Hell in our Eyes
A Ten Ton Brick is making me sick
Breakin' myboneswith the weight of it
Weight would grow with each new soul
Very fine lines with big black holes
Who am I supposed to be?
Not like you give a fuck about me but
Who am I supposedly?
When I'm finally done
Cause I'm finally done
With the decisions of
My former thoughts and all that I'm made of
Yet I'm finally done with the description, oh
And I don't mind saying
I'm to blame!
When Atlas slipped I lost my grip
Yet I didn't think it could turn into this but
I was told by two sweet crows
Nobody feels what nobody knows and
Who am I supposed to be?
If everything good was taken from me and
Who am I supposedly?
I was overcome
But I'm finally done
With the divisions of
My former thorns with who I may have loved
I'm finally done
With the dissension oh
And I don't mind saying
Don't mind saying
I'm to blame!
Lyrics by Hurt
Chapter 4: Mystic Falls Part II: Brother, Brother
BPOV:
"So, have you found a place to stay yet?" Elena asked, as she brushed back her brown hair. I smiled and shook my head. We had taken Elena's car, though she had volunteered to take me to get mine after she introduced me to Stefan and Damon.
"No, I just got into town today. It's changed so much, yet stayed the same," I said, watching as the houses passed by. She looked at me from her peripheral vision and I wondered just how much she was like Katherine and who's descendant she was. I didn't think she was one of our other sisters. I had kept tabs on all their family, most had died out a century ago. I had not looked into Katherine's family before, it was possible she had married before her death, but I highly doubted it. Elena nodded, as she turned onto a dirt path.
"Maybe, you can stay with Stefan," Elena said, but she seemed hesitant. I raised a eyebrow and then shrugged.
"That would be nice, but if it is uncomfortable with him or you then I can find somewhere else to stay," Elena turned to me and smiled before pulling into a driveway type space and getting out. The house was very similar to what I remembered the Salvatore house looking like a hundred and some years ago, yet it had obviously went under some construction. Not much of any, the layout was mostly the same. I got out behind Elena just as the front door opened and a tall man stepped out. I looked up and my breath caught. He was definitely attractive, and Giuseppe's son. From his green eyes I could tell this was not Damon, but Stefan. Not to mention his lighter brown hair with what seemed like copper highlights was his mother's hair color to a 't'.
"Elena? Who is your friend?" he asked. I noticed he was taller the I originally thought, towering over both Elena and me at 6'2, he was very handsome. Elena moved forward to hug him, kissing him softly on the mouth and I flinched back at the sign of obvious love between the two. It kind of hurt to see two people so in love, like I had once been. Now those memories were clouded over with pain and anger. Yet I still tried to hold onto Edward in my heart, it was getting unbearably easier as the days and hours ticked by.
"Stefan this is my new friend, Kathleena. I think she can help us with Katherine," Elena said as she pulled back and motioned towards Kathleena who smiled at Stefan, holding out her hand.
"Hello, I'm Kathleena Pierce." his eyes widened and I tilted my head to the side and raised a eyebrow. I was smiling in amusement as he looked me over, and then back to my outstretched hand. Elena watched with a bit of worry, biting her lip softly.
"Pierce? Are you working for Katherine?" Stefan asked, as he placed himself in front of Elena more and glaring down at the small woman in front of him. I chuckled looking at him from under my eyelashes. I saw him blink and start to breath heavier. I knew then he had been a victim to the Pierce charm, Katherine had always gotten what she wanted from men with this same look. I looked over at Elena who was looking between us in nervousness and I sighed, looking up at him and pursing my lips.
"Yes, my last name is Pierce. No, Katherine didn't send me. Kat and I haven't exactly talked since the late 1600's. So your Stefan Salvatore? You look just like your father, with your mothers hair," I stated, nodding to myself. He blinked, in shock and disbelief.
"How do you know that, and who is Katherine to you?" he asked again with force though he was no longer glaring.
"Stefan! Stefan stop, Kathleena isn't a threat. She is Katherine's older sister, I thought maybe she could help us get some insight on Katherine. Maybe figure out how I am related to her," Elena said, defending me as she pushed herself in between us. I smiled at my little sisters doppelganger briefly and Stefan calmed down yet looked at me in shock.
"Her sister? I never knew...she never mentioned you," he said, running a hand through his short hair. I chuckled, no she wouldn't have.
"I guess not, me and Katherine haven't really spoken since 1678, we were in Paris. We did run into each other in 1713 but it ended in us trying to kill each other and though we messed each other up pretty badly we both left alive. That was the last time I saw her," I replied. He looked at me in aw and Elena smiled, as she returned to Stefan's side.
"I see, that still doesn't answer how you know what my father looked like," Stefan said, suspicion in his eyes. I smiled. A true Salvatore.
"I moved here in 1839, the same time as your parents. I was here until a year before your were born. I was your mothers best friend, and your fathers friend as well. I took care of Phoebe when she was pregnant with Damon." Stefan's eyes widened and he blinked and walked into the house, calling back for us to follow him inside. I shrugged, following Elena inside thankful Stefan had given me permission. Elena led me to a living room which looked almost exactly the same as a hundred years before. I sat down on a couch and Elena sat beside me, the silence was awkward until suddenly Stefan walked back in with a black book.
It did not take long before I noticed the book was a photo album with the Salvatore family crest on the front in blue and gold. Stefan set it down and pointed out a large picture of could only be me and his parents. Elena gasped, taking in the picture. I took it in as well, I was standing beside Phoebe, who was dressed in what I remembered to be a sky blue dress and white shoes. Her hair was In curls and twisted up on her head, hanging down one side of her neck and shoulder. Her eyes were wide and dark blue, like I remembered Damon to have and her hair was the same brown as Stefan's. Her skin had been a pale olive skin tone, kind of like Elena. My sister had a slightly paler skin tone like me, yet in comparison Katherine had been loads tanner then me.
The man standing beside her with his arm around her waist was tall, about the same height as Stefan and his hair if I remembered right was a rich black. He had on proper cloths for males of that era and his eyes had been emerald green like Stefan's. I was dressed in one of my favorite cream and lace dresses and held a golden fan in one hand open, and a beautiful hat on. I was smiling and my eyes shinned with a elegance and pride breed from royalty and being spoiled Even though I was still that same girl, I was now much more in tune with the fact I was not infallible.
"That is you, isn't it?" Stefan asked, and I chuckled, he knew it was. I nodded.
"Yes, that is me. I didn't think Phoebe or Giuseppe still had these," I said smiling as I stroked the page. I turned it and was surprised to see a picture of me with a little boy sitting in my lap, a book was in my hand. I appeared like I was reading to him, I smiled, the only boy I had only read to as a child had been my own son, and Damon. This could not be my son, and to be honest the boy in the picture looked nothing like what I remembered my son looking like, but he looked exactly like I remembered Damon.
"You said you were Katherine's older sister?" Stefan asked, drawing me from my thoughts. I looked up at him, my eyes light and happy.
"Yep, I am nine years older then her. I was turned at nineteen. Katherine was turned years latter when she was seventeen, so I am only two years older physically. I..umm..I am the one who turned Katherine, in thirteen thirty-four," I explained. I couldn't look him in the eyes as I remembered the day I found her in the outskirts of our hometown in England. It surprised me to find her alone and dying, but it appeared mother had abandoned her when she became sick. Mother was always like that though, looking out for number one, and that was herself.
"So, your the one who turned Katherine?" a deeper voice said from behind me, it was almost more of a statement then a question. I looked to my right, and stood up looking from my peripheral before turning slowly to stare at the doorway where a tall man, with black hair that laid semi-neatly on top his head. His eyes were a darker yet light silvery midnight blue. They were the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, but ones I had seen before. Ones that Phoebe Salvatore had before her death and ones a little boy who would follow me around and hide under my skirts when his tutor would arrive for morning and evening studies. She trailed her eyes over his body, he was dressed in all black which looked right on him, and he was at least 6'3, a inch taller then Stefan. He was fit, and very handsome. She found herself responding to him without her permission, she closed her mouth and licked lips and tried to take her eyes away from him. He had grown up well, and she closed her eyes before taking a breath and opening them again and looking up through eyelashes at him. Tilting her head to the side as she did.
"Hello, Damon. Yes, I did turn Katherine, a long time ago," I said, smiling slightly, trying not to linger at his eyes. They were so deep, so easy to get lost in, I had just lost Edward, I didn't need a new boyfriend. What did it say about me if I did move on this soon? I still loved Edward, I could still feel the hurt when I thought of him, but here was this man, and he was making me forget. I wouldn't use him like that, I wouldn't become Katherine.
"You know my name?" Damon asked, his face almost surprised, but more or so suspicious and confused. I smirked, and walked forward, standing only a few inches in front of him, my hands interlocked behind my back.
"I know a lot about you Damon. I will admit I don't know everything, and things can change since your where six," I said, chuckling at his shocked face. I was about to turn and go back to the couch where Elena and Stefan where watching the interaction between myself and Damon when his warm, but not as warm as a humans, hand shot out and grabbed my upper arm and twisted me around. In the same movement he pulled my body up against his and his other hand trailed over my face, I had to fight to remember to breath, to not get lost in his eyes. My eyes wished to close, my body prayed to press my cheek into his hand but I fought it, glaring up into his blue eyes, a much darker blue then my own, which some could compare to ice.
"Bell?" he asked, a soft whisper which sent chills down my spine. I heard Elena gasp, and sensed Stefan begin to move towards us, I figured to make sure his brother didn't hurt me. I held my hand out behind my back in the sign to convey him to stop. He did, but I could feel it was hesitant and from Damon's amused face I knew I was right. I no sooner jerked back, pulling my face out of his hand and then my arm, moving back away from him and looked at him in a almost emotionless way and nodded. Inside I was happy, I had not expected him to remember me, he was only six when I left and he had to have been twenty-four to twenty-five when turned. Sometimes human memories fade, even for our breed of vampire this was true.
"I'm surprised you remember me." Damon smirked, moving forward as I turned and almost danced out of the way to where Elena sat, and sat on the end of the couch, putting a arm on Elena's arm and smiling at her. She smiled back and scooted closer, as if realizing I was using her as a semi shield. I chuckled, as Stefan looked between me and Damon and then me and Elena.
"I don't, not really. The only memory I have is me running away from a beautiful woman with long waves and curls, and calling the name Bell. I remember asking my mom about it when I was human, she said you where a family friend. I've also seen a few pictures, you look the same, I guess I know why," Damon said, as he looked between Elena and me.
"Damon, Kathleena was just telling us how she was Katherine's older sister," Stefan said and Damon looked at me and blinked.
"Your Katherine's sister?" Damon asked. I nodded and he snorted, shaking his head as he walked over to a chair and plopped down.
"Well, damn!" he said, looking me over. I figured he was trying to see the resemblance between me and Katherine. I raised a eyebrow and tilted my head to the side as if to challenge him. He smirked, his eyes lighting up as he chuckled.
"I see it, It's more in your mannerisms then appearance. Thought it's there as well, so Kathleena...what brings you to Mystic Falls, home of the vampire hunting council?" he joked, a sardonic smile on his face. I laughed, smiling as I ran a hand through my hair.
"It was time for a change. I met another breed of vampire while living with one of my descendants. I thought I found a mate, but it turned out he didn't want me. The family left and I decided enough was enough and came home," I said, trying to explain without giving away all the details. I wasn't ready to revel it all. Elena placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a reassuring squeeze which I returned with a smile. Damon frowned and nodded.
"He was a fool, your definitely something to stay around for." I looked at Damon in surprise and for some reason felt there was a double meaning in his words. Stefan had come back over to stand between the couch and the chair Damon was sitting in.
"Do you need a place to stay?" Stefan asked, I bit my lip and looked down at Elena who gave a a reassuring smile and I nodded.
"Yes, I was going to buy a small house, or hope my old one is still standing. Elena actually suggested this on the way here from the cemetery," I told them. Stefan's head snapped up and he looked at Elena who was biting her lip and had her head lowered. I looked between the two trying to figure out what I had said.
"Elena, what where you doing at the cemetery? You know it's dangerous with Katherine around. What if Kathleen had been Katherine or with Katherine?" I looked at Elena who had looked up at Stefan and with a determined and slightly angry look in her eyes she spoke.
"I was visiting my parents, and Kathleena isn't Katherine or with Katherine. Besides Katherine doesn't want me dead," Elena said and I looked at the scene unfolding. I noticed Damon was just watching with a amused smile on his lips, his finger tapping the leather chair he was in. he caught my look a gave me a breath taking grin. I looked away, a slight blush gracing my cheeks, one of the downsides of having blood running through your veins even as a vampire.
"Not after you! What makes you think that?" Stefan demanded, his voice raising. Elena looked at him in anger now and snapped, her teeth gritted, I could hear the bone grinding together.
"I'm no use to her dead Stefan! I'm the link between you and Damon, if she kills me now you two will fight amongst each other, most likely killing each other in the process. True, I might be in her way, but I'm more use alive then dead. She won't kill me until she knows she has you two with her, forever." by the end of her speech Elena had tears in her eyes and her head lowered. Her voice had gotten smaller and I was proud of her since of deduction. She was absolutely right and it seemed Stefan was just realizing this, and Damon was smiling, nodding to himself.
"I told you, you were more like Katherine then you realized Elena." Stefan took the time to glare at Damon for his words and I chuckled. She sure was, only someone who could think like Katherine would realize what she did and why she did it.
"She right, Katherine always has a strategy. Elena is the key between you two, without her she would have a much harder time getting between you and bringing you to her," I told them and Stefan sighed and moved to pull Elena into his arms. She complied happily, hiding her face in his chest. I sighed, looking away only to catch Damon's eyes in mine.
"I'm sorry Elena, I was just worried. Don't go anywhere alone without letting me know, please?" Stefan asked her. She nodded and I stood up as well.
"Elena, can we go get my car now? I'm tired, I haven't slept in close to two days now," I said, and she pulled back and nodded.
"I'll take you, Kathy," Damon said, adding the nickname most commonly used for Kathleena at the end in a teasing manner, a smirk on his face. I tuned and glared at him, shaking my head.
"No thanks, Elena can take me. And don't call me Kathy." I told him, stressing the word 'don't' to get my point across as I almost stormed out of the house towards Elena's car. Elena kissed Stefan goodbye and Damon chuckled and she followed me out, at least I assumed considering it was what it sounded like as I walked away. I shook my head, I had always figured Damon would be a lot like his mother, sweet and kind, but it seemed he was much different. Not a bad different, but nonetheless different.
"Sorry about Damon, he has a hard time letting go of Katherine," Elena said as we pulled away from the house. I looked at her and sighed.
"What is the story behind the brothers and my sister?" I asked. Elena pursed her lips and shook her head.
"It's a long story, one I think is best told by Stefan or Damon." that was all she said and I didn't press. She was right, I'd have to ask Stefan when got back, or Damon if he was still at the boarding house.
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N/A: Hey, here is part two of chapter three. I hope you all like it. I noticed a lot of you asked why Elena was with Damon and the first time I this it confused me, because she isn't. After the fourth so person I was like, what the fuck? So I went over chapter three again and i realized the way I phrased the sentence may have confused you. I fixed it, no fear, Damon is not with Elena, he will be with Bella. I hope Damon's character makes everyone happy, I have not seen Vampire Diaries on TV yet as I can never find it on at the right times and I haven't read the books yet. My knowledge comes from Wikipedia, and Reading Twilight/VD crossovers. Also I would like to point out something about the scents I gave Katherine and Elena and Tori. It has to do with the meaning of the flowers. The forget-me-not, the and Hydrangea flower...they were all chosen because of what they mean.
The Hydrangea of Katherine's scent means frigidness, and heartlessness.
The Forget-me-not of Elena's scent means true love.
Leena's scent, Freesia means Innocence and Friendship, Jasmines means grace and elegance.
I just thought that was something cool to think about. Anyways check up on my profile for a upcoming link to the trailer for this story. My account ID on Youtube is Bloodlily, if anyone wishes to check out some of my other trailers and things.