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CHAPTER 8:
The mirror reflected the frame of a woman whose eyes were lost, deep in thought as she mechanically brushed her hair. Lyn still couldn't fathom how things in her life had gotten so complicated. It was falling apart like a card house. Lydia and Arthur's death had set the ball rolling in motion and her arrival in Mystic Falls had only acted as the perfect catalyst.
The sound of the closing door shook her out of her reverie. She could hear the voice of the young teens grow clearer as she descended the stairs into the living room. They suddenly fell silent upon her arrival.
"Hey!" Alec greeted her. "Thought you were at college?" He wasn't aware of the change in her schedule.
"Umm, ya well – I need to be there in two hours or so. Schedule change. Why don't you introduce me to your friends?" She tried to put on her best smile.
"Oh, hey Ms. Klinsman, I'm Caroline." The tall girl with long blond tresses came forward and hugged her almost immediately. From last night's conversation, she figured that she was definitely the one Damon so amusedly called Vampire Barbie. Her temperature was cold, raising goose bumps on her hand. "Sheriff Forbes's daughter, aren't you?" She smiled as Caroline nodded. "It's a pleasure honey. But call me Lyn, Miss Klinsman makes me sound old!" Caroline's face lit up with a bright smile. From her innocent expression, no one would have guessed she wasn't human.
"I'm Jeremy. You've probably met my sister Elena and my Aunt Jenna?" The boy had a charming face, much like Elena's, even the shade of their hair color was the identical. "Hey Jeremy." She flashed her million dollar smile.
"And you must be Bonnie." She looked at the girl who stood on her left, who was keenly staring at her, analytical. Eventually her face broke into a smile. "That will be me, yes." Bonnie gave Lyn a gentle hug and suddenly felt a jolt of unexpected impulse run up her spine. So she hadn't been wrong. There was definitely something far too potent about her.
"So what are you guys up to?" She asked casually. "Oh nothing much really. We thought we'd just catch up. It's been a while." Alec shrugged. Lyn decided to leave them by themselves. "Let me know if you guys want anything." She called out as she headed towards the kitchen.
"Okay. So are we ready?" Bonnie held an expectant look on her face as Alec nodded, doubt apparent on his.
It didn't take Lyn a second glance to know Alec was lying. His expressions were perfectly smooth and had she not known him better, she would have missed the way his voice cracked slightly. She tried to fish through his thoughts without much avail. She found him thinking of the latest episode of CSI. It didn't worry her, she'd pry it out of him sooner or later, anyway.
Greta's fiery eyes snapped open. She felt a gruesome pang of pain incarcerate her head. She screamed in pain.
"Are you alright, love?" The tall man with blond hair, standing in front of her enquired, with not a speck of concern colouring his words.
"Make it go." She screamed and wreathed in pain, but he kept staring at her, moving not an inch.
After what seemed like hours, Greta finally breathed a sigh of relief, exhausted, she collapsed to the ground, not having the energy to so much as blink. "Is she dead?" The warlock asked in disbelief seeing the lifeless body of Greta Martin.
"Oh she cannot die else the purpose would be defeated, won't it?" The blond haired man smiled wickedly. "She'll be fine." He walked away with effortless grace.
It was hours before Greta finally came back to consciousness. She abruptly sat up. "What happened?" she looked around confused. "You my dear, hold the answer to that question." The same smooth voice spoke from behind her. She instantly turned around to meet his blue eyes, his scent too enthralling. "Elena Gilbert." She smirked. A small furrow creased the man's forehead. "That is the name of your doppelganger." His facial expressions suddenly changed to a more staid one. "Are you sure?"
"Positive." She confirmed before giving away the bad news, "Getting to her will be tough. Seems like some witch is working her magic up her. I can't see very clearly." She sounded distressed.
"Then try harder my dear." The man smiled challengingly. "And I want my backup in place, love."
Elijah watched with great interest as the young woman exited the door of the community college and headed towards the parking lot. It was about time he made his presence felt.
"Miss Klinsman." His tenor was warm and friendly but face, expressionless. He had an aura of superiority and confidence so strong that his words called for Lyn's urgent attention and she stopped in her tracks as if being struck by a bolt of lightning.
"Mr. Smith." She stammered a while, carefully composing herself quickly.
"Perhaps we could have a little walk?" he offered her his hand. Lyn tried to comprehend Elijah's sudden interest in her. She quickly thought of a convenient excuse, "I'm sorry Mr. Smith, I'm afraid I can't provide you with much of the town's history. I just moved in here a few weeks ago." Her tight lipped smile however wasn't convincing enough to stop Elijah. He stepped closer, "You want to come for a walk with me." His steely grip on her arm bothered her as much as it hurt her skin. She jerked away from him. "No, I'm not." She revolted.
Elijah's eyebrows arched with surprise. "You're immune to my compulsion which makes me wonder… what are you?" His fingers once again made contact with her skin as he skimmed them on her jaw line. She immediately grabbed it, a small jolt of fire charring his cold hand. He jerked it away, flexing his jaw – clearly annoyed.
"Stay away from me." She said menacingly, not bringing the desired effect on the original's face but enough to make him step away. Throughout the journey home, her hands trembled on the steering wheel of her car. She didn't know what was coming her way and it wasn't a very good feeling.
She parked in front of her house and leaned her head on the head rest, closing her eyes to breathe.
"Klaus. You need to see this." A girl with wheatish complexion chimed.
"What is this, my dear?" The voice was smooth, almost lyrical.
"I can't determine. The power she channels is beyond my comprehension."They were seeing her.
Lyn's eyes snapped open. She had never dreamt of things in her sleep before. These visions, this ability wasn't one she had ever acquired which could mean only one thing – the presence of one another, just like them – a mutant. Her eyes searched for an unfamiliar figure, but without any success.
Carefully, she maneuvered her way into the house looking out for the stranger. She could hear the rattling of utensils at a resonating frequency.
Alec!
She ran into the dining room to find Alec demonstrating his ability in front of Bonnie, Jeremy and Caroline. "Alec!" she screamed, shocked. "What do you think you're doing?" the utensils stopped rattling and the burn marks on his skin healed quickly.
"It's okay. They know." He explained, crossing from the other side of the room to where she was standing. "They know everything Lyn, I've lived with them all my life, before you got here. They know." He held her by her shoulder as a chill ran down her spine. Her shoulders slumped and she let out a shaky breath that she didn't know she was holding.
"We all have our secrets to keep." Bonnie smiled at her reassuringly with a hand on her shoulder. She nodded with a tired smile. "Its… just been a long day. I'll…" she noticed Amy's absence. "Where is Amy?" she looked around.
"Uh, she was in her room last I checked." Alec's wasn't too certain. Lyn flew up the stairs as fast as she could and pushed open the door to Amy's room. Much to her shock, she found the room empty, the curtains of the window flying in the soft breeze.
"Amy?" She called out. She wasn't in the bathroom either. Alec hadn't found her in the other rooms on the first level either. A wave of helplessness and fear engulfed her. She couldn't fathom where Amy would be. Hot tears rushed down her face. Nothing seemed to be going right. The day just kept getting worse.
Even after twenty minutes Amy was nowhere in sight. Frantic, she started calling Amy's friends enquiring if she was with them but it didn't seem so. She had almost lost all hope. She sat down on the couch, hands placed on either side of her head, unable to think what her next action would be. She had to find her niece, but how?
It was time to resort to her last reliable source. She made her way to the kitchen to grab the phone but just as she was about to call Sheriff Forbes, she heard the familiar voice of a little girl's giggles and a man's comfortable laughter. She rushed outside and the sight drained all the blood from her face.
Elijah held Amy's little fingers in his hands while her other hand played with his hair. She noticed Lyn standing at the door of the backyard and ran towards her.
"Aunt Lyn, look – I made a new friend." She jumped in excitement and ran to hug her. Lyn held Amy close as she gave Elijah an icy glare. He simply smirked, triumphant.
"Sweetheart, why don't you go inside." She stroked the child's hair, her tone oddly somber and poised. Amy looked at her aunt with doubtful eyes. "It'll be a minute, I promise."
"I didn't expect an original to stoop down to that level." She said forebodingly as she walked closer to him. Elijah admired her bravado and was incredulous that she was actually challenging an original little aware of his power. "I was merely trying to acquaint myself with your family Ms. Klinsman." He emphasized on the unnecessary formality.
"Oh knock it off." She snapped. "My family should be none of your business. I have told you once and I'll say it one last time. Stay away." All her poise and calm were now replaced by pure fury. Elijah could feel the heat radiating from her toned body, enjoying the warmth as much as he hated her lack of respect for him. She however wasn't sure if she would be able to control her actions any longer and so she stalked off into her safe haven.
The muscles on Elijah's jaws flexed. It wasn't a wound he would close without reprisal. He watched her retreating form and the way she slammed the door shut behind her. It was humiliating. He would have his revenge – in time.
Okay, so is Elijah bad or good? :P
I love messing around with her sometimes! Really :D LOL.
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