From the moment she was grabbed in the nick of time, pulled away from the cell, she hasn't had contact with anyone else. The ruse had to be believable. Ethan had to believe that she was dead, and that meant she was taken somewhere farther from the rest, where not even her screams could be heard.
She tried to break free, she tried to get to him so that he wouldn't -- so that this wouldn't happen, but to no avail. It felt as helpless as it had before she was brought to him and she saw him for the first time in days. Before they were told why she was brought there to begin with.
Elena attempted to reach him once again as she was brought out for the ceremony but they were far away from each other. She could see him, and she was positive he could see her, but it doesn't surprise her he wouldn't believe it.
How could he when he'd wake up to all that blood?
It's sick. She was sick to her stomach imagining what he'd wake up to, what they -- what they would make him believe and how she'd be unable to stop it from happening, from tearing down the bars of that cell to reach him and shake him and let him know it was all a lie.
Elena has been able to think of nothing else from the moment they were saved. She wasn't in the same van that he was, and they had to be taken far enough away from Chicago they wouldn't be caught. Lucien had alienated most of the Society, but that didn't mean he wasn't without his henchmen. It also didn't mean the Society was suddenly on their side.
All it meant was they had to sides working against them, that would also be working against each other. It only meant more enemies, no allies, more people to hide from.
There's no relief yet at the prospect of Lucien being dead, at the prospect of it all maybe being over, because she hasn't seen him and she hasn't been able to explain. And all the explanations and the answers have been choking at her from the moment she was dragged off and chloroformed.
Elena does stop at her name, but she never looks quite still.
She doesn't move from her spot for the length she's spoken to, but it's obvious she wants to bolt and it takes effort to stay in that place long enough to understand what Logan is telling her.
He won't talk to us.
She turns to Logan, a devastated look in her eye, and her gaze slowly travels toward Ethan. How does anyone explain what happened down in that basement? How does she put into words what he believes happened? Elena can't. Not until she's talked to him first, gotten through to him, and she has to believe that she still can.
They didn't die, and this couldn't have been for nothing.
A hand moves over to her stomach as she forces a breath in, a deep breath that does nothing to remedy the unsteadiness she feels. She still feels sick with it, with everything that happened, and she doesn't know that she ever will not feel sick, but she pushes it aside to walk over to Ethan.
She half-kneels down before him, her hands on his face, tentatively. As if she's worried she might only make it worse, might only remind him of what happened. What he believes happened.
"Ethan," she urges, shaking his head gently so that he'll look at her. Her expression is that of imploring. Her eyes are imploring but her voice is firm. It means to reach. "Ethan, it's Elena. I'm not dead. It was a test. It was all a test and they wouldn't let me come back. I need you to believe me. Please."
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Elena knew but she couldn't say.
From the moment she was grabbed in the nick of time, pulled away from the cell, she hasn't had contact with anyone else. The ruse had to be believable. Ethan had to believe that she was dead, and that meant she was taken somewhere farther from the rest, where not even her screams could be heard.
She tried to break free, she tried to get to him so that he wouldn't -- so that this wouldn't happen, but to no avail. It felt as helpless as it had before she was brought to him and she saw him for the first time in days. Before they were told why she was brought there to begin with.
Elena attempted to reach him once again as she was brought out for the ceremony but they were far away from each other. She could see him, and she was positive he could see her, but it doesn't surprise her he wouldn't believe it.
How could he when he'd wake up to all that blood?
It's sick. She was sick to her stomach imagining what he'd wake up to, what they -- what they would make him believe and how she'd be unable to stop it from happening, from tearing down the bars of that cell to reach him and shake him and let him know it was all a lie.
Elena has been able to think of nothing else from the moment they were saved. She wasn't in the same van that he was, and they had to be taken far enough away from Chicago they wouldn't be caught. Lucien had alienated most of the Society, but that didn't mean he wasn't without his henchmen. It also didn't mean the Society was suddenly on their side.
All it meant was they had to sides working against them, that would also be working against each other. It only meant more enemies, no allies, more people to hide from.
There's no relief yet at the prospect of Lucien being dead, at the prospect of it all maybe being over, because she hasn't seen him and she hasn't been able to explain. And all the explanations and the answers have been choking at her from the moment she was dragged off and chloroformed.
Elena does stop at her name, but she never looks quite still.
She doesn't move from her spot for the length she's spoken to, but it's obvious she wants to bolt and it takes effort to stay in that place long enough to understand what Logan is telling her.
He won't talk to us.
She turns to Logan, a devastated look in her eye, and her gaze slowly travels toward Ethan. How does anyone explain what happened down in that basement? How does she put into words what he believes happened? Elena can't. Not until she's talked to him first, gotten through to him, and she has to believe that she still can.
They didn't die, and this couldn't have been for nothing.
A hand moves over to her stomach as she forces a breath in, a deep breath that does nothing to remedy the unsteadiness she feels. She still feels sick with it, with everything that happened, and she doesn't know that she ever will not feel sick, but she pushes it aside to walk over to Ethan.
She half-kneels down before him, her hands on his face, tentatively. As if she's worried she might only make it worse, might only remind him of what happened. What he believes happened.
"Ethan," she urges, shaking his head gently so that he'll look at her. Her expression is that of imploring. Her eyes are imploring but her voice is firm. It means to reach. "Ethan, it's Elena. I'm not dead. It was a test. It was all a test and they wouldn't let me come back. I need you to believe me. Please."