Hiya, It's xXxhurting-insidexXx & I'm writing Chapter Two of The Beginning of Never and I Hope You like This Story! Let's Begin Shall We?
Chapter 2 – The Darkest Light of Midnight
Alice
After I walked from Dena's house to my own, a feeling of dread washed over me. I said hello to my family, which none of them cared to hear, along with the girl they have sitting with them, and walked up the stairs to my bedroom. Once there, I toss my books onto my bed and grab my laptop from my desk, logging on. I begin typing on my online diary and the sound of voices rising from downstairs makes me sigh. Not again, I think and plug in my headphones to try and block out the yelling.
After a few minutes, everything seems all right, and I chance taking out my headphones. Everything is deathly silent, which makes my heart race slightly. I take my headphones out completely and put my laptop on the bed beside me. I stand up and creep my way, silently, to the door. I open it with shaking hands, the feeling of dread growing.
"Mom? Dad?" I call out, but hear no answer. I take a deep breath and swallow harshly. I grab my crowbar from behind my door and open the door the rest of the way. I take a step out into the hallway and look around before taking another step towards the staircase. "Mom?" I call out again, and I hear what sounds like shuffling of feet from downstairs. "Mom?" I try again, but there is no answer.
When I make my way down the stairs I almost drop the crowbar in my hands. There, lying in a pool of blood, is the girl from earlier. I rush over to her, dropping the crowbar. I feel her neck for a pulse and find that there isn't one. I see something and, when I turn her head to the side, I see two puncture wounds. With shaking hands, I turn her head to the other side and find two more. With shaky breaths, I sit up straighter and look around slowly, fear pulsing through me.
I glance back at the dead girl before taking the crowbar in my hands, holding it somewhat steady. I see the disarray of the living room and see blood spatters on the wall. I stand up, my legs feeling like limp noodles, and make my way to the kitchen. When I get there, I hear the front door open. Gasping, I crouch down behind a small wall and listen as three pairs of footsteps echo.
"Shane," I hear my father's voice call out and I take a chance at peering over the countertop. I see my older brother Shane laying a black tarp onto the floor. My mother helps him roll the dead girl onto the tarp and close it, sealing it with rope.
I look closely at my family and see all of them are paler then usual and all of them have blood on them. But what is most scary is the fact that they all have a pair of perfectly white fangs. I try to calm my heart, and place a hand over my mouth.
Suddenly, my mother's head darts up and she sniffs deeply.
"Charles, do you smell that?" She asks and he looks at her.
"What is it, Josephine?" My father's deep, curt voice rings out, a hint of annoyance and irritation in it.
"I smell your daughter," she replies to him and looks around, almost inhaling my scent.
"How? She is in her room, is she not?" He answers her, and then all three of them look up to where my room is, and where I'm supposed to be.
"Forget her for one moment," Shane hisses to them. "We need to get rid of the body!" My mother and father glance at each other before nodding at Shane and carrying the body out of the house. I hear the door close behind them and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Oh my God," I whisper and feel tears fall from my eyes. "My family's a bunch of freaking vampires!" And then, like a light switch, I gasp and run up to my room. There my laptop still sits and I go to my search engine, typing furiously.
Before long, I find the link I need and stare at my computer screen blankly, the realization still not yet hitting me. I eventually hear the sound of the front door opening and closing and not long afterwards, my mother coming in to 'check on me.'
"Alice?" She calls out, opening the door and I look up from the screen to look at her, trying not to wince. "We're home," she says and I nod, looking back down. I hear her sigh angrily and she slams my door. I look up to where she just was and back down again, noticing how shaky my hands are.
I wait until I hear them go to bed to lock my door. Once I do that, I lie awake all night, terrified for a different reason to not sleep. And for once, I almost wish for the demons of my dreams to take me. Better than having real demons in the room next door…
~3_3~
When the first rays of dawn finally shown through my window, I felt a wave of relief rush through me. But then I remembered that my family can go out in daylight, and the fear of last night washes through me once more. I get up quietly and grab some clothes from my closet, heading to the bathroom to take a shower.
Once I finish that, I grab my school stuff and a fruit bar, heading downstairs. When I go to open the door, however, a voice calls out.
"Where are you headed so early, Alice?" My father sneers and I gasp, turning around sharply. I look at him and see that the paleness of last night is gone, along with the eyes and fangs.
"I-I'm going to school," I tell him and try not to wince as he steps closer to me. When he is standing in front of me, I subconsciously close my eyes and turn my head to the side. This time, however, I hear the faint sound of an intake of breath. And this time, I know why. I take a peek at him and he's no longer looking at my face, but instead at my neck. I resist the urge to cover it up, and decide to turn my head so I'm looking at him. His eyes meet mine once more and I see a forbidden glimmer of something darker in his blue depths.
"Go," he almost growls and I don't think I've ever made it out the front door faster.
I walk the three miles to school like I usually do, and when I get there, I'm the first to arrive. I sit on the benches outside the main doors and wait until I can go inside.
When I get to my first period, I'm glad for the distraction. Of course, when I get to Mr. B's class, I fall asleep. And when the bell rings, I feel the unshed tears in my eyes at the dream.
At the end of 5th period, I went in search of Dena and found her walking to 6th, bags under her eyes.
"Hi, Dena! What's up?" I asked her as I walk up to her.
"Nothing much. Did you do Mr. B's project yet? That is due this week?" She asks and I give her a confused look.
"No, and that is due this week?" I ask, mentally cursing myself.
"Yes, he said that last Friday, Alice. Come on did you go to sleep in his class again?" She asked as we walk up the steps.
"No! Maybe….yes! Stop with the questioning, Dena. BTW how is the job coming down at the hospital?" I ask her, not wanting to remember why I had fallen asleep.
"Fine!" She says a little sharply and I back up a little bit.
"Ok, no need to eat me for asking," I tell her, only half-joking.
"Sorry I had a bad day yesterday; things went from bad to very bad. I had taken care of his grandma last night. She says she is dead but I know the difference," she says and I nod. We go our separate ways, but that sense of dread from yesterday comes back to me.
I try to focus during 6th, but it doesn't happen, and when the bell rings, I feel a change in the atmosphere of the school. I see Jon and his 'friends' standing around talking and I faintly wonder why they're not beating Dena up. Not that I would want them too, it's just weird not seeing them do it.
"Hey, freak!" I hear one of them call and I ignore them. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" I hear him yell after me. I pick up my pace but because they're guys, they catch up to me. One grabs my arm and pulls me back. I gasp and slap him across the face. He is shocked into letting me go and I use the opportunity to run away.
I don't stop until I reach my house, but even then, I run up to my room, throwing the lock until it snicks. I grab my desk chair and hold it under the door knob so if anyone tried to get in, they couldn't. Looking around my room, I see it's in perfect order; I take a shaky breath and run a hand through my long hair. To distract myself, I decide to finish my homework.
Around 5:30, I hear my parents and brother come home. But, I hear another voice with them and a shudder runs through me. After an hour, things seem to be going all right, but then I hear it: the sounds of a voice becoming frantic, then voices yelling, things falling and crashing, and finally…Silence. My hands hurt and I look down, seeing the death grip I have on my book. I release it, tossing it aside; I also release the breath I didn't know I was holding.
A knock at the door makes me gasp.
"Wh-Who's there?" I ask and curse myself for sounding scared.
"What do you mean by 'who's there?' Who else would be here?" I hear my mother's exasperated voice on the other side of the door and I sigh. But, before I get up, I open my drawer carefully and quietly, pulling out a wooden pencil for safety precautions. I open my door, holding it halfway closed just in case.
"Yes?" I ask her, and she gives me a weird look.
"Is your homework finished?" She asks and I shake my head. "Humph, finish it and then come downstairs," she says and turns away to head downstairs. I close the door behind her and snick the lock once more. I'm leaning against my door when something makes me look up. When I do, I see something at my window. Going over to it slowly, I look out and see in the distance, smoke and fire billowing out from the trees.
"Dena," I whisper, gasping. Throwing all caution to the wind, I open my window and climb out of it to the tree, climbing down the tree and taking off into the woods. The whole while praying to whatever God there is that Dena is all right.
As I near her house, the smell of smoke grows, making the air feel thick and claustrophobic. When I break through the trees, I scream. Smoke and fire is engulfing her house.
"Dena!" I screech, running over to the burning house. I find a window that is not yet consumed with flames, and crawl into it, desperate to find her. She has to be her, she can't be dead…"Dena!" I cry out once more, and cough as smoke fills my throat and lungs. I search through the house, the flames and smoke making my eyes water and my throat hurt.
I try to go up the stairs but every other step is burning and before I can reach the top, they collapse. I let out a bloodcurdling scream as I fall into a hole. When I hit the floor, my whole body erupts into pain. I try to roll over, but my leg burns in pain. I look up bleary-eyed when I hear a creaking and my eyes go wide when I see burning wood and walling coming towards me. I scream as loudly as I can, hoping my parents hear me, as it hits me. I try to get it off me, but the fire torches my clothes and body.
Before I pass out from the pain, I hear voices calling to me. I moan something out, and then three figures are picking me up gently, carrying me out of the house. They ask me something but I don't hear them, my heavy eyes drawn to a pale figure running into the forest.
"Dena," I whisper hoarsely, before my world fades to black.
~3_3~
When I come to, I feel like my body is still burning. Everywhere hurts and when I open my eyes, everything is blurry. I try to move my neck, I wince, but that only sends my body into pain frenzy. Tears pool in my eyes as a soft whimper escapes my lips. Suddenly, two bodies materialize next to me. I let out a shocked and scared cry that makes my throat hurt more.
Just then, the door opens and a nurse walks in to check on me. She says something to the two other bodies and does something to the machines next to me. After a few minutes, the pain slowly dissipates and goes away, making it easier to breathe. I blink away the blurriness and see the faces of my mother and father.
"Hey," my mother says softly whilst cradling one of my hands gently in hers.
"H-how," I croak out softly, "…How long have I been here?" I look at their faces, the same faces I've known my whole life but have never noticed how ageless they seemed.
"Almost a month," my father says, his voice making me look at him. I feel my eyes go wide and my jaw drops. He nods and smiles dryly. "Yes, it has been that long, Alice. Now, would you care to explain what you were doing in that house?" I immediately close both my eyes and mouth, looking at the ceiling. I feel the prickle of tears behind my eyes as that night floods through my mind.
"Honey?" I hear my mother's voice call out softly. Strange how, with my eyes closed, it almost sounds like she cares…
"It…It was my friend's house," I whisper to them, opening my eyes and feeling the tears fall down the side of my face. "I thought…I thought she was in there, so I went inside. I couldn't let her die…" my voice breaks at the end and my body is overcome with silent sobs. My mother comes over to me, hugging me gently.
"It's all right, sweetie," my mother whispers to me, but no longer do such petty words comfort me. I know, deep in my heart, that my best friend and sister, my Dena…Is dead.
~3_3~
It's been three months since the fire. Today I finally get to come home. I sigh, sitting up in the bed to get dressed. I look at the scars that are littered across my body and feel tears behind my eyes threaten to fall. I sniffle, blinking them away, refusing to let them overcome me again.
Once I'm dressed, I wait until the nurse comes in to let me leave. She gives me a once-over and tells me I'm free to go and that my parents are waiting for me downstairs. I smile at her and get off the bed, making my way down the hallway. I notice, however, that when I pass by smiling children, they stop and stare at me. I resist the urge to grimace and cower back.
I didn't realize until a couple weeks ago, when they took the bandages off, that my hair was burned in the fire, so they'd had to cut it. My hair is now a choppy mess. Long gone are my cascading black and red locks, replaced by a choppy and messed up pixie cut. My face has burns on it as well, adding to my scariness.
I wait until I'm around a corner, with no one in sight, to break down. I lean against the wall, my mouth hanging open as I breath in tiny gasps, tears falling from my eyes. I slide down the wall, my legs curling up beside me as I cry. The nurse from my room walks by and she gives me a sympathetic look before finding a hoodie to give me. I look at her gratefully and she wipes away a stray tear.
"You are beautiful," she whispers to me and my lower lip quivers.
"Thank you," I whisper to her and she nods before patting my cheek gently. I make my way to the elevator, keeping my head down when I pass by kids, and press the button for the bottom floor. I say goodbye to the nurses and the secretaries and look up into the eyes of my brother and parents as I leave the doors. Shane comes up to me and picks me up in a twirl hug; I gasp at the gesture, but thankfully he thinks it's because of the soreness.
"Sorry," he says smiling softly, "I just missed you." I give him a sad smile in return, knowing that whatever affection he has for me is only surface affection.
We make our way to the car, Shane carrying my small bag over his shoulder, his other arm draping across my shoulders. I don't realize until we get home how bad things are.
When we pull up to the house, and I get inside, my mother and father turn on me.
"How dare you go and try to rescue her?" My mother hisses at me. I balk at her vicious tone and land into a hard chest. I look up into the angry eyes of my father. He grips my shoulders and pushes me away from him.
"That was probably the stupidest thing you could have ever done, Alice," my father sneers my name once more and I wince.
"Come on, just let it be for today. She just got home," my brother, Shane, says on my behalf. I shoot him a thankful smile and he returns it with a nod.
"Oh, shut up, Shane!" My mother and father growl at the same time. Shane's jaw clenches and he looks down. I look back at my parents, and see a different air about them, a dangerous air. They turn their glares at me and I back up a step.
"Poor little, Dena," my mother hisses in mocking, taking some steps towards me. "A lonely witch who's hated by her family and whose only friend is a spoiled littlebrat!" This time when she hisses, I feel her breath on my face. I swallow harshly, my heart beginning to race.
"You could have finished us with that little stunt you pulled," growls my father from behind me. I gasp and turn to face him, my breath coming in short gasps.
"That's enough," Shane says, taking my arm and pulling me closer to him. "Can't you see that you're scaring her?" He cradles my head to his chest and I notice that my whole body is trembling.
"Dammit, Shane!" Yells my mother and I jump. "Get the hell away from her, now. You've got no say in this, whatsoever!" I look up at Shane and see that he is standing his ground. Shane glances down at me and flashes me a sad smile.
"I love you, Alice," he says to me, kissing my forehead. "Now, go up to you room; can you do that for me?" I nod mutely and he rubs my shoulders comfortingly. I go to walk around my mother and to the stairs when a hand snakes out, grabbing my wrist.
"I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you don't decide when she gets to leave, I DO!" Screeches my father, who yanks me back against him. He holds my neck in one hand, holding my arms behind my back with the other.
"Get off of her!" Screeches Shane, and I watch as he hisses and lunges for our father. Quicker than I would have thought possible, Dad flings me to our mom as he meets Shane's lunge with his own. I land at my mother's feet and she wrenches me up, holding me tightly. I watch in horror as Shane and our father fight.
"Stop it!" I yell at them, but they don't hear me. My mother grips me harder and I watch in mixed pain and terror as they swirl around the room, nothing but blurs. And then, I hear it. I hear the sound of something breaking and when I open my eyes, I see Shane's mouth in an 'O,' a leg off the coffee table stuck inside him. Our father releases his hold on the makeshift stake and I look on as Shane falls to his knees, gasping for breath. He looks up at me and I try to break free of mother's grasp. She lets me go and I run to Shane.
"Shane!" I yell, tears falling from my eyes. "Shane, look at me! Shane, you can't die on me! Please, don't die, please!" I cry as he falls to his side. I hold his face in my hands as he looks at me. "I love you, brother," I whisper to him sadly and his eyes shine with the love I now realize he always had for me. His eyes stay on my face until his hand falls from my face, landing on the floor with a thud. His body turns a sickly grayish color, and I bend over his body, cradling his head in my hands as sobs erupt from my throat. I take a shaky breath and glare up at our mother and father. "You're both monsters!" I tell them and I see their eyes turn pitch black. My father comes over and yanks me up by what's left of my hair. I cry out, forced into standing. I hold his hand in both of mine, trying to get him to let go.
"Monster? You've not seen monster yet," he whispers harshly before biting down on my neck.. I cry out in pain, letting my arms drop to my sides. I feel my mother come and take my wrist in her hands, biting down. I gasp and I look for something I can grab. I see the fire poker leaning against the fireplace next to me and I reach for it. I manage to grasp it and, with shaking hands, I whack my mother against her head. She lets go of my wrist and my father does the same. Quickly, yet sluggishly, I whack him with it too, allowing me some room to escape.
I hear them coming after me and just barely make it to my room. I snick the lock on my door and look around for something I can use as a weapon. I find a random bottle of holy water under my bed and squirt my door with it. I unlock my door and squirt it into the faces of my mother and father. I close the door as I hear their cries of pain. I lock it once more and, with shaky hands, I make my way over to my chair. I smash it against the floor, which takes a couple tries due to my weakened state, and pick up my homemade stakes.
I go over to the door, and take a deep breath in order to make the world stop spinning. I hold my stakes in one hand whilst I unlock the door with my other. Quickly, I throw it open and look into the darkened hallway. I see the light from downstairs illuminating the steps. Taking another deep breath, I lean out of my door, looking around me. Seeing nothing, I make a break for the stairs. A leg materializes out of nowhere and trips me.
With a gasp, I fall down the stairs, miraculously not getting hurt. When I'm lying on the floor, my body hurting, I feel them approach me. Suddenly, as if my body is overrun, I swing around and flip into a standing position. I face the shocked faces of both my parents and look down at the stake in my hand.
My mother lunges for me and, easily despite my fear, I ram the stake through her stomach. She chokes out a gasp and I look her into the eyes. I watch her turn that gray color of death before letting go of the stake and backing up. I look up into the shocked eyes of my father and I see his lip quiver with a forbidden emotion.
His body is slowly enveloped with convulsions and shudders and I watch as his face morphs into something of legends and myths. His fangs protrude even further than before, and his ears now have points, as if he were an elf or a demon…Well, he is but still.
I watch as the rest of him changes and I look frantically around for my other stake. He lunges for me, his claws reaching out for me, and I duck. From my position on the floor, I swing my leg in a side kick, knocking him down. I gasp in shock and look at my leg. I sense the hand but I don't react quick enough, and my father's cold and clawed hand backhands me, sending me flying against the wall. I crash to the floor and look up hatefully at him. With a hiss of my own, I lunge for him.
Our dance continues for what feels like an eternity. At last, he knocks me down and when I land, I see my stake lying next to me. I roll over, grabbing it and holding it ready. He grabs me and when he turns me around, I shove the stake through his heart. I hear the sickening sound of something breaking and look at him.
Tears I didn't even know I would shed, fill my eyes. My father's face is back to its normal day-to-day look, but I see in his eyes the truth. When the color of death encases his body, and we both fall to the floor, I watch as the life drains from his eyes. I wait until I know he's dead to sit back on my heels.
I gaze out at the destroyed living room and look at the three bodies who now call it their grave. I see my brother, Shane, his eyes open and faintly turned to me. I crawl over to him gently, the irrational fear of waking them crossing my mind, and take his cold hand in mine. More tears fall as I think of how different things could have been…
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I beg him in a sad whisper, stroking his face with the back of my other hand. "Why didn't you ever show me the love I know you had for me? Why couldn't you trust me with your secret?" I cry and close my eyes painfully.
~3_3~
Afterwards, I wrapped the bodies in a blanket and doused them with gasoline before lighting a match. I watch mutely as the fire spreads to all three bodies, the flames licking away at the dead flesh. I adjust the strap on my shoulder of the bag I have with me and bend down to pick up my other two bags, suitcases really.
I make my way to the door and glance back at them when I reach the door frame. The fire is now spreading throughout the living room and the walls, destroying the only home I had known. I sigh sadly and take another step, and hear glass breaking. Looking down, I see a picture of all of us from a few years ago. I bend down to pick it up, letting the shards of glass slide down to the floor. How normal we all seemed back then…
"No, Alice…Don't even go there," I whisper to myself, folding the picture up and sticking it in my bag before exiting the house. I go over to the car and load my bags in the trunk. The smell of smoke and fire and creaking wood sends chills down my spine. I get in the car and the fire seems alive, the colors swirling and dancing with each other. I pull out of the driveway and glance back only when the sound of sirens is heard. But, I don't stop driving; instead, I think of what I must do…Find Dena.
~3_3~
It's been a year now since I killed my mother and father. I'm now living in a small apartment meant for one person, working a shitty job for money, and am (what I hope to be) closer to finding Dena. Ever since what happened, I've done hours of research both on vampires and witches/warlocks. But, I also figure that if vampires and witches DO exist, why can't all the other creatures of the supernatural exist too? So, I've been hunting around on my laptop unusual killings and sightings. Most have been bogus, but a few have been real.
Logging onto my laptop, I open up the last site I was on. I scroll through, reading briefly. I sip my coffee, barely tasting it. A link catches my eye and I click on it. My eyes narrow at the title.
Mysterious Animal Attacks Continue, Bodies Drained of Blood, Some Sort of New Gang?
I read through the article and am surprised to find out that the town is only a few states away from me. I sigh, and place my computer on the bed beside me, grabbing my suitcases and piling my clothes in them once more.
When I finish packing, I go down to the front desk and sign out, bidding the woman farewell. She smiles at me and I almost wish I could stay…Almost.
I walk out to my car and start it up, the purr of the engine soothing me slightly. I turn on the radio and soon the lyrics of Forsaken is flowing through me, calming me further. I get on the interstate and look at the map I have, the edges worn from opening and closing it so many times. I have a 600 mile journey ahead of me. Luckily, along the way, there are some towns with some mysterious activity that I shall check out.
Sighing, I put a piece of hair behind my ear, feeling the rough surface of the scars on my face. A grimace forms on my face and I resist the urge to look in the mirror. As I continue driving, the songs of The Vampire Lestat fill my soul with a feeling I never would have thought possible: comfort. His words spoke to me on volumes I never imagined.
My hands tighten on the steering wheel as I think of one of the reasons why his lyrics mean something. Clenching my jaw, I speed up, looking out on the miles of stretching highway that lie ahead of me…
~3_3~
(A/N: Otay, MAJOR Time Skip! Just Warning You…I Felt That To Describe A Whole YEAR Would Be Pushing It, So I'm Skipping To A Year Later…Don't Like It? Sue Me…)
When I reach the state line of my new destination, almost a year later, I pull into the little welcoming center. I turn the car off, grimacing in pain at the wounds I had received only a few nights ago. I pull out the small calendar I keep in my car and mark off another day. It's been two years since I left home, two years since I killed my parents, two years since my brother was murdered, two years since Dena left, and two years since I've had any personal contact with humans.
As I climb out of my newly acquired car, I snort in irony. I close the door and lock the car, shaking my head. I don't refer to myself as a human anymore…I can't. Ever since that night…NO human could have moved as fast as I did, not even a martial artist. I sigh, pulling up my hood and opening the doors, letting the AC brush over my hooded body. I feel the chill to my toes and hear the rattling of paper as the cold air passes on its surface.
I glance at the paper and away but stop. A cold feeling washes in my stomach and I glance back at the papers. Plastered across every single one of them is me. I go over to it, swallowing harshly, and pick one up with shaking hands. I read the headlines with growing sadness.
Search for dead girl at a loss…Police and FBI giving up search, declaring it a lost cause.
I read on in the article to find out that someone had seen my car driving away from the scene, with what looked like me in the car. They thought someone had kidnapped me and murdered my family. They believed I was dead after they found my car where I left it: off a cliff. I remember the accident, but remember that I wasn't in the car when it exploded. I had jumped out of it, leaving the vampire inside it to burn to his death.
My cold fingertips brush against the old picture of me. I close my eyes as I remember the old me, the almost carefree me, the compassionate me. She really was dead now. I don't smile anymore, and I barely eat or sleep. The only thing that matters is finding Dena. I know she's alive, I just can't find her. Sighing once again, I grab a few fruit bars and a drink and a few maps of the town I'm headed to before I make my way to the car.
I drive until I see the Welcome to Mystic Falls sign. I feel my eyes narrow slightly and I grip the steering wheel tighter. Mystic Falls has been having strange "animal" attacks for a few months now, but I know the truth, and I think some of the older people in town do as well. Pushing down on the gas once more, I continue to drive until reaching the small house I recently bought. I don't know how long I'm staying so it's best to be prepared.
After I unpack my few belongings, I decide to walk down the road to the police station and talk to the sheriff. When I find her, she looks up at me surprised.
Sheriff Forbes is a short, blonde haired woman who looks to be in her 40's. She has a daughter named Caroline who's my age, and her husband left her for another man. Way to brush up on your hacking skills, I think to myself.
"Hi, how may I help you?" She asks, shaking my hand. I nod at her and return the gesture. I sigh, taking off my sunglasses and hood, bringing my eyes and scarred face to meet hers. Her intake of breath is audible and I grimace.
"Well," I begin, "I think that I may be able to help you…" She gives me a look and I cock my head to the side.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean."
"Oh but I think you do," I tell her, leaning forward slightly. "Look, I'm not here to cause problems. I'm just looking for someone. But, I'm also here to help you with your vampire issue," I tell her, looking her directly in the eyes. She gasps and her eyes go wide before she gets up to close the door and lock it.
"How do you know about the vampires?" She asks and I give her a bitter and sad smile.
"A couple years ago, I walked into my house like normal. My parents were yelling downstairs like always so I just ignored it. After a little while I went downstairs and saw the dead body of a girl I had seen merely an hour ago, conversing with my parents. I went over to her and found two pairs of puncture wounds on her neck. She was drained of blood," I tell her, getting up and looking out the window.
"I didn't understand at first, but when I heard the front door opening, I ran and hid in the kitchen. I listened and watched as my brother and parents came into the living room and wrapped the girl in a tarp. They were so pale and had a pair of perfectly white fangs. After they left, I ran upstairs to my room again and looked up an article I had been reading but never knew why. It told about all the disappearances that had happened recently and I freaked. When my parents came home, I acted normal…But when my mother left and went back into her room, I locked the door behind her and saw out my own window smoke and fire. I knew it was my friend's house, and so I ran.
I couldn't just let her die, she was my best friend. Anyways, I get to the house, almost die trying to look for her, and spend three months in a hospital. When I finally went home, my parents turned on me, but my brother tried to help me…Which resulted in his death. I watched as my father drove a stake through my brother's heart, Sheriff Forbes," I tell her, looking at her with tears in my eyes. She has a crestfallen expression on her face as well and I sigh, continuing. "I went to him, realizing at last that he really did love me, unlike my parents. My father and mother fed off me," I tell her showing the scars, "and I managed to whack them upside the head with a fire poker.
"I ran to my room and found a bottle of holy water, just in case, and squirted my door with it, and then them. I eventually staked my mother with handmade stakes, and me and my father squared off in a fight to the death. I killed him, though, and burned the bodies. I ran away from my home two years ago, searching for my friend, and killing every vampire or werewolf in my path," I say.
Sheriff Forbes takes a few steps closer to me and squeezes my shoulder in comfort. I smile sadly back at her.
"So," I begin, "can I help?" She sighs before slowly nodding her head in approval. I give my thanks.
"How old are you?" She asks and I grimace.
"I just turned 18," I tell her. "Don't get all motherly on me about how dangerous this is, and how I could get hurt or worse turned. I know the risks, hell I've been doing this for two years now. Now, can you let go? I was in a pretty bad fight the other night and my shoulder isn't quite healed." She lets go of my shoulder and I roll it gently.
"What kind of fight?" She asks and I smirk at her before launching into the tale.
When I finish she looks impressed and I smirk again. We talk for a little while longer and she says she will enroll me as a permanent visitor for the school, meaning I will go there but I won't have to take any classes. I give my thanks once more and give her my cell number. She bids me goodbye and I leave, deciding to walk around some more. I'm walking down the sidewalk when something out of the corner of my eyes makes me look over. I'm still walking so I don't see him until I bump into him.
"Oops, I'm sorry," I say automatically, looking up. When I see his face and eyes, my heart skips a beat. Damn, he's hot…He smiles a mischievous smile and I swallow. A feeling of familiarity washes over me and I wonder who he looks like.
"Well, look what we have here. You're new to town I presume?" He asks, and I detect a faint accent. Immediately my defenses go up.
"I'm sure that that is not your concern, nor is it your business. Now, if you would be so kind as to step aside so that I might be able to pass by you…" I say, going to walk around him. He reaches out a hand and I switch to attack mode instantly. I crouch and swing my leg out, kicking his feet out from underneath him. He doesn't fall, but stumbles.
"Alice?" Sheriff Forbes calls out and I look at her, keeping the new guy in my periphery. "Is everything all right?" She gives me a concerned look and I motion to the guy who still has the smirk on his face. She looks over at him. "Ah, Damon. What can I do for you?" He raises his eyebrows and smirks evilly.
"Well, you could introduce me to this ravishing girl whom just tried to knock me on my ass…" I roll my eyes at girl, but growl lightly at the ravishing part.
"Alice," she says, "this is Damon Salvatore. He is on the Council." I don't try to hide my incredulity. I see Damon smile and I look at him. His shaggy black hair looks as if he just woke up, and his blue eyes are dancing with amusement. I feel a pang in my heart as I finally realize whom he resembles: my dead brother, Shane. A small, pained gasp comes from my lips and both Damon and Sheriff Forbes look at me. I can't take my eyes off of Damon, and I watch as his features changes slightly as his face changes to Shane's. I feel tears form in my eyes and fall as I look at him.
"Alice?" My eyes close harshly and when I open them, Damon's somewhat concerned gaze is right where Shane's just was. I look over at Sheriff Forbes and back at Damon, my heart ripping open. I shake my head, my mouth hanging open, before I start backing away. Damon takes a step towards me and I turn around and run.
Because my injuries are still healing, I can't run as fast as I normally would; in result, Damon catches up to me and grabs my arm, pulling me to a stop.
"Let me go," I tell him, but he doesn't, instead smoothing over my wrist with his thumb. Weird warmth spreads over the area he's touching and I look down, trying to get free. I realize that he is staring at me and wonder why until I notice that my hair is blowing in the gentle breeze and everything is brighter. I gasp, feeling for sunglasses that aren't there, and a hood that has fallen.
"What happened to you?" He asks and I shake my head.
"It's nothing, it was just an accident," I tell him and he lets me go. My wrist feels cold from where his hand was but I shake it off. I pull up my hood and look for my sunglasses. I see Sheriff Forbes bending down to pick them up and I sigh.
"I'm sorry about that," I tell her when she gets over to us. "I just…You remind me of my brother," I tell Damon and his brow furrows.
"Damon, take her somewhere to calm down," Sheriff Forbes says and Damon nods. Strange how I comply with her wishes with no refusal…
Damon takes me to his car and we get in, driving down the road quite a ways until we turn off on a side road. We eventually turn down a long driveway and at the end is a grand brick house. I gasp in awe at the monstrosity of it.
"I thought you might like it," he says and I look at him, seeing a small smile on his face.
"It's gorgeous," I tell him. "Do you live here?" He nods and I smile, getting out of the car. He follows and faster than I ever would have thought, he is walking beside me.
"My brother and I live here," he says and I feel another pang in my heart. I look at Damon and can't help but think that this is where I'm meant to be…
We go into the house and he gives me a tour, saving his room for last. He explains that his brother is out with his girlfriend and I shake my head at their innocence. We talk for hours and before I know it, the first rays of dawn are shining in the window. We eat something for breakfast and Damon drives me around town. I can't help but hear the lyrics of the song "Hear You Me" in my head as we drive. Damon notices how unusually quiet I am and turns to me after pulling over.
"You okay?" He asks and I shrug. "I know what it's like to move from place to place in search of something that feels like a ghost of time," he says bitterly and I look at him. I smile sadly and reach over, squeezing his hand. He looks at our hands and lifts his hand up, entwining our fingers together. He squeezes my hand in comfort, and I feel little tendrils of warmth spread over me. He starts to drive again and I notice that he still is holding my hand. I leave it like that, afraid to ruin the moment.
~3_3~
After I spent the night with Damon, along with the day, we parted ways and I met some of the other people in Mystic Falls. I met Caroline, Bonnie, Stefan, Kat, Tyler, Matt, and Jeremy. I will "go to school" with all of them, except Damon. My heart is saddened by that thought until I shake myself into reality. When I finally get back to my house, I do some further research into Mystic Falls, going back almost 400 years…
When I get off my computer, I feel a cold sadness and pain in my heart and soul. If what I read is correct, then Damon and Stefan Salvatore are vampires, and Tyler Lockwood is a werewolf. I sigh, deciding to take a shower before dressing in my usual dark wash jeans, black hoodie, and boots. I pull up my hood and put my sunglasses on, grabbing my laptop case and other experiment items. I head to school in my car and get through the first day. I watch Tyler and Stefan every chance I can get, making sure not to let on that I know about their secret. I notice that Stefan and Damon have the exact same ring and wonder why.
By the end of the day, my mind is tired, as well as my head. I hurry to my car, leaving the school as soon as possible.
For the next week or so, I avoid Damon like the plague. I can't bear seeing him, knowing what he is.
Week two: I still avoid him. I drift off into my research and my studies, preparing for the worst.
Week three: there was another animal attack and I fear it was Damon or Stefan. I went to the scene and I know it was a vampire. I want to hope it's not Damon.
Weeks four and five: I've been here a month and I still haven't found any sign of Dena. I've decided to confront Damon and Stefan. I killed another rogue vampire last night up by Roanoke.
Sighing, I pause in my typing, not knowing where to continue. I look over at the clock and decide to head over to the Salvatore house. I strap a couple of wooden knives to my ankles and have a stake tied at my stomach, ready. I tie my growing hair up in a ponytail and throw my hood up. I grab my keys and head out, speeding through the darkened town.
When I reach the road, I cut through the woods and park in the trees. Knowing I can be quieter on foot, I run at a silent pace the rest of the way, wincing every so often at the bruises I still have. I finally reach the house and I propel myself into a jump so I can climb the wall. I swing myself up onto the ledge quietly, walking stealthily over to a window. I look inside and see no one is around. Sighing, I grab my window-opening kit thingy and cut out a hole in the window, allowing me to open it from the inside.
I jump in, doing a somersault. I stop and listen; hearing nothing, I continue on downstairs. I bring out my stake gun and hold it out in front of me, ready to fire. I creep down the staircase, watching every corner. I hear voices in the living room and creep towards them.
"…So, what do you think?" Damon's voice rings out and my heart picks up.
"I think…" Stefan starts but pauses, "Kat? Is that you?" I look around and I see her come out of the bathroom. I wait until she is in front of me before I grab her, knocking her unconscious. "Kat?" I hear Stefan's voice coming closer and I run across the hall, hiding behind a statue. I watch as Stefan comes into the room and rushes over to Kat. "Kat! Are you all right? Kat, answer me!" I come out from behind the statue and raise the gun, cocking it. Stefan's head whips around and his eyes grow wide when he sees someone standing there with a stake gun. "Who are you?" He asks and I resist the urge to smirk. I take another step towards him. "Did you do this?" He asks. I smirk and nod. He growls and I watch as his face becomes animalistic, his eyes changing color and his fangs protruding.
"Come to Mama," I mumble as Stefan lunges for me. I fire the gun and it gets him in the stomach. He falls to the ground and I go over to him.
"Wh-Who are you?" He gasps out and I rip out the stake. He cries out in pain and growls at me.
"Well well well," Damon says, appearing out of nowhere, "What do we have here?" I quickly turn so that I can see both of them, whilst raising the gun. "What do you want?" He says to me and I can't help but feel guilty over doing this. "I said," he says growing angry, "what do you want?" I lower my head just enough to remove my sunglasses and throw my hood off. I pull my hair free and look back up at Damon and Stefan. I watch as their jaws drop and I smirk. I fire off another shot, but this time it's aimed at the lights. Suddenly, we are encased in darkness but I can still sense them.
Stefan comes at me and I quickly fend him off. Damon comes at me next and I hesitate for a second before fighting him as well. There's a pause in our fighting as the lights come back on, but then we just go at it more fiercely. Then, Damon and Stefan back away from me and I crack my knuckles, bending down to retrieve the knives I have strapped to me. When I stand upright, I flick the knives out and they both come at me. I throw one of the knives at each of them and watch as they both fall to the ground.
Damon looks up at me as I look to see where I got him: right below his heart. I did the same to Stefan. I watch as they pull out the knives and throw them onto the floor. I pick up the knives and my gun, giving them a hateful look before throwing open the door and storming out of it, a torrent of rain bursting from the sky. When I'm about 50 feet from the house, I sense one of them come up behind me. I turn around, going to punch him in the face, when he catches my fist in his hand. I look up into Damon's hurt and angry eyes.
"Why?" He demands me and I feel my lower lip quiver. I look away from him and he takes my shoulders in his hands. "Why?" He cries out, shaking me.
"Because you're a vampire!" I shout at him, meeting his eyes. "My brother, mother, AND father were all vampires! I watched as my father drove a stake through my brother's heart because he defended me for being friends with a witch! I killed my mother and father!" I yell at him, glad for the rain so he would not see the tears that are falling. "Vampires are cold-blooded killers!" I screech, my voice breaking at the end. "They took away my brother, whom I never knew loved me! And they murdered my best friend," I whisper sadly, closing my eyes on a harsh sob. "And now, the guy I have the hugest crush on is a vampire as well," I force my eyes to meet his and I see a hidden emotion in his eyes.
By now the rain has slowed to a light rain and I can see Damon better now. I watch as little droplets of water fall from his hair and how his shirt is clinging to him like a second skin.
"Come here," he says and takes my hand, leading me back to the house. When we get inside, he takes me straight to his room where he pulls out a phone and dials a number. I wait patiently whilst it rings. "Hey, Bonnie," Damon says and I wonder what he's up to. "Listen, I need a favor…I know, I know. But this isn't for me…Yes it is…Be here in 20 minutes. Oh and don't forget your spell book...Okay, see you then…Bye." I look at him questioningly and he gives me a small smirk.
"What are you planning?" I demand of him and he shakes his head. We wait for Bonnie to get here and I look at her questioningly as well. She just shrugs, cradling the spell book in her hands. My eyes narrow and then I gasp. "You're a witch!" I exclaim and she smiles and nods. "Holy shit…" She stifles a laugh as she turns to Damon.
"What did you need me for?" She asks and Damon motions for them to talk outside the door. She glances at me before heading out of the room with Damon. I sigh aggravated and sit down against the wall, hugging my knees to my chest. When they come back in, I look up at them. Bonnie goes over to the bed and sits down. Damon comes over and holds out a hand. I take it and he smiles at me. I walk over to the bed and sit down in front of Bonnie.
"I want you to close your eyes," she says and I do so, excitement and nervousness tingling inside me. I feel her hands on my face and she starts mumbling something under her breath. I feel a weird warmth in my face, down my arms and back and stomach. I feel my eyelids flutter and then she releases me. "You can open them now," she says and when I do, she gasps.
"What? What is it?" I ask, scared. She shakes her head in awe.
"Unbelievable," she whispers. "Go look in the mirror," she tells me and I get up to do so. "Wait, take off your hoodie first," she says and I comply, taking it off to reveal the dark red tank top I have underneath. I walk over to the mirror and I scream. I feel my face and see the flawless pale skin, feel the creamy texture of it, and I see the long flowing locks of black and red hair. I touch it to make sure it's real and when I find that it is, I scream again, and run to Bonnie, throwing my arms around her neck as tears of joy fall from my eyes.
"Thank you, thank you, and thank you!" I tell her and she hugs me back, laughing. I pull away and wipe away the tears. "I'm myself again. Well, mostly myself again," I tell her and she nods, understanding in her way.
She bids us goodbye and when the door closes behind her, I turn to face Damon. My eyes widen and my jaw hits the floor when I see that he is shirtless. I feel my breathing hitch and when I look up into his mischievous eyes, I walk towards him. He meets me halfway and he strokes my face before kissing me softly. I gasp, not expecting it, and he deepens the kiss, sending me into Oblivion. He pulls away and looks at me. I look down at his lips and back at him, torn between what I want and what is right. He sees the indecision in my face and smiles sadly, stroking my face once more before kissing my forehead.
"I'm going to take a shower," he says turning away. "You're more than welcome to crash here if you wish," he calls back, stepping into the rays of water. I see his naked outline and small tendrils of desire fire through me. But, no matter how much I want him…He's still a vampire and I'm still me.
In the end, I turn and leave the room, hearing the water shut off as I do so. I get as far as the door before I turn and run back into the room, throwing myself at him. He catches me around the waist, his lips finding mine in something akin to desperation. I sigh softly and he pulls me closer to him. Our kiss escalates to levels I never dreamed of. When things get too steamy, I pull away; Damon understands and after a while, knows my limits and doesn't push me beyond them. He pulls away to put on a pair of boxers and pajama shorts before reaching for me again, only this time to lay us on the bed. I realize, belatedly, that I'm still in my ruined clothes. He looks down and smirks, kissing me on the lips before getting up and rummaging through his drawers. He tosses me a shirt and a pair of boxers before motioning to the shower. I smile gratefully at him and give him a peck on the lips as I pass by.
When I get out of the shower, and am dressed, I feel his arms encircle around my waist. He picks me up and carries me to the bed, kissing me the whole while…
When we fall asleep, sometime later, I never realized how good it felt to be held y someone. I didn't have any nightmares.
~3_3~
(TIME SKIP AGAIN…)
THREE YEARS LATER
Dear Diary,
It's been three years since I moved to Mystic Falls. I've given up on searching for Dena, knowing it's a lost cause. It's been a total of 5 years since everything happened. I still think of Shane often, but with whatever happy memories we had.
After about 6 months of living in Mystic Falls, I moved into the Salvatore house. I sleep with Damon in his room. Oh, I also forgot to mention that I'm in love with him. We've both had our share of hurtful memories, but we've healed each other.
Damon, Stefan, Kat, Caroline, Bonnie, Jeremy, and Tyler, and I all hang out whenever we can. We're all in couples too, which is really cool. I'm with Damon, Stefan's with Kat, Caroline's with Tyler, and Bonnie's with Jeremy. We all have such great fun when we're together, that the darkness of midnight hardly seems dim anymore.
I feel like something is coming, I just don't know what. Bonnie says it's the witch in me that's got my 6th sense kicking in. Tyler says it's the wolf in me, letting me know when someone's encroaching on my territory. And Damon says it's the vampire in me, that I'm clairvoyant. Jeremy and Kat say it's just my human gut feeling…
I should explain. I found out about two years ago that the reason why I never felt human was because I'm not exactly human. I'm a hybrid, and a rare one at that. I'm the last of my kind. Damon says that means that not only does he have the most beautiful girl in the world, but he also has the most unique.
God, how I love him. He's my cranky, impulsive, sexy, amazing vampire and I couldn't be happier. Well, maybe if I knew where Dena was…
(End Entry)
I sigh, reading the last line. And shaking my head, I close my laptop, putting it off to the side and looking up at where Damon is sleeping. I bite my lip as I look at his sculpted abs and his happy trail. Being as quiet as possible, I wait until I'm right next to the bed to jump on it. His eyes shoot open and he grabs my legs, knocking me down. He rolls over so his body is pressed on top of mine and gives me his rakish smile before kissing me, his hand trailing down my side. I shudder helplessly and continue to kiss him, my hands pulling his hair gently.
When we pull apart, I stroke his face softly.
"I love you," I whisper to him and he smiles.
"I love you too," he whispers back and smiles at me, rolling over and pulling me close to him. I cuddle up next to him and kiss his chest. I look at the clock and see that it's almost 2:00am. Damon strokes down my head and down my back, going up and repeating the process. I sigh happily and stroke up and down his chest and stomach. Before long, a drowsy feeling overtakes me and soon we both fall asleep.
And when I dream, it is of a man and a woman coming to Mystic Falls in 6 months. Two witches. But before I can see their faces, the dream fades and soon the dream of Damon and I consummating our love takes over my mind. I can't imagine a better dream…
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