Your Silence.

A/N:

Welcome, this was once a story a VERY long time ago. I revamped it and changed most of it so I hope you enjoy. I'd appreciate reviews about my style of writing and the simple idea of Lydia herself. Is she too Mary Sue? Although I hope not ;((

Visit my polyvore account for some outfits: ClaraWright-894

Thanks for reading anyways and hope you enjoy!

Waking up was no longer the pleasure it once was. There was a fleeting moment when Lydia was whole again, but it evaporated faster than summer rain off of the plush, white carpet in her room. A vampire was something that she hated, and loved, being. There was too much at stake for her... Get it? Eh... well... You should do.

As Lydia roused from her heavy slumber, she was first aware of the coolness of the air and it's loamy fragrance. It wasn't anything new to Lydia. She didn't really care for it, she just wanted peace. Was that hard to understand? To some people, it was.

The incessant ringing of a phone, her phone, travelled into Lydia's sensitive ears and she groaned. What did they want now? Hopefully it wasn't who she thought it was. She didn't want to deal with them. Lydia had had enough since the last time.

The bed, now left behind, creaked as her weight left it's soft, comfortable mattress. Lydia stretched, showing off her muscled and defined stomach, the phone never ceasing it's ringing. She was walking unusually slow, almost robotically, as if her brain was struggling to tell each foot to take the next step, which in truth, it was.

Growling, Lydia's eyes hardened as she observed the phone in her hand, the name of the person calling was clear. It was them... again.

"Can I help you with something, boys?" Lydia's voice drifted into the phone, her tone shallow with boredom. She wasn't afraid... ish. Not necessarily of them but what news they brought with them. No, they didn't deserve her fear. She only feared one person. Only one. Always one.

Marco, that was his name. He was one of the people Lydia employed to keep an eye out for her brothers. She was being followed. By who? I'll leave the guessing to you. Let's just say that she wasn't happy about it.

"Fuck! Don't they have anything important to do other than follow me?!" Lydia ended the call with a cry of frustration, the phone sliding out of her hand. Lydia closed her eyes, breathing deeply in and out before swearing to herself.

Lydia dressed with haste and walked out of the door in a hurry, not bothering to lock the door behind herself, her phone safely tucked into her jeans.

Sitting in her car, Lydia sighed. Her head was so filled with thoughts, thoughts of a normal life, a normal family: maybe children? A handsome husband who would cherish her...?

The hard steering wheel suddenly dug uncomfortably into her face; was it so horrible to wish for a normal life?

There was nothing she could do differently, her life is as it is. She could do nothing more. With a sigh and a groan, Lydia looked up and made a silent prayer.

Guess it was time to visit an old friend, unfortunately.

1 hour later- Present tense.

Lydia hated nothing more in the universe than one kind of supernatural; you guessed it, witches. They were pesky and always wanted to meddle in her affairs. Fortunately, or unfortunately, she found a witch who was not only 'friendly' (to a certain extent) but also helpful, despite the amount of times Lydia irritated her.

Pushing past the grand, wooden door, Lydia stepped into the parlour of the witches house. It was grand and made of the most expensive material on the market- bougie. Smirking to herself, Lydia heard the witch take a breath before an un-describable feeling hit her.

Falling to her knees, most ungracefully, in the pretty parlour, Lydia mewled. Eyes glinting with moisture, body tensed like a single cord, she gasped. Lydia felt the witch take steps forward and down the hall, casting a shadow as she made her appearance.

"How many times must I tell you to knock?" Frederica Chamber, in all of her dark glory, fresh faced and as youthful as ever; her lips pulled tightly into a wide smirk as she glanced at Lydia with a familiar spark.

A pause and a sense of relief washed over Lydia, her hands relaxed and her fingers retracted from the soft skin of her palm without leaving a mark that did not heal in a second. Bitch. Lydia grinned wickedly at her old friend.

"I'll remember next time, I promise." Lydia eyes flickered around, slowly. Her eyes hooded, mimicking a bored expression. "Seems a little old fashioned, doesn't it?"

Frederica gave no sign of being insulted, instead she looked around and shrugged, her lips making a 'pop' before she focused on Lydia. "What exactly is it that you want, Lydia?"

Snickering, Lydia mimicked her shrug, body as lithe as a cat's as she strolled into the living space decorated with deer heads and rich fabrics. "Can I give you some decorating advice? Seriously."

"You know patience is not a virtue I possess- get to the point." Frederica scowled, her muscled arm resting on her wide hip in a stance that was ready to pounce.

"Marco and the boys called."

There was a moment of pause, the grandfather clock ticked it's haunting rhythm but the birds chattered outside and it sounded like freedom compared to the stiffness in the room.

"And?"

Lydia smiled, shaking her head as her eye twitched. "And? They're trying to find me again, 'Rica."

Frederica sighed, her hand leaving the comfort of her hip and resting on her eyes. "I don't understand why you're being so dramatic," She chewed on her cheek. "It's been almost 70 years since you've last seen them, Lydia."

Shaking her head, Lydia sent a shooting look to her witchy friend. "You know why that is!"

"Maybe so but don't you think it's time to see them again?"

That idea was most unfavourable but Lydia pondered for a little while as Frederica smiled softly at the confused vampire in front of her.

"You know you want to. You're safe, you would not be putting them in danger." Frederica spoke softly, she knew that whatever Lydia felt would only bring her to the right decision. That girl was always running tracks in her brain- it was tiring to the old(er) witch but somehow almost refreshing.

"Are my wards still up?" After a brief pause, Lydia cast her crystal gaze on the witch- a slight fear on her lip but her sharp chin steady.

"They've never left. Now go, call me when you get there."

It was frightening to think that Frederica was older than a century- the woman's warm chocolate eyes shone brighter than Lydia's ever had. She appreciated Frederica; it almost felt like she had a mother for her vampirism, ish.

"Thank you, 'Rica. I will, I promise… do you think I'm making the right choice?" The insecurity in the headstrong woman was surprising.

"Child, I wouldn't be telling you to go if it wasn't. Truly, go and smack your dumb-headed brother for me." She giggled, blowing a kiss to the vampire as she walked away, her hair blowing in the wind like some sort of hero.

2 days later...

The sight of the old Salvatore Mansion did nothing for Lydia, the wretched city of Mystic Falls did. The air was putrid to her, smelling of the shit inside the town they called home… that she once called home.

Lydia left her vehicle a little while back, her speed taking her to the home she barely remembered being built as a young vampire. Each step felt like a century to her even though she sped like a cheetah; unseen and liking it as so.

"-I'm awake, for the first time in a long time, I feel completely, undeniably awake. For once I don't regret the day before it begins, I welcome the day. Because I know I will see her again."

The gruff, unused voice of a certain Stefan Salvatore pounded in her ears as she sped into the house. There he stood in all of his high school boy glory, Stefan.

"Poetic as always, Stef." The shock on his face was well worth the wait, Lydia smiled coyly. "So, aren't you happy to see me?"

The embrace of arms wrapped around her wasn't a shock to her, Lydia released air from her mouth in a huffing laugh; her head taking a rest on his muscular shoulder.

"Hello little brother."