challenging characters to adapt their ethics in the face of shifting realities. "Yeah, I remember. What about it?"

Bonnie folded her arms, her gaze steady. "Think about it. How much have our lives changed since last year? We've been forced into impossible situations, ones we never imagined. The standards, the etiquette we used to follow—they don't apply anymore. The world isn't the same. It's obscenely crueler."

A heavy silence settled over them as they reflected on Bonnie's words. She was right. The things they once believed in, the values that once guided them, had been shattered and reshaped by supernatural forces beyond their control. They weren't just high school girls anymore; they were survivors in a world that demanded more than just goodness—it demanded power, resilience, and the ability to make choices they once thought unimaginable.

Elena looked at her friends, her heart aching with the weight of it all. "So what do we do now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Caroline and Bonnie exchanged a look, the same understanding passing between them.

"We adapt," Bonnie said simply. "Because we don't have a choice."

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The crisp morning air carried the last remnants of the previous night's emotions as Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, Matt, and Stefan walked through the school halls. There was an odd energy in the air—a lingering tension none of them could quite shake. When they reached their usual homeroom, the confusion deepened. The door was locked.

"That's weird," Matt muttered, shifting his backpack.

Before anyone could question further, their homeroom teacher opened the door, and informed them, "You're all supposed to go to Mrs.Delgallo's Literature."

The group exchanged uncertain glances. Literature wasn't their homeroom. Something was off.

"I don't like this," Caroline murmured.

"No kidding," Stefan said under his breath.

Despite their unease, they made their way to the Literature classroom. Vanessa stood at the front of the room, her presence commanding yet unreadable. She had always been a mysterious figure, her lessons carrying a depth that left even the brightest students unsettled. Today, however, she seemed… expectant.

"Good morning," Vanessa greeted as the five of them took their seats, marking that her class was now in full attendance. "I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here. I received special permission to take over your morning and, in truth, the rest of your academic year's workload. Today's lesson is not just a lecture. It is the foundation of your final assignment, one that will define your standing in this class and, perhaps, in your own lives."

She let her words settle before she continued.

"I will be delivering a four-part lecture—one that will challenge your perception of yourselves, the world around you, and the choices you make. Every class after today will be dedicated to refining your final essay based on this lesson."

Bonnie leaned forward, intrigued. "What's the topic?"

Vanessa met Bonnie's gaze, then let her eyes sweep across the room. "The Masks We Wear & The Monsters We Become."