Nothing better than Revenge
Summary: If you read/ are reading my other story, Disenchanted, and then you would know Allie. Well this is her life dating all the way back to 1864, when she got her sisters note. I suggest reading the other story first!
Oh my god
I had the most amazing time last night
I dreamt I saw you again
That's when the flashbacks started to begin
They started slow
But they picked up fast
So I got off my ass
And I ran away….
~NeverShoutNever- California~
1864, back to the beginning
"Faye? Come back down to earth sister!" I called to my breathtaking sister who was staring into space, daydreaming. She blinked a few times then looked over to me smiling apologetically.
"Sorry Allie, my mind was wandering." She laughed, her voice was like bells ringing and every girl in Mystic Falls felt a sharp pang of jealousy when either of us walked into the room. We were the Locke girls, but neither of us ever noticed, people described us as, the beautiful, caring, modest, polite, and way to unknowing of their beauty, girls.
"That is surely alright sister, shall we go down to the garden, and I hear Mr. Damon has been demanding your presence." I smiled, Damon, Faye's best friend, and the man who she was secretly deeply in love with.
I watched her eyes spark at his name, as she took my arm and I lead us out into the cool breeze.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Damon." I said when we made out way to him.
"And to you too, Allie, but I do not know how many times I've had to tell you, just call me Damon. The Mr. is unneeded." His boyish smile always reminded me of one that Alex, our brother at war, always had.
"So sorry it's a habit." I smiled and turned to my sister, "I must go find Stefan and get that book for father."
"Of course Allie, I shall come find you after I am done here." She smiled and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
I heard Damon kiss her hand just before I was out of earshot. I walked up the path that lead to the Salvatore manor, brushing the rose bushes with my full length white gloves, with the hand that wasn't holding my dress off the ground.
Knocking lightly on the heavy door, I let my dress drop to the ground, the thick fabric brushing the concrete porch.
Emily, one of the maids that helped the house residents, like Katherine, the mysterious girl who had shown up with Miss Pearl and her daughter the week before, answered the door and let me in.
"Thank you Miss Emily, would you happen to know where Mr. Stefan is, I have a question, for my father of course. Please." I smiled lightly, as I asked her, my Italian accent ringing horribly in my voice.
Our family had come to Mystic falls when I was 2, and my family thought it was important for me and my siblings to know Italian. So we all had the Italian ring in our words.
"Oh yes ma'am, I believe he is upstairs in Miss Katherine's room, you may head up. Knock first please. Have a good day Miss. Allie." She pointed up the stairs, smiling as she walked away towards the kitchen.
I trailed up the steps carefully, trying not to trip over. Knocking on the door I knew as Katherine's, I heard a slight 'come in' from inside the room.
Katherine was getting her dress laced up, and Stefan was sitting on the edge of her white bed.
"Sorry to bother you, Miss. Katherine. My father sent me to ask Mr. Stefan for something." I nodded to her as an apology.
"Of course, it's no bother at all." She said breathlessly, the maids were tightening her corset now, cutting off her air supply for that moment.
"Mr. Stefan may I speak with you on my fathers behalf. He said it was important." I turned my attention from the newcomer, to my long time friend.
"Yes, of course. Afternoon Katherine. I shall see you again sometime today." He smiled to her and followed me out to the parlor.
"Hello Allie, how are you today?" He said as I sat delicately on a chair.
"Fairly well, Faye is off in the garden with your brother. So I thought I should come here and get the book my father desired." I smiled up at the brotherly like boy standing across from me.
"Ah, I see. What book is it that he needs?" He asked, smiling back at me.
"Father said for me to tell you that you mustn't tell anyone that my family has it. I do not know why but he did." I repeated the words my father told me.
"I promise I will not tell a soul." He looked me in the eyes, sincere this boy was.
I stood up and whispered the lowest I could in his ear, "He needs the Bennet journal thing."
His eyes widened for the second, our fathers were against the supposed witches and vampires that were told to roam the streets. Faye and I never believed but we went along with it.
"I shall see what I can do, I must go now Allie." He looked at the old clock against the wall.
"Thank you Stefan, tell your father hello on my behalf." I bowed my head to him and walking out the house, saying my thanks to the servants in the foyer.
As soon as I was outside I lifted my dress again and took of running, it had started to drizzle tiny drops of rain; I needed to get out to the garden, to make sure Faye and Damon came in the house.
They were rebels at heart, staying out in the rain; swimming in all their cloths, Faye had destroyed 6 dresses in the past 4 months. If she ruined another one father would be furious.
"Faye! Damon!" I called when I saw them down by the falls. I made my way over to them, "Faye if you ruin another dress, it will be the 7th one in the past few months, father would be furious, come inside. He will be mad at me too if I do not come inside with you."
"Okay, fine, but just because I want you to stay out of trouble." She smiled slyly down at me, before saying her goodbyes to Damon, and taking of running towards the house.
Chasing her wasn't easy; she was fast, extremely fast.
We busted through the front door, out of breath, and looking like half drenched cats.
Father looked up from his paper and grimaced, "Where have you two been, its raining heavily out there."
"Sorry father, we were with the Salvatore's. And we were coming home just as it started raining badly." I said in my innocent voice, I could get away with anything with my innocent voice, and widening my already wide green eyes.
"Ah, I suppose you two may be forgiven, now both of you go get cleaned up." He shooed us away, and we went up the steps to our corridors.
I slipped out of my soaking dress, and other necessities, pulling a new set out.
I got help putting it on and examined myself in the mirror, my wheat colored hair in long tight curls around my face, my pale skin, the wild green eyes, my lips that were stained pink, my arching eyebrows that lifted with disbelief at every lie, my rosy cheeks, and my lovely green and white southern belle dress falling around me to the floor. I understood, that people thought I was beautiful, in a pure innocent way, unlike my sister who was beautiful in a rebellious, darker way, I never acknowledged the people saying it though.
Faye came strolling into the room, wearing a dress in a dark red and white dress, matching red lips, and her black hair falling in waves down to her waist. She looked like a beautiful goddess of night at that moment, the way the light from the window hit her, casting long shadows from the lashes framing her green cat-like eyes.
"I must go and speak to Damon, and see if he would like to come to dinner." She informed me just before she strolled out the room as quick as she had strolled in.
I wandered the house, for a while, just before Faye, came running in and up the steps, slamming her bedroom door up stairs.
Running up the steps, I knocked on the door. "Faye? May I come in?"
"NO!" She yelled so I walked to my room and lay on my bed, curling up in a ball reading a book.
It was hours later before I walked down the steps to the parlor to find another book.
It was also at that time, when Anne, Faye's favorite servant ran up to me, tears streaming down her face, and handed me a letter reading my name in Faye's hand writing on the front.
Anne ran off just after giving me the letter. I opened it suspiciously, and felt tears well to my eyes, as I fell down to the floor.
Soooo… New story :D, did ya like it? Hmm? I started this story in my head, while I sat in the middle of my floor, because there was a spider on my bed, I hate spiders . grrrrr…..
~Bree :))