May 23, 2009

Mystic Falls, Virginia

Lizzie watched from just inside the treeline as Stefan dove off Wickery Bridge. She had been following the car, curious about the human girl that somehow looked exactly like Katherine. She and Damon had returned home to Mystic Falls because Damon had some diabolical master plan that involved Katherine (who was not dead apparently, much to Lizzie's disappointment) and something about a tomb... She hadn't really been paying attention. She most certainly hadn't expected Stefan to be here. This homecoming had just gotten way more interesting.

What was Stefan doing, anyway? Probably saving the humans, especially the one that looked like Katherine. What had she said her name was again? She should really pay more attention. Ah well, she could just ask Damon later. Oh, Stefan was leaving, blurring off in the direction of the Boarding House. Lizzie shrugged, then turned and headed deeper into the woods. Maybe terrorizing some campers would take her mind off of Katherine's human look alike and all the possible problems she could cause for the Salvatore siblings.

September 7, 2009

Mystic Falls High School

Lizzie could practically feel the stares from the other students as she and Stefan walked into the school. She smirked as the whispers reached her ears. Girls, tittering about how hot Stefan was (gross) and wondering whether the boots she was wearing were really Louboutins (they were, a back-to-school present from Damon), and guys calling Stefan a pretty boy (which was hilarious) and checking out her ass. Typical teenager stuff, mostly.

"...and he plays a guitar," a girl's voice reached her ears as Stefan compelled the secretary to accept their registrations.

"You're really going to run this whole psychic thing into the ground, huh?" A second voice. It was the Katherine lookalike.

"Pretty much," they both giggled.

The bell rang and Not-Katherine (she should really find out that girl's name) said goodbye to her friend. Lizzie heard a whispered 'please be hot' right before she and Stefan turned around, then a gasp. The girl, the "psychic" one, was gawking at Stefan. Lizzie smirked as she followed her brother out of the office. She glanced at her schedule and headed off to her first class. Maybe Stefan's newest fixation would be in a few of her classes. Hopefully she wasn't anything like Katherine. One Katherine Pierce was one too many as it was.

Lizzie was trying her best to pay attention. Really, she was, but having the teacher drone on about events she had actually lived through was mind-numbing. At least she wasn't the only one being bored back to death, though Stefan definitely wasn't paying attention. He was alternating between staring at Elena and pretending not to stare at Elena, the weirdo.

Lizzie had sat next to Elena in second period and found that, despite looking exactly like the demon that ruined her life, Elena was actually very nice. She reminded Lizzie of a deer, all delicate limbs and sad brown eyes, and Lizzie had felt the strangest desire to protect this girl (which was super weird and totally not something that she was telling anyone, ever). They had quickly become friends, thanks in part to sharing four classes (three of which they also shared with Stefan, which was mildly suspicious but she'd deal with that later.) Between third and fourth period a perky blonde had cornered her outside the girl's bathroom. She introduced herself as Caroline before firing off a string of questions, like who she was, her relationship with Stefan (she was a little annoying, Lizzie had almost wanted to snap her neck just to shut her up) and where they were from. She introduced herself, and told Caroline that she and Stefan were twins (more believable than the truth) and they only recently moved back to Mystic Falls after moving around a lot. It was the story she, Stefan and Zach had carefully constructed that summer. She didn't mention Damon, because he didn't want anyone to know he was in town yet (probably so he could make a big entrance, the drama queen). The probing questions and ceaseless chatter aside, Lizzie found that she actually liked Caroline. She was outgoing and sweet, like a perky blonde ray of sunshine.

Mr Tanner quizzing Stefan on various historical events drew her back to the present. She smirked as her brother answered every question easily. That smug douche of a history teacher deserved to be taken down a notch or two. Elena looked impressed, too, so score another point for Stefan. He must have really been making an effort today, because he was usually a lot more broody weirdo than mysterious cool guy. She wondered if Stefan was actually going to introduce himself to Elena. "Accidentally" bumping into her as she was coming out of the boy's bathroom (which was weird, but she wasn't going to dwell on it) totally did not count. It was actually almost painfully cliché, and Lizzie had almost staked her brother right there for making her witness it.

Lizzie was (surprisingly enough) actually enjoying her time with Stefan. Damon was without a doubt planning to reveal his presence soon, and that meant Stefan was going to revert from almost fun back to brooding buzzkill. Of course Damon would never let things get boring, and the drama that her brothers always managed to stir up when they were anywhere near each other was always fun to watch. Of course, she'd usually side with Damon, egging him on and causing some chaos of her own along the way.

The bell rang, bringing Lizzie's focus back to the present. She packed up her things slowly as the other students rushed into the hall and Mr Tanner shouted something about the reading assignment. She jumped in surprise when she looked up to see a petite, dark-skinned girl standing in front of her desk. It was Elena and Caroline's friend Bonnie. She smiled kindly at Lizzie.

"Hey, Lizzie," she greeted. "Elena, Caroline and I were going to meet up at the Grill tonight, and I was wondering if you'd like to join us. And before you answer, it was Caroline's idea to invite you, so I'm pretty sure you don't actually have much of a choice."

Lizzie giggled. "Sure, I'd love to."

"Great! Caroline said to be there at around seven, so I'll see you then."

Lizzie watched as Bonnie walked out of the classroom. She was a lot like her ancestor Emily, though clearly her powers hadn't yet fully developed. She definitely had the potential to be an extremely powerful witch. An image flashed through Lizzie's mind. Bonnie, standing in a cave surrounded by fire, hair flying wildly around her with dark veins snaking up her arms and neck as she chanted.

Lizzie shook her head to clear it. What the hell? She suddenly felt very thirsty, and she rushed out of the school, fighting back the urge to sink her fangs into the nearest person. She knew Stefan didn't have any blood with him (well, any blood that wasn't from a fuzzy woodland creature anyway) so she stopped and carefully scanned the milling students for a suitable meal. She settled on a tall, beefy-looking guy in a letter jacket not too far away. She glanced down, adjusting her lacy black tank top so it was showing off just enough cleavage to be tantalizing but not slutty. She began walking towards him, swaying her hips ever so slightly. As she approached him she smiled shyly and cleared her throat lightly.

"Excuse me," she said.

He turned his head to look at her. She could hear his heart rate increase as he swept his gaze over her.

"Hi there," he said, his eyes lingering on her exposed skin. "You're the new girl, right?"

"Yeah," she replied, her tone breathy and flirtatious. "I'm Lizzie. I was hoping someone could show me around," she pouted her lower lip slightly and fluttered her lashes. She could almost see him turn to putty in front of her.

"Well, can't have a pretty thing like you getting lost now can we? I'd love to show you around, Lizzie. I'm Josh, by the way," he held out his hand.

She took it, caressing his skin lightly. His pulse jumped higher.

"Well, Josh," she purred. "Lead the way."

He quickly said goodbye to his buddies, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"So, Lizzie," he said, grinning down at her. "What would you like to see?"

She looked directly into his eyes and smirked. "Follow me." She used a bit of compulsion for good measure.

He did as he was told, following her inside and into a secluded supply closet. She closed the door and turned to face him.

"Don't make a sound. This won't hurt at all," she compelled.

She extended her fangs and bit into his neck. She felt a rush of relief as she fed, and the blood lust subsided. Careful not to drain him too much, she pulled back and licked her lips. The bite had been clean, and there was only a small trickle of blood coming from the wound. She locked her eyes to his again.

"Clean yourself up, and forget this happened." Her eyes dilated one last time and she turned, opening the door to make sure the hallway was empty before vamp speeding away.

She decided to skip last period, which was a study hall anyway, and just go home. Hopefully Stefan wouldn't find out about her little snack. He would definitely make a bigger deal than necessary out of it. She didn't really want to try coming up with an excuse either, seeing as Stefan watched her down two blood bags that morning before they left for school.

She came to a stop when she reached the front door of the Boarding House. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. The house was dark, and quiet.

"Hello," she called out. "Is anyone home? Zach?" No one responded. "Guess not."

She walked upstairs, the sound of her heels muffled by the antique rug. She noticed Damon's bedroom door slightly ajar. She walked forward slowly, and pushed the door the rest of the way open. The room was completely empty and spotless. She walked towards the huge four poster bed and sat down on the edge. The housekeeper must have been in here, the sheets were fresh and the air smelled faintly of lemon furniture polish. She slipped off her boots and tossed her jacket on the end of the bed. She flopped herself down on the pillows, and reached in her pocket for her phone. She set an alarm for five, so she would have enough time to get ready to go to the Grill after her nap. She needed one after her little "episode" (she refused to call them visions, because that was just ridiculous) that afternoon. Setting her phone aside, she closed her eyes and quickly fell into a dreamless sleep.