Your Silence

A/N:

Thank you so much for taking the time to read the second chapter of Your Silence, thank you for favoriting and for following! I appreciate the support from you guys! Also, I was re-reading the last chapter and I put that Lydia hasn't seen them for 400 years! Oh my god, I'm so stupid, I nearly had a heart attack. I've changed that now, sorry all ahah x

Here are the ages explained because I was getting confused but I've worked it out, hopefully it's right, if not let me know- I'm not smart aha

Since Stefan was 17 when he transitioned it means he's 17, duh.

Damon is 7 years older then that means he's 24 years old for forever.

Therefore, Lydia is at a peak age of 21 meaning that she's younger than Damon by 3 years and older than Stefan by 4.

Just a little recap:

"-I'm awake, for the first time in a long time I feel completely undeniably awake. For once I don't regret the day before it begins, I welcome the day, because I know I will see her again."

The gruff, unused voice of a certain Stefan Salvatore pounded in her ears as she sped into the house. There he stood in all of his high school boy glory, Stefan.

"Poetic as always, Stef." The shock on his face was well worth the wait, Lydia smiled coyly. "So, arent you happy to see me?"

The embrace of arms wrapped around her wasn't a shock to her, Lydia released air from her mouth in a huffing laugh; her head taking a rest on his muscular shoulder.

"Hello little brother."

To embrace is to hug, cuddle, hold, caress. There was something in the mystery of Stefan's arms that Lydia has forever loved and will love for the rest of her miserable days. Something deeper than the high school boy mannequin that oblivious humans would see at school. They didn't know he was a ripper, tearing flesh from innocents' necks and having no qualms about it. They didn't know he was a vampire.

The point is that no one could be closer to Stefan than his own sister, the sister who cherished him and treated him like he was the most delicate object in the whole universe. And it was true, Lydia has always favoured Stefan just a little bit more than her devilish Damon, who favoured her more. It was a dreadful circle, who said they were conventional?

There was always so much to say with Stefan, Lydia wasn't one to give away her heart but with Stefan- it was so much harder.

Resting her pretty, manicured hand on Stefan's face, Lydia got a real look at him, smiling with the softness she rarely.. at least now, possessed.

"You've grown up," she snorted, sharing a certain look with him that he understood perfectly but made no move to acknowledge.

"You've been gone for so long, Lydia," he sighed, moving away slowly from her hold as he turned and walked towards the window- not facing her.

"Well, I'm back now." A brief pause. "Do you want me to leave then? Yes, I've been gone but I'm here now and that is all that matters," she scoffed.

"You can't just disappear and all of a sudden show up and expect everything to be the same, 'dia! You know, you're exactly like him." Stefan's eyes narrowed as he spoke, his hands gesturing as his frustration raised.

"Stefan, I'm not expecting everything to be the same... I'm not. Please, Stef... Just recognise that I can't say anything." Lydia groaned in helplessness and moved towards Stefan- her hand taking place on his back as he continued to face the window.

"Is he here?" Lydia changed the subject, trying to move away from the uncomfortable conversation.

"Gone, for now. Have you seen Zach?"

Over every ten or so years, Lydia has made it her top priority to make sure that the blood line was still going, every few years she would check up and see how the Salvatore line is being re-built with every generation. It wasn't smart but she was sentimental and it helped her conscious if she knew that they were doing okay, especially with the vervain she secretly gave them.

"Not yet, since I'm staying here from now on- it'll be hard to miss the both of them." She smiled, looking around his room.

"You're staying here?" Stefan asked, his voice taking a shocked tone, not believing his sister would actually stay in Mystic Falls.

"Yeah, I've got to house hunt or just stay right here in the Salvatore House." She shrugged, not looking at him.

"Go talk to Zach- see if he's alright with you staying here for a while. He was against Damon staying here." Stefan paused and looked at the time. "I've gotta get ready, we'll talk later, right?" Stefan smiled, slowly, unsure what to say to a mere acquaintance, which it seemed like she was.

The atmosphere in the room calmed. The sun from the window Stefan was standing in front of shined and cast invisible rainbow waves into the darkened room. Lydia didn't know if her choice to show up was a good one now, plus she still had to call Frederica and tell her she made it safe but her younger brother wanted nothing to do with her. Maybe with time that would change. She was always the one to patch up the empty spaces but something told her the empty space was far too big now.

Lydia smiled at her brother, letting him know she wasn't offended that he just literally kicked her out of his room, she turned and swished out of the room- looking for Zach.

Searching for a single heartbeat, Lydia walked around the big house at a leisurely pace, she had time to find Zach and she would walk around until she found him. Paintings lined the wall, showing her ancestors and finally, and her. Standing in front of the feminine painting, she sighed. The figure inside the canvas smiled, her lips pouted softly but strictly giving a slight hint to her personality.

Her eyes moistened, gazing at the hidden figure of herself; it was haunting. The figure held a soft pink parasol and her poise was sharp and straight- her chin jutted forward and her eyes casted a wistful gaze at the painter or anyone who was looking at the painting. It was true, she did have a brief affair with the painter, he was an adorable boy already known for his elegant portrayal of the people he was painting, she was at least 16. Her dark-as-night hair hung softly in waves and her ocean blue eyes shined, she was a picture of her mother.

"You looked innocent." The voice of Zachary Salvatore trembled in her ears as she snorted.

Grinning at her 'nephew', Lydia threw herself into his arms, one thing was clear- they were much closer than her she was with her brothers. "If only you knew, Zach." She giggled, her tinkling laugh escaping. "The painter was a handsome boy." She winked.

"What are you doing here, Aunty Lydia? Checks?" Zach asked, knowing she liked to make herself known sometimes, for some reason- he had always liked her, despite her being a vampire. Lydia has always been there for him, a guardian angel of some sorts.

Lydia bit her lip, unsure of how to tell him she's here for probably more than a few days. "Well, not quite." She started. "I'm here for a little while."

Lydia saw Zach's face slowly pale at the idea of the Salvatore siblings staying at the same place- inside and truly, he was frightened. Despite Stefan's promises that they would not make trouble- the council was already in a state of frenzy. If Damon or Lydia fed on someone and they turn out to have vervain in their system and the council found out- everything would be lost.

"The council is getting suspicious. Vicky Donovan was bitten yesterday. She lost a lot of blood. They're already suspecting..." Zach trailed off, he didn't want to say who but at the same time, this was his life on the line.

"I'm not Damon, I don't eat like a savage. You've got to let me stay here for a little while, only for a little. I'm not going to ask you, I'm telling you." She hated to take this attitude with Zach but she needed to stay here, it was vital.

"And what? Let the council know that I'm letting three vampires stay in my house? Aunt Lydia, please- it'll look suspicious." He begged, it almost halted Lydia's unbeating heart.

"It's about time we reunite, Zach. I'm just sorry it's at your expense."

Without another word, Lydia was gone. Not seeing the crestfallen expression on his face or not recognising the stench of death gathered around him. Pity.

House hunting was a hard job to do, all the houses that she found were either grandma houses or just plain ugly. This wasn't the city. Not at all. Was it so hard to build a house that is a solidly modern house? In this town, it would seem so. Walking from street to street, she was getting tired but not for long, she was near the hospital once the scent of Stefan ran past her nose. What was he doing near the hospital?

"Stefan?" She called, wrinkling her nose at the sight of old women and the stench of death around them. "Shouldn't you be at school?" Lydia raised an eyebrow at his surprised expression.

"Lydia?" Stefan blanked, debating whether or not to tell her what was going on.

There was no need, Lydia already knew from Zach; something about a Vicky Donovan being bitten or whatever. It was all boring to her. "Ah, I know; Vicky Donovan, right? She got bit by Damon."

Ignoring her, Stefan exhaled; he was weak, considerably weaker than human blood, drinking vampires so his compulsion may not work as well as Damon's or Lydia's. There was only one solution. "I overheard that Vicky knows it was a vampire who bit her, we need to make sure she doesn't tell anyone."

"So, compulsion? Okay, want me to do it?" Lydia asked, her hip jutted out almost like Frederica did but less curvy.

Stefan didn't answer just nodded but suddenly, there was a scream and a boy came rushing out calling the nurse; it was her chance and with a quick swoosh she was there. "An animal bit you, a big wolf, black and muscular. You passed out from the pain only to awake here. Right?" She focused on Vicky, knowing the compulsion worked once the girl repeated what she said.

"Come on, the nurse is coming with Matt." Stefan said, his eyes catching her's once she finished putting the girl softly into bed.

"You go ahead, Stefan, I'll meet you back at the House." She said faintly, stroking a piece of hair out of Vicky's eyes. The girl had issues.

Without another word, Stefan disappeared and she walked out, looking around the hall she was in. "Excuse me, do I know you?" The boy, Matt, spoke as he saw the woman standing near his sister's room.

"Oh no, I've just moved here. Lydia Salvatore." She spoke, her eyes shining their ocean blue hue, drawing Matt in. "Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, same. Why are you here?" He asked, suspicious of the older woman. Especially since she had no business being here.

Without a pause, Lydia smiled. "I heard that a woman got bit and I'm a bit of a wild animal specialist so I thought I might be of help."

"Really? What do you think bit her?" His response was almost lightning fast.

"Probably a wolf, I've seen some around here. Better put wards up to scare them away. I'll talk to the council so nobody else has to get hurt."

"Thank you." Matt replied, it was obvious he no longer wished to speak to her so without another glance, Lydia walked away.

2 or so hours later.

Picking up her shiny phone, Lydia dialed Frederica's number as she strolled down the stairs, one of her hands resting on the phone and the other on the railing as she walked. With the fourth sound, Frederica picked up but it was all for nought as the phone tumbled out of Lydia's hands at the sight of the person standing in their living space. No. Lydia froze, her body as stiff as a pulled string- it couldn't be.

"You must be Elena. I'm Damon, Stefan's brother. That's Lydia... the runaway of the family." The sudden appearance of Damon didn't fraze her for a second, something else did. The dark, mysterious aura surrounding her brother pulled the woman in, she could see it and it made her want to barf.

After another moment, Lydia snarled to herself. "Elena? It's so incredibly nice to meet you." Lydia resumed her walk down the stairs, snatching her phone as she did, not realising Frederica has picked up. "Stefan never mentioned you to me?"

Elena awkwardly shuffled, her lips taking a surprised sort of shape at the siblings in front of her. "I was just about to say that he never mentioned either of you. It's nice to meet you anyway." She stressed the nice, genuinely, it almost surprised Lydia herself who was rarely surprised.

Looking between the two siblings, Elena blanked, they looked almost exactly the same- dark hair, ocean blue eyes; it was fascinating. They were so alike, Elena mistook them for twins.

"Well, Stefan's not one to brag. Please, come. I'm sure Stefan will be along any second." Damon strolled into the living room, gently pushing her forward as he did. Not noticing Lydia who was silently glaring at the teen.

The awe at the style of the living room was plain in Elena's expression, Lydia said nothing, it was getting quite boring to predict her mood as she was so transparent. "Wow. This is your living room?" She gushed, looking around in splendour.

"Living room, parlor, Sotheby's auction. It's a little kitschy for my taste" Damon explained, shrugging.

"It's quite boring, really." Lydia agreed, grimacing at the teen in front of her.

The whole situation was just terrible in Lydia's opinion, Damon, Elena who by the way looked like Katherine was nothing short of a nightmare to Lydia- why did she come to Mystic Falls again? Of course, trouble must always find her- or is it the other way around?

Damon never glanced at Lydia, his face casted only on Elena, his eyes mischievous. "I see why my brother's so smitten. It's about time. For a while there, I never thought he'd get over the last one. Nearly destroyed him."

"Elena! How about we find Stefan? You're trying to find him, aren't you?" Lydia glared at her brother, despite her shock at seeing the doppelganger, she wouldn't do something that Stefan had no idea about. She would have a discussion about Elena later. With both of them.

"No need. Elena." The reappearance of Stefan wasn't a shock either, Lydia groaned to herself.

Making a quick get away, Lydia smiled falsely at Elena. "It was nice meeting you Elena, but, uh, its supposed to be family day today." She lied, the situation was getting out of control and she needed her to go so she could talk with her brothers.

It seemed like Damon had other plans while Stefan continuously glared at him. "Oh, no, Annie- come on now, Elena is welcome. Isn't she Stefan?" He asked, his tone light and jovial as Stefan said nothing. "I should break out the photo album..." He smirked. "I'm warning you, Stefan wasn't always a looker." He chuckled

Lydia cringed, Elena smiled at her softly before nodding. "Yeah, I should go. Nice meeting you both." She stepped towards Stefan.

"Stefan?" Elena began, hoping for some kind of recognition, she got none. "Stefan." She repeated, scoffing once he gave her space to leave. Not even glancing in her general direction. "Nice for you to stop by Elena, I'll see you at school." He said, Elena left without saying another word.

Suddenly, Lydia's phone beeped, her expression dropped and when she realised, she blanked.

'Ring me.' Frederica.

Crap.