Chapter Two - The Salvatore Witch
This is just a dream, I thought. This has to be just a dream.
I look around me and I'm in a forest. Right now I don't know where exactly I am, but I hear a snapping sound behind me, and my feet start moving of their own accord. I run, expertly picking my way through the rough terrain of broken branches, fallen trees, bracken, and bushes. I turn my head for one second, and when I turn back I fall flying over something. I roll as I go down, and end up face down in the dirt. My white silk nightgown is covered in leaves, small twigs and mud, and my hair is messed up too.
I groan, moving onto my knees, crawling to see what I fell over. It was a body.
My heart starts beating at a hundred miles an hour in my chest, as I turn it over.
Blood pooled around his chest, where his heart was ripped out from between his ribcage. My heart leapt to my throat, and I started to hyperventilate.
No, it couldn't be him. It couldn't be. There was no way he would let someone get even close enough to touch him, let alone rip his heart out. He couldn't be dead.
"Damon." I cried, pulling his head into my lap, and sobbing.
He coughed, and I helped him sit up.
"I don't understand, you don't have a heart." I say, rubbing his back. My throat felt dry, and my heart was racing. And for some reason, I couldn't shake this terrible feeling that something emotionally scarring was going to happen.
"You're right, Maeva. I don't." Damon said.
I let him go, and jumped to my feet, and ran. I ran faster than I had before. But then he was in front of me.
And when I turned, he was there.
"What's wrong with you?" I screamed at him, tears still rolling down my face.
"I'm dead, Maeva. And hungry."
He pounced on me, shoving me up against a tree, yanking my head to the side, exposing my neck. Damon licked his lips before he sunk his teeth roughly into my neck.
I screamed.
I woke up screaming.
"Maeva, what's going on?" Stefan said, running into my room. I was under my blanket, covered in sweat, and Damon wasn't here anymore.
"He bit me. He bit me." I said, one hand splayed against my heart, feeling it beating rapidly, threatening to burst free of my chest. Stefan moved over to me, pulling me into his arms. I felt his fingers check my neck for wounds.
"You're fine, Maeva. It was a dream." Stefan said, his chin resting on my head, and one of his hands smoothing down my hair, trying to comfort me.
"Well, doesn't this look cosy?" Damon said, smirking as he leant against my doorframe.
"Were you in my head? Tell me that you didn't put that nightmare into my head!" I asked him, still slightly hysterical.
"What nightmare?" He asked, his face actually showing concern. It wasn't him. He didn't do it. I let out a sigh of relief, and shake my head.
"Nothing. I've got to have a shower. Get out." I said, pulling myself out of Stefan's hold, and locking myself in my bathroom.
I took my underwear off, and hopped into the shower. It started running at the right temperature, and I stepped into the constant stream of hot water. The water had a calming effect on me, and unwound the tight knots in my muscles that the dream had created.
Where had that come from? Why did I have a dream where Damon attacked me in the woods? If Damon had attacked me, he would have more than enough opportunity to attack me here. So why was I in the woods? Wearing white?
After my shower, I open my bathroom door a crack, and sigh in relief as both the brothers have gone. I quickly throw on some clothes. Dressed in a black tank, ripped black skinny jeans, and black combat boots with a black leather jacket, I walk downstairs, my Victoria's Secret backpack slung over my shoulder and my keys in my hand.
"Where'd you think you're going?" Zach asked. I turned around and there sat all three Salvatore men.
"I do believe its called school. Stefan should be going as well."
"What did you have a nightmare about?" Damon asked.
"I'm going to school." I replied, walking into the room, only to grab my bike helmet from the table I had left it on.
"You're driving that thing to school?" Zach questioned.
"This town is boring. I need amusement. Damon gets his by biting teen girls and torturing Stefan, I get mine by annoying people. Ciao." I turned around, but as my hand reached for the front door handle, a hand clasped over mine, and spun me around.
"What was your nightmare about?" Damon asked me, his hands gripping the tops of my arms tight, so tight I was afraid they'd turn blue and drop off.
"It was about you. Now let go of me, and go do what you usually do; drink bourbon, drink a girl, and mess up our lives." I said, ripping myself out of his hold, and storming out of the house, and into the garage.
And there she was. My vintage Crocker. It had a 61ci engine, which put out about 55-60 horsepower. She was a very rare bike, and I bought her at an auction in 2007 for two hundred and thirty thousand dollars. She was seriously beautiful.
"Hello, baby. Let's go show you off to Mystic Falls." I smiled, putting the helmet on.
…...
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V
Tyler Lockwood stood next to his best friend, while he tossed a football back and forth towards another guy from the team. He was the first one to hear the growling engine of the motorbike as it tore into the parking lot. He watched as the rider pulled up, cut the engine, and expertly climbed off the beautiful beast of a machine.
"Please let that be the new chick." Tyler said out loud, earning a head shake from Matt.
The rider pulled off the helmet, and Tyler had been right. Maeva Salvatore shook her hair out, and it fell right back into place. It was sexy messy. Tyler watched as she left the helmet on the bike handles, taking the key and started walking towards them. She had a sultry smile plastered on her face, and all the guys couldn't help but stare at her, even Matt.
"Hey, Matty. How's Vicki?" She asked, her face showing genuine concern over Matt's sister. Tyler still hadn't gone to see her. As far as he was concerned, Vicki was no longer the object of his affections. Or lust. And she was standing right in front of him, ignoring him.
"She's better than she would have been if you hadn't of stepped in. The doctor said she could have bled out if the bleeding wasn't stopped, and they said it was a good idea to use a shirt to staunch the blood. So thanks. Vicki might not be here, if you hadn't of stepped in and taken control of the situation. I can pay for the shirt by the way. It's beyond saving."
"Matt, your sister was hurt, and I would have done anything to help her, that means sacrificing my shirt. There's no need to thank me, or to pay for the shirt, Vicki being alive is enough," Maeva smiled at Matt, putting a comforting hand on his arm. Tyler watched Matt's face during the whole thing, and he was smiling. He hadn't seen his best friend smile at a girl like that, since Elena Gilbert. He was in trouble here. "Is she allowed visitors? I was thinking of going to check on her after school? If that's cool with you?" She asked.
"I was going to go up, so we could go together? We can put your bike in the back of my truck?"
"Sure."
"Am I invisible to you, Salvatore?" Tyler said, not caring that the other guys had left since they weren't being acknowledged by the hot new chick.
"Might as well be, Lockwood. I don't think I've forgiven you for last night." She said, reluctantly turning to look at him.
"What did you do last night?" Matt asked him, narrowing his eyes at Tyler.
Tyler didn't want to tell Matt that he had almost sexually assaulted his big sister who was now in hospital, and he guessed that Maeva must've realised that, because she shot him an apologetic smile.
"The jerk left me and didn't bring me my drink. I hold grudges when it comes to people not bringing me alcohol." She lied for him.
Why would she lie for him? Tyler thought. It's not as if Maeva actually liked him, unless she did, and that could work in his advantage.
"Dude, that's a dick move." Matt said, looking at his friend with slight disappointment. He knew Tyler was a jerk to girls but Maeva was new to town, and Matt liked her. He could be nice for once.
"I'm getting over it relatively quickly. Here's my number, Matty, if you need to talk to anyone about Vicki, or about anything, give me a call. I'm a great listener." She smiled at him, handing him the piece of paper with her digits, and then walked over to meet with Elena and Bonnie.
"She just gives you her number, but I had to beat her at a game of pool that I'm sure she let me win. What's up with that?" Tyler asked out loud, not really expecting an answer.
"I'm a nice guy, and girls like nice guys."
"That's where your wrong, Donovan. Girls like Maeva Salvatore love a bad guy. They're drawn to the danger, and to the passion. Salvatore wants me," Tyler bragged. "And once she realises it, I'll be only too happy to oblige with whatever she needs."
"Dude, there's no way that Maeva will go for you."
"You say that now Donovan, but you'll be eating your words in at least a month."
"Whatever, man."
…...
Maeva's P.O.V
I walked over to Elena and Bonnie who had been watching my whole exchange with Matt and Tyler avidly, and said good morning like the proper lady I am.
"Did you give Matt your number?" Elena asked.
"Yeah, I hope that's okay. I know you two have history, and I don't want to step on any ones toes when I'm so new, so I can back off if you want me to?" I said, almost rambling. I don't know why.
I really liked Matt. He was a sweet guy, and had been nothing but nice to me since I'd met him. And yet, I still had the hots for Tyler. Damn him and his perfect abs and sarcastic sense of humour and bad boy persona.
"No, Matt is a great guy, and honestly he needs someone who will treat him right. Me and Matt are better as friends."
"And you're totally into my brother." I added for her with a wink.
Elena pursed her lips at me, playfully, before it broke into a wide grin.
"I'm guessing he told you that he came round last night."
"Yes, but that was it. He didn't tell me anything else which is unusual for Stefan, so after school, we are going to get a table at the Grill, and we, meaning you Miss Gilbert, are going to share all of the details of our evening."
"Deal." Elena laughed at me.
"Let's get to class." Bonnie said, shaking her head at us, but linked her arm with mine, so that I was in the middle of her and Elena. We walked quickly to our first class, which was American History with Mr Tanner.
And as soon as I walked through the door I wished I hadn't.
Mr Tanner droned on, but I lost focus, which I shouldn't have done.
I stared at my open, blank notebook and felt myself become detached. Like something else was going to push its way to the front of my brain, while I watched. Like a vision. My hand picked up my pen and stopped, waiting. Then everything went blank.
…...
Third Person View
Stefan looked over at his best friend, and was instantly alarmed at the expression on her face. It was blank. Maeva was never a blank canvas, her emotions were always plain for anyone to see unless she purposefully hid them, but he'd seen that look before. She was in trance. Maeva began to furiously scribble on her notepad, and it was quite noisy, so noisy that Elena, sitting in the seat in front of her, turned round to look.
"Are we interrupting something? Miss Salvatore? Mr Salvatore? Miss Gilbert?"
"No, Mr Tanner." Elena and Stefan said together, their eyes locking on each other as they spoke. Instead of continuing to gaze at Elena like he would have, Stefan ripped his eyes from the beautiful human, and turned to Maeva instead, who had not stopped sketching ferociously.
"Miss Salvatore, are you listening?" Tanner asked, glaring at Maeva furiously as she appeared to continue to ignore him.
Stefan thought it was time to take action.
He leaned across the space between his and Maeva's desk, and grabbed her arm, stopping her from drawing. He heard her quiet intake of breath, and felt her body shake as she returned to consciousness. She looked up at Mr Tanner, then around at the rest of the class, noticing everyone staring at her with confusion.
"Hello, Mr Tanner, how can I help you today?" She asked, smiling up at him, whilst subtly closing her notebook, but not subtle enough, because Stefan caught it.
"Pay attention to my lesson, Miss Salvatore."
"Sure thing, Mr Tanner. Anything for my favourite teacher!" Maeva beamed at him, but Stefan saw the slight shaking her body was still making. Tanner walked back to the front of his class, his eyes flicking back to Maeva every few seconds.
Stefan would have to wait to ask her what she saw until after class. He would pull her away out of sight, and probably skip school with her, take her back to Damon and Zach, see what they could do.
"Actually, Mr Tanner, could I be excused? I'm not feeling well, and you can ask Stefan, but I get really disruptive when I'm ill." She said, looking at Stefan to back her up. Mr Tanner looked at him also, expecting him to provide the same story.
"That's true. She gets restless." Stefan says, looking Tanner straight in the eyes.
"Okay, Miss Salvatore. Here is a pass. Get out of my classroom."
Maeva stuffed her notebook and textbook into her backpack, slung it over one of her shoulders, and then strutted up to the front of the class
"Thank you so much, Mr Tanner, for the pass and for your sympathy."
Stefan watched as Maeva left the classroom and knew why she'd done it. Stefan swore sometimes that Maeva could actually read his mind. He was sure she'd left because she knew that he was going to grill her on what she saw, and then take her home to see what Damon had to say. It couldn't be coincidence that she'd had a nightmare this morning and then went into trance in class. He shook his head, and tried to concentrate on Mr Tanner, but then Elena smiled back at him, and he lost his concentration all over again.
…...
Maeva's P.O.V
I walked out of class, feeling weak and drained. If only I hadn't gone into trance and had that vision in Tanner's class. The idiot pulled me out of it. Waking up someone in trance is like waking up a sleepwalker. It's dangerous. Of course, Tanner didn't know I was in trance, so I guess I can't blame him.
Thinking about what I saw made my whole body shake.
I quickly made my way out of school, and texted Zach, asking him if Damon was home or not.
He's here. Why? Was his quick reply.
I'm coming home. Need someone to talk to. Supernatural stuff. You wouldn't understand.
I got on my bike, still feeling shaky, but knowing that the thrill of the ride and the speed would rid me of the mild fear and anxiety I was feeling.
Before I knew it, I was home, all the over-thinking I was doing on what the vision had meant, and what I saw had made the ride fly by. Damon stood in the doorway, as I climbed off my bike, holding up a bowl, full of cookies and cream ice cream, and a DVD. I grinned at him, unable to stop myself from doing so.
Damon may be a murderer, and he may be a complete douche half the time, but he was still my best friend and knew that when I needed to talk, I would rather talk after I'd chilled out with a bowl of my favourite ice cream and a good movie.
I walked over to him, taking the bowl of ice cream and grinning widely.
"What film are we watching?" I asked, before dumping a giant spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. I unconsciously make moaning noises, which Damon tries desperately not to laugh at.
"I found your Jason Statham collection down in the basement. I figured we'd watch Transporter and then Transporter 2 until Stefanie comes home."
"I'm glad someone knows me so well." He grinned at me, and lead the way to the living room.
I had polished off my ice cream before the movie even started, so I sat next to Damon, watching the kick-ass brilliance of Jason Statham, trying to forget my vision…but I couldn't. And halfway through the movie, Damon seemed to give up as well.
He switched it off, and we both turned round to face each other.
"What did you see?"
I looked at him once, and when I saw he was being serious, that he really genuinely cared, I picked up my bag and pulled out my notebook, flipping it open to the drawing. I handed it to him, and watched him scrutinise it, his eyes leaving the page every so often to glance at me.
"What am I looking at exactly?" He asked.
"It's what I saw," I said, moving closer to him, and leaning over so I could see the drawing too. I pointed to a section of it and explained. "This is a ring of fire, closing off four people, and on the outside, several people forced to watch this…battle."
"What do you mean battle?"
"It was the ending of…something. That much I know. I was in the circle. Someone else was on my side, but I didn't know who it was. And I've never met the other two people in my life, but it was like my whole body was screaming at me to kill them. I was grinning with the anticipation of the lives I wanted to cut short. I've never killed a living person in my life, Damon, and in this vision, I almost relished in the fact I had to take a life. And that scares me. I was happy that whatever was happening was coming to a close. That it was ending."
"Did you see any of the people on the outside of the ring?" Damon said, slightly changing the subject.
"I only recognised your face. I couldn't make out anybody else's. You looked furious at me. Probably the angriest I've ever seen you, whilst at the same time looking scared shitless."
"Damon Salvatore is never scared shitless!" He protested, his lips settling into a playful pout, despite the seriousness of the conversation and atmosphere.
"You seemed to know something. Something that I knew too, but it had taken you longer to figure out. As per usual." I stared ahead into the blank television screen.
"What happened next?"
"I seemed like I was glowing. Like light literally flowed through me, and they seemed to pulse darkness. It seems cliché, the whole light-versus-darkness thing, but its what I saw. And the fight seemed pretty even, until something changed…" I trailed off thinking about it.
"What changed?"
"I don't know. I was in trance, I felt something change, and then Tanner shook me and I was sucked out of the vision, out of trance and back into my boring as hell American History lesson." I replied.
"What do you think the vision meant?"
"One day I'm going to shine brighter than the sun? I don't know. It probably meant that we have hard times ahead. It might not ever happen. Like that time I went into trance and had the vision of that psychopathic blonde vampire chick killing you, remember that? You're not dead dead, are you? Sometimes these things are wrong!" I smiled at him, before getting up off the couch. "How about we forget the vision for now, and do some bourbon bonding instead?"
"That is the best kind of bonding." I grinned at him, silently thankful that he'd so willingly dropped the whole subject. I'd probably freaked him out too.
"I'll get the best bottle of bourbon we've got, and then we shall drink!" I said, going to walk to Damon's little parlour, but I felt the whoosh of wind that accompanied a vampire running, and then a second breeze telling me he'd returned. I turned around, and saw him already clutching the bottle and two empty glasses. "That's what I call service. Now where's my smile?"
He smirked at me, as he caught onto the joke, and passed me my glass, then filled it up with the delicious, brown alcoholic liquid. I waited until he filled his, and clinked my glass to his, before taking the first sip.
Bourbon was a strong whisky, that quite literally burned your mouth on the first sip, which Damon was immune to, but I, apparently, was not. His eyes scrutinised my face, because apparently, my cheek twitches on the first sip, like a nervous tick or something, which he loved teasing me about. So you can tell how elated I was when I noticed he looked disappointed.
"Your cheek didn't twitch! You must be drinking a lot more now." He said, making it sound like an accusation.
"Spend enough time with Zach, you'll drink more than you do now!" I joked, gulping the rest of it down.
"Let's put the rest of Transporter on, I was actually enjoying it until I noticed you wanted to talk about the whole 'trance-vision' thing." Damon said, sitting down, and sipping his drink. He liked to savour the taste of his bourbon. He used to always tell me of for just gulping it down like it was water and I'd been in the desert for days. I just liked the buzz it gave me.
"I thought you wanted to talk about it?"
"No, I saw you were sitting really still. You're never still unless you're over thinking something." Damon said, picking the remote, and switching the movie back on, his eyes glued to the screen.
I reluctantly turned and stared at the flat screen T.V, but I barely noticed the actual screen. Damon's Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde behaviour coupled with the disturbing vision I had had taken over my mind, and wouldn't allow anything to distract me.
Would Damon always be the good guy around me and then the devil to the rest of the world, or would he let rest of the world see what I see? And what did my vision mean?
I assume these are questions that I would find out the answers to sooner rather than later. With my difficult life, it would be sooner.
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A/N
Hey! This is the first part of chapter two! I know some of you have been waiting for it :P but it's now here! So I hope you enjoy it, despite the shortness and the fact it sucks! I also apologise for any grammatical errors, and spelling mistakes! My brain isn't functioning normally today, but I tried.
Please comment, vote, fan, like, share, and whatever else you can think of!
Much Love,
Soph x
PART TWO!
Maeva's P.O.V
Damon and I just sat and watched Transporter 1 and 2, drank some more bourbon, joked and laughed, until he stiffened.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"Human. Are we expecting someone?"
"No, what's the time?"
"Four thirty."
"Shit! I was supposed to meet the girls at the Grill. That's probably Elena-Don't you dare!" I yelled at him, as he disappeared. I cursed a few times under my breath, and ran to the front door, where Elena and Damon were already standing and staring at each other. Elena looked confused, while Damon looked intimidating. That idiot.
"You must be Elena. I'm Damon, Stefan's brother."
"Neither Maeva or Stefan mentioned that they had a brother."
"They don't like to brag."
"He's not my brother. More like the annoying best friend/stalker that follows you around." I said, making my presence known.
"Maeva's being cute as usual." Damon smiled at her, whilst glaring at me.
"I'm adorable."
"Please, come in," Damon said, placing a hand on her arm, and leading her to where I was standing. I smiled at her, and then shot him a glare, making him know I wasn't happy about this. "I'm sure Stefan will be along in a second, unless you're here for Maeva."
"I was here to talk to Stefan." She shot me an apologetic smile.
"It's cool. Damon and I were hanging out. Weren't we?" I said, nudging him in the ribs.
"Wow, this is your living room?" Elena asked, looking around. She seemed curious, like most Gilberts. That was a bad sign.
"Living room…parlour…Sotheby's auction…it's a little kitschy for my taste." Damon said, pretending to survey our living room, then glancing at her. God, this was bad…
"You have taste?" I joked.
He sent me an exasperate look, while Elena chuckled at my joke. I raised an eyebrow at Damon, daring him to yell at me in front of Elena, or to try to attack me in front of her, which he wouldn't do anyway, but we have been known to aggressively arm wrestle…
"I can see why my brother is so smitten," He said, smiling at her, getting her attention. Elena smiled at him, visibly pleased to know that Stefan likes her too. I shook my head. "It's about time. For a while there, we thought he'd never get over the last one. Nearly destroyed him."
"Damon-" I started.
"The last one?" Elena cut me off, looking up at him.
"Yeah. Katherine? His girlfriend?" Damon answered, shooting me a grin.
He was trying to drive a wedge between Stefan and happiness, which he would get with Elena, if Damon let them be.
Elena's jaw clenched, and she shook her head in response to his words. I, on the other hand, kept a fake smile on my face, while I mentally plotted ways to beat Damon to a pulp for trying to make his brother's life miserable.
"You guys haven't had that awkward exes conversation yet." Damon stated, knowing what he'd done.
"Nope." Elena replied, looking over at me, squirming because she was uncomfortable with the turn in conversation.
"Whoops. Well I'm sure it'll come up now…" Damon said, winking at me. "Or maybe he didn't want to tell you so you wouldn't think he was on the rebound. We all know how those relationships end…"
"You say it like every relationship is doomed to end." Elena said, looking up at him, that Gilbert curiosity burning in her eyes.
Damon looked down at her.
"I'm a fatalist," He said, and continued, hearing Stefan at the same time I saw him standing behind the pair in the open doorway. Stefan looked angry. This wasn't going to be good. "Hello, Stefan."
Damon didn't take his eyes off Elena, but she whirled round to face my brother, with a happy smile on her face.
"Elena. I didn't know you were coming over." Stefan said, staring stoically at Damon, who turned and stared back. It was one of their boring staring matches, before their pointless arguments.
"I know I should have called-" Elena started, moving away from Damon and stepping closer to Stefan.
"Oh, don't be silly, you're welcome any time. Isn't she, Stefan?" Damon said, challenging Stefan, who said nothing. I shook my head. "You know, I should break out the family photo albums, or some home movies, but I have to warn you, he wasn't always such a looker."
Elena smiled at both of them, then at me, obviously falling for Damon's charm and humour.
"Thanks for stopping by, Elena. It was nice to see you." Stefan said, shooting her a brief smile, before staring at Damon again.
Elena took the hint. It was pretty obvious that Stefan had practically dismissed her like a school kid. Oh, my brother's are so tactless.
"Yeah, uh, I should probably go…It was nice to meet you, Damon." Elena said, looking up at him, holding out her hand for him to shake.
"It was great meeting you too, Elena." He replied, smiling at her, then kissing her hand, still looking into her eyes.
The man had no shame.
"I'll see you at school, Maeva." Elena said, as her parting words to me.
"Yeah, sorry about not showing up for the gossip meeting with the girls. I was…distracted." I replied.
She nodded, and then turned to leave, but couldn't move past Stefan.
"Stefan?" She asked.
He said nothing, and simply moved out of her way. I shook my head again, noting that Elena froze for a second, probably shocked by Stefan's rudeness, before she left quickly. As soon as I was sure that she had gone, I scowled at my brothers.
"I think a few words need to be said. First, Damon, dick move on the whole Katherine thing. Second, Stefan, what is wrong with you? You're in love with Elena, are you not? So start acting like it. And Third, consider this a pre-emptive strike on the argument that is sure to ensue between you knuckleheads," I muttered a spell under my breath, silencing my brothers. "You'd think that being just under a century and half years old you boys would be smart. I guess wisdom doesn't come with age. Or men are stupid, and I'm incredibly smart. I haven't decided which…"
Damon and Stefan were both glaring at me.
"Holy crap on a cracker! You two have something in common! You both dislike me right now! Oh dear God, it's a miracle!" I cried, collapsing dramatically onto my knees, and clasping both my hands together as if I was praying. "Big Man, if you could make them actually like each other, I'd start to actually believe you exist…"
Stefan shook his head at me, smiling at my antics, and Damon looked amused too.
"And that was how to diffuse a bad situation 101. Thank you, class, and come again," I said, waving a hand, removing my spell, and grinning at them. "I love you guys, you know that right?"
"You mentioned that last night." Damon said, suggestively, waggling his dark brows at me. I ran at him, and he didn't move, so I could attempt to get him in a headlock. It was less than successful, as Damon just lifted me up as I got close to him, and threw me over his shoulder.
Knowing after years and years of futile attempts at getting him to put me down by smacking him, beating his back, and cursing loudly, that I wouldn't be put down unless it was boring to Damon, I just sighed, and hung uselessly over his shoulder. Until I noticed something.
"I think I like the twenty first century's clothing…Bestie, your butt is really working those jeans." I said, giving his aforementioned butt a little pat.
What I didn't expect was him to then smack my butt in return harder than I had patted his.
"So is yours, bestie." He replied, mocking me of course.
"Keep your hands off my merchandise. I'm not having a sale today." I said, and then paused after a while, before starting to pretend to play the bongos on his butt. Any second now he'll probably drop me on my ass.
"Maeva, if you carry on playing the bongos on my ass, I'll drop you on yours." Damon warned me.
"It's like you're in my head. That's scary."
"I am a vampire, I'm supposed to be scary."
"I'm not afraid of you, because every time that I think you're scary, I think back to 1942, when we were in London during an air raid, and you cuddled me the whole night, because I've always been scared of loud noises, which is really weird if you think about it…when did my fear of loud noises even start? I'll bet it had something to do with you."
"Why are you blaming me because you're a scaredy cat?" He exclaimed.
"Usually the things I'm afraid of stem back to you. Like I had that fear of turkeys in 1863, because you told me they were intelligent birds and were very vengeful when someone ate their families, and because I was extremely gullible back then, I believed you and wouldn't eat turkey ever again. Your fault." I said, patting his butt again.
And just like I expected him to, he made good on his threat, and dropped me, but just before I hit the ground, I made a barrier from the air. Being a witch and being able to control the elements was pretty handy at times, but I can only control them to a certain extent without additional help from other witches, or crystals, and things. Though I never had the patience to learn how to use crystals, so I've never bothered. I can create an amulet if necessary, but crystals have always been on the no pile.
I climbed up onto my feet, sticking my tongue out at him, walked over to Stefan and dragged him up stairs with me.
"Why are you dragging me away with you?" Stefan asked.
"Because, dear Stephanie, we need to talk Elena things, and I'm sure you'd rather do it in a room that I can lock and spell so unwanted listeners can no longer eavesdrop." I smiled back at him, as I continued to lead him to my room.
As soon as we reached it, I shoved him inside, and closed the door behind me, spelling it to say shut, and for the room to be sound-proofed.
"Now, what was that downstairs?" I asked.
"He gets under my skin, Maeva-"
"He's Damon! That's what he does! He tries to annoy people."
"But its usually always me."
"He ate some of my cookies and cream ice cream, Stefan! It's not always about you!" I replied, dramatically. "And we're not here to bitch about Damon. We need you to pretend your issues with him are non-existent, so that you can focus on Elena."
"But I can't pretend that my problems with Damon don't exist! He promised me a lifetime of misery!"
I sighed, falling backwards onto my bed, so I was lying down next to where Stefan was sitting. I looked up at him as he stared at me, eyeing me with confusion.
"Do you remember when we were all friends, before Katherine came and ruined our lives?" I questioned.
"Things were a lot better back then, but things are pretty good now, excluding Damon." Stefan replied.
"Don't you ever wish we could have that relationship back? I still have that with him, but I wish you two were brothers again. I always wish that. If I ever die, I hope its only after you and Damon have reconciled, because then I would die happy."
"Then let's hope that spell you and Emily cast never wears off, because I just don't see it happening, Maeva."
I felt tears pool in my eyes, and Stefan lay beside me, and took my hand in his tightly. We stared up at my ceiling, and I traced the constellations in the night sky I had painted on it once. A spell I had casted had made sure that it didn't ever fade, so thirty years after I had first painted it, it was still as vibrant as it was originally.
"Do you remember all those trips we made to the Falls, back when you were human? Damon had just started university, but dropped out a month later to go fight for the South in the Civil War, and we both missed him, so we would go to the Falls and talk about him, and then go swimming," I reminisced. "Or when we'd sneak out into the gardens at night, and we'd lie on the grass, and stare at the stars, trying to guess the names of all the constellations. Everything was so much simpler."
"Yeah, they were." Stefan agreed.
*Flashback*
"Stefan, wake up!" I quietly urged him, gently shaking his shoulder with my hand.
His eyes reluctantly opened, hard at first until he recognised my face, and the softened again.
"Maeva, what are you doing awake? It is not yet dawn." He replied, sitting up. He was decent, at least, with an unbuttoned shirt and his night trousers on. His long fingers hastily buttoned his shirt, and he looked up at me expectantly.
"The stars are out, dear friend, and I know you love the night sky. I am also unable to sleep, Stefan, and it would bring me comfort if you would accompany me to the gardens to watch the stars." I said, still speaking barely above a whisper.
Giuseppe could hear, and then we'd both be in trouble for trying to sneak out at night. He always warned us that evil things stalked through the darkness of night, but we were young and didn't heed his words. They were always just stories Mr Salvatore told to frighten us into behaving.
Stefan nodded, slipping on a coat, and picking up his shoes. He didn't put them on, like I was not wearing mine, so that we could sneak outside silently.
We frequently did this, and we went to our exact spot, and laid ourselves down on the soft, green grass, and entwined our hands, as per usual.
"Why couldn't you sleep?" Stefan asked me, his eyes remaining on the beautiful sky.
"I worry about him constantly, Stefan." I replied, and his hand gripped mine tighter. Damon was fighting the North, protecting our home from the evil soldiers that threatened our safety.
"So do I, but Damon is sensible. I am sure he'll be fine, and that he will return home unscathed."
"He promised me he would. Damon doesn't break his promises, but this isn't something that is in his control, Stefan. And I wish that he were home, with us. I could enjoy myself much more if I knew for certain he were safe."
"You really care for him, don't you?" Stefan questioned, looking at me. I turned my head to look at him too.
"He is my best friend, just like you. I would worry the same if you were out there fighting too, Stefan, but you won't leave me, will you?" I questioned, my eyes widening with the fear that suddenly overtook my body with the thought that Stefan might go to war, and leave me too.
"I won't leave you, sister."
"Do you promise?" I asked, snuggling into his side, as he moved to wrap his arm around my shoulder.
"I promise."
*End of Flashback*
"Remember the promise you made me back in 1863?" I asked him.
"Yes."
"I'm still holding you to that, you know." I said, still staring at my ceiling.
"I know."
Stefan was the one I was less worried about leaving.
"I'm still holding him to his."
"I know."
"I love who he is, Stefan, but I still secretly wish that human Damon will turn up again one day."
"There's nothing human left about him, Maeva."
"I know, but I can still dream, Stefan."
