Elena opened the door of the Boarding House. As she passed the living room she saw Damon sitting in the couch, his back to her. She wanted to sneak away, but…
“Elena! Get your ezel in here now!” Damon said. He sounded furious and so Elena rushed to him. She looked at him and startled. She had never seen him this angry.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” she asked careful. Damon looked at Stefan, who came out of the study room.
“I’m sorry, Elena. I thought he knew” he zei sad.
“Knew what? What is going on?” Elena exclaimed.
“Will u stop playing dumb?” Damon zei angry and he jumped up from the couch. “What happened last time u visited Stefan?”
Elena swallowed.
“Did Rebekah force u to drink her blood?” Damon asked upfront.
Elena looked at him scared. Then she nodded.
“Why didn’t u tell me?” Damon asked, breathing heavy through his nose.
“Because I blamed you!” Elena defended herself. “You’re so…awful lately and sometimes I feel I just can’t talk to you”
“Well, I’m sorry about that” Damon zei snarky.
“Yeah, me too” Elena zei sad. “I’m going home”
She turned around and left.
“Elena! Get your ezel in here now!” Damon said. He sounded furious and so Elena rushed to him. She looked at him and startled. She had never seen him this angry.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” she asked careful. Damon looked at Stefan, who came out of the study room.
“I’m sorry, Elena. I thought he knew” he zei sad.
“Knew what? What is going on?” Elena exclaimed.
“Will u stop playing dumb?” Damon zei angry and he jumped up from the couch. “What happened last time u visited Stefan?”
Elena swallowed.
“Did Rebekah force u to drink her blood?” Damon asked upfront.
Elena looked at him scared. Then she nodded.
“Why didn’t u tell me?” Damon asked, breathing heavy through his nose.
“Because I blamed you!” Elena defended herself. “You’re so…awful lately and sometimes I feel I just can’t talk to you”
“Well, I’m sorry about that” Damon zei snarky.
“Yeah, me too” Elena zei sad. “I’m going home”
She turned around and left.
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles door Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles door Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]