She doesn't belong to this place, no. None of them do, but she sure feels as if she belongs to the lake now. To the water. To the darkness that surrounds her the deeper she goes.

How many times had the water tried to claim her? How many times would it succeed? Maybe this time she wouldn't come back. After all, three times the charm, right?

She feels him grab for her elbow, and it reminds her of all the times Stefan or Damon had tried to tug her out of danger, only for her to fight against them. And so as he tries to surface with her, she tugs hard on her arm, and it slips away in the water. Her lungs already burn, and if it weren't for the inescapable pull of the lake's song, she would have needed to surface a while ago too.

Instead, she feels her heart rapidly pulse in her chest and it eats through what's left of the oxygen in her blood.

Just a little deeper. She's almost there. She has to be. The water tells her it to be so, and she believes it.