"things happen,

people change."

Text from; Elena Gilbert I am happy you were there with me.

Text to; Elena Gilbert I am happy I was there with you, my doppelfriend.

I have been sleeping on the Salvatore's couch for a week now, Stefan had offered me his bed, but when two selfless people meet being selfless becomes much less easy.

Our selflessness is different though. Stefan's is caring and loving, laying a hand on your shoulder when you need it most. Mine is apathy, sarcasm in the face of evil, pretending not to care so things can't hurt me. Knowing that they will always choose her over me and playing into it.

The younger of the two brothers is sat in the library, occasionally stealing glances of me over the pages of the book he is reading.

I feel safe like this. The sofa might not be the most comfortable place to sleep and the house is fully accessible to vampires from far and beyond, but with both the Salvatore brothers looking after me I couldn't feel safer.

I get up from said sofa, the blanket that was wrapped around me now falling over my shoulders, trailing the floor like a veil or a cape.

"What are you doing?" I ask him, childlike curiosity fills my mind. When I'm with Stefan showing emotions, showing weakness, it becomes easier.

"Nothing, just reading , go get some more sleep." Stefan must notice the bag surrounding my eyes, my pale skin look even paler than normal. The last few days have been a bit too much adventure, and this feels frail and old. 

    We are no longer in love, even when neither of us can deny the memory of each other, the love we used to feel, but we care for each other deeply.

"I can't sleep, the nightmares aren't stopping." I look down at my own two feet. Embarrassed, because somehow I am always the one in need of saving. The nightmares have been a continuing factor in my life since I  touched the moonstone last and met Elijah. Dreams of blood dripping and crows cawing, the letter M engraved in skin.

Suddenly I hear a noise, the unmistakable 'whoosh' of running at vampire speed. Before I can even react Stefan has put me behind his back protectively and breaks off the leg of a chair.

"Who's there?" Rose seems to appear out of nowhere and Stefan's hand pushes me against his back with even more force. From the corner of my eye I can see her put up her hands in surrender, showing Stefan he could stake her if he wanted to.

"Then why are you here?"

"Lexi once told me that you're one of the good ones." At the sound of her name Stefan's shoulders slump a bit, his defensive stance slowly disappears.

"You knew Lexi?"

"Trevor was my best friend. For 500 years I have lived with one person and he's gone and I don't want to run anymore because I don't have anywhere else to run to."

"Well, I'm sorry but we can't help you."

"I don't need your help but I think you need mine. Elijah may be dead but this isn't over."

I come out from behind Stefan's back at the sound of his name, he tries to stop me but I shake off his hand.

"What do you mean "it's not over"?"

Rose looks at me worried, "it isn't over. The Originals - they'll come for you. They have to, they are doing it for him"

"For who?" Stefan asks, he has taken a step forward and is now standing right next to me.

"Klaus." A pain shoots through my body. It reminds me of the pain I felt when Katherine chained me up in that basement, when I remembered the night I was shot.

This pain however enters from the bottoms of my feet and speeds through my veins before concentrating all its power on my brain.

I want to crumple up on the floor but Stefan won't allow me. He is holding onto my shoulders and trying to get in contact with me and I wish I could but this hurts.

"Lola, Lola it's okay." I try to respond but instead I scream and take a fist to my forehead, my fingernails dig into the palms of my hands and I wonder if bleeding would make the pain go away. It's like a brainfreeze times one thousand.

I get them out in the last second, the words I want him to hear, "we need Bonnie, Stefan, get Bonnie." I collapse into myself, my brain giving in like a thousand bookcases toppling over.

"There is some kind of blockade in her mind." The young witch has her clammy hands covering my forehead, touching the skin gently.

"What does that mean?"  Damon is watching us from a distance, leaning against a couch with his arms crossed. I smile at him through my delirium.

"It's some type of magic, much stronger than mine. She has been forced to forget something, I assume the person you were just talking about." She takes a deep breath and concentrates again.

"I think that it has been so long that she is starting to remember. When names are mentioned, the memories are trying to penetrate the spell which causes extreme migraines and a fever."

"I think the spell is breakable, but I don't know this type of magic and it is strong if it has lived through multiple centuries. I don't want to make it worse." I cough into my hands and when I look at them I can see that some blood is covering my fingers.

Damon is with me within second, he puts a handkerchief on my hand and wipes my mouth.

"Thanks Bonnie." I croak out, couching my way through the sentence.

Bonnie embraces me with a sad smile on her face, she squeezes hard, like she never wants to let go.

I have been cut off from every snippet of information regarding this new threat. I have been installed into Damon's bed, headphones stuffed into my head so they can be sure I won't hear a thing.

It feels terribly helpless this new situation, when someone seems to tell me that they want me dead so badly and I am not able to do anything about it.

I realize all of a sudden that I am expected to be at school today, it would have been my first day at Mystic Falls high. But when the world is filled with vampires, witches, immortals and werewolves, maths get kind of useless.

I yell downstairs "Hey! Did anyone call me in sick to school today?" no one responds which bothers me since I know that the vampires can hear me. So I get out of the bed, dressed in this pink night gown that I have owned for years, random music still playing loudly in my ear.

Rose, Stefan, Damon and Elena are sitting on the couches downstairs, they seem to be in a heated conversation.

"Am I safe?" I point to my headphones, I must be talking way too loud because I can hardly hear myself over the music.

Damon nods at me and I pop the things out of my ears.

"Look, I've never met anyone who's laid eyes on him. I mean, we're talking centuries of truth mixed with fiction. We don't know if he's real. For all we know he could just be some sort of stupid bed time story." Stefan explains, his hands animated while talking.

"You've met me." I say, I sit down on the arm of the couch next to Damon. He puts a large hand over mine. Protectively.

"I mean, I must have met him right? Why would they want me to forget otherwise?"

Rose looks at me understandingly, "he's real and he doesn't give up. If he wants something, he gets it. If you're not afraid of Kl-" she cuts herself off before saying the name, "him, then you're an idiot."

Damon gets up from the couch next to me, "alright, we're shaking you've made your point."

"Wait, why is he looking for me anyway? Why did Elijah want me?"

"They want you dead Lola. The Originals have been hunting you for centuries, every vampire who finds you can get in their good book."

I wish now that Damon hadn't gotten up, because the feeling of his hand on mine made me feel safe, steadied me.

Elena gets up from the couch, I can feel my scrunched up eyebrows taking over my forehead.

"Where are you going?" Stefan asks her.

"School. I'm late."

"Let me grab my stuff, I'll go with you."

'It's okay, I know where it is."

I get up from the couch too and only just see the door to the Salvatore Boarding house close.

"Talking about school, can someone call me in sick? I'll never graduate anyway."

hi there! i'm rosie and this is the first personal message i'm leaving on this new version of 'Lola Forever'. i hope this story is at least slightly enjoyable. if it is, would you mind leaving me a comment or a favorite?

have any theories? about where lola comes from or with who she will end up? please leave them too, everything has been thought out already. have any tips? new titles, new covers or anything else? i'd love to hear them!

Love, rosie.