Chapter 2
"Why'd you only call me when you're high" by the Arctic Monkeys broke me out of my thoughts. I didn't even bother to glance or answer the phone knowing it was just Elena calling again. Ever since she found out that I was visiting the Originals in New Orleans she flipped her shit. She spent the whole week sending me text messages about how I was being stupid and they could kill me at any moment. Elena is normally a very forgiving person, I mean she is dating and madly in love with the guy who snapped her baby brothers' neck, but here she is, judging me for forgiving the Originals. Other than Rebekah being a total bitch to me for a while and Klaus trying to kill me for his sacrifice and biting me they haven't really done anything awful to me. Everything else they've done has been to Elena, and while messing with my best friend is messing with me, the fact that Elena is buddy buddy with Elijah makes me feel like she has no right to judge. My own father tried to kill me for shits sake if I can get over that I can get over Klaus trying to kill me. He isn't the most feared creature in the world for nothing.
Elena is my sister in everything but blood just like Bonnie my other best friend/sister and I love her to death, hell I almost died for her a couple of times but she can really grate on my nerves sometimes. I don't agree with some of get decisions like choosing Damon over Stefan but I supported her because she's my best friend. This is the longest we've spent not talking to each other since her little 'turned off emotions' episode and I really miss her. But honestly I don't feel like talking to her.
Sighing I looked around the kitchen, my jaw going slack as I reminded myself that this was all mine. It is a modern dream kitchen something most women would kill to have in their house. I mean it looked like it belonged in a Home Goods magazine. Damn. Aunt Sophia should've been an interior designer instead of an author. If the kitchen looked like this I could only imagine what the rest of the house looked like. A giddy feeling surfaced inside of me as I thought of exploring the rest of the house. But when I remembered how I was able to have this house in the first place, a wave of sadness washed over me, making me wish that I could've met my mysterious aunt at least once before she passed to know the type of person she was.
My stomach making itself known knocked me out of my thoughts again. Being a vampire doesn't stop me from being hungry, although most of the time for a very different diet. And since I was hungry for both blood and human food I walked out of the kitchen, through the dining room and into the two story foyer. Then made a beeline towards the red cooler that held about 50 blood bags which would last me a few days before I had to steal more from the local hospital. I carried the cooler back to the kitchen and set it on the floor after retrieving two of the crimson bags to drink. I took a couple of minutes to drink the blood after heating it up in the microwave, leaning against the granite counter. When I finished my vampiric meal, I walked out of the kitchen and through the dining room making the split second decision to get some groceries so I could deal with my human hunger and when I got back I would fix the little amount of things that I bought with me, not being able to ignore my rumbling stomach.
Grabbing my purse and the now silent phone I headed towards one of the double stairs, dodging boxes, with the thought of putting on a different outfit but change my mind when I remembered that all my clothes expect for the one I'm wearing are in boxes, in the foyer. It's not like I was going to a party or something, just the grocery store. And not to mention the Victoria's Secret sweatpants and V-neck tank top were very comfortable and I was feeling pretty jet lagged so comfort is what I need right now.
Hoisting the Gucci purse on my shoulder and putting the phone in my pants pocket, I grabbed my keys and marched out the double doors still dodging boxes. Before I could leave thought I made sure to activate the alarm and then lock the door with the key I was given during the meeting with my Aunts' attorney. Strutting to my beautiful car I got in and drove off towards the town, oblivious to the handsome young man watching me with calculating forest green eyes sizing me up to see if I could in any way be a threat to his pack- his family. Thought he would never admit that to them.
I sped through the forest on the bumpy road that Aunt Sophia had made when she had the house built, enjoying the view of a different forest for once. My only thought when I came out of the forest and landed right in the middle of the town where all the stores and shops are is that my Aunt was a very smart person.
I drove around until I located a store that said 'Beacon Hills Groceries' in giant faded green letters reminding me of the fact that Mystic Falls is the same way, putting the name of the town in almost every store or shop that is owned by the town.
Quickly finding a parking space I parked the car, fully aware of the looks that I'm- well the car- is getting. Reaching over and grabbing my purse, I checked to make sure that my wallet was present before exiting the car. Not even three steps later I bump into a warm body and almost fell flat on my face had it not been for a hand grabbing onto my biceps and steading me.
For a vampire I really am clumsy.
"Crap! Are you alright? I wasn't watching were I was going, to busy drooling over your car." A sheepish voice admits and I lift my head up meeting dark brown eyes, which right now had a twinkle in them. Getting out of his arms so I could get a good look at him I noticed that he's good-looking but in that cute puppy dog way. Not really my type. Kinda done with dogs and such.
He has a long-ish shaped face with almond shaped dark, almost black, brown eyes framed by long lashes that most girls wished they could have. All under dark, slightly bushy eyebrows. His nose is slightly crooked like someone's fist didn't agree with it. He's mouth a dark shade of pink, not thick, but not thin either. But the most interesting part about him? His jaw- which reminded me so much of Bonnie's funky jaw- is slightly crooked. And his hair a dark brown was slightly messed up, as if he had been running his fingers through it.
Before either of us could say anything, a shout rang out and the guy turned around.
"Scott! Where are you man?" A pale skinny guy with light brown hair in a buzz cut came out of the store. The guy I bumped into, who I'm guessing is Scott yelled back
"I'm right here, Stiles." The skinny dude, Stiles, whose name tickled my memory, started walking towards us and paused half way staring at me like he just noticed me standing there.
"I'm going to go on a whim and guess that your name is Scott." I say lightly to Scott, grinning when he chuckled turning around saying
"Uh- yeah. Heh, what's yours?" He answered returning my grin.
I stuck my hand out and replied "Caroline Forbes." He took my hand shaking it and said back "Scott McCall."
By then Stiles had already reached us and was grinning like a fool. From the way he tripped over nothing, I could tell that he is really clumsy.
Stiles like Scott is more puppy dog cute than handsome but in his own way still handsome. He is a bit taller than Scott at about 5'11 maybe six feet tall with little to no muscle. Also he is really pale for a kid who lives in California. He's face is round with dark-ish brown eyebrows on top of light brown eyes framed by long lashes. A straight pointy nose and thin bow-shaped lips completed his face.
Stiles looked at me and gave me a big grin sticking his hand out for me while saying "I'm Stiles Stilinski, What's yours?" He says trying to make his voice deeper. I grinned before accepting his hand and shaking it while also saying "Caroline Forbes."
"Stiles Stilinski, huh? Any relation to the Sheriff?"
"He's my dad... How do you know him?" Stiles chirped
"Oh, he's my babysitter." I replied casually, giggling internally at the shocked look on their faces.
Before one of them could gather their scrambled thoughts to form a response, my monster of a stomach rumbled loudly as if saying 'Did you forget why you came here in the first place?"
I turned into the twin of a tomato.
"Well it was nice meeting you guys, but I got to settle my stomach." With that I walked away, very aware of their eyes following me.