Ah yes hello again readers, it has been a long time hasn't it? Sorry for the very overdue update, I just procrastinate so much. This is a short chapter, but it was meant to give Darcy's family a little limelight. Enjoy, party people!
"New people in Mystic Falls? You must be joking!" Vivian said as Darcy hopped into her banged up minivan.
"No, I'm not joking." Darcy looked at her older sister as she pulled away from the curb and drove down the street.
"Is he cute? Do you think they have more siblings? Do you think there's one in my grade?" Ivy popped her head from the backseat and Darcy screeched.
"What are you doing back there you little demon?" Darcy demanded.
"She jumped in the van before I had a chance to hit her in the face." Vivian glared at Ivy through the rear view mirror.
"I high doubt any of them are in your grade. Besides, you're too young for dating," Darcy told her younger sister.
"At least I can get a date." Ivy stuck out her tongue and Darcy fumed silently.
'Whatever, you little shit. I hope you drown.' she thought bitterly.
"Mom and Dad are having date night tonight, Garrett and Maria are going to the movies, Charlotte, Anika, and I are going bowling, and Ivy is going to bed when she gets home. You'll basically have the house to yourself, short shit." Vivian commented.
"Fun." Darcy muttered.
It kind of hurt her that nobody made plans with her today, but that's usually what happened. She didn't blame them either. She was usually a buzz kill when she wasn't in the mood for social interaction; which was basically all the time.
"Don't give me that attitude! I would have taken you too if I knew you were actually good at bowling." Vivian blew a raspberry at Darcy who was slightly pouting.
"I didn't even want to go bowling with you and your girlfriend." she sneered.
"And Charlotte. Don't forget that little freak of nature." the older girl noted.
"Don't remind me."
"So how's senior year going? Skipping a grade this late and all?" Vivian asked.
"It's there." Darcy looked at the scenery from her window.
"You really need to clean this car. It's filthy in here, and it smells like eight week old McDonalds." Ivy gagged from the backseat.
"If you didn't jump in the car, you wouldn't have to smell it." Vivian shot back.
"Touché." Ivy snapped her fingers.
"To answer your question, Ivy. Yes, he was very cute."
Elijah walked up to the small white house in the middle of the woods with a motive in his head. While in Mystic Falls, he had become his known alias of Elijah Smith, and while maybe Elena Gilbert and her friends know his identity, the rest of the population didn't know a thing.
He had come across a piece of knowledge that would better suit his alias. Stefanie McGrath was the person so see about the history in Virginia, and her husband William knew everything about the plant life.
'You are Elijah Smith, the Historian.' he reminded himself.
He knocked on the dull white door and within two seconds of him knocking, someone had already opened the door. A lanky women with dark red hair opened the door and smiled brightly.
"You must be Mr Smith! I'm Stefanie McGrath, Mystic Falls local Historian, but of course you probably already know that! Come in, come in. I'll brew some coffee for you." She rushed back into her home with a slightly put-back Elijah following her.
"I'm much more of a tea fan, if you have any." he commented as he looked around the house.
The walls were an eggshell white and there were multiple pieces of squishy looking furniture thrown around the open living room. In fact, most of the house was open. There were multiple book bags flung on kitchen chairs, and a running shoe was sitting beside the kitchen table, while the other one was near the front door. Some freshly baked cookies were sitting on the island in the kitchen along with the book The Lord of the Flies. The house looked quite lived in.
"Ignore the mess, most of my children haven't come home from school yet, so they haven't had a chance to clean up." Stefanie waved her hand around the mess and laughed a bit. "Would you like a cookie while you wait for the coffee?" She seemed to have missed him asking for tea, so he reminded her that he would prefer tea.
"I'm sorry, dear. My short term memory is absolutely dreadful." She walked over to one of the cabinets hanging from the wall and searched them.
"My husband and kids are coffee fanatics, me included. My daughter, Darcy, really likes tea though and usually has a selection in one of these cabinets." she said as she searched through more cabinets.
"Aha! I hope you don't mind Earl Grey, that's all she drinks." She grasped the tea bag and went into another cabinet and got a tea cup.
"I don't mind at all." he said, mentally nodding in approval for this girl's taste in tea.
"Oh, here's the bus." Stefanie commented as she put the tea pot on the stove.
"Mom! We're home!" Elijah looked at the door as a tall skinny boy walked in and flung himself on one of the squishy chairs.
"Darcy said you have to take out the trash, Garrett! Dad's gonna flip his shit if you don't!" A girl with her flaming red hair in a messy bun walked in and slammed the door shut.
"I can't put you in the trash, Charlotte! You're too fat to fit in the garbage can!" Garrett shot back.
"Guys, don't be so rude to each other! We have a guest, if you can see!" Stefanie said from the kitchen.
"No, it's fine. They remind me of my siblings." Stefanie put a cup of steaming water on the island and placed a tea bag in the cup.
"So I understand you need some books about the history of this town?" the tall woman asked Elijah.
"Ah, yes, that would serve my research very well." One question rang through Elijah's mind, and he just had to ask.
"You have such a thick accent for someone who lives so far away from Ireland." Elijah took a sip from his tea.
"Someone asks me that at least once a week." she shook her head and laughed slightly.
"My husband and I moved here from Ireland a couple years after Ivy was born. The accent just stuck with us I guess."
"We're secretly leprechauns. We're here to steal all your Lucky Charms." Garrett said in an exaggerated accent.
Stefanie held back a giggle and Charlotte barked out a laugh.
"So, with the history books," Elijah started.
"Oh, yes, yes, the history books. Here, follow me, I'll show you where I keep my babies." Stefanie beckoned for the Original to follow her as she walked down the hallway.
Elijah was curious as to where she kept her 'other babies'. The house looked like it didn't have anymore rooms for her to store her books, and there were no stairs to go upstairs. The red haired woman opened the last door on the right and walked down a flight of wooden steps. Elijah followed her closely, and was slightly concerned about the cobweb that was resting near the door.
When he made it to the bottom step, he was put back. He thought the basement would be full of dust and cobwebs, and maybe even another one her children just laying in a puddle of their own filth, but no. It was a sight to be seen.
There was a library in the basement. A fully stocked library. Not just that, but there was a cello sitting in one of the corners of the large basement, which was carpeted with a fuzzy black substance. Besides the cello, there was a shelf full of VHS tapes an DVD cases. On the wall on his left, there was a large flat screen with a Playstation sitting on the ground beside it. A large gray sectional was placed in front of the television, and there was a worn down coffee table in front of the couch.
Behind the steps laid a pool table and a couple of pool sticks leaned against the wall. Stefanie snapped in front of Elijah's face and he quickly brought his attention back to her.
"These are all my records of Mystic Falls, and a little bit of my hometown, but I highly doubt you need those. Go on, enjoy all of these wonderful books and files, and you are free to ask for anything! If you need any cookies or anymore tea or maybe even more files just ask me and I'll happily get it for you." Stefanie said enthusiastically.
Elijah nodded and she rushed back up the stairs, presumably to scold her children. He browsed her collection, running his fingers over some of the books on he shelves.
"She has a nice collection," he mused as he picked up one of the books.
His ears picked up the sound of Stefanie yelling at her children, but her voice held no anger. He missed the days where his mother would scold his siblings with a smile on her face.
"Mom, we're home! I made money, so we don't have to eat Charlotte like we said we were!" he heard a deeper female voice say with amusement.
"Thank god, I was about to look up a recipe for oven roasted teenager." Stefanie said.
Elijah picked up a book about Mystic Falls' wildlife and flip through its contents. He had seemed to lose himself in the book, because he didn't notice that someone was coming down the rickety stairs.
"Oh goodness."
