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AN: First story ever. Please review. Praise or criticism, just be honest people. :) This continues where The House Guest left off.
"Isobel."
The word left my mouth tasting bitter. Jenna looked at me then back to Isobel with disbelief.
"Elena" Jenna spoke, looking confused, the hurt evident in her voice. "Anything you'd like to tell me?"
Why did Isobel always choose the worst times to pop up? She must get that from Katherine, I thought.
"Jenna I can explain." Nice Elena. Is that really all you could think of?
"You re Isobel? Alaric's wife Isobel?" Jenna asked slowly.
"And Elena's mother Isobel, yes" She replied with a smirk, looking satisfied. Jenna looked about ready to faint now.
"I think I need a drink" Jenna announced and walked towards the kitchen.
I turned back towards Isobel, the smirk still planted on her face.
"What do you want?" I asked coldly, trying to stay calm.
"To help" She said simply.
My mind was reeling. Isobel wants to help? You can't trust her, I told myself. She still wants Stefan and Damon out of your life. She probably has a plan of her own.
"I don't want your help" I manage to say.
"But you need it, Elena. I have information no one else knows. Years of research that could be useful." She states. "And besides, you re my daughter and I want to protect you. This might come as a surprise to you, Elena, but I want to be in your life. Even if it involves killing originals, dealing with angst ridden vampire brothers and an impending sacrifice ritual."
The research part I could believe. But the "your my daughter, I want to be in your life" speech, not so much.
"Although I'd much rather your life didn't include any of those things, especially the angst ridden pair." I shake my head, still struggling to think clearly.
"Jenna wasn t supposed to find out about you. Now what am I supposed to tell her?" I ask.
"Um, well there's always this annoying little thing called the truth. Or there's compulsion of course. But I hear that goes against your morals now." She says.
"Can you just go for now?" I ask.
"Fine, but we will talk, Elena, like it or not." And then she's gone.
Thank god that s over, I think to myself. I jump, hearing a glass hit the floor in the kitchen. Oh crap, Jenna. I make my way to the kitchen, cautious at first. As soon as I see her I know she's upset and hurt. Tears are streaming down her cheeks while she tries to clean up the broken beer that s now shattered across the floor.
"Jenna" I say nervously.
Her head darts up to stare me in the eye.
"I'm so sorry Jenna" I blurt out, struggling to keep myself from crying as well. The reality of the situation hitting me all at once. She didn t know I met my birth mother. We told her Alaric's wife was dead. Damn you Isobel, I think to myself.
"It s late." She states. "I'm going to bed and so are you. In the morning we'll talk about this like rational people. Understood?"
She's trying to be mature about this, I tell myself. She s broken on the inside. I know how it feels to be lied to by the people you love. It s one of the post painful betrayals out there. And know I put that pain on her.
"Ok." I say simply. "Goodnight Jenna."
"If only , I hear her mumble as I walk away.
I run up the stairs to my room, carefully closing the door. I search my dirty jeans for my phone. Not finding it, I give up. I'm exhausted anyways, I think. I climb into bed, praying that sleep comes quickly but it doesn t. I lie there looking at the ceiling. "Get some sleep, Elena" I remember Damon saying after Rose's death, "There's a whole new day tomorrow." I close my eyes, finally falling asleep thinking of piercing blue eyes.