Hi guys. I'm starting this new story involving the Vampire Diaries so, before I get started, I do NOT own the Vampire Diaries or any of the content I may add to the story such as town names or airport names or any of that stuff. With that said, I wanted to start this story because, lately, VD has started to annoy me with all the crazy things that have happened and I haven't watched much of this past season (I'm feeling guilty) so this will start around where season 3 began with the introduction to the one thing I do own.
The Vaz family and any other characters that are not part of the VD storyline. Now that I'm finished please enjoy and review and give me your opinion on what should happen.
It was out of convenience really, my brother leaving Burlington to go to Mystic Falls with me. We lived in a relatively small town with relatively normal people and a relatively normal house. Everyone knew who we were for their parents and their parents' parents all grew up together, living in the same relatively normal home as we did- did; meaning past tense. It wasn't entirely my decision to move from the cozy town in Washington; it was more like we had to. I was a minor and I refused to subjugate my brother to taking care of me. So I had decided, by myself, that I would move to a relatives. He hadn't taken my answer greatly and refused to let me go by myself. I guess a brother is a brother no matter how much they may seem to hate you.
Jay was 19 and I remained two years younger at 17. So, because of our parentless lives, as of a couple months ago, we were forced to move with the only willing relative that wanted to take us in; Crazy Grandma Shelly. It was what we had always called her as kids. She was our grandmother from mom's side and she held the same chocolate eyes that her and my brother held; a family trait that ran down the line until me. She had moved to Mystic Falls, Virginia after mom and dad split and later stopped all communication after mom had died. I guess both dad and Grandma Shelly knew how to hold grudges, even after their main point of arguing had been long gone.
So, here we were, on the plane leaving from Skagit Regional Airport and on our way to Mystic Falls and the awkward silence that filtered into my ears drove me more than a little bit mad. Jay wasn't particularly friendly with me at the moment. He hadn't been since the accident with dad. Fights always seemed to emerge whenever I so much as commented on the gloomy weather of our old home. He seemed to pick the fights no matter how hard I tried to remain neutral. It was almost like he was asking me to slap him across the face. And that did happen. It was last month when his fights got too out of control and his fist had slammed a picture of our once perfect family onto the concrete of our fireplace. I had slapped him and it left a burning print that also left a very permanent mark upon our relationship.
It had been hard ever since that day. I had always assumed that him being the protective, older brother would somehow help me get through another family death. It didn't. He had grown angrier and it was only a matter of time before I decided enough was enough. The day I packed my bags and called Grandma Shelly was the first time he had talked to me since the fight. He had yelled and yelled about how we had to stick together and I had screamed about how little support he was putting into our relationship. That had ended the argument and he had stormed off into his room. It was like his energy and anger had flooded into me and I was then feeling it too.
It had always been that way, with me having empathy to another person's emotions. Dad said it was because of my compassion for other people and their problems; I wasn't so sure that was it though. It had always seemed that manipulated those around me without conscious awareness of it. It almost seemed like I drained people of their energy when they were too excited or very angry. It had happened with Jay plenty of times. Actually, the fight we had last month was a prime example of it. As soon as I had entered the fight he had backed down from the lack of wanting to fight. Jay wasn't one to back down so it was kind of strange. But Jay had always seemed tired lately. Ever since dad passed he held a sort of resentment toward me. He would purposely bump his shoulder when we passed each other and would eat his dinner in his bedroom doing God knows what.
A slight tap to my shoulder broke me from my thoughts and a young looking flight attendant stood staring expectantly at me, holding out a trash bag.
"Trash," the blonde spoke in a dull monotone voice with a heavy accent that sounded British and it gave off a bad attitude. I bristled slightly and gathered the empty bag of pretzels and the small cup of water before turning toward Jay. He shook his head and remained looking out the window. I sighed and gave the trash to her before sliding further into the seat. Any progress on my relationship with Jay? Nada.
The attendant bumped passed me and asked the other people the same, boring question. I shot a glance toward Jay and noticed the faraway look in his chocolate eyes. He had that look on his face for a while now; almost everyday when we had avoided the inevitable fights that seemed to plague our breaking family. It was almost as though he were pondering something. Something…
"Are you going stare at me for the rest of the flight?" Jay's voice demanded and I nervously brought my two-toned gaze to his dark one. That had always been the main difference between us. Even with the clashing hair and skin color it was always the eyes that made people question if I was even brought home to the right home the day I was born. While Jay's gaze was dark and melting, mine was cold and sharp with the strangest of blues and violets warring against the other in my right eye with variety of forest greens in my left eye. I had a genetic mutation in my eyes called heterochromia iridum. It made my eyes two different colors, something that most couldn't seem to comprehend. I was ridiculed about it in school and on the playground during the weekends. Some say that I was a witch for having such a problem while others thought it was worthy of being made fun of because I wasn't like the others.
I tended to ignore what people thought after awhile.
"Jay…" I started, not really sure how to talk to him seeing how it was the first time in weeks that he had spoke to me almost civilly. He rolled his eyes and turned back toward the window muttering about the plane almost being boarded. I turned my head to the front to stare at the small screen on the back of the seat in front of me. It had a small GPS that told when the plane would arrive to the given destination. The small virtual plane had a small red line that trailed behind it, as it grew closer to the state of Virginia from Washington.
"Attention all passengers, please put your seatbelts on and get ready for arrival at Washington-Virginia Airport." The pilot spoke into the loud speaker and I hurriedly buckled my seatbelt while waiting for the stressful landing of the already shaking plane. I held onto the armrest and closed my eyes, breathing deeply through my nose. Plane landings tended to make me worry about any disastrous outcome. I had read enough stories about bad landings to know what would happen if the plane made a bad move. I gripped the seat tighter and jumped when I felt a large, warm hand fall onto mine. My eyes popped open and my gaze landed on the soft stare of Jay's eyes, a comforting hot chocolate color. He nodded his head and turned back to the window. I stared at the seat in front of me and squeezed my eyes closed as the rather large bump shook my small body.
Jay's hand tightened slightly and I relaxed as the bright lights from the airport runway bled through the hazy fog of Virginia. The pilot thanked us for riding on Continental Airlines and the other passengers clapped at the successful landing of the plane. I sighed and went to unbuckle my seatbelt when the warm hand on mine stopped me from doing so. I looked at Jay and saw a slight frown on his face before he loosened his grip after a final squeeze. Perhaps mission Get Jay to Open Up was working.
"We will be talking on the way to Shelly's," he finally spoke and then stood up abruptly before grabbing the carry on items from the bunker above. Jay wasn't one for respecting his elders and it showed by the way he spoke of Grandma Shelly. I looked, shocked as he moved swiftly through the emptying plane. I scrambled for my bag and ran after him. The airport was a good half hour away from the town itself so it seemed Jay wanted to get whatever he needed off his chest now.
We easily slipped to the bagging and grabbed the black suitcases that held our most treasured items. Jay said that we would need to sell what we could because we couldn't bring it all with us but it still hurt to see precious childhood memories go to people who could care less about the sentiment of the item.
As we walked to the exit of the airport, and toward a bright yellow taxi, the sight of the blonde headed flight attendant caught my attention. What was she doing off of the plane? Wasn't she supposed to stay behind? I stopped to see where she was going but a sharp pull on my arm had me trailing behind my towering brother. I shot a glance to the blonde woman again, but when I looked, she was gone.
Flight Attendants POV
"You know I really don't see why you had me stalk the prissy little baby all the way from Washington. We could have easily stalked her from here. I hate having to wait on these dull humans," I spoke almost annoyed at the over persistence of my brother. But when he wanted something he got it. And it seemed that the dark haired, freaky-eyed girl had caught his attention. But why?
"Oh please Bekah, don't act out now the plan's nearly finished. I just have to get my hands on dear old Grandma Shelly. Then the plan will be in motion and you won't have to watch the girl for all I care," Nik spoke in a condescending way, almost teasing. I pursed my lips and fumbled with the over dramatic outfit I was wearing. At least she's easy on the eyes.
"What could you possibly want to do with the little mouse? Sure her eyes are freaky but come on," I spoke annoyed. Why did it seem like every girl that looked like someone form the past caught his undeniable attention. But it seemed like the little mouse had more appeal to him than the dear Elena. Why?
"Oh dear sister, you amuse me so. Have you smelled the girl? Have you really looked at her? You've seen her eyes, yes?" Nik seemed to be making fun of me in a way, almost as though I was missing on an important clue that would lead me straight to the answer.
"What? Yeah her eyes are cool, she smells delightful, and she looks like our dearest friend but that doesn't mean anything. There's always a doppelgänger roaming around. What makes her so special?" I was getting annoyed with his games. He tended to do this when he found my supposed ignorance an annoyance.
"Oh Rebekah you have much to learn about our little mouse. She is special and will be taken into her powers perfectly once we sink our claws into her. You have nothing to worry about, leave it all to me. Please do call me when she arrives, I would like to visit our dearest friend when she comes home," Nik had a way of making me angry and sympathetic at the same time. The darling Darcy Vaz had the identical appearance to the close friend of ours back in the human days. Except for her eyes. Our dearest friend had the darkest of brown and Darcy, well she had two different colors. So strange…
I went to reply to Nik but the beep signaling the hanging up of the phone had me stop short and glare at the small device in my hand. A small crack appeared where my hand squeeze to hard and I sighed in annoyance. Time for the cat to stalk the mouse. Again.