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A/N: Okay, so I am getting some angry comments because i didn't state it was a Klaus/Caroline story. I'm sorry, but I never said it was; I wrote in the summery that Bonnie, Caroline, Klaus and my OC is my main, because the story will be focused on them the most. It could end up being Klaus/Bonnie or Klaus/OC or even Klaus/Elena ... who knows? I didn't put a pairing in my summary because as a writer I let the story write itself out, and while I am doing a chapter ideas form in my head. So for all the Klaroline shippers out there (believe me, I am a Klaroline shipper myself) I am sorry that I cannot confirm if they end up together. This story is about my OC character, and I don't like writing my fanfics verbatim like cannon, I like changing things and spicing things up. I do hope that I don't lose any readers, and really I appreciate any ideas or comments. I promise that the story is interesting and that you would enjoy it, but it is up to you to continue reading or not. Sorry for blathering LOL, but apparently I was wasting some readers time since I didn't include a pairing.
Chapter 1:
Once upon a time, there lived an unhappy teenage girl. Her mother had died when she was three years old, and her father had married a widow with twin daughters when she was five. Her stepmother didn't like her one bit as she was jealous of her radiant beauty and the hold she had on her husband. All her stepmother's kind thoughts and loving touches were for her own daughters. Nothing was too good for them – dresses, shoes, delicious food, soft beds, cars, and every home comfort.
But for the poor unhappy girl, there was nothing at all. No dresses, only her stepsisters' hand-me-downs. No lovely dishes, nothing but scraps. No rest and no comfort. She had to work hard all day, except for when she had to go to school. Only when evening came was she allowed to sit for a while in her room by her window ledge. That's why most people called her Cinderella; since her life was exactly like the poor girl from the fairy tale.
Even though Cinderella was dressed in old hand-me-downs she was still one of the loveliest girls in town. While her stepsisters, no matter how splendid and elegant their clothes were, they were still clumsy, lumpy and ugly – and always would be.
The reason Cinderella had such a miserable life under the rule of her stepmother, was because on her ninth birthday, her father died in a tragic accident and they weren't able to retrieve his body for the burial, and so, Cinderella would visit his grave constantly where an empty coffin lay.
However, this year held many surprises, nightmares, horrors, secrets and excitement for Cinderella, and she might be able to finally find her prince and live the happily ever after she had always deserved to have.
"SNOW! WAKE UP!"
Snow Silverstone fell out of her bed in shock, her body landing on the foot of her bed with a loud thud. Wincing, she rubbed her bruised behind and groaned as she blinked her bleary eyes that were still heavy with sleep.
"SNOW!"
"I'M UP!" Snow yelled back. She stood up slowly, stretching her arms and her whole body before she trudged her way over to the shower so that the warm water could wake her up.
Snow disliked Lucille Silverstone, she was never a mother to her and she was sure that the only reason she had married her father over ten years ago was due to the fact that he was very rich and greatly respected in Mystic Falls.
Snow knew that her father left a will, leaving the house, his business and all his money over to her, and she was sure that there was a trust fund sitting untouched waiting for her. But Lucille managed to keep it hidden and spent many times locked in private meetings with lawyers; Snow knew that she was looking for a loophole to destroy the will.
After she had finished her shower, she wore black leggings, and a baggy off the shoulder white top; looking at the mirror, Snow blow-dried her hair quickly and the only makeup she wore was her transparent strawberry flavored lip-gloss.
Snow was a gorgeous girl by the Mystic Falls standard; she had curly raven black hair that fell down to her waist, pale, flawless skin the color of snow, which was kind of ironic as it was her name, she had a petite nose, dimples, natural plump, rosy and petal-shaped lips, smooth cheekbones that were slightly rounded and doe-like violet eyes framed by long and thick natural black lashes. Her violet eyes made her unique as the only person that ever shared the same eye color was her mother, may she rest in peace. She had an hourglass figure, with voluptuous breasts, long everlasting legs and a tight bottom.
Men always ogled her, which only made Lucille and her stepsisters even more jealous of her; but it was out of Snow's control. She knew that she was handed ugly hand-me-downs so that men would stop looking at her but it never seemed to work.
Making her way down to the kitchen, she grabbed an apple and ate it quickly before rushing over to the stove to fix Lucille and her stepsisters' breakfast. Twenty minutes later, the kitchen was wafted with water-mouthing scents, but she knew by now that she wasn't allowed to eat what she cooked.
"I'm supposed to be driving to school today-"
"No! It's my turn to drive you ninny!"
"Oh shut up! Let's eat breakfast."
Without a glance at Snow, her evil stepsisters rushed over to the table and began wolfing down their breakfast, not even sparing her a simple thank you.
Haisley and Paisley. Those were her stepsisters. They were the definition of ugly; they both had mousy brown hair that reached their shoulder blades, onyx black eyes, thin lips, long crooked nose and sharp cheekbones. They weren't fat, but more sturdy with small breasts. The only reason Snow or anyone was able to distinguish one from the other, was because Haisley had a medium-sized mole on her upper lip, while Paisley had hers on her right bottom eyelid.
"Don't forget to clean up Snow," was all Paisley sneered at her as the twins grabbed their backpacks and ran over to the car.
"Bitches!" mumbled Snow to herself. Picking the dishes up, she went over to the sink and washed them thoroughly before drying them off and storing them in their rightful place.
Suddenly there was a car honking outside and Snow smiled, knowing exactly who it was. Snow always used to hike over to school, thankful that her house was only a fifteen minute walk away from Mystic Falls High School, since Lucille never bothered getting her a car from her own money.
But when her best friends found out, they began insisting that she was on their way, and that there was no chance in hell that they would allow her to walk by herself to high school and back every day.
Snow may have a horrible home life, and a loveless family, as well as an orphan, but she was blessed with great friends and a wonderful social life. Elena Gilbert, Bonnie Bennett and Caroline Forbes – those three were Snow's best friends, and the reason why she would smile every day. Haisley and Paisley were her age, and were constantly jealous that she landed herself the popular friends while they were slumming with the regular Joes.
Drying her hands, Snow went over to collect her bag when Lucille cleared her throat from behind her. Lucille Silverstone, she had the same mousy brown hair as her daughters, however the difference between them was that she had a straight-sloped nose and icy blue eyes. "What are your plans for after school?"
"I have work Lucille," said Snow meekly.
"Hmm, I'll have Marianne cook lunch and dinner then, goodbye," and with that Lucille walked away without so much as a have a good day or come back safely, not even a take care.
Snow was too nice for her own good; she hated disappointing others and was usually so obedient and an easy target for bullies or for those that wanted to step over her. Her friends tried engraining her with attitude, trying to have her stand up for herself more often, but it was no use; Snow Silverstone was too meek and submissive.
Running over to the car, Snow couldn't help but beam at Bonnie and Elena who hugged her tightly from in front of the car.
"So, what's new girls?" asked Snow.
"Well, I was waiting to pick you up before I said anything. Grams is telling me I'm psychic. Our ancestors were from Salem, witches and all that, I know crazy," Bonnie blurted out upon seeing Snow's wide eyes, "But she's going on and on about it, and I'm like, put this woman in a home already! But then I started thinking, I predicted Obama and I predicted Heath Ledger, and I still think Florida will break off and turn into little resort islands-"
"Woah, hold on Bon, no one, I repeat no one predicted Heath Ledger's tragic death … completely broke my heart," sniffed Snow.
Bonnie laughed at Snow, looking over at Elena, she noticed her to be staring out of the window with blank eyes, "Elena! Back in the car."
Shaking her head, Elena looked at Bonnie and Snow apologetically, "I did it again, didn't I? I-I'm sorry, Bonnie. You were telling me that…"
"Bonnie's psychic now," Snow perked up from the back.
"Right, sure Bonnie," Elena laughed skeptically. "Okay, then predict something about me."
"I see…" but exactly what Bonnie saw, it definitely wasn't the crow that had just hit her car, causing her hand to slip slightly over the steering wheel and pound on the brakes. "What was that?!"
"Was that a crow?" Snow gaped staring out the window when she noticed Elena was almost hyperventilating. "Elena, are you okay?"
"It's okay. I'm fine." But really, Elena wasn't fine. Three months ago, her parents went to pick Elena up from a party at the woods and their car drove off the Wickery Bridge. Elena was the only one to survive as the rescue-team found her drenched body by the ledge of the sidewalk. Snow was devastated since Grayson and Miranda Gilbert acted like the parents she needed in her life, and constantly babied her and took care of her.
"It was like a bird or something. It came out of nowhere," Bonnie looked a mixture of guilty and freaked out as she only had eyes for the hyperventilating Elena.
"Crow, it was a crow," Snow sighed. Bonnie shot her a look that said, 'now is not the time,' and Snow shrugged.
"Really, I can't be freaked out by cars for the rest of my life," said Elena shakily.
Bonnie stared at Elena for a little while before starting the car and looking ahead, "I predict this year is going to be kick ass. And I predict all the sad and dark times are over and you are going to be beyond happy," looking at the rearview mirror she smiled at Snow, "Both of you."
Snow beamed, "Hear, hear."
Finally, they reached Mystic Falls High School, and the three girls walked in with linked arms, laughing about random things in order to change the horrible mood from before with the crow.
"Major lack of male real estate," whined Bonnie, "Look at the shower curtain on Kelly Beech. She looks like a hot – can I still say 'tranny mess'?"
"No, that's over," Elena looked at her best friend in amusement, trading an eye roll with Snow.
"Ahh, find a man, coin a phrase. It's a busy year," said Bonnie excitedly as they entered the school. Elena waved over at Matt, but he merely turned away, completely ignoring her.
"He hates me," Elena pouted, her eyes looking like Bambi when they killed his mother.
"That's not hate. That's 'you dumped me, but I'm too cool to show it, but secretly I'm listening to Air Supply's greatest hits,'" said Bonnie in a sort-of knowing voice.
"Elena, give the guy a break, I mean you dumped after years of dating, he needs time to get over his broken heart," Snow smiled, and Elena managed to beam back.
"You always know the right things to say, Snow."
"I feel like I should be insulted … but I'm not," Bonnie stated, making all three girls double up in laughter.
"Elena. Oh my god!" screeched Caroline, their fourth best friend, who ran over and made a beeline for Elena, hugging her tightly, before pulling her apart, "How are you? Oh, it's so good to see you. How is she? Is she good?" she asked, looking over at Snow and Bonnie for confirmation.
"Caroline, I'm right here. And I'm fine. Thank you," said Elena in a strained yet pleasant voice.
"Really?" Caroline looked like she didn't believe her at all as she looked her over skeptically.
"Yes. Much better," Elena forced a smile on her face.
"Oh, you poor thing," Caroline had a sympathetic look on her face and began tut-tutting, drawing her into another hug.
"Care, maybe you should loosen up a teeny bit sweetie," said Snow, she was really saving her from Elena in case she lashed out at her.
"Oh! Okay, see you guys later?" Caroline was way too perky, she had always been a morning girl.
"Ok! Bye!" Bonnie called out after her retreating back.
"No comment," was all Elena was able to say, her face still morphed into shock.
"I'm not going to say anything," Bonnie huffed.
Snow looked bewilderly at the two girls, "Did that really just happen?" and that set them off again, as they laughed on their way to class.
Really, Caroline Forbes meant well, and she was their best friend; she was the last quarter that made up their sisterhood, but sometimes Caroline needed a muzzle. Due to her insecurities she often came out as insensitive, giving people the wrong idea about her; but no matter what, they would always love her.
Nearing the school office, Bonnie suddenly stopped, "Hold up. Who's this?"
Snow and Elena looked inside, but all they could see was broad shoulders tucked inside a black leather jacket.
Elena shrugged, "All I see is back."
"It's a hot back," Bonnie insisted.
"You cannot be serious Bon, he could have a hot back but an ugly face, or-or, he could be extremely hot with an ugly personality, or-"Snow was cut off by Bonnie, while Elena tried stifling her laughter.
"Jeez Snow, we get it, chill," she stared dreamily at the apparently hot back before straightening up, "I'm sensing Seattle, and he plays the guitar."
"You're really going to run this whole psychic thing into the ground, huh?" Elena looked amused at her best friend's theatrics.
"Ya know, you should really look into acting as a career after college, maybe theater," said Snow dismissively, but she had a serious look on her face.
Elena noticed her younger brother Jeremy head over into the boy's bathroom and headed off after him, leaving Snow and Bonnie to burn a hole at the new guy's back.
"Please be hot," begged Bonnie
"Keep your hormone levels down Bon," Snow smirked, making Bonnie smack her on her arm, not looking amused one bit, but at that moment, the new guy turned around and walked past them, and Snow could have sworn there was a smile playing on his lips.
"Woah!" Bonnie breathed out. 'Woah', didn't even begin to cover it, he was like really hot! Dark brown naturally coiffed hair, forest green eyes that looked so intense, with the face and body of Adonis. Hello, new guy.
They turned around dumbly to see Elena bump into Stefan on his way to the bathroom, and watched them exchange a few awkward words before Elena ran over to Snow and Bonnie and dragged their arms to history class, obviously not wanting to discuss the embarrassing situation she had landed herself into upon first meeting the hot new guy.
Snow was seated between Caroline and Elena and in front of Bonnie, and as usual, all four of them were texting and checking out the social media on their phones instead of listening to the dull sound Mr. Tanner made when teaching history.
Snow looked down at the new text she had just received from Bonnie, 'HAWT-E. STARING ELENA!' Snow whipped her head around to stare at the new guy and her best friend, only to see them sharing intense looks before Elena shyly turned away, grinning abashedly at Snow and Bonnie who both gave her subtle thumbs up.
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Snow and Elena made their way to the cemetery after school; Elena needed someone to help her visit her parents without breaking down and Snow was only too glad to accompany her since she always stopped over every odd days to visit her parents.
"I'll wait for you by the entrance of the cemetery when you're done, kay?"
Elena nodded gratefully and clutched her diary closer to her chest before making her way over to the Gilbert family plot. Sighing, Snow walked a few headstones away and found herself sitting in front of the headstones for Samuel Silverstone and Selene Silverstone.
"So, I began junior year today. Nothing exciting happened, woke up cooked breakfast for Haisley and Paisley, Bonnie picked me up and we went to school. There was a new guy at school today, think that he and Elena might hit it off. Yeah, yeah, I know what you're probably thinking mom, I mean I'm just guessing since I have barely any memories of you; I haven't met my Prince Charming yet. I know, sounds silly."
Snow stared intensely at her parents headstones, her fingers pulling slightly on the grass; she never noticed that she was being watched from the far end of the woods, or that a fog was coming her way.
"Lucille is still trying to get the lawyers to find a loophole around the will, but I gotta give it to you dad, you sure made it iron clad. I-I've been having a hard time with the death of Grayson and Miranda Gilbert, they were, they were the stable parents I needed in my life, and now they're gone, just like you both did. Everyone always ends up dying on me, everyone I care about leaves at the end and I-"Snow was crying heavily and wiping tears from her face when she saw the fog nearly engulfing her, and she stood up frantically.
Grabbing her bag, she made her way out of the cemetery, and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she bumped into someone and screamed. Apparently the person she bumped into screamed as well – a familiar sounding scream.
"Elena?"
"Snow?"
"Oh, thank god," they both breathed out in relief, and if they weren't so scared, they would have definitely laughed.
"Let's get out of here," Elena muttered, the words barely left her mouth when she tripped over a root, scraping her knees. Snow helped her up when the new guy popped into view and they both jumped in fright, yet again.
"Are you two okay?" he asked.
"Were you following us?" Elena looked at him suspiciously, making Snow hit her atop of the head, "Rude, Elena!"
"Well what, who hangs out at the cemetery Snow," Elena scowled at her best friend.
"Uh, I, uh, I have family here," the new guy interrupted their little argument and Snow looked at Elena smugly, "You see? People that have family here dummy."
"Oh. Wow. Tactless. I'm sorry. It's the fog, it's making me foggy," said an apologetic Elena.
"You could have come up with a better excuse Lena," muttered Snow. Elena shot her a glare that was half-hearted while the new guy chuckled. "Wait did you say fog? I saw it too!"
"Really? What about the bird, it was all very Hitchcock for a second. That is the bird movie, right, the Hitchcock? …" Elena trailed off in embarrassment, and Snow suppressed her laughter behind her hand. "I'm Elena."
"Snow," Snow waved half-heartedly.
Stefan smiled at the two girls, "Stefan."
"I know. We have history together," Elena chucked nervously.
"And English and French," Stefan continued for her, and honestly Snow found them to be so cute and well-suited for each other as she watched Stefan pull a leaf from Elena's hair.
Elena's eyes zeroed in on his ring, "Nice ring."
"It looks very Renaissance," Snow said as she leaned over for a closer look.
Stefan chuckled slightly, "It's a family ring, yeah. I'm kinda stuck with it. It's weird, huh?"
"No, no. it's just, I mean, there are rings and then there's that," Elena blurted out, not making any sense whatsoever. Snow shook her head, that girl was never nervous around guys, she was clearly into him.
Stefan frowned and abruptly asked Elena if she had hurt herself. Elena pulled up her pant leg and cringed slightly at the cut that was gushing blood.
"Elena, are you okay?" Snow looked worriedly at her best friend.
"Yeah Snow, it's just a small cut," Stefan's face began to change and Elena was starting to get worried, "Are you okay?"
Snow stared at Stefan oddly when she noticed a few veins creeping around his eyes.
"You should go. Take care of that," Stefan kept his face turned away, and then disappeared.
"Wha-, where did he go?" Elena looked around the cemetery in bewilderment.
Snow shrugged, "He's probably really squeamish around blood. Anyways I gotta go to the Grill my shift starts soon," Snow smiled as she went to walk towards the direction of Mystic Grill.
"Okay, I'll see you soon," Elena waved her off. Both Snow and Elena decided that walking to cemetery would be a nice change and so they both ended up walking back to work and home, respectively.
When Snow walked into the Grill and donned on her working apron, she saw that Matt and Tyler were seated on a table, and Jeremy was sitting by the bar talking with Vicki.
"Hey Vicki," Snow smiled sweetly.
Vicki turned away from the argument she and Jeremy were engrossed in and beamed at Snow, "Hey sweetie. There are no tables placing orders at the moment," she informed her and Snow nodded gratefully.
Snow tried really hard not to listen in to Vicki and Jeremy's conversation, but they weren't exactly being quiet almost like they didn't care if they were heard.
"We hooked up a few times in a drug haze. It's over. You gotta back off before you ruin things between me and Tyler," Vicki looked frustrated, and Snow knew this was a repeated argument.
"Oh, come on, the guy's a total douche, he only wants you for your ass," was Jeremy's eloquent reply and Snow couldn't help but roll her eyes; Jeremy seriously needed lessons in talking to girls.
"Yeah? What do you want me for?" Vicki hissed before walking away to take the order from Caroline and Bonnie who had just arrived and seated themselves in their regular booth.
Jeremy sighed in frustration before his eyes flickered over to Snow and he groaned into the table, "How much did you hear?"
"Eh, not much," Snow shrugged noncommittally walking over to stand next to him. "Enough to know that you guys had sex."
"Great," mumbled Jeremy.
Snow winked at him, "My lips are sealed Jer." He beamed back at her and left Snow to cleaning the tables since she had nothing to do. She just started her shift so she couldn't sit with her friends for a bit.
The manager of Mystic Grill, Roy Dawson favored Snow the most and would always treat her like his niece; he always pushed her to sit with her friends when there was no rush or when she was on a break, but Snow felt bad for her co-workers and didn't want it to seem that she was being treated with favoritism. Vicki knew, and she would always push her as well, but Snow was too nice and thought of everyone's feelings.
Snow always felt like her greatest weakness was her kindness and big heart.
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The next day was the same routine when Snow woke up.
Her alarm clock was her step-monster screaming at her to wake up. Shower, get dressed, make the twins their breakfast, eat a small apple or banana, and then go to school with Bonnie who picked her up alone this time.
And here Snow sat in another boring history class with Mr. Tanner springing questions to the unsuspecting students.
"The Battle of Willow Creek took place right at the end of the war in our very own Mystic Falls. How many casualties resulted in this battle? Ms. Bennett?"
Bonnie looked unsure as she thought over the answer, "Um …a lot? I'm not sure. Like a whole lot," she stressed, a small smile curled on her lips.
"Cute becomes dumb in an instant, Ms. Bennett," Mr. Tanner pounced onto his next victim, "Mr. Donovan? Would you like to take this opportunity to overcome your embedded jock stereotype?"
Matt merely smirked lazily, leaning back on his chair, "It's okay, Mr. Tanner, I'm cool with it."
Mr. Tanner raised an eyebrow at him before his eyes narrowed in on Elena. Oh poor Elena, Snow knew that she hated being put on the spotlight, especially by Tanner. "Elena? Surely you can enlighten us about one of the town's most significantly historical events?"
Elena looked very much like a deer caught in the headlights, her doe-eyed Bambi eyes staring at Tanner's cruel onyx ones. "I'm sorry, I-I don't know."
"I was willing to be lenient last year for obvious reasons, Elena. But the personal excuses ended with summer break." What a douche! Bonnie and Matt didn't know the answers either, yet he didn't say anything choosing to victimize Elena who was still dealing with the ordeal of her parents' death; and he actually brought it up in the middle of class.
"There were 346 casualties. Unless you're counting local civilians," Stefan spoke up, completely sparing Elena from the humiliation. Stefan was so sweet; Elena definitely caught herself a good one.
Mr. Tanner looked shocked, and honestly Snow couldn't blame him. It really was a miracle if anyone managed to answer a question correctly in his class. "That's correct. Mister …?"
"Salvatore."
"Salvatore," Mr. Tanner hummed, "Any relation to the original settlers here at Mystic Falls?"
"Distant." Hmm, Stefan was being sort of vague.
"Well, very good. Except, of course there were no civilian casualties in this battle."
Stefan cut him off before he could continue with his boring lesson, "Actually, there were 27, sir. Confederate soldiers, they fired on the church, believing it to be housing weapons. They were wrong. It was a night of great loss. The founder's archives are uh, stored in civil hall if you'd like to brush up on your facts, Mr. Tanner."
Woah. The whole class began muttering excitedly. Tanner just got Tannered, way to go Stefan.
Once school had ended, Snow went to take the late afternoon shift at the Grill, even though Roy had given her the day off insisting that she enjoy herself tonight at the party at the woods. Snow knew that if she returned home, then Lucille would make her stay in – god forbid she allowed her to enjoy herself.
After her shift had ended, she dressed up in her jeans short and a plain red halter-top and climbed into Bonnie's car.
Bonnie, Elena and Snow began mingling and drinking beer. Snow saw her stepsisters laughing and chugging beer with their group of friends and she turned to look for her friends, she was in no mood for them and wanted nothing more than to avoid them and their snide remarks.
However, Snow only managed to take two steps before a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist and reeled her forward, only to find herself facing Joshua Reeves who was a senior. "Hey babe, where you going off too?" he leered down at her, and his breath smelled like vodka, way too much vodka.
"Let me go Joshua!" pleaded Snow, her hands trying to detach his arms from her waist, but she only managed to succeed in having his hand travel downwards and grope her ass. "Stop! Joshua let me go!"
Joshua had been chasing after Snow for over a year now, but Snow was not interested in him and no matter how much he tried, she never budged. It wasn't like Joshua was ugly, it was the opposite. Joshua Reeves was very sexy for Mystic Falls standards and all the girls chased after him. He had honey-blonde curly hair, entrancing blue eyes and the perfect build due to him being in the football team; the problem was, his personality was crude and he just didn't strike her as her Prince Charming.
"Come on babe, stop being a tease, we've been through this for nearly two years now, why don't you just give in?" Joshua's lips were now attacking her neck and Snow began whimpering and pleading for him to let her go, her hands clawing on his strong arms.
It was very fortunate for Snow, but very unfortunate for others, when Elena began yelling for someone to help, distracting Joshua and allowing Snow to rip herself from his arms and run over to Elena, swiping the tears that managed to escape with angry hands and ignoring Joshua yelling after her.
Snow gasped when she saw Jeremy trailing after Elena, his eyes boring into the unconscious body in his arms and she screamed for her friend, "VICKI! Oh my god, Vicki, what happened to her?"
"Vicki? Vicki, what the hell?!" Matt yelled out frantically, and Snow's heart reached out for him; Vicki was his older sister and all that he had at the moment.
"Somebody, call an ambulance," Tyler yelled out. They were all surrounding Vicki feeling for a pulse, and Snow sighed in relief when they found a weak one, but at least she was still alive. Snow began looking for the source where the blood was coming from, and her eyes narrowed in on her neck; there were two small puncture wounds.
"She was bitten by something," Snow murmured.
"Vicki, Vicki, come on, open your eyes, look at me," Matt looked desperate and Snow honestly didn't blame him, she didn't know what she would do if anything happened to Elena, Bonnie and Caroline – they were her sisters ever since she was four, and she couldn't imagine her life without them in it.
After the ambulance had taken Vicki and Matt away, Bonnie came over and offered a ride to the Grill so that Caroline could sober up and then she would drop them both home. Seeing that Joshua was angrily stalking towards her, Snow jumped into the passenger seat, locking herself in the car and ignoring Bonnie and Caroline's bewildered looks.
"Are you sober yet?" Bonnie sighed, watching Caroline drain her second cup of coffee since they had arrived in Mystic Grill.
"No."
"Keep drinking. I gotta get you and Snow home. I gotta get me home," Bonnie stressed, her feet tapping on the floor impatiently.
A whine escaped Caroline's lips, "Why didn't he go for me? You know, how come the guys that I want never want me?"
Snow looked at Caroline pityingly, she had obviously wanted Stefan, but he only had eyes for Elena. Snow couldn't begin to understand since she never showed any interest in the guys in Mystic Falls; she was waiting for something to click or fireworks or something when she shared eye contact with a guy for the first time.
Yes, so Snow knew it was ridiculous, and love at first sight didn't exist, but Snow never gave up on hope; she honestly believed that everyone had a soul mate. That there were two souls created by god or a higher power roaming around and waiting to be reconnected with their other half. That there were two people meant for each other.
"I'm not touching that," Bonnie stated bluntly.
"I'm inappropriate. I always say the wrong thing. And … Elena always says the right thing. She doesn't even try! And he just picks her. And she's the one that everyone picks, for everything. And I try so hard, and … I'm never the one," a few tears escaped Caroline's eyes. Her sad blue eyes bore into Snow's violet ones, "You too Snow. God I will still never understand why you never gave any of the guys a chance. They're always running after you, scrambling for your attention and you always push them away."
"Yeah well, it's not always a good thing, believe me," Snow shivered slightly as she recalled the way Joshua held her and licked her neck.
"It's not a competition, Caroline," said Bonnie soothingly.
"Yeah, it is." Caroline simply replied making Bonnie and Snow trade sad looks.
A/N: So, this is my new story. Now I promise it is very interesting and I have many ideas for future chapters. I am just starting slowly. Next chapters we'll see more of the ugly stepsisters.
