A/n- Welcome to the newest story! This is to get me back into the swing of writing after having a broken arm for a while and being unable to write. To those of you that are waiting on me to continue my other stories I promise it's going to happen as soon as I can- this one was just begging to be written and wouldn't leave me alone until words were set to paper. Anyways this story is gonna be fun- I hope with a lot of weird twists and turns (but that's what actually makes it fun right?) so please be patient with me. As always thank you to everyone that reads, reviews, favorites and follows. The next chapter should hopefully be up either tomorrow or sometime this weekend. Until next time, happy reading.
Complicated
Chapter 1- Cannibal
"It's complicated..." He hated those words, he really did and yet he found himself standing there, saying them, and watching as the woman that he loved crumbled in front of his eyes.
"Please, explain to me then, how exactly is it complicated?" She folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes into a glare as she refused to cry, she wouldn't cry over another man, she had sworn that to herself after everything that had happened with her last boyfriend. He shrugged his shoulders as he thought about it, realizing seconds after he made the gesture just how big of a mistake it really was. "So that's it then, that's the best that you can come up with is that it's complicated?" She scoffed then and stepped away from him as he reached for her, his eyes pleading with her, begging that that she understand but she couldn't, no she wouldn't understand. "You know what, I don't even care anymore." And just like that she shut down, shrugging her own shoulders, refusing to feel anything because she knew that the moment that she did, the moment that she let it all in was the moment that she would break and she couldn't do that- not again, "You and Katherine can go play whatever little messed up game you have going between yourselves with some other sucker, just leave me out of it and stay the hell away from me." Then she was walking away from the one person that she had finally let in, her arms curling around her body to protect herself from the feeling that were catching and wishing that she had never met him to begin with.
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Six Months Earlier
Elena Gilbert groaned as she rolled over in bed, her hand reaching over to smack the alarm on her nightstand into silence. She grunted softly when her hand connected with a nightstand that was definitely not her own. Pushing up onto her elbows she swore softly as she took in the room around her, noting that once again she had fallen asleep drunk and had failed to sneak out before they woke up. A soft grunt next to her and the rustling of the sheets pulled her attention to her bedmate as he rolled over as well, dragging the blankets with him. She shook her head, trying to clear the fuzz as she slipped from the bed, a shiver racing up her spine as her feet hit the cold tiled floor. She hissed, her eyes scanning the room for her clothes. Her jeans were in a corner, her top half hanging off of the dresser on the other side of the room, her bra a crumpled heap at the base of the bed- she tiptoed across the room, picking up each article of clothing as she went until she had everything. Trying to ignore the throbbing of her hang over she pulled on her bra and her top, reaching for her jeans when she noticed that her lace boyshorts were still missing. Deciding that she didn't care she tugged her jeans on and crept towards the door, determined to make it out before the guy in the bed woke up completely.
"Where you going?" Came the groggy question when she barely managed to get the door open and her purse in her hands. She froze her shoulders hunched up- shit she had been caught.
"Home." She finally answered, trying to look back at him. He was cute at least, brown hair, green eyes tan skin hell he even had ink, a plus in her book, but she knew nothing would come of it- she didn't do relationships, not after him.
"Am I at least gonna get your number before you go?" He questioned, sitting up, the sheets pooling down around his hips and drawing her eyes. She feigned interest, like she was thinking about it before she shook her head.
"Listen Colin-"
"Kol..."
"Whatever. This," She began gesturing between the two of them, "Didn't mean anything. It was sex, plain and simple. It was nice, it was fun and now it's over." She shrugged her shoulders and turned back towards the door, ready to get the hell outta the room and away from the latest one night stand in a string of one night stands, "Think of it as a good memory." She didn't say anything more but escaped out of the bedroom and into the hallway of the apartment, the party from the night before coming back to her in pieces. Red plastic cups and empty bottles lined the hallways to the door, the soft snores coming from the couch telling her that she wasn't the only one who had passed out at the house. She blinked a few times when she finally stepped into the sunlight of the early Saturday morning, thankful that she could go home and sleep off the hell of a hangover that she had. Stumbling to her car she tugged the keys from her purse and unlocked the door, climbing in. It wasn't until she had her sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose that she finally let out a sigh of relief, at least one of her problems taken care of.
The ride home was a short, yet painful one with the constant throbbing of her head. She was glad when she was opening the front door to her house and found that her Aunt wasn't awake yet, not that it mattered, Jenna had learned long ago not to say anything to her about her destructive patterns. Tossing her keys on the small table in the hallway she trudged up the stairs and into her room, dropping her purse next to her door. She wanted to sleep but she knew it wouldn't come easily so instead she went to her window seat, tugging her green journal onto her lap. She sat like that for a while, the page open, and the words not coming. Finally she sighed, pushed her fingers back through chocolate curls and stared down at the journal on her lap.
For the longest time she had gone through life, not doing anything productive, just going day to day, not really living just being. She guessed a part of her had figured that her life had ended when her parents died and when her boyfriend left- she had a brother left but the core part of her family was gone and the girl that used to be bright and functioning, the cheerleader and queen bee was gone too and in her place was a girl that she barely recognized anymore. She used people to be able to feel, she drank until she couldn't see anymore and she pushed away anyone that tried to get close to her. Cocking her head to the side she looked from her window seat over towards where her vanity mirror was- yup she didn't recognize that girl anymore. Black circles ringed whiskey colored eyes, skin pale and almost gaunt looking- every girl dreams of losing weight yeah, but she looked sickly, like she could keel over at any moment- hair was stringy and had lost all of its luster, she looked like death warmed over and yet, she couldn't really bring herself to care. Her friends, what little she had left after she shut everyone out, worried about her, but even that didn't inspire her to keep going, to keep moving, to stop being so destructive with herself. Chewing on her bottom lip she looked down at the blank journal page once more- she hadn't really written anything, not since the fatal car accident, instead the once thought filled journal now sat empty on her lap, pen poised to write down something, anything that she was feeling, but that was the problem- she wasn't feeling anything, she hadn't felt anything in months. Picking at the scab on her lip with her teeth she finally set the pen down in defeat, nothing, absolutely nothing once again.
She swallowed as she closed the journal and tossed it to the side, the warm comforts of her bed finally calling her once again- in her dreams she wasn't judged, she wasn't pitied, she wasn't empty- in her dreams she was okay again. The heavy down comforter was chilly as she settled it over her body, her head curling down as close to the blankets as she could absolutely stand. Sunshine was streaming into the room through her window, the sound of birds calling in the distance a reminder that she should be up and getting dressed, ready to face yet another day, but none of that appealed to her. Instead she rolled onto her side and drew the blankets up a little higher until they were over her head, the darkness that the covers provided a warm welcoming, oblivion and sleep beckoning with a sirens call until she couldn't help it, her eyes fluttering shut.
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Damon Salvatore swore as he dropped down yet another box into the foyer of the old boarding house that belonged to his family.
"Hey be gentle with that, it might be breakable," Scolded his Uncle Zack. Damon rolled his eyes, pushing his black curls back out of his face. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be doing this, it was annoying and he had better things to do- like piss off his step sister. Katherine Pierce, his brand new step sister and ex-girlfriend was sun bathing on the stairs in the front foyer, her head tossed back, her blond curls resting against the stairs and her over shirt peeled off until she rested there in her tank top- the boxes that she should have carried into the kitchen sitting at the bottom of the stairs, never having been moved from the place where they originally sat.
"Are you gonna get off your lazy ass and help us any time soon?" He snarled as he talked up the stairs towards her. If he had to be up and doing manual labor at eight in the morning then he would be damned if she wasn't forced to help as well. Katherine cocked an eyebrow at him, the corner of her lips curling up into a lazy smirk.
"Daddy told me I could take a break." She opened her eyes as she said the word Daddy, watching with smug glee as Damon couldn't keep the disgust off his face. It was disturbing that the girl that he had slept with not even a year before was calling his father Daddy. Annabelle Pierce and his father had met one night after Damon and Katherine got in trouble at school- apparently the janitors office wasn't meant for extracurricular activities- and for them it had been love at first sight. With the break up between their children came the development of their own relationship and six months later they were married.
"Can you please not call him that?" He groaned, wincing slightly at the thought. Katherine laughed softly and sat forward, using her arms to push her chest out, a sight that at one time would have appealed to Damon but now just made his stomach roll.
"Oh come on." She pouted, her legs crossing and the toes of one foot sliding along his thigh, "I have to keep myself entertained somehow." It was Damon's turn to roll his eyes as Katherine made it perfectly clear what exactly she would qualify as fun. "It's not like I wanted to move out here in the first place, I would have loved to stay back in New York, I had plenty of things to keep me busy back there." Damon had no doubt of that, the people that kept Katherine busy were the reason that they had broken up- he may have been a shitty boyfriend at times but even he drew the line at cheating. "Tell you what," She purred, leaning forward just a little bit more until he could practically see down her top, "You keep me entertained and I will do anything you ask." She smirked and climbed to her feet, her hands coming up against his chest.
"I'm not sleeping with you Katherine." He snapped before he could really stop himself. She cocked her eyebrow at him, laughing softly.
"I never said anything about sleeping with me," She chided, her nails scraping slightly along the black material of his shirt, "Get your head out of the gutter." She shrugged and stepped past him, heading down the stairs as Giuseppe called her name from deeper in the house, "School starts tomorrow, I'm sure we can find something to help you keep me entertained." She shrugged again and offered him a smile, "Coming Giuseppe." She called back and then she was rounding the corner leaving Damon feeling confused about what the hell had happened. He didn't really have time to think about it though before Zack was calling his name again and it was back to helping unload the moving truck.