"Question: Tell me what you think about me
I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings
Only ring your celly when I'm feelin' lonely
When it's all over, please get up and leave"
-Destiny's Child, Independent Women.
"Question, tell me how you feel about this," I sung loudly, moving my hips to the beat of the song as it flew out of my phone.
Skillfully using my spatula, I scooped up the last of the batch of pancakes I would need for breakfast with Damon and Stefan. Zach had left already, electing not to eat breakfast for some reason. Honestly, he needs to get laid.
"I buy my own diamond, I buy my own ring," I continued singing, lifting my hand up to look at the daylight ring I owned.
It looked like the ones my brother had, the same Salvatore crest and an embedded "K" for my first name. Damon had a "D" and Stefan had an "S" for their first names. We had these since we were mortals.
Matching rings.
(Mystic Falls, Virginia, 1863.)
"Father, you cannot be serious!" I yelled, slamming my hands on father's desk, something which no one would dare to do considering the man's temper was explosive to anyone around him.
Father, if I could even call that man my father, sneered at me, "You have no place questioning my decisions, seeing as you are still living under my roof despite your age."
I sneered back at him, "Damon is my little brother, I have all the rights in the world to object to this stupid decision," I sharply said, "And it's quite a stupid decision, though considering the person making it..."
"Defending the South is an honor."
My grip tightened on on the desk, "The South is where idiots who want to die go, do not speak to me about something which you do not possess."
My father scoffed, leaning back in his chair, "I do not care of what happens to Damon. If you were a boy, I would have sent you too. Damon is irresponsible and cowardly. You? You are a widow that I am forced to feed and house. Damon and Kiara, disappointments of my life."
Disappointment?
Damon? The one person who tried to please him the most was a disappointment?
That was it!
Reeling back my dominant hand, I punched father in his nose.
It was three hours later that I lay in my bed, bruised but still angry. I glared at the ceiling, cursing my father.
If one could even call him a father.
Since I was little, I have always been a disappointment to him. Solely because I was a girl, not a boy. As I grew up, his disappointment met a friend called disdain, simply because I did not act like a normal girl. I did not bow my head in the face of authority. I did not bend myself to this pathetic town's rules. Instead, I behaved in a way that a proper lady of society should not.
So, of course he married me off.
Luckily, Mr Lockwood died before I could become Mrs Lockwood. Unfortunately, that meant I was once again under father's roof. But hey, at least I had my brothers. My two lights.
I grabbed the sheets of my bed, holding them tightly. I was not going to let Damon die because of that stupid man's order.
"Sister."
My gaze snapped towards my door and I smiled, "Damon!"
He smiled back at me, though his smile was filled with guilt.
I held my arms open.
He hugged me tightly.
"Sister, thank you for trying, but-"
"I am never going to give up on you, brother," I cut Damon off, knowing he was going to ask me to stop fighting on his behalf.
His grip tightened and I saw Stefan appear at my door as well, a look filled with guilt in his face as well. Out of my siblings, I was the only one who blatantly and openly defied father. Damon and Stefan, my two sweet angels, were too afraid to do it.
It didn't matter.
I would always fight father for them.
Smiling, I beckoned Stefan to join the hug.
He did so without hesitation.
"That counts for you too, Stefan. I am never giving up on either of you." I promised, hugging them tighter. "I'm going to always be here for you two. Always."
A thought crossed my head and I pulled back, "I have a surprise for you two..."
Stefan and Damon shared an unsure look before looking at me.
"What is the occasion?" Damon curiously asked.
"Today," I started, "Marks the day I was supposed to get married, three years ago."
Stefan chuckled at that, "Then should we not be the ones giving you something?"
"You did, after all, successfully manage to avoid marrying the Lockwood dunce," Damon added with a chuckle of his own.
"Well, I expect a gift from both of you this week then," I smiled as I lifted up my pillow, revealing two small black cases. The one on the left was for Stefan and the one one the right was for Damon.
In them lay rings.
Beautiful rings.
They would love it.
(Present)
"The shoes on my feet, I bought 'em," I continued singing, putting my hand down.
Yes, those idiots did end up loving their rings. Though I doubt they'd still wear if it weren't for the fact that they became their daylight rings.
Me? I got mine from them for my birthday back in 1863. I could have gotten a witch to make me another daylight ring after I became a vampire, but I kept wearing this ring anyway. To remind me of my promise to make Damon and Stefan's lives living hell.
Hell, after all, was befitting for my brothers after what they did.
"Well, well, here I thought I was just imagining your awful singing."
"Take a seat, Damon," I ordered, turning around to set my plate on the table.
"It's the same routine, huh? Eat breakfast together, play family and then make mine and Stefan's lives hell," Damon talked as he sat down.
I faked a gasp, "How did you know?"
"It got predictable after the fifteenth time."
Ignoring the sarcasm, I grabbed a squirt bottle, "Except this time, our pancakes won't be plain. I introduce to you," I squirted the bottle's contents on his pancakes, "Blood syrup, one of the fine ways to make breakfast delicious for a vampire. Human blood for you, bunny blood for Stefan considering he's still on that god awful diet of his."
Damon rolled his eyes, but started digging in anyways.
I raised my eyebrow at the silence.
When it comes to Damon, silence was a worrying thing.
"You're unusually quiet. Where is that declaration of hate? The whole banter of hatred and jabbing failures in each other's faces before one of us ends up stabbing the other in the back?" I tried provoking him.
"Believe it or not, my life doesn't revolve around you and your sibling hatred, Kiara."
"Oh, I know," I smirked, "It used to revolve around me though, up until 1864, remember? Then it started revolving around the whore, Katherine Pierce." I tilted my head to the side, avoiding a knife to the head, "Though, I shouldn't be talking about someone being a whore, should I?" I mused, gleefully smiling at Damon's glare.
"No, you shouldn't," Damon agreed.
He glared at me.
"How about a truce?" I asked, my smile becoming wider and wider. "We both want the same thing, after all."
He tensed.
"To open the tomb."
"Trying to find your beloved boyfriend?" Damon asked, putting on a fake smirk.
I rolled my eyes, "Unlike you, I know the definition of moving on."
We both stopped talking as Stefan's groan hit our ear.
"Damon..." Stefan muttered, probably still sleepy, "...and Kiara...no!"
Damon and I shared a smirk as Stefan vamp-sped into the kitchen, an alarmed look on his face.
"Good morning Stefan~!" I chirped, motioning to his plate, "Pancakes?"
He frowned, but just like Damon, he sat down.
"Pancakes and bunny blood syrup, just for you." I winked at Stefan.
"So what now?" Stefan asked, looking me in the eyes. "You're going to play family before wreaking havoc and leaving?"
"See, predictable," Damon sang, shoving his pancake in his mouth.
"Or maybe this time I'm really here to redeem myself," I seriously said, looking Stefan in his eyes, "I..maybe I want things to be okay between us, we used to be so damn close to each other. We were the dream team, the Three Musketeers," I looked at Damon as I said this, "I want that back. I'm going to redeem myself, I promise."
They both didn't say anything as I grasped their hands, "I'll start by saying...just kidding!"
Laughing at the hurt that flashed in their eyes just for a fraction of a second, I let their hands go and slapped my thigh.
They stayed quiet as I finished laughing.
"Done being a Mean Bitch?" Damon sarcastically asked.
"For as long as we live, I'll always be the mean bitch." I stated in a matter of fact way.
"What are you here for?" Stefan asked. "Both of you."
Damon just gave him a secretive smile, "Believe it or not, Kiara and I are here for the same reason."
Stefan's eyes widened.
I didn't blame him.
Damon and I were a bad combination.
I stood up, "Dear brothers," I grinned at them, "Even when I have my own agenda, I still make sure to keep my promises. Always. Or," my thoughts strayed towards the Originals, "Should I say for all eternity?"
"Maybe I'll even steal the girl while I'm at it~!"
With that, I left.
I knew that Stefan and Damon would interpret my words as a sign of me trying to steal Elena Gilbert and Katherine Pierce respectively.
"Why did you call me?" Annabelle asked over the phone.
"Baby, hello," I greeted.
"Are you drunk?"
"No, I'm not!" I denied, motioning the server to get me another bottle of Scotch.
"Salvatore, it's nine in the morning."
"Already? Wow, time flies by when you're having fun." I mused.
I've been at the Mystic Grill since it opened at six.
"Look, what do you want?"
"You."
"Not in a million years."
I smiled at her dry response, "Was just a joke.."
"Great, even when you're drunk you manage to hurt people's feelings."
Her words made me quickly sober up, "Oh? Did I hurt your feelings?"
"I thought you were drunk..."
"Vampires don't get drunk, sweetheart." I informed her, slapping some bills on the counter, "Just like you don't get to play the victim."
"I'm not playing the victim here!"
"It's been a century, Anna. You're still playing the victim."
"...screw you, Salvatore."
"You lost the privilege a long time ago, Anna."
She hung up.
Well, might as well go to school.
"What are you doing here?"
I ignored Stefan's muttering as he and his classmates shuffled into the classroom.
"Bounjour~!" I chirped before turning around towards the board.
With my back still turned to the classroom, I started writing my name on the board, "My name's Kiara Salvatore. Now, Kiara is Italian for 'brightness' but I prefer the Irish meaning of my name, which is..." I trailed off, writing it on the board, "Little dark one. Though I'm not that little, am I?" I joked, finally turning around to face my class.
Some of the kids were looking between Stefan and I.
Stefan's face was stoic, as usual.
"Now, any questions?"
Immediately, all hands went up.
I pointed to a blonde girl, "Jessica."
"My name's Caroline," the girl corrected me, "What's your relation with Stefan?"
"Stefan's my baby brother, of course."
"But he said he doesn't have any family..."
I mock gasped, looking at Stefan with a hurt look, "Baby brother, we may not have had the best family situation...but to outright reject Damon and I's existence?"
"I didn't say I don't have any family," Stefan gritted out, a little animosity seeping out, "I just said that I have none that I talk to."
I smirked.
"Well, class? If we're done with the gossip-"
"No!" Caroline immediately cut me off, "I still have questions."
"Alright, Blondie Locks, ask."
"Where did you come from? Why don't you and Stefan talk? Who is Damon?"
"I came from Hell to torture you poor kids," I joked, earning some chuckles, "We don't talk because of something that happened a long time ago and Damon's our other brother, older than Stefan but younger than me."
Murmurs broke out.
"Now!"
Everyone looked at me.
I looked at all of them in their eyes, lingering a little on Elena.
She really was a dead ringer for Katherine to the point where I felt a bit crept out. I wonder if she even acts like Katherine does. Well, probably not considering Stefan wouldn't be whipped if she acted like Katherine.
"I'm going to teach you French."
After teaching Stefan's class, I had a free period.
Usually, I'd just go and kill time at a bar, but well Jeremy Gilbert caught by eye on the way. He was sitting on top of a table at the Stoner's pit, probably skipping class. Honestly, he screamed out cute and trouble in my opinion. More cute than trouble though.
A smirk easily adorned my face as I walked towards him, not even bothering to hide my presence.
As if sensing my gaze, he turned to look my way. I'd say he looked pleasantly surprised to see me again. My smirk only widened at that, I didn't care if it was because of the compulsion or not.
I stopped right in front of him, placing my elbows on his knees and casually invading his personal space.
His breath hitched.
If I didn't know better, I'd say he was expecting another kiss.
"We meet again, cutie."
"Kiara..."
"Oh, you remembered my name. I'm flattered."
"You go to school here?"
I chuckled, "Something like that. I work here as a French teacher, you should apply for my course," I let my eye suggestively assess him, "I'd love to teach you a thing or two, darling."
"I'll...think about it..."
I stood up straight, no longer leaning on him, earning me a confused look.
Letting my smirk drop, I took the cigarette he was smoking from him and placed it in my own mouth.
Inhale.
I exhaled it right in his face.
Instead of having a coughing fit like I expected him to, he simply inhaled the second-hand smoke through his nose and exhaled it back at me through his mouth in a smoke ring.
The smoke ring hit me in the eyes, causing me to blink.
To be honest, I was surprised. I've never met a fifteen year old who managed to surprise me like Jeremy just did, even if it was only mildly. Just like that, Jeremy Gilbert went from cute to hot in my books. I couldn't wait until he hit like eighteen or older, by that time he'd only be hotter.
"That was hot..."
Jeremy smirked.
Honestly, it looked more cute than hot in my opinion, but well he still deserved a little reward for catching me off guard.
Throwing the cigarette away from over my shoulder, I wasted no time in grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him towards me. His mouth parted in surprise and I wasted no time in slipping my tongue in him.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
He clumsily tried to fight for dominance as his hands rested on my hips.
Four seconds.
I teased him for a bit, letting him think he was in charge as I played with his hair.
Five seconds.
I dominated him before allowing our make-out session to last for five more seconds.
Then I simply broke the kiss, leaving him slightly winded.
His expression? Mindblown.
I smirked, pleased at my work as I stepped back.
"Won't you get fired for that?"
"I won't."
"You sound sure about that," Jeremy skeptically remarked.
I shrugged, "I always get what I want, darling."
Jeremy simply shook his head at me, apparently not really caring either way.
"It's only like the second day of school and you're already skipping fourth period. I think you should be concerned about your own future."
Jeremy scoffed at my words, "Doesn't matter."
"What did you come here to think about?"
Finally, he looked at me. Really looked at me.
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?" I tilted my head in confusion.
"You just..."
"Just?"
"You make me think. About Vicki, about school, about myself..."
Well, it's called compulsion.
Works wonders on mortals.
"Hell, I can't stop thinking about you!"
His outburst made me blink. Again, compulsion, darling. "What do you think of...when you think about me?" I curiously asked, allowing my tone to be casual.
I only compelled him to think of me. So I didn't exactly control the theme. For all I know, he couldn't stop thinking of ways to murder me. So I really was curious about what his mind came up with.
"I, uh..."
He looked me in the eyes.
Big mistake, darling.
"Tell me," I compelled him.
"I can't stop thinking about us sleeping."
I laughed, "See? That wasn't so hard, now was it?"
Jeremy looked surprised, he probably expected me to react negatively. "You don't look surprised." He observed, "In fact, you look...happy?"
"You're not the first or the last person to proclaim their want to have sex with me, darling. And of course I'm happy! I mean I've kissed you like what, two times? Take a hint, Jeremy. I want to fuck you too."
"Really?"
I nodded, "Word of advice though? Girls like me like it...rough, naughty and dirty." I whispered in his ears before biting his earlobe.
He was turned on.
I could literally feel it.
Without waiting for a response, I backed away. "Salvatore boarding house, come over whenever and I'll give you the best fuck of your life."
"Hello brothers!" I cheerfully yelled, opening the door to the house.
Stepping into the house, I was immediately greeted with what seemed to be a tense and awkward scene consisting of Elena Gilbert and my brothers. I had to fight back the urge to roll my eyes.
Was history already repeating itself?
Honestly, this is why I don't do romance.
"...and Elena. Hello to you too." I acknowledged the girl.
She seemed relieved by an extra female presence. Instead of verbally greeting me, she gave me a polite smile.
Seriously?
Damon had better not complicated my plans. I didn't want Elena or Stefan anywhere near the godforsaken tomb. Elena, because Pearl might just kill her for looking like Katherine or being a Gilbert. Stefan, because have you seen his hero hair? It makes him think he's actually a hero.
"I see you've met Damon, the annoying one," I noted, sending a brief glare at a smirking Damon before turning my attention back to Elena. "I hope he hasn't done anything inappropriate? He has a habit of stealing Stefan's past lovers."
At my words, both brothers tensed.
Good.
Focus on me, not each other. I'm the bad guy after all.
Elena gained a confused frown at my words, "No, but he did mention...a Katherine?"
I fought back a facepalm as Stefan glared at a once again smirking Damon.
Okay, looks like I'll have to fix this mess since Stefan was too busy with his love-hate sibling spat with Damon.
"Oh, the bitch."
My words confused Elena more.
"The only one who likes Katherine is Damon, but she only had eyes for Stefan." I casually continued, finally smirking at the glares I was receiving. Only Elena seemed eager to hear what more I had to say. "It's a complicated and long story, which isn't mine to tell. But the ending? Well, she went away after destroying a family."
Little Elena seemed less tense now that she heard what I had to say.
"I'll let Stefan tell you the awkward ex story when you're both ready," I winked at the unofficial couple, "But personally? I think you're really perfect for Stefan. So please, don't give up on the dense idiot, alright?"
Finally, Elena completely relaxed and smiled.
A real smile.
"I won't." She assured me, before looking at Stefan with a smile.
I could feel Stefan's surprised look and Damon's annoyed filled one.
"Well, Stefan?"
"Y-yeah?" Stefan was looking at me with a guarded expression.
Good. If it took that one small act of supposed kindness to make him drop his guard completely, I would have been sorely disappointed. The whole point of the game was to make him keep second guessing if I was really turning over a new leaf after all. Then the ending when I prove that I'll never turn over a new leaf.
Hahaha.
"Walk Elena home."
Stefan nodded.
"And Elena?"
Elena looked at me without a guarded expression.
She'll learn eventually.
"Tell Jeremy I really do hope he considers taking French."
"I will. Thank you for everything Kiara."
Damon walked up next to me and casually draped an arm around my shoulder, "It was lovely meeting you Elena. You're welcome to come over anytime."
I nodded in agreement as Damon and I smirked at the unofficial couple, reflecting the image of a 'wonderful family' that we weren't. I was sure Elena wasn't entirely convinced, at least when it came to Stefan and Damon.
Damon's smirk fell off when Elena and Stefan left.
The arm he had around his sister tightened. "Great, you ruined my fun."
A bell-like laughter echoed in his ears. The laughter brought back a lot of memories for Damon. Pleasant memories of when he had a loving big sister that would do anything for him with a smile. Haunting memories of when his hate filled big sister would leave emotional scars all over him with a smirk.
Kiara Salvatore.
The first born and ultimately least favorite of the Salvatore family head back in 1864.
'Someone I can't afford to let my guard down around.' Damon thought as Kiara dragged him to the parlor.
"Your fun almost ruined my plans Damon."
Damon scoffed, "Your plans? Don't you mean our plans?"
"Nope. I'm a solo act."
Damon rolled his eyes, ignoring the tiny sting he felt at the words as he caught the glass Kiara threw at him. He watched as she poured herself some bourbon before handing him the bottle and sitting on their couch.
"Look Damon, don't butt yourself in Stefan or Elena's business. They'll only complicate the tomb business."
Damon raised an eyebrow at Kiara's serious words. "Come on, dear sister, explain. Use your words."
"Stefan will probably get in the way of opening the tomb and Elena looks like Katherine. Two plus two equals?"
Damon allowed Kiara's words to sink in.
Yes, Stefan will probably try to make sure the tomb stays closed. And although Damon doubted that Stefan could take on both him and Kiara while on that stupid diet of his, he knew from experience that Stefan could be an annoying thorn in his plans. He couldn't risk Stefan screwing up the chance he has of rescuing Katherine. In fact, he'd prefer if Stefan doesn't even see Katherine. He didn't want a repeat of 1864.
Then his mind went to Elena.
Who looked like Katherine.
Yeah, he didn't even want to think about how that could complicated their plans. Wait, no. His plans. (Their plans, his humanity stubbornly insisted.)
"Four."
Kiara slowly clapped, "I'm impressed. You actually know basic maths."
Damon rolled his eyes at Kiara's sarcasm before downing the bourbon straight out of the bottle. "Basically, we let Stefan and Elena play house?"
Kiara hummed in agreement, "Meaning, no messing with Elena or her loved ones."
"I won't."
Damon innocently blinked at the deadpan look Kiara was giving him.
"No messing with Caroline Forbes either, Damon. Her mother's the sheriff for crying out loud. Pick another plaything. Like the girl at the bonfire."
Damon bit back a snarky remark. Kiara was right, as much as he loathed to admit it. Freeing Katherine was more important than messing with Stefan. It didn't mean he wouldn't try when he sees an opening though.
"Now, if you excuse me, I have to clean up."
Damon raised an eyebrow, "Who are you fucking tonight?"
He and Kiara may be very estranged, but he was well aware that he and his sister had a lot in common. Such as their sleeping around a lot ways. The only difference was that Damon wasn't as picky as Kiara.
Kiara smirked at him, "Jeremy Gilbert."
With that she sped away.
Damon snorted, "Fucking hypocrite."
He was amused at Kiara though.
After all, he immediately saw what she was thinking.
He also agreed.
What better way to mess with Stefan than by screwing his girlfriend's brother?
Honestly, Damon was kinda disappointed that he hadn't thought about it first.
Oh well.
Chapter End.
Author's Note:
Well, sorry for the tardy update.
But well, I do have a reason. Mainly, the way The Vampire Diaries ended. Warning: spoilers ahead for those of you who haven't watched the ending yet.
I was and still am very disappointed in the ending. Like our "legend, myth, the baddest bitch of all" Katherine came back only to get defeated so fucking easily? How? How? And yeah, of course Bonnie and Caroline get the short end of the stick. As usual.
I don't even like Bonnie that much, but I'm still disappointed in the way things ended for her. In my opinion, she deserved Enzo. But no. Enzo had to stay dead. Like I wanted Enzo and Bonnie to get their happy endings. They both deserved their happy endings.
Enzo. He went through a very crappy life. Abandoned left and right. Betrayed left and right. And just when he finally found someone who didn't give up on him, who didn't stop loving him even after he died, they let him stay dead. No. No. No.
Or Stefan. How can you kill off Stefan? Like NO! The Stefan/Damon bromance should have continued for centuries upon centuries. Let Elena die.
Damon's ending. No. Just no.
Elena's ending. Okay, it was okay. But still no. The whole her meeting her family again after dying? No. Her parents hated vampires. She fucked like two vampires and became one herself.
Caroline's ending. As much as I ship Klaus and Caroline, I also got disappointed by her ending. She's probably the only one still alive. Her friends all dead. Her fiance dead. Everyone dead. Poor Care.
Matt's ending. WHY COULDN'T VICKI COME BACK TO LIFE?!
I'm not even going to touch the other endings.
I'm just disappointed.
Spoilers over.
So yeah.
Sorry for not updating.
Hope y'all enjoy this chapter.
Important: I write the plot as I go. Sure, I have a rough idea of what's going to happen,some well thought out ideas (like Kiara's name origin), plot twists and how this story will end, but aside from that I'm making it up as I go. So if there's anything you wanna see happen, just review or PM me.
Questions:
1. What do you think of TVD's ending?
2. What do you wanna see happen?
3. So far, who do you ship Kiara with?