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Chapter 4
"Hey, I brought your stuff." Bonnie smiled, she was accompanied by Caroline who gave a small wave.
"Thanks!" I took the duffle bag, "Well, wanna come in?"
Caroline brushed passed me, hurrying to find the source of the delicious scent. Bonnie hesitated.
"You coming in?"
"No, I think I'll just head back home, Grams is coming over soon." I nodded, giving her a quick hug before she hurried away, seemingly more comfortable the farther she got from the house. I turned, closing the door before heading to the kitchen. I found Damon chatting with the Care as they munched on fruit and beacon.
"Is Stefan not here?" Caroline asked. I looked at Damon.
"Uh, no. He had some stuff to do. He's out of town for the weekend." Damon replied smoothly, but hoped I was the only one who caught how fake that sounded.
"Huh, he didn't say anything to me" her voice was laced with skepticism, "I'll just ask him about it when he gets back" she shrugged. Turned out, Damon Salvatore was an excellent cook. The girls feasted on a giant and very delicious breakfast before Caroline decided to take off. Having things to do.
"Wow, so that's Caroline. Stefan's girlfriend?"
"Yep. She's a bit overbearing and control freakish, but she's a sweetheart deep down." A quiet spell settled over the house as I helped Damon clean up and do the dishes, neither one of us looking at each other.
"I've got to go out. Feel free to look around" He smirked, remembering yesterday. I rolled my eyes. He grabbed his keys, coat and left, closing the door softly behind him. As soon as he was gone I decided what I was going to go find out more about 'Kathrine'. I scooted off the kitchen counter, making my way up the stairs quietly. Not really sure why I was sneaking, I was home alone.
I reached the landing, and moved to open Stefan's door. It was locked. I tried it again, still locked. I smirked, Damon didn't want me in there, too bad he didn't know me very well. I slid a bobby pin out of my hair, shaping it the way I wanted it before inserting it into the lock. Slight pressure, turn left, harder right, aaannnnd, click! I was in.
I pushed the door open, everything appeared to be exactly the same. I walked up to the desk, scanning the room half expecting Damon to jump out and scare me. There it was, exactly where I'd left it. The girl in the photograph starred eerily back at me.
"Who are you?" I whispered, almost expecting a reply. She looked so lifelike. I flipped the phot over, inspecting the back again hoping for some new insight as to who she was, and why Stefan had a picture of her. Nothing. No little clue. Nothing.
"I don't know what I was expecting" The room suddenly seemed too quiet, my voice barely more than a whisper. I returned the photo to where I'd originally found it, and turned to the many books and journals. Seeing that they each had a date, I found the one match the date below the picture. 1864.
Flipping it open, I found Stefan's neat squished handwriting covering page after page. I flipped through until I came upon a entry that was titled by her name.
"Kathrine, September 26, 1864
The most wonderful thing happened this morning, I met the most charming girl. Her name was Kathrine. She was a orphan from Spain, who had just moved here with her loyal maid Emily. She passed by very briefly but our eyes met, and it was as if sparks flew. How can I be in love with I girl met only today?
I ended up running into her later, after a while of conversation I invited her to come stay at the Salvatore boarding house with me and my brother, Damon. Father wasn't too happy, but he hasn't been happy, not since mother died when Damon and I were just young boys."
I stopped reading. What the hell? Was this some kind of trick? Was this some story that Stefan had written? I closed the journal, and opened the nearest one.
"January 28, 1957
The bloodlust is almost unbearable. I nearly fed again today. Damon says that I need to just embrace it, but I don't want to be like him. He kills with little to no remorse I can't do that. It tears me up inside. Lexi tells me it's going to be ok, that I can pull through this, but I don't believe that either."
I gasped. What the hell kind of twisted shirt was this?! I set the journal back down, and quickly left the room. Locking the door behind me. I suddenly didn't want to be here anymore. I hurried back into Damon's room, grabbing my things, thanking god that I hadn't unpacked anything yet. I shoved them down the stairs, hoping that my friends hadn't packed me anything breakable.
I rushed to the door, pulling open and running into someone on the door stoop.
"Oh my, where are you off to in such a hurry?" A hand reached down to help me up. The lady smiled, but looked a bit confused. She was gorgeous, with long blond hair spilling over her shoulders like a cascading waterfall. Her emerald eyes sparkled with kindness and wisdom. Though she barley looked over 25, she somehow seemed ancient.
"Oh, uh thanks." I smiled back, "I'm just running late, per usual" I laughed, she joined in, she had one of those contagious laughs. After we'd settled down, she glanced into the house, and then at me curiously.
"Do the Salvatore brothers still live here?"
"Uh, yeah. Stefan's out of town, and Damon's who knows where" I rolled my eyes, "I'm Elena"
"Oh, wow. I originally though you were- you just look so much like someone I used to know" She shook her head and smiled, "I'm Lexi." I hailed sharply, causing her to give me a strange look just as Damon pulled up.
