Extra early chapter because of a lot of inspiration. Hope you all enjoy. I have also made a polyvore account for the different outfits I describe under the name moondustglow. I have also left the link for Charlotte's outfit at the party on here as well.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the material pertaining to The Vampire Diaries. That all belongs to the rightful owners.
*I have used a little bit of the dialogue from Episode 1: Pilot.
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School was the same boring and mindless task as it had been the previous day. Mr. Tanner's class, however, proved to be quite the show though.
The history teacher, as I came to learn, was, well, an arse. A complete and utter arse. And it only made sense for our vampire hero to fly to the rescue of our damsel in distress.
"The Battle of Willow Creek took place right at the end of the Civil War in our very own Mystic Falls. How many casualties resulted in this battle?" Mr. Tanner asked, wandering around the front of the room while the rest of the class fell asleep at their desks.
"Ms. Bennett?" Mr. Tanner asked. I turned my head to watch her response as she stumbled over her words.
"Um, a lot? I'm not sure. Like, a whole lot," she answered causing a few snickers here and there. Now, come one Bonnie, don't stoop yourself to the unintelligent responses your peers would give.
Mr. Tanner scoffed, not at all amused, "Cute becomes dumb in an instant, Ms. Bennett," he scolded and Bonnie's smile slipped off her face as she burned red with embarrassment. Mr. Tanner looked around the room for his next victim, landing on Matt's uninterested face.
"Mr. Donovan, would you like to take this opportunity to overcome your embedded jock stereotype?"
"You know Mr. Tanner? I'm cool with it," Matt evaded the question. Mr. Tanner finally rested his accusatory eyes onto Elena as she bit her pencil in anxiety.
"What about you Elena? Surely you would be able to enlighten us about one of the town's most historic events? You're family was involved," he questioned. Elena looked up, lost for all the world, and shook her head, replying, "I-I'm sorry. I don't know,". Mr. Tanner tsked and shook his head in disappointment.
"I was willing to be lenient last year for obvious reasons, Elena, but the personal excuses ended with summer break," Mr. Tanner condescended. Elena's face fell with the reminder of her parents. I sent her a sympathetic look and glared at Mr. Tanner. Utter arshole.
"There were 346 casualties, unless you're counting local civilians," Stefan called out, bringing Mr. Tanner's attention to him. The teacher looked at Stefan, impressed, stating, "That is correct. Mr…?"
"Salvatore," Stefan answered. Mr. Tanner looked impressed again.
"Salvatore. Any relation to the original settlers here at Mystic Falls?" He asked, maintaining eye contact with Stefan who replied, "Distant,". Distant my arse. I'm 99.99999% positive that one of those "original settlers" was sitting in this very classroom. And from the amusement in Stefan's eyes, he was.
"Well very good. Except, of course, there were no civilian casualties in this battle," Mr. Tanner lectured. I smirked. Best not to play the knowledge game with the man who lived during this very battle. Hell, Stefan probably fought in this battle.
"Actually, there were 27, sir. Confederate soldiers, they fired on a church, believing it to be housing weapons inside. They were wrong. It was a night of great loss," Stefan corrected, looking Mr. Tanner straight in the eye. My smirk widened at the response.
"The founder's archives are, uh, stored in civil hall if you'd like to brush up on your facts, Mr. Tanner," Stefan finished. A mic drop moment happened in my head. The rest of the class gawked at Stefan's cheek and Elena's mouth dropped open in shock. Mr. Tanner leveled Stefan with an even stare before humming slightly to himself, dismissing the class. I looked over and could see Stefan smiling to himself, helping Elena gather her things.
Maybe not all vampires were bad.
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When I walked home again that day, I kept an extra eye on the cemetery as I passed but reveled in the peace that came with living in a small town. London was always so busy and so full of supernatural creatures that it became hard to keep up with all the activity. Here, in Mystic Falls, all that remained was a very nice and friendly vampire and a witch who had no idea she even was a witch. It was...nice to not have an agenda everyday.
Walking up the path to my house, I eyed the Kia parked in the driveway with suspicion. I unlocked the door and called out, "Alistair? Are you home?" Alistair usually didn't come home from whatever job he did when we moved until late at night after he'd gathered all the data he could.
"Yeah! I'm in the kitchen!" He called back. The smell of dinner wafted over my senses and I inhaled deeply. If there was one thing Alistair was perfection at. It was cooking. I walked through the swinging door to the door, pausing at the sight of Alistair flitting around the kitchen busily.
"What is going on?" I looked around the kitchen, noticing all the remaining moving boxes had been unpacked. The kitchen was a bright and warm yellow, reflecting light even with the muddy clouds hanging low in the sky. On the island sat two plates with identical servings of a roast beef dish with homemade gravy and a serving of Yorkshire Pudding.
"I figured we needed the annual welcome dinner we have every time we moved sooner or later. Work at the department has been full so I haven't had the time but the sheriff let me off for today. Now sit down and eat up," Alistair explained. It was our tradition to have a "comfort food" of sorts whenever we moved. The "comfort food" being Alistair's cooking ability paired with my...parents...homemade recipe of Yorkshire Pudding. We only ever ate it when we moved as to remind ourselves of our true home. Each other.
No matter where we moved we always had each other.
The fact that I had forgotten the only thing I looked forward to after we moved was shocking in itself.
"Right. Sorry my mind's been all jumbled up lately with school and worrying over the situation," I explained. Alistair looked up from his cooking, skeptical of my reasoning.
"You forgot, didn't you?" He deduced. I cursed inwardly. I smacked a hand to my forehead and started towards the island.
"I didn't forget, there's just been a lot on my mind, you know? There's something off about this town. Especially by the cemetery," I confessed, tired of the rebellious act of keeping secrets. Alistair was my rock. He understood everything.
"I thought you said nothing suspicious happened," he accused, putting the towel he was drying the counter with into the sink. I winced and rubbed at the back of my neck.
"Well, I might have been holding out on you a little bit," I said sheepishly. He turned a heavy glare my way, making me shrink at its magnitude.
"What do you mean you've been holding out on me?" he growled. I gulped at his tone and hurried to give an explanation.
"I wanted to wait until I was positive about what I was sensing. The locket lowers the magnitude of my power, you know," I half-lied. My locket did lower the strength of my sensing, as was its job, but that hadn't been the reason for my tight lips on the matter. Somehow, Alistair knew that too.
"Oh really? Is that really it, Charlotte? You know how I feel about keeping secrets from each other," he half-yelled. I winced at my full name coming from his mouth, as he only said it when he was especially angry, but my face grew hot at his response.
"Don't even start with secrets Alistair. You don't tell me anything! Ever! I need the information you have about what is going on if I can even begin to tell you anything! You need to trust me too," I exclaimed. I knew I was being petty by not telling Alistair about Stefan or the presence in the cemetery, but I wanted answers too and I'd be damned if Alistair got answers from me and I got nothing in return.
Alistair pinched the bridge of his nose in exhaustion and looked back up, "I do trust you, Char. But I want to keep you safe. Level fives are rare and valuable. I don't want you caught up in this," he explained. I walked closer to the island where Al was leaning against.
"You can't protect me forever. This is what my kind does. We are drawn to the paranormal just as they are drawn to us. It's a fact of nature. And you can't fight nature," I stated, standing a few feet away.
"Doesn't mean I won't try," he muttered weakly, pressing his thumb and forefinger to his eyes. I pulled his arms away from his face and walked into his arms.
"Just trust me, okay? I know what I'm doing and I trust the sensing. It knows what's dangerous and what's not," I whispered into his grey t-shirt. His arms wrapped around my waist and his head planted itself on top of mine as he breathed in deeply.
"Could you at least tell me what happened?" he asked. I contemplated the thought. Al knowing about Stefan could turn to two ways. Bad or very, very bad. But having him know would also relieve me of the guilt that keeping it inside had created as well as provide an extra mind and set of eyes on the case. I nodded my head and motioned towards the cooling dinner.
"How about over our family dinner, yeah?" I asked. He chuckled lightly into my ear, pushing back stray strands hair, hands lingering on the white lines that marred my face. I grabbed my plate as he grabbed his and we made our way to the newly opened dining table.
"Start talking," he stated bluntly. No more sensitive Al then. I sighed before digging into the roast beef, dipping the meat in the family gravy recipe.
"There's one at the school," I started, wanting to get the basics out. Alistair's head snapped up, eyes blazing.
"What?" he seethed. I quickly moved to defend myself, my hands in the air.
"Would you let me explain?" Al nodded his head gruffly, turning to eat more of his meal, "There was one at school but he was a student. And his aura was...different," I explained. Alistair stopped his eating and turned to me, his eyes mocking.
"Ooh, he's different, is he? He's not a terrible creature because he's a student there, right? Jesus, Char, you can be so naive at times," he shook his head in slight disappointment. My face turned red in anger at his accusation.
"I'm serious Alistair. He's not like normal vampires. His aura was weaker and the foreboding feeling I get around vampires wasn't there. He is different," I tried to convey the feelings I got from Stefan earlier today and yesterday. Never was there a time in his presence that I felt threatened. My sensing abilities would have alerted me immediately. Stefan gave off a calm and soothing aura despite his vampire status.
"Are you even hearing yourself? A vampire being kind?!" He exclaimed. I shook my head at the lack of understanding he was offering to me. Though Alistair was 3 years older, I was more powerful in this type of work.
"Don't forget yourself, Alistair. I know what I felt. Have I ever been wrong before?" I asked coldly.
"I just don't want you overestimating yourself like last time," my eyes snapped over to his at this statement.
"That was an accident. A mistake that I made when I was too young to understand my ability," I muttered, surprised and quite upset that Alistair would bring that night up. He seemed to remember what he said and where we were because the bitterness in his eyes lightened slightly as he dropped his head into his hands, sighing.
"I'm sorry. I just want you to use caution. We've barely been here a week and we don't know much about the town or the people in it," Al explained. I reached a hand over the table, rubbing one of his arms as his eyes locked onto mine.
"I have been using caution. But this one is different. I could sense it immediately. He isn't here to hurt anyone," I said, watching Al's eyes tighten slightly.
"Just be careful. I don't know how many times I have to say it but I don't want to lose you," he exhaled, his hands digging into his long hair.
"I have been careful. My shields have been searching the perimeter wherever I walked. Which brings us to our next problem," I knew that explosive Alistair would be making an appearance again after this information was revealed.
"What problem?" he asked skeptically. I sighed and prepared myself for the fury.
"There is a dark energy in Mystic Falls. It isn't the student though. Yesterday when I was walking home from school I passed by the cemetery," I paused letting Al soak up the beginning of the story before continuing, "The entire area was bathed in fog and the energy around it was nearly black," Al's head snapped up at this and his eyes blazed with fury.
"And what's your reason for not telling about this one?!" He yelled. I looked around sheepishly, ready to give my useless excuse.
"I was really mad that you didn't tell me what you were doing or discovering so I wanted to keep a secret from you," the room became silent as Alistair stared at me blankly. The silence was cut by his groan of annoyance.
"Sometimes I forget that you can be as rebellious and idiotic as normal teenagers," he muttered to himself. I chuckled nervously as his brain worked through the information I gave.
"And you're positive that this isn't the vampire from your school?" he asked. I shook my head 'no' and moved to eat more of my dinner.
"It was a dark presence but there was some light in it. I don't know what it was doing there but I've been watching out for anything similar all day. Nothing's come up," I explained. Alistair nodded his head and turned to glare at me.
"You will be telling me everything that you sense from now on," he demanded. I nodded my head and waved my fork at him, continuing to eat.
"I'm serious Charlotte. I can't keep an eye on you like I used to. There's too much for me to do in this town," Alistair said. I found it extremely ironic that Alistair had more time to watch over me in a city like London then he did in the small town of Mystic Falls.
"I get it. I was just annoyed with you yesterday so I withheld information," I shrugged and laughed at his mutter of 'teenagers' under his breath.
"So what is this friendly vampire's name?" he asked. I looked up to see him observing me intently. Scoffing, I went back to eating the Yorkshire Pudding.
"What, so that you and your vampire hunting police department can go and pull him out of school and burn him at a stake? Yeah okay," I said sarcastically. I knew what Alistair was here for. He was here to take care of the supernatural problems by request of the council of Mystic Falls. The parts I didn't know were how much this town knew and what Alistair was being so secretive about.
"We wouldn't burn him at the stake, Char," he tried convincing me. I laughed mockingly and moved to wash my dishes in the sink.
"I'm sure you wouldn't, Al. What other reason would you have to know the name of the vampire who goes to my school? Are you going to invite him for tea and scones?" I asked, my back to Al. Before Al could reply and try to get Stefan's name out of me, I finished the dishes and turned the conversation around.
"I'm going to a party by the way," casually blunt always did the trick in my experience.
"What?!" he shouted. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the dishes to put them in the dishwasher.
"Is that the only word you have the capability of saying? Have your senses been so completely blown out that you can't understand a word I'm saying. I'll help you out. I. Am. Going. To. A. Party. To-night," I dragged out, watching a red flush of irritance bloom on his face.
"You are not going to a party. Not after what you've told me," he finalized. I laughed at his attempt to be my dad.
"I am going to a party because I need to get more information. You can galavant with the sheriff all you want but that doesn't mean I'm not about to do some investigating myself. If you didn't want me involved you should have left me six years ago," I reminded him. His face fell slightly before his posture admitted defeat.
"You aren't staying late," was all he said before he left the room, his half eaten dinner going cold at the table. A feeling of utter remorse filled through my bones. This night should have been a friendly and nostalgic one. Not a night filled with yelling and hateful words. It was low of me to mention six years ago just as it was low of him to mention that night.
The taste of my family's homemade dinner suddenly left a bitter taste in my mouth.
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I didn't see Alistair when I went upstairs to change so I assumed he was locked away in his room, occupying his mind with the town's supernatural residents. I looked at his door for a solid five seconds before giving up and making my way to the other side of the hall where my room resided.
I didn't care much for my room, it was a pretty blue cover and the dark wood floors contrasted nicely with my white dresser but the walls were nearly bare save for a navy woven tapestry Alistair bought me for my 15th birthday. Boxes still littered the floor and my bookcase but all of my essentials were put away.
I moved to my dresser and stripped my hands of my gloves, glancing at the pale appendages. Sensitives were most "sensitive" with their hands as it was the part of the body that touched nearly anything. Hence, gloves. It was always amusing to watch people gawk at the gloves I wore in the summer heat.
I looked cautiously around the furniture and tentatively reached a hand out to the wood. Immediately I was filled with the smell of wood and a factory before the sensation ran out quickly. Alistair always made sure our furniture was made by a specific company so that the sensations we felt were limited when we touched it with our bare hands. I pulled open the drawer and spotted a pair of light washed jeans. I dug around a bit more and fell across a frayed red and black flannel. My eyes watered slightly at the sight of the shirt. It had been my mother's. I was almost tempted to reach out and touch it just to feel her again through my abilities but resisted the urge.
I had thought about the past enough for today.
Instead, I reached for an over-sized forest green sweater and a pair of baby blue ankle socks with a white lace design around the ankle. I pulled the outfit on, tucking the sweater into my jeans. I tugged the grey socks on before pairing them with a pair of old, leather Martins. Next were my gloves, a thin pair of black lace whose material was thick enough to be protective but still feel lightweight.
My locket, as always, was wrapped around my neck as my hands reached for a black bomber jacket. I turned to the mirror hanging on my wall and fussed with the mess that was my hair. Though it looked silver in the light, the setting sun revealed the true color to be a very light blonde, another trait us Sensitives had. Very strange hair. It made us more vulnerable to the paranormal. Al's hair, for instance, was such a dark black that it could almost resemble a navy blue. Such features didn't exactly make it easy for us to blend in.
I didn't bother with much makeup other than a touch up of mascara and some blush for my cheeks. I was a pale bitch. I popped my contacts out, they had been a bother all day, and propped a pair of round lenses of on the bridge of my nose instead.
To compensate for the over observant powers that Sensitives had, we each had our own faults when it came to our five senses. Mine being my sight. Nature was all about balance so while I excelled at touch sensory feelings, my vision was slightly impaired. The opposite could be said for Al whose vision was immaculate in comparison to his sense of touch. We weren't at all slouches in the departments that made us weaker, we were still better than any normal human, but it became helpful to have as many Sensitives on your side as you could to combat each other's weakness.
Thinking about Al only brought on more guilt at our argument in the kitchen so, checking the time on the clock near my bed, I decided it would be a good time to head out. I grabbed my leather bag and walked towards the stairs. Pausing by Alistair's door, I listened for any movement in the room. When I heard none I walked to a window at the other end of the hallway and saw the Kia absent in the driveway. Disappointed that I hadn't been able to apologize before I left, I walked down the stairs and to the door, ready to head straight into the hell that was a teenage party.
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Finding the party hadn't been that hard. With the location Bonnie gave me and the fact that music was pounding and people were yelling, it wasn't too hard to guess that this was it. Walking up to the party was a another type of awkward. I hadn't made it my mission to get to know my peers very well and I was paying for it now. Everyone was looking at me with curious and accusatory eyes, judging me from the crown of my head to the leaves underneath my leather shoes. I turned away from them, determined to find either Bonnie, Elena, or Stefan, seeing as how they were the only people I had remote contact with. Caroline hated me so that was out of the question.
I did end up finding Bonnie, who seemed to be in a deep set of horror and confusion. I started towards her and she jumped in fright when I stepped in her vision, cutting off her train of thought.
"Charlotte, holy shit you scared me," Bonnie breathed/laughed. I smiled at her and gestured towards the party.
"Seems like a real good time," I remarked. We both looked around at the teenagers either getting completely drunk or hooking up near the treeline. We both looked at each other in disgust and laughed.
"Well what do you expect from a town who rarely sees any activity at all," Bonnie joked. I nodded my head in agreement as we started to walk around the groups of teenagers. We passed by a cooler and Bonnie jokingly offered me a beer. I laughed and accepted the drink, scoffing at the weak flavor.
"This is what you Americans call beer? Come to Europe and then talk to me about alcohol," I commented. Bonnie smiled and we both chinked our bottles together.
"So what's it like in England? Why did you move here?" Bonnie asked. I recalled the story Alistair made up and decided to flourish it out a bit more.
"My brother and I lived in London for awhile. It's really busy and rainy. Ugh it always rained," I laughed to which Bonnie joined, "But it was nice. I liked the city because it was always different every day. There were always new people walking the streets and nothing ever happened twice. I liked the diversity," I explained. Bonnie sobered up slightly and looked thoughtful.
"You must hate it here then, right? Nothing ever happens. We carry through our monotonous routine everyday," she said. I thought about it for a moment and realized that I didn't hate Mystic Falls as much as I thought I did.
"No, I don't hate it. It's just a bit of a change from the city to the small town. But it's a nice change. Routine isn't always bad. It's relaxing and calm. Living in London was almost too crazy sometimes," and it was. What I liked about Mystic Falls was that everyone had a routine and everyone seemed content with it despite the repetitiveness.
"What about your sc-"
"Hey Bonnie!"Matt called as Bonnie turned her head in response and waved to the blonde.
"Do you want to…?" she offered. I knew now that I needed to become more involved with school and having social life so I nodded my head and followed her up the hill towards the lake. I breathed a sigh of relief when Bonnie seemed to forget the question she was about to ask. The question about the scars. Matt was talking to a somewhat irritated Caroline who couldn't keep her eyes off of the bridge running over the lake.
"Hey Bonnie. Charlotte? I didn't know you would be here," Matt commented, taking a sip from his red cup. I smiled and nodded my head towards the party behind us.
"Needed to make friends somehow," I said. Smiling at Caroline when she looked my way. I could tell she wasn't as bitter as before but she didn't seem interested in talking to me.
"We were just talking about Charlotte's life in England," Bonnie started, gathering Matt's attention as he too seemed fixated on the bridge that Caroline was staring at.
"England? Really?" he asked, genuinely shocked. Caroline scoffed and finally turned her head towards the group.
"Really Matt? She literally has an accent. How is this surprising at all?" Caroline asked. I laughed at her comment and she smiled somewhat hesitantly towards me. Baby steps.
"How is England anyway? I've always wanted to go. I heard London is amazing," Caroline spoke, engaging in conversation with me. Surprised, I sent Bonnie a meaningful look and retold the story I told Bonnie.
"I really loved it there. The shops were amazing. You'd probably love it there," I finished. Caroline seemed quite excited about my shopping stories on the streets of London. I was quite content with continuing to amuse her when a pulse vibrated through the air. I went still and felt my irises expand and glow.
"Charlotte? Are you okay? You're eyes…" Bonnie asked. I quickly placed my gloved hand over my eyes and mocked pain.
"Ah yeah, I think I got something in them. Probably some dirt or something like that. I'll be right back," I lied, feeling the foreboding presence grow stronger and the pain in my head grow a tad deeper.
"Do you need help or..?" Matt offered. I waved my hand in dismissal.
"I'll be alright. Just need some water for this. I'll be back soon," I explained and quickly walked away from the group. I walked towards the party until Bonnie, Matt, and Caroline couldn't see me anymore before veering off into the woods, my gloved fingers clutching my hair. My locket was meant to decrease the amount of pain that came with being a level five Sensitive but after clogging the pendant up without releasing the energy already inside, the effect the necklace should have had was weakening.
I leaned against a tree and listened closely for any cracks in the woods. Steeling myself, I stood from the tree and followed where my instincts were telling me to walk.
Fog. It was everywhere. And in the middle of that fog was a man. My eyes narrowed and my head pounded as the glow in my eyes brightened at the sight of the creature.
Vampire.
He was feeding on a girl, gorging himself on her blood. Quickly and quietly so as not to completely disturb him, I reached into my bag and grasped the thin stake I had kept on my person since I walked into Mystic Falls.
"You're not exactly subtle, are you?" I voiced loud and clear, my awakened power pushing my voice out as strong. The vampire stiffened in his movements and stopped drinking from the girl. He cocked his head to the side and looked over his shoulder at me, his vampire features fading. As the bloody veins disappeared from his cheeks and the red glow around his eyes faded, I could see that the vampire was, annoyingly, handsome. With crystal blue eyes and a marvelous bone structure, I found myself nearly captivated.
Nearly.
"Well lookie what we've got here? A little hero, hm?" he asked sarcastically. I quirked my head at the term 'hero' and smirked lightly.
"Hero seems a bit melodramatic, no?" I asked. The vampire slowly stood up to his full height. Even from the distance I knew he would tower over my 5' frame. Despite that, I refused to be intimidated and tightened my grip on the stake half-hidden by my bag.
"Well it looks to me like you're trying to save the girl, little hero," he mocked, gesturing towards the girl who continued to bleed out onto the forest foliage. I turned my eyes to her, a mistake I didn't realize until too late, as the vampire sped in front of me gripped my neck and slamming me against a nearby tree.
"I do wonder what you're going to do about it. If you can do anything," he mused mockingly. I didn't struggle in his grip as I felt my senses blanket me in a cover of protection. I didn't find it appropriate to reveal this circumstance just yet. The element of surprise was everything.
"I don't like the reveal my secrets all at once," I choked out as his grip tightened. He smiled with a clench of his sharp teeth and brought his face dangerously close to mine.
"I can be...very convincing. You'll find yourself revealing everything to me," he growled running his nose down my neck.
"And after I've finished invading your mind, I'll indulge myself on ripping your pretty little throat out," he threatened, his fangs alarmingly close to the carotid artery.
"I'm sure," I responded as sarcastically as one could when a very strong hand was wrapped around their throat. He chuckled into my neck and pulled back, his sharp eyes connecting with my glowing ones. I watched his pupils dilate widely and felt a strong influence enter my mind, pushing at the barriers I had built in preparation for my encounters with vampires. I winced at his intrusion but otherwise stood strong against the tree the vampire had pinned me against.
"Who are you?" he asked silkily, his eyes penetrating mine. I smirked slightly and tapped the hand that held the stake against my temple. His eyes grew angry and just as he was about to say something that I could only assume would be threatening, someone's yelling brought both of our attentions to the girl laying on the ground. I could hear the vampire grind his fangs before he shoved me into the tree for good measure.
"I'll be seeing you, little girl," he growled before disappearing with a loud swoosh. My back burned where the tree had bit into the skin and I could feel lilac bruises forming on my neck. I blinked profusely before watching as Elena and the moody teenager from the Grill picked up the bleeding girl. I followed behind them closely to find my way back to the party and blended back in with the other teenagers.
"SOMEBODY HELP!" Elena yelled to the crowd, helping the other teenager carry the girl.
"Vicki? Vicki?! What the hell?!" Matt screamed and it was only then that I recognized the similar features between their faces. They were siblings.
"What happened to her?!"
"Somebody, call an ambulance!"
"Everybody back up, give her some space!" a dark haired boy yelled, pushing at the crowd that was closing in.
"It's her neck, something bit her! She's losing a lot of blood!" Elena observed, holding a hand to the girl, Vicki's, neck.
"Vicki, Vicki come on! Look at me…" the voices blended together as they all yelled in panic. My eyes honed in on Stefan as he stared in horror and shock at Vicki's body, catching the eyes of Matt who stiffened in suspicion at Stefan's guilty expression. Stefan noticed and quickly left the scene, making him seem even more guilty.
But I knew who it was that did this.
An ambulance was called and soon the entire area was crawling with police. Vicki was taken into the ambulance which left almost immediately with Matt seated next to her.
With the flood of police officers came Alistair, who was more than willing to play the act of protective older brother.
"Charlotte? Charlotte? Char?" I heard him call. I walked around the group of students and into his line of vision. His eyes immediately picked up my light hair as he came barreling towards me. Unprepared, I was nearly knocked to the ground as he grasped my figure in his arms.
"Jesus, Al, I'm fine-"
"I'm sorry about earlier, okay? I know I was being a dick and I haven't been honest with you and-"
"It's fine, okay? I'm fine," I rubbed at his dark hair as he released a breath of relief.
"Do you get it now? Do you understand how dangerous…?" he trailed off. I sighed and pulled back despite his protests.
"Yes I know, it's dangerous. But that girl getting attacked tonight is only the beginning to a very exciting night," I muttered into his shirt. He stiffened and pulled me away at arm's length observing the bruises darkening around my neck and the slight wince I gave as his hands grazed my back
"Why do you-?"
"Hey Charlotte, Caroline and I were wondering if you wanted to come and get some coffee with us," Bonnie called. I turned my head away from Alistair to the two girls who wanted to leave the party behind them. I smiled and turned to Al in silent question.
He looked at me for a few seconds before sighing in defeat, "You can go but we are having a serious discussion about what happened tonight when you get home," he said sternly though I could see the underlying vulnerability that he held due to tonight's events. I smiled and pulled him down for a hug.
"I'm fine," I assured, still feeling the tension in his muscles. He nodded into my shoulder and let me go.
"Don't be out late," he called, eyes still staring at the bruises on my neck when I turned to follow Bonnie and Caroline. I waved my hand behind me as I approached the two girls. Quickly, before they noticed, I tugged my sweater up to above my collar bone and zipped my jacket halfway as a precaution.
"And who might that be?" Caroline asked, interest obvious in her tone. I rolled my eyes and answered, "That would be the sibling I wish I didn't have to talk to".
"He seemed pretty concerned over you. It was actually really cute," Bonnie commented, watching Alistair's back as he approached the sheriff.
"Yeah, he's the big brother after all. I think the attack really freaked him out," which I'm almost positive it did. Especially after the argument we had before I left.
"Enough with the sad shit. Let's go get some coffee. I call shotgun!" Caroline ordered, dragging us to Bonnie's car. We both laughed at her antics and followed her to the vehicle, seatbelting ourselves in, and heading to the Grill.
The Grill was nearly empty as we sat down at a table, silence taking over as the events of the night suddenly weighed on our minds. I looked around for a waiter and couldn't find any, probably because it was past 9pm.
"I'm gonna go and find a waiter. Do you guys want anything?" I offered, ready to give Bonnie and Caroline the time they needed to talk.
"I'll have a coffee," Caroline answered. Bonnie nodded for the same thing and the moment I left the table, Caroline was already leaning over and whispering incessantly into Bonnie. I turned to the bar and order the drinks, the two coffees for Bonnie and Caroline and a cup of Earl Grey tea for myself. With the drinks on a serving plate, I turned back towards our table but stopped at the cooling sensation in my eyes and the pounding of my head. I stiffened and looked in the corner of my left eye to the vampire sitting across from our table.
He hadn't seemed to notice me and was instead having an intense stare with Caroline who would do anything to eat up the attention he seemed to be giving her. Feeling ill at the thought of the innocent girl becoming trapped in his web, I put the server on the table and dug through my bag for the extra vial of vervain. I dumped the contents into what was now Caroline's drink and turned back towards our table, ignoring the daggers being glared into my person as I approached.
"Here you go," I dropped the mug with the vervain to Caroline and then gave Bonnie her mug. Both thanked me and turned towards their drinks. I casually looked over Caroline's head to the vampire's and caught him staring at me, his head quirked in an amused way. I narrowed my eyes at him as I felt the amber irises glow slightly in warning. He frowned and gestured towards Caroline, licking his fangs only for my view. I purposely turned away from him and looked back at the girls, sipping from my tea.
"This was certainly one hell of a way to kick off the new year, huh?" I asked, using Bonnie's words about the party from the previous night. Both laughed nervously and as Bonnie and I engaged in conversation about next week's comet sighting, I could see Caroline once more glancing at the vampire.
Said vampire darted his eyes to mine for a breath of a millisecond before smirking at the naive blonde, inclining his head in her direction.
Yes. It was certainly one hell of a night.
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So yeah. This chapter was actually the longest piece of writing that I have ever done at 15 pages. I was planning on ending it earlier but the more I wrote the less likely it seemed that I would be able to stop. I started this chapter at around 1 pm today and haven't really stopped since. I'm feeling extra inspired and have so many ideas. Hope you all enjoyed. Thank you to all the favorites/follows/reviews they make me feel so inspired to keep writing. (I also couldn't help myself by inserting a Black Butler reference at the end *insert sweatdrop*)
Have a wonderful night/day/afternoon:)
Moondust Glow.