Day 2:
The founding families of Mystic Falls are a plotting type. It wasn't difficult to squeeze myself into the secret society they have, being a founding family myself. No one would ever suspect my plans here. Already, I've got the town under my thumb.
I snapped the journal closed and looked out the window. Lizzy went out shopping for us today, going to get some essentials, mostly food... for her. I gave her a special list for my needs, that should keep her preoccupied for most of the day. That will give me time to weasel my way into the town. Founding families... I guess it would be time to pull out the papers. Oh, yeah, I don't have any.
I stood from the sill and slipped on my flats. I met some mysterious eyes at the bottom of the stairs and stopped. I tilted my head before smirking.
"Let me guess. Bad brother, good brother?" I said. Stephen Salvatore. He had the same demeanor as Damon, but he didn't bother flaunting it, like he had it, but didn't need it to get what he wanted. His hair was a dirtier blond and slicked back, and his original eye color shown out: Hazel. He shrugged.
"I'm not really into that scene." He took a step up the stairs. "Damon mentioned something about being ticked off, and I figured I'd come by and see what had his feathers ruffled." I chuckled at his statement. To think I disturbed the emotional nest of the big brother... That pleased me.
"So, if you're not the good cop today, What are you hoping for, Salvatore number two?" I said as I skipped on by him.
"Well, a name, to start with." He followed me out the door.
"And allow you to go and research who I am with your little witch friend? I think not, really." I chuckled. He gave a chuckle in response.
"You know so much about us, and the town already, it hardly seems fair." He came up next to me and I eyed him, slowing my pace.
"...Fine, but only because you said the town, and not my town." I looked forward to see a couple grinning and whispering to each other and narrowed my eyes as they passed. "...Is this town as boring as the buildings?" I asked, looking over at him. He chuckled.
"Aren't we getting off subject?"
"I understand you're having a bit of an immortal problem." I say plainly. His face changes as did his emotions. "So answer my question. Is this town worth it?" I stop at the corner of the street and look at him, an obviously bewildered expression decorating his face.
"Mystic Falls has been my home for... 147 years. I admit, now and again, it has changed, but so have I." He looked around and I watched. His face was serene and... different. "...I think this place should burn." He nearly whispered before turning around and walking away. For some reason, I watched. All my life, I had never seen anyone so heartbroken by all the events of his life.
"Stephen." I called. He paused. Was I feeling nostalgic? Sympathetic? I grimaced. Something is very wrong with me today... "I can't tell you just yet why exactly I'm here." I said. To this, he turned. "Not yet. I have some things to do... But it looks like your getting away from your home on purpose. Why else would you come to see me, and not give me a run down, so much like your brother?" He opened his mouth to say something, but I held up my hand. "If you're feeling as nostalgic as I am... You can come see what I'm up to today. I need to find the Mayor today."
"The Mayor died a couple days ago." He said as he approached me. "And then you show up, mysteriously, just after." I raised my eyebrow.
"You know, you have a strange way of interrogating people." I say. "Even if I wanted the mayor dead to a town I just came to knowing everything about pretty much everyone here, except for that little fact you so graciously gave to me, what benefit would it give me?"
"I don't know. You tell me." He tilted his head. I took a step back and inhaled slightly, looking him over. His demeanor was too spastic to be the Stephen I knew from the journal. Unless he had really changed that much, but then he wouldn't be as bipolar as he'd been portraying himself as. Even the reaper side of himself had a clear path.
"Ooh." I nodded. "You're not Stephen." He smirked to that. "You must be Silas."
"And to think, I was that close to getting you to spill your secrets." He chuckled. "I waited... wanted to see if you'd give it up willingly." He took a few steps forward until he was right above me, peering down into my eyes with a smirk on his face. He looked into them, and his face started to fall. My smile rose.
"I see. You've only been here a short while, and you'd thought you'd get used to getting what you want." I brushed off his shoulder, is if it had lint on it, and adjusted his jacket collar. "You can't read my mind. And, let's face it," I looked up at him with a sincere grin, "You and I both know, that if you interfere with me, I will kill you."
"Did you plan to already?"
"I figured at some point you'd get fed up with my plan. I'm just giving you a little heads up. And, here's the kicker." I shoved my arm through his chest and he groaned loudly. I worked my way through his rib cage and around his heart. "Now, you may not be able to die, but I'm sure you feel a lot of pain." He leaned into me as I squeezed gently. He gasped. "And I'm not like the Salvatore's, or the Gilbert's, or the Forbes, or any of the other founding families. I don't give a damn about my public image. I welcome their knowledge of my existence. And I... Will start... With you. I will find the mistress that holds they key to your life, and I will end it for you." I pulled my arm out and shoved Silas away. He fell to the ground, holding the gaping wound in his chest as I took a gander at my hand.
"Who the fuck are you?" He sneered from the pavement. I smirked.
"Bite me." I said before flitting back to my apartment and slamming the door. I turned to see Lizzy looking petrified at me. "Lizzy, I need this place barricaded as soon as possible." She blinked at me, merely dumbfounded. I tilted my head. "Lizzy, Now. Unless you want to meet the immortal." She blinked again and dropped all her groceries to the floor, dipping into the closet and bringing out some of her ritual things. I looked out the window, but I saw no sign of him. I kept a lookout, and listened in on the staircase outside the room, just in case, as she conjoured and chanted. After a few moments, and taking some of the blood from my arm several times, she sighed.
"I'm done." She said. I pulled the curtain to hide us from the outside world, before turning to her. "What did you do?"
"Well, I nearly spilled all my secrets to him, thinking it was Stephen Salvatore." I said, walking to the bathroom. I ran the sink and began washing my arm as she came in.
"And you were going to willingly do this when you thought it was Stephen?" She scoffed as she leaned in the doorway. I flicked my eyes at her. They must've turned gold, because her body shifted backwards at the gesture.
"I planned to show him my works, and maybe get a few things out of him in the process. Nothing major." I returned my attention to washing. "Besides, I did get something useful out of Silas. The mayor just died... I assume by his hand, since he thought it was clever to try and pin it on me." I flicked the water off of my fingers when all the blood washed away, and dried myself with a towel. "Lizzy..." I looked over at her as I leaned on the sink. "We have a lot to do."
"We?" She shook her head. "You have a lot to do. I don't know what the plan is, except that I'm involved."
"It's for your saftey." I pushed passed her to grab the journal, and a few papers here and there. "The immortal can read minds, and the originals can manipulate it out of you, with verveine or without. " I turned to her and she looked slightly miffed, even though her eyes told me she knew I was right. I reached out and touched her shoulder. "I would tell you everything, If I could find a sure way to keep you, and my secrets, safe."
"Yeah...sure." She nudged my hand away and went to the bed to sit. I sighed.
"How should I begin to prove myself?" I asked while sitting next to her. "I feel every day, the more I do, the less you trust me. You knew my plan to begin with when I took you in. Although I can't tell you the details, it doesn't mean I havent wanted to. I want to share my plan with you, but I also have to keep you safe." I ran a hand through my hair. "I could never be so heartless to you. So tell me, what should I do?"
"...You can start by apologizing to the Salvatore." She said flatly. I blinked.
"Come again?"
"If Stephen were to be of use to you, wouldn't Damon?" She game, leaning against the bedpost. I stared at her. "If Silas is in town, that must mean Stephen is out, or missing. So, your next bet is-"
"Damon. Alright, I get it." I stood. "I suppose my greeting was a little... harsh. I'll confront him."
"Apologize, Tass." She gave a small warning look to me, and I sighed.
"Fine!" I turned and made my way out the door.
