A/N Here's is the first episode/chapter of season three.
Dear Booklover100, sorry to disappoint, but there will be no Klaus-Beth pairings. I'm a personal fan of Caroline and Klaus, so I'm not going to mess with their relationship. Even though Klaus won't be with Beth, I really hope you love the pairings I do have this season (but I won't tell you who-with-who!). Feel free to tell me what you think (good or bad) about anything in the story (and I mean all of you, not just Booklover100!)
I sat in Stefan's car, which I was using since he left with Klaus, in Richmond, Virginia. My phone was on the dash, propped up so that I could see Jeremy as we talked using the web-cams.
"You need to come home. It's boring without you." Jeremy complained. He was now working at the Grill and I could tell he was in the storage room.
"Sorry, Jeremy, but I'm still on the hunt for my missing big brother. I'm going to put up 'Have You Seen This Stupid Hero' posters." He laughed.
"You should come home for Elena's birthday at least. Gives you an excuse to lay off the Stefan-Quest." He suggested. I shrugged.
"I could be convinced. Honestly, I need a little home. I'm a sixteen year old girl in a cruel, cruel world."
"Beth, you're over a hundred." He reminded me.
"But I don't look that old, now do I?" I asked. I glared at him when he said nothing.
"No! No!" He said quickly, realizing his mistake. I rolled my eyes.
"So, how is the Grill treating you, Bus-Boy Gilbert?" I asked him, tapping my fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of the music I had playing, though it was turned down almost all the way. He shrugged.
"Actually, it's 'waiter Gilbert'. I got promoted quickly. Well, it's teaching me the value of a mundane human experience." He said.
"Did you just use a Mortal Instruments word?"
"It was a word before Mortal Instruments, Beth."
"Really?" I asked, unsure. I may have been born in 1848, but everyone agreed I was much more like the modern teenagers than the ones back then. Jeremy laughed again. In the background the lights flickered and something banged. I grabbed my phone off the dash.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Nothing… Look, I, uh, I got to get back to work. I'll talk to you soon, okay?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow. I'd known Damon long enough to be able to tell when a boy was lying.
"Wait, wait… Seriously, what is going on?" I asked.
"Nothing. Normal. Mundane, like the Mortal Instruments. Got to go." He turned off his phone. I rolled my eyes, tossed my phone onto the seat beside me and started the car again.
"Get a boyfriend, I said. It'll be fun, I said." I muttered as I started driving back towards Mystic Falls.
I knocked on Jeremy's door the second I got back in MysticFalls. He opened it and then he did a double take when he saw me.
"Congrats, you got me back to the Hellmouth. What the heck is going on?" I demanded. He didn't seem to get my Buffy: The Vampire Slayer reference, or if he did he didn't say anything about it.
"Jeez, you don't take no for an answer do you?" He asked, laughing.
"That wasn't a no. That was an 'I'm not going to tell you'. There's a difference. That difference being: you've never seen me when I'm trying to divulge a secret from someone!" I told him.
"I've learned not to underestimate you, though." He said with a smile.
"Smart boy. Can I come in? It's hot out here." I complained. He stepped aside, waving with his hand to motion for me to walk in.
"Of course, Miss Salvatore." He said dramatically. I walked in, smacked him lightly upside the head and laughed. He shut the door.
"So are you coming to the party tonight?" He asked as we flopped down on the couch.
"Elena's party? Yeah. I even got her a present from Richmond to celebrate." I told him as I held up a badly wrapped box for him to see.
"It's a keychain. She likes those, right?" I asked. He laughed.
"I'm sure she does." I put the box on the coffee table and nudged him with my elbow.
"It's good to be back home. I've got to keep you in check, after all." I teased. He leaned forward and kissed me, catching me off guard.
"Um… What was that for?" I asked, pulling away.
"There has to be a reason?" He asked.
"Good point." I kissed him, puling him closer to me. He lied down, pulling me onto his chest.
"Oh!" I jumped back from Jeremy at the sound of Elena's voice. She was in the doorway to the front door, looking shocked and embarrassed.
"Sorry." She added quickly. She shut the door and walked over to us, sitting on the arm of the couch.
"So you're back!" She said, smiling at me.
"No luck with Stefan, but I thought I'd come back for your birthday party before I went on the hunt again." I told her. She nodded.
"Thanks for searching for Stefan." She said. I nodded.
"Well, he may be your boyfriend of a year, but he's been my brother for my whole life. I'm not giving up on him. Ever." I told her. She smiled.
"Stefan and Damon are both lucky to have you as a sister." She told me. I smirked.
"And you're lucky to have me as a friend. And you're lucky to have me as a girlfriend, Jeremy. Really, everyone is lucky when I grace them with my presence." Elena and Jeremy both laughed.
"Ego much?" Elena asked. I smirked again.
"Only Damon sized."
That night at the party, I looked around at all the people in my house. I didn't even recognize most of them. I shook my head, thinking about what Stefan would do if that idiot hero was here… I grimaced again, realizing I was still calling him that when, honestly, I would've done the same thing to save Damon. Seeing him going out to the porch, I hurried after Damon. I met him on the porch while he was talking to Alaric.
"Hey, baby sis." I didn't bother correcting him with 'younger sis' this time. I hugged him and then Alaric, who chuckled and returned the hug. Then I sat down on the wide porch railing.
"So you're back. And alone." Damon noted.
"No luck." I admitted.
"Don't worry; we've been tracking him." Damon assured me. I smiled slightly. Elena came out onto the porch.
"Hey, birthday girl!" Damon greeted her in the same manner he'd greeted me.
"Drink!" She demanded without so much as 'hey, how ya doing' back, grabbing the scotch glass away from Damon. She took a drink and then looked at Alaric.
"Jeremy's smoking again." She told him.
"What?" I asked. Was that why he was so awkward around me lately?
"Is his stash any good?" Damon asked with a smirk.
"Beth." I knew what she meant just by my name. I smacked Damon upside the head, harder than I would have dared to do to a human.
"Talk to him, please. He looks up to you!" Elena pleaded with Alaric. She gave Damon his glass back and hurried back inside. Damon looked at Alaric.
"You're screwed." Damon told him. I sighed.
"I would talk to him, but here's my problem: not a lot of people actually listen to a short, cute as button sixteen year old." I told him. I shot Damon a look.
"Hey, don't give me that look! I listen to you! It's hard not to, you talk so much." He muttered, taking a sip of his scotch. I kicked at him.
"Who's the one talking now?"
"Still you!" He told me.
"Now it's you!"
"Now it's you!"
"Now it's you!"
"Now I know why Stefan ran away." Alaric said, interrupting us. Damon's phone beeped, signaling a text. He glanced at it and sighed.
"Andie wants me to pick her up." He said.
"Your fake, compelled girlfriend wants you to be a chivalrous boyfriend?" I asked, amused. He shot me a look.
"Well, it's a complicated dynamic." He told me. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, hold the fort down, will ya, Ric?" He asked Alaric.
"You mean the fort of my drunken history students?"
"Drink more, you'll feel less weird. Oh, Beth, here." He handed me his half full glass of scotch and hurried off. I raised the glass to take a drink but Alaric grabbed it from me, giving me a 'not happening' look.
"I'm older than you." I mumbled a weak defense as I hopped off the porch railing. I ventured back inside the house with the intention of going up to Stefan's attic bedroom, barricading myself inside and going through his journals for a hint of where he might be. And I was sure it would be entertaining to read them, though completely knocking aside any rules of privacy we had between us. I had just got into Stefan's bedroom when my phone rang. I pulled my phone out as I shut and locked Stefan's bedroom door. It was Damon. I answered it as I lied down on Stefan's bed.
"Damon, what's up?"
"Andie's dead."
"What? What happened?"
"Stefan happened." Damon growled.
"He killed her?"
"He flipped the switch. He's gone."
"Not forever." I protested.
"Beth-."
"You're not the one that's lived with him your whole life! You're not the one that has been directly below his bedroom you're whole life! You're not the one that gets to decide that!" I snapped. I hung up on him. I threw my phone down on the bed and then started crying.
A/N I hope you liked that. I'll try to update an episode every day, but even if I don't, it won't be too long before updates. Please review and tell me what you think!