Vampire Diaries Elena Dies Novels & Stories

Heavy drapes blocked the windows, candles provided the only light, and the long table was covered with open books, loose papers, and what looked disturbingly like medical journals from the nineteenth century. She looked up as we entered, and I noticed for the first time that she seemed more alive than either David or me; energized, almost luminous in the candlelight. “Good. You’re both here.” She gestured to the chairs across from her. “Sit. We need to talk.” “We need a hospital,” David said. “This is some kind of poisoning, or a parasite…” “It’s vampirism,” Elena said flatly. “Sit down.” The word hung in the air like a curse. I sat. After a moment, David did too.

~VIOLA,S POV~ The cold breeze swept through the open windows, carrying the scent of the woods. I sat by the fireplace in my room, a hand placed protectively on my belly. I massaged it, a faint smile touching my lips as I felt a kick. A full month had gone since my step sister was tajen out of the picture . Yet, my mind wasn’t settled. It seemed there was something missing somewhere. Something that has driven my unsatisfaction. I stood up and made my way to the window, where I watched the rest of the werewolves gathering the rest of their belongings and head back home. The last rites for Elena had taken place earlier today. It was more crowded than I expected.

The dead were waking. Maya sat in the dim library, staring blankly at an open book she hadn't read a single page of. Her posture was entirely subdued, her shoulders slumped, her spirit visibly deflated. A soft, imperceptible rustle of silk cut through the room. Suddenly, the freezing air warmed up just a fraction as Elena materialized from the shadows behind the armchair. The ancient vampire initially remained silent. Her piercing silver eyes examined Maya, instantly sensing the significant change in her heartbeat. Elena’s heightened senses detected the faint, moist scent of the northern woods on Maya’s jacket, combined with the sharp, salty smell of dried tears.

Changed. But Elena. Alive. Or appearing alive enough to destroy reason. Aurelia whispered: “Mother…” The woman smiled sadly. Then said: “You should not have come before the seventh file opened.” Lucian entered behind Aurelia and froze. Victor stopped at the doorway. Even Sabine lost speech. But Adrian remained strangely distant. As if waiting for something else. Aurelia stepped closer. Tears now visible. “You died.” Elena looked at her gently. “I was buried.”

"My only regret is that in the end, I still married you." "If there's a next life." "I hope I never meet you." I saw Elena's hands freeze. Saw the last light in her eyes go out. And then, I died in her arms. That was my last life. Not a dream. I remembered all of it. The cup shattered in my grip. The shards bit into my palm, and blood dripped, drop by drop, onto the carpet. But I felt no pain. I only sat there, finally understanding why, this life, Elena had taken off the ring before the Council.

She added. Zinedine felt the urge to vomit when he heard those words from Eleanor and didn't stop his face from showing how disgusted he was with her statement. "Hold on, I am not going to allow you to have all the fun here. She killed my mother so you wanting to fight her when I am here won't work," Vlad said. "Once I am done with her then this sorry excuse of a vampire with me will be next." He added as he glared at Adelena.

No one knew how Eli,the king of the Vampires exactly died in the monstrous hands of Nicodemus. Some speculated,perhaps the Tribrid ripped his heart or he drowned him in a well of Vervain before snapping his head,or he made Eli burn alive under the sunlight. All they knew was,Eli is dead and the Tribrid has risen. Various news that spread quickly like wildfire terrified every man who witnessed Nicodemus's death. The years of peace they all enjoyed was gently streaming closer to ruins.

He scrambled to his feet, looking for Elena. She was lying a few feet away, perfectly still. The blue light in her neural port was dark. Her eyes were closed. "Elena?" he whispered, his voice cracking. He crawled to her, pulling her into his lap. "Elena, talk to me. It's over. I've got you." Her chest didn't move. No breath escaped her lips. Vaughn let out a low, guttural laugh from the doorway. "You fool. You didn't save her. You just triggered the hard-wipe. You’ve killed them both. Lira is gone, and your little street-girl is a hollow shell."

Seraphine asked her. Elara turned to Seraphine. "It wasn't a normal death, Seraphine," She said to her, tears rolling down her eyes. "Alpha Alaric was poisoned.”

And she has just proven this. Elena's screams of pain and angry roars from Mila bounce off the prison walls, making anyone who hears shudder in fear, while Liam doesn't have time to save Elena's life, because a moment later, the elder's head has rolled on the dirty prison floor. Dead. Elena just died in a way she never expected and in a place she had never thought of before. Several guards who heard the screams and roars that were like monsters immediately came to the prison and witnessed how the elder had died and her headless body fell to the ground as Mila let go of the lifeless body.