Chapter 2 - Enemies? You have enemies?
The night goes fast, and before you know it, it is the morning. Molly wakes up in a white room which is plain but pretty vintage. Its gorgeous. She wait's a moment, just looking at the ceiling, thinking how fast things had changed.
Yesterday, she was still mourning the loss of her parents and doubted that she would ever actually find her cousins. Or Uncles would be the more appropriate word. But, we're not going to go into family history, she thought.
Slipping out of her bed, she walks out of the room and down the stairs. She has no idea where she's actually going, but she continues to walk anyway. When she finally gets down the stairs, she walks back into the room where she'd met everyone last night.
Everybody had left pretty soon after she had arrived. Damon didn't want to believe that she was actually related to him, and Stefan was pretty scared that he would go all killer again. Molly was pretty afraid too, so she left Stefan to sort his brother out and she went to the room Stefan had told her to settle into.
"Morning" A voice knocks her out of her thoughts. She flinches a little when the person speaks, thinking that its Damon at first but is reassured when Stefan walks around the corner.
She smiles lightly at him before he speaks again. "You thought I was Damon, right?" She nods, and then asks "How did you know?" He smiles back at her. "You seemed afraid of him, slightly, last night. I can see that we're related, kiddo" She laughs at his comment. "Really? You're afraid of him?" But before Stefan could reply someone else did.
"No, but he's afraid of what I can do" And with that Damon storms past, knocking Molly slightly into Stefan's body.
"Did you have to do that?" Stefan asks his brother, as they both sat in the room with the fire blazing. "No, I didn't. But it looked good for effect" He chuckles, downing another shot of Vodka.
"She's sixteen, Damon, and our only living relative, so don't hurt her. She's afraid of you, because you haven't exactly got the best track record with people in general have you?" Damon laughs. "No. But I don't want a living relative to mess our lives up. We have enough problems, I don't need a child witch who is the unnatural spawn of a vampire who is the spawn of our Uncle"
Stefan just glares. "Damon, get over it. She's here. And we have the responsibility of looking after her. You did great job with Jeremy. Now do the same with her."
Damon pours another shot of vodka, and then downs it. "A good job? I've done a terrible job. He's basically failing high school because he's been dragged into this world. If any of you actually cares about this girl, you'll realise that the best thing for her would to be as far away from me as possible" Stefan rolls his eyes but gives in.
"Fine, Damon, leave her. But if it comes down to her needing protecting, I'm counting on you to help. Because there is something, a tiny fiber of you, that shows that you actually care about her" And with that, he walks out, leaving Damon to think about what he said alone, with a half-full bottle of Vodka.
When Elena stops back at the place she has called home for so long, she is wondering whether Molly, the new Salvatore, was still in the house. "Stefan?" She calls at the door as she walks in but there's no answer.
But instead of Stefan or Damon (because he would answer to 'Stefan' anyways) answering, the young girl Elena had met for the first time last night came bundling down the stairs.
"Hey" The girl, Molly, says, nervous under Elena's gaze. "Hello" Elena replies, trying to reassure her that she is alright. "Where's Stefan? Damon? Are they here?" Molly shakes her head. "No, they left an hour ago I guess. Stefan didn't want to leave me alone, he called someone called Caroline but she was kind of busy so I assured him I would be alright on my own. He should be back soon, he said he wouldn't be long" Molly rambles, causing Elena to smile.
"He should have called me, I'm free. Are you hungry? Lets go to The Grill" Elena suggests and Molly beams.
When they get to the grill, Elena takes Molly to small table towards the back of the restaurant. "Order anything, its fine" Molly laughs but orders a small meal, whereas Elena doesn't order anything.
"I ate earlier" Elena reassures when Molly raises a questioning eyebrow when the waitress came over to take their order. Molly nods, understanding. "I know you have a problem" Molly says out of the blue, when she is halfway through her meal.
"What do you mean?" Elena curiously asks. Molly takes another forkful of her food. "The travellers? I know you've got a problem. I could help, you know?" Elena looks at her for a moment, but then realises what the girl said.
"Really? But you don't know what the problem is?" Molly laughs. "You and Stefan have been having sexual, weird dreams about each other and what it would be like in the future, right?" Elena blushes lightly but nods.
"There must be some reason why. But I think I know why" She takes another fork-full of food and eats it. "Go on" Molly chuckles lightly and puts her cutlery down.
"You destroyed one of the last doppelgangers, the last, sorry. The universe is trying to draw you and Stefan together, because you are the only two that can truly be together now." Elena furrows her eyebrows.
"So we're sired to each other?" Elena says, thinking she has cracked it. But, Molly shakes her head. "No. I don't know what it is. But its definitely not siring." Elena nods and takes out her phone, leaving Molly to eat her food in peace. But when Elena opens her phone, she sees its dead.
When Stefan and Damon get back to the house, they expect Molly to be sitting in her room or exploring the ancient house that belongs to her ancestors.
But when they get there, they can't seem to find her. "Molly?" Stefan calls out, but there's no answer. Panic starts to set in. "Moll?" He calls again, but as he thought, she's not there.
"Damon. She's gone" He screams, but Damon seems calm, and a little, um, relieved? "No, she's probably asleep" He says but doesn't fully believe it. He races up the stairs until he reaches her room, but he's met with an empty room. Hollow and silent. He expected it.
"Is she there?" Stefan asks, but he knows the answer anyway. "No" Then it is silent until the front door opens. Stefan runs slowly to the door, hoping its her. But Caroline just strolls in and looks in confusion at his worried face.
"Hey, I'm fine. Why do you look so worried?" She asks. Damon rolls his eyes but Stefan answers. "Molly, she's missing" Caroline doesn't know the girl, personally that is, but she realises that Stefan actually cares about her, or has grown to and Damon isn't far off.
"I'll text Elena now. She might know something. I feel so bad now. I should've come over and babysat or something. I'm sorry" She says to them, but Stefan isn't listening and Damon couldn't care less.
Caroline texts Elena, but gets no reply. She thinks nothing of it, there is no reason for her to. Elena is a grown woman, she could be back on campus for all Caroline knows. It's starting to get dark when the door opens again.
Stefan is still pacing, back and forth whilst Damon drowns his sorrows in a glass of Bourbon. As soon as they hear the front door click Stefan looks eagerly, hoping that the girl will come through the door.
"Oh, hi" Molly drags out when she sees the three people who are staring at the door. "Molly" Stefan says before he engulfs the small girl in his arms. She's confused, you can tell.
"Um, hello, Stefan. What's going on?" She manages to say. "You were missing" Stefan says, looking at her straight in the eyes. "I was with Elena" She motions to the older girl next to her. "At the grill. Getting some food. Why? Where did you think I was?" Molly chuckles and Stefan smiles lightly.
"Kidnapped. Dead. I don't know" Molly laughs, like full on laughs, before saying. "I'm fine, Uncle Stefan, I'm fine. Alive. Well. And healthy. But I feel very honoured that you were so worried" She walks back into Stefan's embrace. She feels safe there. And it has been a while since she has felt safe.
Night comes fast but Molly can't sleep. She thinks back to the time when her Mum and Dad would come into the room, before she slept, and whisper good night to her. Her mother would come in and maybe make some feathers fly around her room, it sent Molly straight to sleep. Molly sometimes will make feathers fly around her room, but mostly it was too painful to think about.
Molly flings her feet out of bed and pads down stairs. She goes to the kitchen and grabs a small glass that Damon normally uses for his alcoholic beverages and fills it up with water.
As she takes a sip, someone knocks her out of her thoughts. "You should have left a note today" Somebody says. Molly whips her body around so she can see the person. "We wouldn't have been so worried" She sees the person and sighs when she realises its Damon.
"Didn't think you'd care, Damon" He clenches his fists but releases them before Molly sees. "Because Damon, I turned up out of the blue, unannounced, unexpected. And you hated it, I know. And I'm sorry. But it was either here, or being killed by my enemies or people who don't like me"
Damon looks at the girl, who was revealing more about herself to him without even realising. "Enemies? You have enemies?" Her face shows pure shock for a moment, but then she realises that she had told Damon about some of her darkest fears. Her enemies.
"No. Not really. Okay, maybe. But I'm a vampire witch person who can move things and doesn't fit in. Of course people dislike me. People who dislike you, dislike me." Damon looks at the girl and studies her for a second.
They have their similarities, he'll give her that. But that's because his father and Uncle were twins, identical almost. So they share some of the same features. Her eyes are almost the same colours as his.
"We're a dysfunctional family, Molly, but you get used to it" She looks at him with small wide eyes, when he calls her family but masks it as soon as it comes on her face. She's a lot like him, Damon thinks. The way she can mask her true emotions so quickly.
"I've had sixteen years to get used to it and I'm still not okay with it. But it's alright. Sometimes. When your only family doesn't hate you" She says, slightly glaring at Damon.
He's surprised at her sudden outburst. She goes to push past her to go back to her room but Damon grabs her shoulder, trying hard not to inflict pain on her.
"I don't hate you, Molly. I don't particularly like you, but I don't hate you. We're family, remember?" Molly nods, pursing her lips. Then she shrugs his grip off her and walks back upstairs, leaving Damon to shut the light off and follow her to bed.
When he gets up the stairs, he sees Molly's door is slightly open. The light is off and there is no sound coming from there. He pushes the door ever so slightly, avoiding a loud creak. When he looks in, she's fast asleep.
"Goodnight, Molly" He whispers. "I-" But he stops himself and shuts the door, before he says anything else.
Thank you for the lovely reviews left on the last chapter, they inspired me to write a longer one this time. This is slightly boring, I am sorry. Next chapter will be slightly dramatic. I hope you enjoyed and please, review/fave/follow because it means so, so much! -Jess.