Vampire Diaries
Fanfiction
HUMMINGBIRD
When we were younger I thought to myself I will love her forever she is my sister and nothing will ever tear us apart. Apparently forever was really fucking short. We were about three years old when they told us we where twins, fraternal twins but twins none the less. Elena looks like a doll with her milk chocolate colored hair and her big brown doe eyes. On the other hand I have curly black hair and green eyes, though we have the same face.
Around the time we where thirteen she started to change. It was subtle, barley noticeable to any who didn't know my twin very well. She started to act like an innocent angel if she did something wrong, which usually ended with me in trouble. Our parents believed she could do no wrong. This in turn made me resentful of her and made me withdrawn and quieter. Subsequently I somehow ended up going to the lake house my parents owned, and more often then not if you couldn't find me then you probably hadn't checked the lake house. It was the summer before my freshman year of high school that my world changed.
I was cleaning the master bedroom of the lake house out in preparation of my parents spending the weekend there as is the custom for some odd ass reason. I was tucking some of my mothers older jackets into the back of the closet when I tripped into the back wall. It made an oddly hollow sound when I collided with the wall so after picking myself up off the floor I started examining it. Upon inspection I noticed a small hole just big enough to fit my finger through at through top left hand corner of the middle panel. Now quite curious I shoved my finger into the hole and pulled. It popped out with no fanfare and I examined the contents of the hole.
There where several leather bound books which I assumed where journals, a crossbow, a pistol, and a long rifle. There where also a slew of other things including a bag of dried purple flowers which I would later learn was called vervain. After reading the journals I realized something that changed my world. For better or worse I was unsure of but the one thing I was sure of was that vampires where real. I went home that night and asked my mother for one of her locket bracelets stating that I wanted to keep pictures of the family with me. She quickly gave me one she never wore with a small lapiz-lazuli stone in the center of the flower shaped charm. Later on I laughed my ass of when I was told of the significance of that particular jewel. With that I began my training discreetly.
The next time he was in town I asked my favorite person in the world, other then my little brother, my uncle John if he knew how to shoot a crossbow. He looked at me like I had grown another head and answered with a reluctant "Yes Hummingbird". That was that. This is the point where I would like to point out a point of contention between myself and my 'loving' twin. She for some unknown to all but God and herself Hated John like with a capitol H hated him. I couldn't understand her animosity towards him he loved us. That was as plain as the green eyes on his face. I was an energetic child who was always moving around so I was dubbed with the nickname Hummingbird. He called Elena Butterfly because between the two of us she was the social butterfly.
She had two best friends whose names where Caroline Forbes and Bonnie Bennett she had known these two since we met on the first day of elementary school when we where having snack time. She very generously shared her apple slices with the two girls and thus a friendship that would last for eons (joking) was born. Myself on the other hand was her opposite when it came to friends and the like. I was more concerned with my books and an odd obsession with cars. Though eventually my focus turned to learning how to defend myself and keeping my grades as high as I possibly could. It gave me a sense of satisfaction to know I was, in school anyways, doing better than Saint Elena. She was co-captain of Mystic Falls High's cheer leading squad with Caroline at the top because no one in Mystic Falls could beat Caroline Forbes at being cheerful, peppy, and bitchy at the same time. The girl had made an art of it but I digress I'm getting way off topic.
After he started teaching me to shoot a crossbow I inadvertently began spending a lot of time in the woods around the lake house practicing archery and general marksmanship. Which was a good thing in my book.
Shortly after I turned sixteen I took a small road trip to Richmond Virginia where I met my first vampire. He was the biggest fucking nerd I had ever met, and his name was Slater. I figured out what he was and to be honest I thought for a moment he was going to make a meal out of me. He obviously didn't, though he did clear up many of the common misconceptions regarding the species. He taught me how to properly recognize one, if I ever ran into one. It was actually a fun trip, I made some 'academic' discoveries and made several vampire friends. After he took me to the vampire cafe of Virginia of course. When the day was done I had exchanged numbers with at least six different vampires of different ages including Slater with promises of returning and keeping in touch. I hadn't realized how crucial my friendships would be in the near future.
Upon leaving the cafe I hunted down the new age remedies shop I had originally came to the city looking for. The woman behind the counter helped me pick out several vervain based products such as lotion, some perfumes and several different body washes, and several boxes of tea. Not to mention the five pound bag of dried cuttings she produced from no where. All in all it was a wonderfully successful trip.
When I returned home I gifted my mother with a bottle of the perfume and a bar of the soap. My father was gifted with a masculine scented vervain based lotion which he loved the smell of and a box of tea which he promptly set in his lunchbox to take to work with him. Elena was presented with a locket filled with vervain and a bottle of body wash. Jeremy my little brother was given a manly scented body wash with vervain in it. I filled all the hand-soap dispenser in the house with the leftover soap and made a note to give the last lotion to my Aunt Jenna who was my mothers sister. After handing out the products and getting happy grins from my family (I'm ignoring Elena's scowl) I placed the tea in one of the cupboards and flounced off to my room.
In an effort to lessen the fighting between Elena and myself I had volunteered to switch rooms with Jeremy. He had originally been in a medium sized room on the first floor of the house in the back facing the garden my mother and I had planted. It had a tiny attached bathroom and a large enough closet Caroline might have gotten excited at the possibility of filling it, but he had hated it. It was apparently to small to fit the desk/gaming station he had and he wanted the bigger room adjacent to Elena's. I quickly agreed to the switch and we spent a weekend moving mine and Jeremy's things around and painting the rooms.
The night after the switch I filled a large water bottle with water and threw in some stems of the purple flower to steep and infuse itself into the water. After letting it sit for a few days I went into the kitchen in the middle of the night and put several teaspoons of vervain water into all the drinks in the fridge. The result pleased me especially when I had another row with Elena and she stopped wearing her locket. she was still protected because she was drinking it everyday and that made everything okay.
Then it wasn't. That May... May of 2009 my parents where driving home after retrieving Elena from a party she wasn't supposed to be at when it happened. The storm that had started just after they left the house had gotten much worse and due to bad weather my father had driven off the Wickery Bridge into the river below. My twin was the only survivor.