Chapter two of the story as I promised. And a lot of thanks to everyone who read it and million times thanks to the amazing guys who left me reviews. Love ya all. Thanks to the guest reader who left me review. I wanted to send a teaser but I couldn't.
So okay Kol is trying to intimidate me in confessing that I don't own vampire diaries and its characters but I don't want to.
Alas he has his aluminum bat (read in his accent) and I can't do anything other than cry my heart out and accept
I DON'T OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES *sob*
So enjoy reading…
Chapter two
They trace my steps as I do theirs,
We are bound together
By more than nightmares,
The battered thoughts that limp in my head,
They are ghosts of past people say,
Sometimes obscene, dark and bloody,
They are my own haunting memories,
They weight me down,
Try to pull me beneath,
A shiver of cold along my skin,
Sometimes in my sleep my body convulses in fear,
I wake up and realize,
My face is wet with tears of terror…..
-Nightmares by Lucifera Santez
She was in love. Well it may sound cheesy and irrational amid in whatever crazy weird thing was going on, but she wanted to shout it from roof tops. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her, he was everything she wanted in the person she chose to spend her life with even though he was a vampire. He was her dream come true. Stefan looked so beautiful when he slept, without the frown of worry marring his brows, without the constant thinking of how to avert a particular disaster.
"You are staring." His smile was evident in his voice.
"I am gazing." She responded.
"It's creepy." She could see the smile blooming on his lips.
"It's romantic." She replied and he buried his head under the pillow.
In the next moment they were kissing, their lips a perfect fit as if they were made for each other and perhaps they were. Maybe gods had fashioned them for each other, halves of a single soul.
But there was someone in her room, someone she knew. She turned and there he was, standing near her window. A tall striking man with burnished sun kissed brunette locks, bottomless dark whiskey eyes and such achingly beautiful face. He was looking at her with wealth of sadness in his eyes.
"Have you forgotten me? Have you forgotten every beat of my heart and yet you remember his?" his voice was a play of warm feelings on her skin.
She couldn't answer him. She remembered him, remembered him pretty well and she had never seen him so sad.
"Answer me, have you forgotten my each breath, my each word?" his voice was shaking from suppressed frustration.
"No" she shouted at him.
"Then why do you remember him but not me? Why? Why do you cry for him but not me? Were my feelings less sincere than his?" his shout reverberated through the emptiness below the cliff they were standing on.
She looked around in astonishment and worry. As far as she could see, they were alone, utterly alone in a world where nothing existed except for his hurt, his sadness, his anger and his weeping love.
"Answer me." He was shaking her.
"You didn't love me. You just loved the idea of loving a face you had loved before. You loved the idea of your previous love with humane qualities." She yelled back, tears of hurt escaping her eyes.
"Did you think that? Did you think I didn't love you? It hurt to see you with him, it hurt so badly and yet I spared him. I could have plunged my hand in his chest any time to rip out his heart and take you away, but I didn't do it. Do you know why? 'Cause I loved you. I loved you with every fiber of my being, every beat of my nonexistent heart. I loved you with every drop of blood that ran in my veins."
She wanted to reassure him, wanted to wrap her arms around him, tell him that in some secret corner of her heart she had loved him too. The crash of her memories came the instant she made the realization.
She saw herself falling, devoid of life and soul, she saw him tearing out the hearts of ones that she called family. She saw how her love burned slowly, his agony surpassing every pain she had ever felt and hatred rose inside her when she saw him taking his brother away, saving him when he had given his word to kill. She saw him as he went on to destroy her world without sparing a glance to her fallen body, he could have saved her and yet he chose to discard her, chose to leave her lover burning near her dead body.
"Love? You call it love? You left me to die; you killed everyone I had ever loved and yet you dare to question why I remember him and not you? You dare to question why I loved him not you?" her voice was dripping with the venom of heart ache.
He flinched.
"He died for me. He died thinking that it was his fault that I was dead. He died thinking ways to save me and he did save me. So you have no right to question why I love him and not you. You have no right to be in my dreams, in my head." She screamed.
There was a subtle shift in his eyes, from sadness they went to calculating gaze of a powerful predator.
"Are you sure you loved him? Then why do you see me in your dreams? Tell me why I am the one whose kisses you carve like breath of life?" he paused, "now I understand, you feel remorse don't you? You feel guilty cause somewhere inside your heart is a small treacherous part that beats only for me. It's like a wound, isn't it? More you try to cut it out, the more it spreads and someday it takes over your heart, someday you forget he ever existed, isn't it?"
"No" she shrieked.
"But that's the truth isn't it? You love me. Despite whatever I have done, whoever I have killed you still love me. I may not be a saint like him, I may not have thought about saving you but still you love me. You don't think about him when you retreat in these dreams with me, you just want the taste of lips that you never had in reality. You want me to beg, grovel and plead for your love like my real self never would. You want me to put you first unlike him. That's why you have created me haven't you sweetheart? That's why I reside in the darkest corners of your soul, corners that aren't filled with guilt of your saintly lover's death, guilt of loving me, guilt of wanting something so dark that good girl part of you would faint if she knew."
His laugh was cold, cruel and heartless like she had never heard in reality yet it was beautiful.
"You want me with a desperation that fills your soul with longing, your lips yearn my kiss, your body aches for my touch, my skin, you want to love me with a frenzy that surpasses your hunger for justice, you want me enough to forget him and that shames you doesn't it? This creeping tendril of darkness scares you. If I put my lips on yours right now, if I pull you into me, you would melt and you know it. You know if I want I could make love to you right now and you won't care what's right and what's wrong."
No words of protest came out from her mouth even when she wanted. She wanted to deny him but she couldn't. What was this spell he had over her? From the moment she had first seen him, she had been oblivious to everything else, everyone else.
"He will never love you, you know. The real me. You would never matter to him, nor do you matter to me. But unlike him I have no honor, no moral code. If you want to feel good, I could kiss you right now and tell you numerous lies to make you feel good, if you wanted I could fuck you here, inside your dreams where no one would know except for you because you have created me. But you know don't you sweetheart that I am nothing like him; I am just warped ideas of him inside your head. Even when you know I make you sick you don't want to banish me. Why is that? I think you know, don't you? You love me, you love me even when I am murderer of your family and friends, and you love me. Don't think that I would be moved by those tears, I am not him and you pretty well know that I will never be him."
He pulled her closer, in his arms, his head bending, sniffing her scent as he had the first time they had met. But this time his fangs descended to pierce her porcelain skin, her blood flowing out from the wound as he lapped it.
"Tell me you love me, even when you know I might kill you, tell me you love me." His voice was a whisper of seduction over her dulled senses.
"I love you Elijah." Her eyes were closed.
"But you love me, don't you remember you love me?" strangled voice of Stefan Salvatore reached her ears, and when she opened her eyes she saw him slowly burning. His half face was ashes and yet his burned half lips kept pleading.
"You love me, you love me, how can you love him?"
"I am so sorry Stefan, I am sorry, I love you Stefan, forgive me, and forgive me." Her litany of forgiveness went unanswered as Stefan Salvatore crumbled in ashes.
"No, please come back Stefan, I love you please Stefan come back, Stefan please." She kept repeating till her voice grew hoarse.
"But you don't love him do you? It's just guilt. Poor him. He died loving you, died to protect you and still you love his murderer not him." Elijah taunted.
"I love him, I love Stefan I don't love you, I love Stefan, Stefan come back please, Stefan I love you, I love you, don't leave me, you can't leave me…."
Somebody shook her breaking the dream that had started as sweet memory but had turned into a nightmare.
"It's okay love, I am here, I am here." The familiar voice of her sister brought her back from the abyss of darkness.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself curled with misery in Verrira's lap.
"You want to tell me what the horrendous dream was about?" her sister asked.
She shook her head.
"All right then, you want something?"
She shook her head again.
Verrira didn't ask anything, she just started to hum a melody she had sung numerous times before. A soothing story of love and happiness.
As her eyes started to droop she thought how lucky she was to have a sister who would do anything for her, even fight the fate. She wanted to fight the sleep that was descending on her. The thought of the returning nightmare chilled her to the core.
"It's okay, go to sleep Nyx, I ain't gonna let nightmares come." Verrira's soothing voice drifted as she slipped in subconscious, a sense of calm and security enveloping her as she fell asleep in her sisters lap…
Marcel Gerard had been cooling his heels from past two hours in this lavish castle, locals called Evyanton Manor. With its turrets and towers, tall grand French windows and intimidating entrance, this place suited to the mystery and allure that was Verrira Evyanton. She was everything Marcel wanted to be. Fearless, powerful and someone who could get whatever they wanted. It was better to be with her than being against her. He still remembered the day she had came to New Orleans….
It was a stormy day unlike any other Marcel had ever seen in all of his existent years. The lightening burned and singed the wind. The furious clash in the nature was something that only happened handful few times and it was worth watching, terrifying but beautiful.
So Marcel was walking the streets taking in the beauty and relishing the precious calm he only got few times a month when he saw her.
His night walkers had surrounded her from everywhere; there were 15 of them, vampires over 200 years and yet she stood as if she owned them, as if they were bothersome flies she could crush any moment she desired.
He was curious and amused, because he could hear her heartbeat from here, a slow normal rhythm as if the situation she was in happened to her all the time.
So he stood in the shadowy corner and watched.
In a blink of his eye all of them were lying on the street as if sleeping.
And she was standing there with a bemused smile on her face.
He couldn't believe it, so he called her out and she laughed. A sound so chilling it gave him shivers.
"Finally I meet their master; it's so incommodious, dealing with minions."
"I don't know how you did that but I am stronger than you human, you can't beat me." He answered back.
She laughed again, shaking with mirth as if she found him amusing.
"Are you insipid human, this is my city? Nobody breaths here without my permission and you have the gall to laugh on me?" he roared.
She kept laughing as if she found this funny as well.
So he had attacked, fueled with rage on this foolish mortal who laughed at the power but she had him by his neck in next instant before he could even get within 5 feet of her.
"You don't attack your opponent when they are laughing with their backs on you. Has nobody taught you how to fight by rules Marcel?" her voice was one of faint amusement and irritation.
"I don't fight by rules human." He answered as he broke free and lunged at her.
"Likewise Marcel, I find them bothersome." She snarled as her hand plunged in his chest gripping his heart.
"What are you? You aren't human." He gasped.
"Fooled by appearances love, I had expected you to be smart. Klaus' protégé I hear?" she asked.
He nodded his head.
"What are you?" he asked again, conscious of her hand squeezing his heart.
"You don't need to know what I am. You only need to know I am not human so don't ever mistake me for one."
And then she kissed him full on mouth, her lips moving over his. Her tongue delved in the warm interiors of his mouth and teased his. For a moment he forgot everything except her and the taste of her lips.
"We will meet again love, and yeah name's Verrira." And she was gone….
The next time he met her when his day walkers had caught two teenagers, a brother and sister whom they had seen with her. The girl looked like Katherine pierce which confirmed his suspicions. There was indeed a Petrova doppelganger.
So he had kept them bound and gagged and it hadn't been half hour when she had come. All five feet nine inches of her gorgeous body clad in skinny white jeans and blood red long sleeved t-shirt. High heeled ruby boots had completed the avenging angel persona.
She walked towards them slowly as if she was coming on dinner. Slow sensuous steps displaying her body to her full advantage.
"I told you not to mistake me for some weak creature didn't I Marcel?" she asked as if she was asking about something trifle.
"So did you honey pie but you see I got real problem with people who try to take over my city. You see, I built this city from scratch and I don't feel okay when somebody comes in my territory trying to take over. So I have got these two here and by the looks of it they matter to you. So swear your loyalty to me or watch them get drained." He answered comfortably.
She stood there a moment and Marcel thought she was going to accept.
"So let me get this, you abduct my siblings and you try to intimidate me to be loyal to you?"
"Yeah, that's pretty much the idea." He smiled.
She stood still, and Marcel had no idea what she was gonna do. And in the brief moment that it took him to decide, most of his day walkers were on the ground, indistinguishable from each other, the grey dust that flew away with wind.
"Nobody, nobody manhandles my siblings." She enunciated each word as she kept tearing his vampires apart one by one as if she was tearing paper for her crafts project, "nobody touches Nyx and Jason and lives to tell the tale."
She had finished most of his vampires who had the unfortunate business of sticking around.
She lifted him by the scruff of his neck, "I have no desire to rule your pathetic kingdom, and so don't try to eliminate me by these pathetic childish attempts because I am that constant part of equation which can never be eliminated. I just want to live here and I have no desire to fight you so I guess you and I exist in mutual peace." She smiled as if such idea was novel for her.
"And one more thing, if you touch my brother and sister again, I will end you."
She untied her siblings, checked them for injury and when she was satisfied they were fine she told them to wait outside.
"So I guess I must take my leave but come to my place tomorrow and we shall discuss the terms of our deal." She started walking outside.
"But you haven't told me where you live." He asked.
"Ask around love, they will show you Evyanton Manor." And with the final sentence she was gone.
The echo of her footsteps brought him back to present. He was really pissed. He had been waiting from past two hours and she hadn't even bothered to send someone to inform him that she would be late.
"I am not your faithful puppy who waits for his master's kind word." He spat.
"You could have left but you are still here so that tells me you need my help." She was amused.
"They are coming."
He didn't need to clarify who they were.
"I assume they have heard about the witches that are plotting against Nicklaus and the Petrova doppelganger lookalike?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"And you have decided to deny when Nicklaus asks for the rein of the city back?"
He nodded.
"And as I correctly recall, you are harboring a harvest witch?"
He nodded again.
"It looks like you really need help Marcel." She said.
Her tone set his teeth on edge.
"It isn't as if their arrival is a problem for me. Your sister won't be safe too."
"I can take care of my siblings; you don't need to worry about them." Her reply was final.
He caught sight of a blonde head as whoever it was leaned against one of the pillars on second floor. And by the look on her face, so did she.
"Are you all right darling one?" she called out.
"She is okay sister; we were going out for a stroll." Her brother answered.
There was something in the way Nikolas held the girls hand as if you would hold some small terrified child, comforting her, protecting her.
"Who is that?" Marcel asked.
"No one of your concern, she is my cousin." Verrira Evyanton's reply was curt.
"You need to tell me anything else?" she asked.
"Yeah, one last matter. The wolves in the bayou, they attacked the school again."
"They have been dealt with. If that's all then I would like to take leave, it's been a long day." She leaned in kissing him.
It was the only aspect he looked forward to when he came here to discuss something with her. The good bye kiss. He knew it wasn't personal, maybe she did say good bye like that, but there was something in the way she kissed him as if he could taste the power running in her veins.
He exited the grand panorama that was Evyanton Manor. It had been here from the day she came in this city, and everybody behaved as if it had always been here.
This grand castle that was fit for kings and emperors housed the enigma that was Verrira Evyanton, something so eternal and existing which always reminded him of creation….
So the originals are coming to New Orleans. What has Verrira planned for them and what is Marcel gonna do when he learns of Hayley and the baby? Should I bring Tyler in it briefly? Review guys and let me know. I will be waiting for the reviews. And guys please it only takes few seconds to review. Please let me know what you think of the story. If I get 10 reviews I am gonna update in three days, two days maximum. Teaser and free hugs from Kol whoever reviews….
