Hey guys, this is just a short note to say that in this story, I'm not sticking to the events in TVD, there might be references to the events, but I don't think I'll make them an actual part of the story, we'll see. Also, Caroline and Klaus are together in this. Klaus killed Tyler, that will be explained later on.
I do NOT own Vampire Diaries, if I did, things would have gone a little differently. I'm just saying. All I own is the OC.
For years I watched him. I watched him help his siblings, I watched him turn on them, I even watched him hurt them over, and over again. I knew him better than anyone ever could. I saw the vulnerability in him, most seemed to over-look because they were too pre-occupied with the monster he wanted them all to believe he was.
But I could see he was afraid. Afraid of so many things: rejection, weakness, vulnerability, acceptance. He survived on striking terror into the hearts of the people around him. Without it, he would most certainly lose all sanity.
I was there the night he murdered his traitorous mother. I saw him lie to his sister about their mother's death. When he ran off with his last remaining siblings, he left me in the shadows. He knew I was there, and he left me.
He left me, because I refused to go with him.
But I never refused to help him.
I led his father away, on to a different route as him and his siblings gathered their belongings and fled. I tracked his brother down and convinced him to stay where he was, without telling him it was so he could be found and killed. I even lead every one of the hunters to their deaths.
For years I watched and helped from the shadows, never exposing myself to him for fear of where it might lead. But now I must. I must step out from behind the darkness I've been hiding in for so long. I must, because I'm losing him.
I'm losing him to a little baby vampire.
But I'm not going down without a fight.