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A/N: I started this story six months ago and I lost it when I redid my computer soooo yea here is chapter three!
Chapter Three
After spending most of last night plotting, I finally went to sleep around 4am. If I didn't absolutely have to go to school today, I wouldn't even be up now-considering it was 10am and I had already missed my first two classes of today, but I had to make fourth hour for a huge biology test that I couldn't afford to miss if I wanted to keep my scholarship to the college two cities over.
Groaning, I sat up from my bed and grabbed a random t-shirt and jeans and just threw my hair into a bun. I wasn't even going to bother with contacts today. Screw trying at all, I'll just war flip flops and call myself perfect. I snorted, everyone probably wondered how me and Elena were even related by now.
Oh well I liked it better that way, but sometimes I missed how close we used to be; then I remembered that she threw all that away when she decided to be associated with bloodsuckers.
Elena was the reason so many of those bastards were coming back to this town. I was well aware of a vampire named Katherine Pierce-and that Elena could pass for her double, but I knew more than Elena did about her, like how she was also our great great great, etc, grandmother. Elena was a weak copy of someone who had been stronger and a goddess among women. Katherine had been able to manipulate and get what she wanted from anyone, and I respected that more than I was comfortable admitting.
I walked out the door to my home and started my long trek to the school. It'd take me about twenty minutes to get there, so during that time I continued comparing Elena to Katherine. Katherine may seem like the biggest psycho on the planet, but she only did what she had to, to survive. Elena's motives for going against her were selfish, and proved that she wasn't the martyr she claimed to be. I was aware that there was an original named Klaus, someone they probably have never heard of yet, but if Elena keeps on making herself on the front page of Vampire News Week then it will only be a matter of time before that asshole shows up. That's something I am not looking forward to, because he has been rumored to be a mass murderer if even one person tries to cross him-that person will not be me.
If Elena wants to die so bad she should just keep on the way she's going. Some part of me believes that my sister wants to be like those leeches, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disgusted by that. I wish I was wrong, but why else would she date a vampire? She has to realize that if she doesn't join him as a walking corpse, that she will age and he never will. It wouldn't work.
The school loomed before me and something about the atmosphere today seemed darker, heavy. Something was going to happen, and I didn't know what. Some part of me wondered for a second, but then I cut that thought off before it got started. I refused to get involved. It wasn't my business, I wasn't a supernatural being, and I wasn't a lover of leeches, and I wasn't a witch, so I didn't belong in that world. I forced myself to keep going and I walked through the doors to the office and smiled sweetly at Mrs. Peterson.
"Sorry I'm late, I overslept."
Mrs. Peterson smiled back at me and chuckled. "Stay up late studying, hun? You need to make sure you get enough rest. You don't want to ruin that scholarship by missing school."
No kidding. "I know, I'm sorry." I watched her draw me up an excused slip to hand to my teacher and I walked out. That poor woman doesn't even realize the danger that she is in just by existing in this town. No one except the founding families had any idea that anything was wrong here, and it angered me that they thought they could handle it on their own. They couldn't even identify one if it was right in front of them. Hell, Damon Salvatore was on the bloody council for fuck's sake. They thought they were safe in the daylight, and anyone with half a brain could tell you that all creatures find ways to evolve to their surroundings. I knew, for example, that the reason Stefan and Damon were able to walk around as they do was because of those family crest rings they wore. Lapis Lazuli stones-ironically the color of my eyes-spelled so they could pose as humans.
I brushed my hair out of my eyes and braced myself for the bell to ring. It was 11 and time for fourth hour and I was headed to biology. I didn't want to think about Elena and her 'friends' anymore. I should've been focused on where I was going, because I ran straight into Caroline, a newborn. Great just what I needed.
Caroline turned to glare and possibly shout at whoever dared run into her, but when she seen it was me she broke out into a smile. "Ronnie! Hey! How have you been? It's been a while since I've seen you outside of class, where were you this morning?" I just stared back at her, and wondered if she really hadn't noticed that I had been avoiding her on purpose. I didn't want to seem too rude, so I answered, choosing my words carefully.
"Sorry, yea I've been fine, but I have to get to biology." With that I walked past her, that was a little ruder than I'd meant to be considering we used to be friends, but I didn't get involved, no matter how much I missed her. Caroline used to be my best friend, but when I walked up on her draining a guy at the carnival, I just snuck back off without being noticed. At first I had been devastated, but there was no point in dwelling and I moved on and started ignoring her calls and texts.
Might seem cold hearted, but at least I had enough of a heart to not turn any of them in to the council to be tortured. I could have, hell I would have if Caroline hadn't been so close to those guys. They were all besties now and I couldn't hurt her like that.
I looked up and seen Alaric walk into my classroom and stared at him incredulously. "Why are you here?" Alaric grinned at me in his kind and knowing way and I resisted the urge to groan.
"Elena asked me to talk to you about why you're so closed off from everyone." I met his gaze with my gold one. When would she learn that she couldn't keep sending her friends to do her dirty work?
"Mr. Saltzman, listen, I appreciate what you are trying to do. You are a good man, but I'm fine. I just decided to focus on school and Elena and her friends seem to be into something I don't want to be involved in, and with all the deaths happening around here, I'd prefer to stay indoors where I'm as close to being safe as possible."
Alaric frowned and ran his hand through his hair, something he seemed to do whenever he was upset or trying to figure out how to approach something. "Veronica," he started slowly. "I don't want to seem like I'm trying to butt into your life, and I know you feel that way right now, but your sister is worried about you. Is there anything you want to say?"
Was this the method he was trying to use? The guilt trip? Really? Well fine, I can turn this on him AND Elena. "Yea, there is." I stated, applauding myself at how cold my voice sounded. "Tell Elena that I said screw off, and that I never want her to speak to me again. If she didn't exist, if she wasn't so selfish, I'd still have my mom and dad. I blame her for everything that happened and I wish like hell we weren't related. Tell her I think she should have died that night on the bridge too, and that me and Jeremy would have been a hell of a lot better off." With that I smiled and changed my tone to one that was bright and happy. "Now Mr. Saltzman, my teacher will be here any minute and I have a test I need to focus on, so is that all?"
Alaric stood up quickly, horror and shock written all over his face. "Ye-yea that's all. I'll leave you to it then." I nodded in satisfaction and started looking over my notes and I pretended to ignore his footsteps leave the classroom. When I was sure he was gone, I put my notes away, and wondered if I came off too harsh. No, because if I wasn't cruel enough then she would just keep trying and I don't want to make up with her. If vampires were the cancer in this town then she was like the nuclear power plant in Chernobyl. She would burn this town to the ground, regardless if she meant to or not and I was not going down with them.
My teacher chose this moment to walk in, a trail of students following behind her asking questions about their study guides before the test. Once this was over I only had three more classes and this day would be over.
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After school, I wanted nothing more than to just go home and get ready for bed. I wasn't feeling too well and I just wanted to lie down, but yet again the fates had other plans for me this evening. I was pushed into the wall from the side and I turned to see Caroline looking at me with pure anger glowing in her eyes.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! First you abandon all your friends and now you are being really mean to Elena! How could you say those things?" So Alaric had delivered my message like a good man. Perfect, it was better to be hated than to be dragged into this crowd.
"What's wrong with me is that fact that you people seem to think you can butt into my life, change my way of thinking just by pushing me, picking a fight. You are such an Elena groupie, Caroline, that's probably the reason you got yourself into this mess. Now move before you make me do something I might regret." I was stronger than most humans, I didn't know why, but I just was, and I was pretty positive I could handle Caroline.
She scoffed and pushed me again. "You've become a real bitch. You need to get over yourself and apologize to Elena and-" I punched her in the face, knocking her back into the lockers behind her. I couldn't believe her nerve. Granted Caroline had always been the in your face type, but before she was turned she had never, ever, talked to me like I was a child and she wasn't about to start now, especially since I was just making choices to keep myself out of trouble.
Caroline stared up at me from the ground, looking like she couldn't believe that I'd just touched her. "Oh get up, you'll be fine. Don't get in my face again, or I'll be a REAL bitch. I'm not someone you can push around, you knew that so I don't know why you tried. I'm going home."
I picked up my bag and left the school. I knew she'd be telling everyone about my little speech and I knew it was a matter of time before someone came up to me asking questions not related to Elena.
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Elena was bawling when Caroline told her what Veronica said. When did her sister start to hate her so much? Stefan held her and tried to comfort her with his words, but Damon just stood by the window with a thoughtful expression on his face. No human would be able to hit a newborn vamp hard enough to knock them off their feet. "Caroline." She looked at him, still obviously upset. "What all do you think is strange about our dear Veronica?"
Caroline thought for a moment. "Nothing really. She's always been tough and pretty darn stubborn-" with a quick glance in Elena's direction she picked out her next words carefully. "She will definitely come around though…the only thing that gets me is that she told me that hanging around Elena is what got me in this mess. I don't know what she meant by that exactly."
Stefan glared at Damon, before focusing back on Caroline. "She told me she believes we are all partiers and drug users."
"So she told you! Brother, come on now, you know she knows, I know she knows, and anyone that believes that she honestly doesn't know is obviously suffering severe brain damage-no offence Elena."
Caroline looked between them confused. "Wait-you mean Ronnie knows about vampires?" Damon scoffed, and Stefan held up his hand.
"We don't know for sure, Caroline. Damon is getting ahead of himself-"
"Oh we will see, brother. The girl will crack and spill what she knows soon enough."
Elena finally spoke up, her voice shaking. "Should we even bother anymore, guys? It's obvious she wants nothing to do with any of us." Stefan rubbed her back soothingly and Caroline rushed over and hugged her friend. Damon rolled his eyes at her dramatics, ignoring the feelings of pain he had when she was hurting.
"I want to know just how much she knows. We can't have her endangering us and have her run her mouth to the council first chance she gets when she doesn't get the puppy she wants for her birthday! You may be willing to give up and leave all this to me, but I assure you that by the time I'm done with her she will be lucky to remember her own name!" With that he walked out of the house, he was done dealing with teens and their angst. At least when he was turned he was well out of that stage.
Stefan looked at Elena who was oddly silent. "What's wrong?"
She looked up at him, and bit her lip. "I don't know if Veronica has been taking her vervain…but maybe it's for the best. Maybe if Damon makes her forget about all of this, this vampire business, she will forgive me and start talking to me again."
Caroline and Stefan shared a look, Stefan's pity and her own horror. "But Elena, Stefan just said that we don't know for sure if she even knows about us."
Elena shrugged. "Then maybe he can make her forget why she hates me." She looked between them and smiled. "I can't take losing anyone else. I need my sister back."
Stefan smiled at her sadly and just brought her to his chest, hugging her like he knew she needed, and he just shared a look with Caroline, neither of them knowing how to get through to Elena. How could they tell her how messed up she sounded, when they knew how much she'd lost in just a year's time?
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I sighed and put down my pen. I had just finished writing another entry in my journal and placed it back in its spot underneath the loose floorboard. I opened my curtains and stared out on the street beneath me as joggers passed by, and I wondered what it would be like to be that oblivious. I had stopped taking the vervain Elena had been feeding me, it started to taste terrible, and I had started to have a mild allergic reaction to it. Something was happening to me, changing. I couldn't control my anger like I used to-like when I punched Caroline earlier.
I'd never been physical before and I'd never desired to bring someone pain-but when I saw what I did to Caroline earlier, all I wanted was to-to destroy her. She had crossed me and I couldn't stand that feeling. I felt like I was above her and I'd never felt that way about anything before in my life. I was disgusted by vampires that much was true, but I had never viewed myself superior to them. Why was I feeling this way? What the hell was happening to me?
"Confused, aren't you?" That voice. I froze and let out a short breath of air.
"Damon. So nice of you to just pop up, uninvited. Again." I turned to look at him, letting my annoyed feelings towards him show on my face.
He smirked and just stepped into my room and started looking at the pictures around my mirror, pictures from a happier time. "Oh don't act like you aren't happy to see me, honey. You know you missed me."
I snorted. "Hardly. What do I owe this, pleasure?"
Damon picked up one of the pictures of me and Elena when we were ten and he held it up. "You two were cute. Don't you miss being 'besties' with her?"
I rolled my eyes and snatched the picture from him and placed it back where it belonged.
"All best friends drift apart at some point, Damon. I'd prefer never to go back to that after everything that has happened."
He made a small noise, and scared me when he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. He looked into my eyes and I noticed something strange was happening with his. Was he trying to-was he trying to compel me? "Tell me what you know about the events in Mystic Falls,"
Oh hell no. I wasn't letting this fly. I slapped him, and he stared at me in confusion. "I don't know who you think you are, but no one touches me like that without my permission. Now leave before you piss me off." Damon stood straight and eyed me.
"You need to tell me what you know."
"I don't have to tell you shit."
"You know the truth of what's going on here."
"Good to know."
Damon scoffed and sat down on my bed and placed his head in his hands. "You are unreasonably stubborn, you know that, right?"
I shrugged and walked to my closet and began to hang up my laundry. "Maybe. I just don't know what you want me to say. You say I know the truth about what's going on around here and that's just assuming that I actually know what the hell you are actually talking about. Are you in on my sister's partying? Is that it?"
He growled in annoyance and glared at me from where he sat. "Why don't you just drop the stupid act already? You know your sister isn't on drugs, and you know that there is danger lurking around every corner, and you know that I could easily break you like a twig."
I walked up to him and leaned over, staring him in the eyes I grinned. "Oh honey, go ahead. Everyone thinks I'm already broken anyway, why not break me for real and make it true?"
Damon zoomed past me and I turned around again to face him. He point a finger at me, proud of himself. "HA!"
I blinked in confusion. "What?"
Damon came over and patted me on my head. "For someone who doesn't know anything you sure don't look surprised about my abilities. Or the fact that I could easily," veins started to appear around his eyes and his fangs extended, "drain you dry."
Why was he doing this? He was blowing my cover. I couldn't fake surprise, I didn't even remember what that really felt like anymore. "I-I-just leave." I stated when I found my voice again. "You have what you want, I acknowledge that you are right, now just go." He paused like he was unsure of something.
I glared at him. "Leave now before I throw you out myself."
"Veronica-"
I picked up my lamp and threw it at him as a distraction and I broke off my desk chair's leg and rammed it through his stomach. "I don't remember ever giving you permission to use my name, Salvatore. When I say leave, I mean leave." He muffled a scream and he pulled it out of his abdomen and stared at it curiously.
"You know," he started slowly, grunting as he stood up, "there's something else I don't understand about you, Gilbert." I smirked when he avoided the use of my first name. Maybe he does have some listening skills.
He leaned against my door frame on his way out and just looked back at me. "You seem human. Your heart beats, you are warm to the touch, but your strength and attitude…that's something else entirely, and I will find out what that something is." He left with those words, and I sank to the floor.
I lost it again. I feel like I'm losing my mind, and I have no one to confide in. Maybe everyone's right about me. I'm broken, I certainly feel that way right now, and empty. I'm alone, I wanted this, but I never really thought I needed anyone. When our parents died, everyone flocked to Elena to see if she was okay, no one noticed her younger sister, the one who never even got to see her parents that night because she was visiting her Uncle John. No one ever asked me if I was okay, it had been all about Elena since the day their parents drove off of Wickery Bridge.
I threw my fists at the wall and started kicking and letting out all my anger. What the hell was wrong with me? I am changing and I don't know how or why or what, but I am changing. I don't know if it's for the better or worse, but I know that the more I change, the more emotions-especially the hatred, the anger-are amplified. I know it sounds crazy, but I know that I'm not normal anymore, I just wish Uncle John was here to explain it. I needed him more than anything right now.
That's when it hit me. I could call him, he'd be here in a flash if I just called him. I took out my cell phone and hit 1 on the speed dial. It rang for a couple of seconds. "Hello? Veronica? What is it?"
"Uncle John?" I let out a sob. "I need your help."
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A/N: And that's it for Chapter Three! Ooh it's getting good! I can't wait to get started on Chapter Four! I'll try to update again tonight or maybe tomorrow. Right now I need to update my South Park story I'm writing for fun. I hope yall enjoy this!
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