Title:The reflection in the mirror
Preface:
Meredith Sulez suppressed a yawn as she exited Stefan's room at the boarding house. She was beyond tired, and all she felt like doing was cuddling up to her blankets in her warm bed. After everything that had gone on tonight, she couldn't wait until things would finally go back to normal. Klaus and Katharine both being dead and Tyler taken care of, she couldn't think of anyone else could stand in their way. Stefan said it would take some time before Elena would go back to normal; Elena had just come back from the dead after all.
A thought entered Meredith's mind. Damon. She sighed, running her fingers through her long dark hair in stress. He'd do anything to make sure Stefan didn't get a happy ending, but he'd helped them get rid of Kalus, and he hadn't betrayed them to side with Katharine, so how bad could he be?
But Meredith knew she would never be able to trust the womanizer, who lurked in the shadows, in a leather jacket, with an arrogant smile plastered on his face. But Meredith didn't let her mind dwell on such thoughts. It wasn't like she was easily swooned; in fact, she was probably one of the only women, if in fact the only one, who didn't take kindly to him; the only one who wasn't star struck by his smile and charming allure. Walking down the boarding's house stairs, the sound of running water caught her off guard. Turning towards the sound she was relieved to see it was only Mrs. Flowers scrubbing the dishes.
Meredith often forgot that Mrs. Flowers owed the boarding house, it often felt as though Stefan was the owner, since he and the whole gang basically did whatever they wanted in the house. She walked into the dimly lit kitchen, eyeing the colorful tiles which covered the walls, though they looked rather old, and would look out of place on any other house expect this one.
"Good night Mrs. Flowers" she said. Being polite, Meredith waited for a response, but when she didn't get one she began to grow worried. "Mrs. Flowers?" she said quietly, walking further in the kitchen. The sound of running water echoed throughout the silent room. Mrs. Flowers stood perfectly still, her hands placed in the silver colored sink, the cold running water hitting against her wrinkled hands, then she suddenly turned around gripping the counter for support, her whole body shaking.
Meredith stood shocked at Mrs. Flower's sudden movements. She noticed the old woman's glazed over eyes; she was looking at Meredith but she wasn't really seeing her. She was seeing something else, something that made her blood turn cold.
"Beware of the mirror," she warned in a deep voice. But she's not a witch, Meredith thought, remembering all the times Bonnie had gone into her sidekick trances. And then her eyes unglazed, and she looked towards Meredith with a confused expression. "When did you come in, dear?" she asked, her voice slightly hoarse with her head titled to one side and a child like look appearing on her face.
"Um...I just wanted to say goodnight," Meredith whispered, still reeling from recent events.
"Thank you dear. Have a safe drive home." Mrs. Flowers said with a smile before turning the water off and wiping her hands in the dish cloth that hung from the flower printed apron she was wearing. Meredith slowly walked out of the kitchen, her body silently quivering in fear. Should she go tell Stefan? Meredith didn't know if she should take the old woman's warnings seriously, or if it was just the banter of an insane person. But then again she thought her grandfather was crazy, and in the end it turned out he was telling the truth and vampires did exist.
Walking into the hallway, she looked at the finely printed wall paper, and the old paintings and photographs that hung from the walls. She stopped at one painting, gazing at it in curiosity. It was of a brown hair girl, wearing a silk night gown, and she was very fair skinned and had disturbing green eyes. She was frowning at the picture, arms folded across her chest. "That's Melinda," said a voice from behind her, Meredith spun around in alarm but relaxed to see the face of Mrs. Flowers, she was looking at the picture with a grim expression on her face
"Who?" Meredith asked, looking back at the golden framed photo.
"Melinda Lockwood, the daughter of Richard Lockwood," Mrs. Flowers explained moving closer.
Meredith was wary as she watched the old woman step forward, looking more intently at the photo. Lockwood? thought Meredith, turning to look at the frame once more. The Lockwoods were one of the founding families and the one Tyler happened to belong to. "She looks miserable," commented Meredith, running her figures through her locks, her eyes looking straight into the green eyes of the girls in the picture.
"She wasn't a happy girl. She'd spent some time here when she was a child. Of course I wasn't born yet; that was a long time ago," the old woman laughed, throwing her head back in the process "Too bad it didn't end well," she muttered, a grim look reappering on her face.
"What happened?" asked Meredith, looking at the bottom of the golden trimmed frame, which held the date of the photo: 1886.
"Well, she went out to the woods and never came back. Most people say she was attacked by animals," the old woman explained. Meredith picked up on the word most.
"Most people thought she had been attacked by animals but some didn't?" she asked, turning to read Mrs. Flowers expression. The old woman's eyes flickered towards Meredith, shaking her head.
"Some people said that she'd been attacked by something else, something more powerful," she said, going up to the frame. She removed a smudge on the glass with her thumb."But I wouldn't dwell on it, my dear," she said, before giving a swift nod and disappearing down one of the dimly lit hallways.
Meredith looked at the photo for another moment before walking towards the main hallway. Was she attack by vampires? thought Meredith as she reached the front door. It wasn't uncommon for vampires to feed on the weak, but a little girl? Could vampires be so thoughtless? Meredith dismissed those questions. Of course they could; Stefan was the exception of course, but from observing Damon, she came to a conclusion: Vampires were selfish.
Meredith grasped the golden colored door knob, and opened the door, letting a cold gust of wind sweep through the house, making her shiver slightly. Walking down the grass bedded path, she couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding that clung to her. Everything was suppose to go back to normal, but she had a feeling that something was coming; towards Fell's Church, and Mrs. Flowers's warning should be taken seriously. That it wasn't just the banter of an insane woman; no. It was someone trying to sent her a messenge, but she couldn't understand what the warning was trying to tell her. Meredith arrived at her car. All around her was silent; all the animals asleep, cuddling up in their safe little holes.
Fell's Church was usually quite at this time. The church bells could be heard in the distance, signaling the begin of a new hour. Meredith opened the car door and stepped into the leather interior. Even though she didn't like the thought of killing innocent cows, she did like smell of leather, and the way it felt across her skin. She placed the key in the ignition and started the engine, feeling the car come to life underneath her before pulling out of her parking spot. Soon she was descending down the rocky streets towards the center of Fell's Church.
Pulling into her driveway Meredith couldn't help but think about Melinda, and what happened to the poor girl, and Mrs. Flowers warning. But she tried her best not to think of any of those things. She didn't want to discover something else that had arrived at Fell's Church, and ruining any chance of things going back to normal. Meredith stepped out of the car, feeling the ice cold wind slap her face, causing her cheeks to turn a crimson color. She bowed her head, tucking her neck underneath the scarf she wore. All the lights in the house were turned off, and it looked like both her parents were fast asleep already. Looking down at her watch she was surprised to see that it was a quarter to midnight; time tends to fly when you're fighting evil vampires, thought Meredith as she walked into her house.
The Sulez's house wasn't very extravagant, but it was perfect for her family, all over the wall were framed paintings from different artists-her father's hobbies-and the rest were photos of different family members, and Meredith's school photo since the first grade. Her stomach grumbled but she was to tired to bother to go into the kitchen and make herself something to eat, so she settled for just going to bed instead. Walking up the stairs, she placed her hand on the railing, and felt it shaking abruptly. Meredith retched her hand from the wooden railing, backing away from it, and hitting her back against the pale white walls of the hall.
She started at the railing for a moment, before sprinting up the stairs towards her bedroom, shutting the door closed, quietly but with a certain urgency to it. First the warning from Mrs. Flowers, then the shaking railing; what was going on? Meredith was fine with helping other people get out of fix's, but she'd never been in a fix herself. Nothing had ever been after her before, and she had no idea what to do.
Damon Salvatore stood in front of the Sulez's house.
Never in a million years did he think he would be standing in front of Meredith's house. She was cold and didn't seem to found of him upon his arrival at Fell's Church; she wasn't like her red headed friend, who didn't have any self control. No; Meredith wasn't like most girls he'd ever met. She didn't falter at his smiles and her heart didn't skip a beat when he said her name. Damon found it interesting, but alas he wasn't standing in front of her house for that reason.
Upon walking home after another feed, Damon felt a large amount of power coming from the house, and he didn't think it was the humans who resided inside the small cottage. Damon walked towards the oak tree which stood in their front yard. Grabbing one of the thick branches, he lifted himself up into the tree. He climbed the branches until a figure in a small bay window made him stop. Looking into Meredith's bedroom, he saw the girl with the dark locks and the legs that seemed to go on forever, was pacing a worried expression on her face. She turned to look in the mirror examining the reflection.
Damon though she'd be happy, having Elena back. All their troubles were gone; expect him of course; not that thought that was the reason. Then Meredith turned away from the mirror and that's when it happened. Something that made Damon almost fall from his position. The mirror burst into flames, and a pale dark haired girl stood her arms folded across her chest a smile plastered on her face. And then just like that, it became a normal mirror again, leaving Damon with only one thought, what the hell?
A/N: Hey everyone, so i re edited all the chapter for better reading with the help of: drum roll please DamonSalvatoreLuver, i want to give a special thanks to her, because she made my writing flow better, but the story is still the same. thanks for reading :)
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