The Salvatore Sister
Chapter Nine – It's A Small World After All
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Vampire Diaries, because if I did I wouldn't be sitting here writing fanfiction. I'd be playing with Sexyhalder. I only own my friend, Amelia Salvatore – but I wish I got her brothers with her.
Dear Diary,
The next thing that I'm going to write you is so completely unbelievable that I have to keep pinching myself to make sure I'm not in the middle of some crazy dream. Okay, here goes. I was just reunited with Damon and Stefan. Yes, Damon as in Damon my twin brother who I thought was dead - and Stefan as in Stefan my little brother who I... also thought was dead. God, we belong on some fucked up episode of 'Jerry Springer'. I honestly don't have words to describe how this feels. Usually I'm pretty decent with words but right now, just no words of any sort of reasonable intelligence are forming in my mind. My hand is shaking as I write this and I'm pretty sure it'll be illegible to anyone but myself (in fact I'm having a hard time reading it too). Never in a million years would I have even began to imagine that my brothers had been turned into vampires, I mean, what are the chances? I think I'm handling myself surprisingly well for my situation; Damon looked like he was about to blow up and Stefan... well, Stefan looked surprisingly calm about it, but I suppose he had a couple of hours to digest the information. They've both grown up so much it scares me. And it also makes me so unbelievably jealous, I'm stuck as a freaking sixteen year old forever. How depressing. I'm just so grateful that I can be given a second chance with my brothers – that I can be with them and make up for the century of time that we should have spent together. I don't know what will happen next for us, but I know that if I have my brothers I will be alright.
But mentioning the word alright, I know one thing that certainly is anything but alright. Slutty-skanky-spoiled-brat-Katherine-Clone-Elena-something and her rude witchy gal pal. I know I have just been reunited with my brothers and shouldn't be acting like Queen Bitch but I can't help myself. She thinks she can use my brothers for her own skanky, little purposes and use her easy, whore body to walk all over them, she has another thing coming. Because I'm not letting no bitch mess with my brothers – Elena, or whatever her name is, will not be getting away with it, not that I'm back in town. It's on bitch.
"Amelia?" I heard the voice of my twin brother interrupt my writing, I looked up at him from where I was sitting on the sofa. He was leaning over my shoulder trying to read what I had written but I snapped the old journal shut before he even had a chance to decipher my untidy scrawl, "God, I haven't seen that thing in a long time."
"Yeah, me either," I sighed, looking down at the bashed and bruised outer skin of my very old diary, the pages were torn and damp in some places but even though it was pretty disgusting and frankly it smelled something awful, I couldn't let it go, it was my confidant, almost my friend.
"I'm sorry you had to be thrown into all this," Damon sighed, taking a seat next to me, "You know; the Mystic Falls soap opera. I wish we could just go off and reconnect and bond or whatever."
"Well, why don't we?" I asked him, "Let's grab Stef and ditch the clone and her side-kick, Sabrina."
Damon chuckled for a split second before his face turned serious again and the only thing he said to that was: "No."
I felt my eyebrows rise practically into my hairline but wasn't given the chance to question him when the lights in the room suddenly dimmed considerably leaving the best source of light the three flickering candles on the table in front of witch-chick. Damon stood up to wander over to watch the little show and offered his hand to me which I gladly took as he helped me to my feet. Damon and I were standing on one side of the witch's table and Stef and clone-whore were at the other side. Elena was glaring at me but looked away immediately as soon as I made eye-contact with her. Hehe.
The witch took a smaller little device out of the pocket-watch looking part and placed it on the wood. Damon and I exchanged sceptical looks before turning our attention back to Bonnie. I mean, I had seen plenty of magic before – particularly from Brianna Bennett (that I had asked Bonnie about) – and I certainly was a believer. But from what Damon had said I wasn't too sure Bonnie was as capable a witch, and if this device was indeed harmful to vampires then we were all well and truly fucked.
The dark haired witch placed both her hands in the air above the miniscule device, her eyes closed, and the invention slowly started to levitate into the air, following her hands. The dimmed lights started to flicker and I found myself looking around in surprise along with the other three spectators. The fire in the underneath the huge, antique fireplace let out a whoosh sound as it suddenly grew much larger, and I could have laughed at the way Elena jumped out of her slutty skin but my smug look quickly turned to a scowl as my baby brother placed comforting hands on her shoulders. The witch gave one last jolt of visible energy before the device fell into her hands, the lights came back on and the fire returned to its original size.
"Done," she stated in a quiet voice.
No one had much to say as Katherine-Clone slowly approached Bonnie and took the device quickly from the witch's hand, inspecting it as if there would be any physical difference.
"Great. Now what?" Damon asked from beside me, looking slightly amused.
"Now we give it to Isobel," Elena said matter-of-factly.
There was a short moment of silence before my twin broke it by saying, "Well let's go then."
The night was pitch black in the town square of Mystic Falls and the cold night air whipped around me. Damon, Stefan and I were lurking behind Elena who had went first to meet this Isobel. We were her back-up apparently. I wonder how my brothers would react if I told them their precious little whore was in more danger around me than around this apparently psycho Isobel – I probably shouldn't, it would probably put a damper on our "reconnecting" and "bonding" like Damon had referred to it earlier. I watched Elena intently as a wind whipped around her and I saw a female figure appear behind her with her back to us – I'm going to take a wild guess that this is Isobel.
"Where's the device?" she asked in a commanding tone and I realised where Elena had gotten it from.
"Where's my brother?" Elena asked in an equally demanding tone and I had to admire the girl for something – she did have guts, I'll give her that.
"This isn't a negotiation," Isobel retorted, "Where's the invention?"
Stefan was looking stony-faced and stiff as he watched the exchange and I knew he was worried about his "girlfriend". What I wasn't expecting was to look to the right of me and see Damon looking exactly the same – stony-faced, stiff and worried. God, help me.
"Where's my brother?" Elena repeated, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Do you really think I came alone?" Isobel asked in a patronising voice and Elena looked over her shoulder. I followed her eyes and saw two figures standing a little away from her, two vampires I presume.
When Elena turned back round to face her birth-mother she repeated what Isobel had said, "Do you really think I came along?"
And in some crazy dramatic fashion I guessed that was our cue to move forward behind the vampire woman, Damon on the right, me in the middle and Stefan on the left. We must look so bad-ass, I joked to myself as we stalked forward, all three of us adorning black leather jackets and similar intimidating looks – to be honest I was more directing my sneer towards Elena. When the vampire woman turned around to look at us and I caught a good look at her face a memory suddenly flew back to me.
North Carolina, 2006
"What the hell do you want to become a vampire for?" I finally snapped at the young (for me anyway) woman who had been following me from the club we had both ended up at earlier that night.
"Do I need a reason?" she asked, looking straight at me with a look I guess she was trying to make intimidating, "It's simple for you, all you have to do is give me some of your blood and I'll take care of the rest."
"I'm not offering a service, honey," I sneered at the desperate, almost begging woman, "So, if I were you I would go home and leave me alone, or you will end up in pieces in a trash can somewhere. I don't play nice."
"You're not going to kill me," the woman replied, both a very brave and very stupid thing to do. Well, I guess I just look like a sixteen year old to her.
"And how do you know that?" I replied teasingly, tilting my head to the side in exaggerated confusion.
"B-Because you haven't yet," she said, "If you were going to kill me at all you would've done it a while ago."
"Maybe you're just lucky that I've already had dinner tonight," I retorted.
I could see the woman visibly gulp and was sure she would turn around and go crawly home with her tail between her legs. I was surprised when I turned to keep walking and I heard her continue to follow me.
"Amelia Salvatore, that's your name isn't it?" the woman started to speak really quickly and I tried to drown her out, "I've researched you. You were born in Mystic Falls, Virginia. I've been there hundreds of times, I've been studying that town. And I read that Amelia Salvatore disappeared in Mystic Falls in 1855. And she's you isn't she? And you had brothers as well, I've read about them: Damon and Stefan, they-"
But I didn't get to find out what my dead brothers were because I turned around and jumped on the unsuspecting woman, I lunged for her throat and took a bite from it, feeling blood trickle down my throat. Once I'd had my supper I let the woman drop to the ground and took a step back from her. I told her. I freaking told her. I took one last look at the crumpled and broken woman, wiping my blood coated lips on the sleeve of my trench coat before turning and walking away from the woman I thought was dead.
Mystic Falls, Present Day
"It's a reunion," Isobel faked to gush happily, "How lovely."
"You were dead," I spat at her and the eyes of my brothers and Elena turned to me in surprise.
"No, I wasn't," Isobel replied, "You shouldn't have left me in the middle of the street, right next to the main road. I was found about two minutes after you strutted off. Forty stitches for my throat, a broken collarbone, a fractured wrist and broken ankle. But I was very much alive."
"What stupid idiot of a vampire did you get to actually change you?" I asked her and I saw an amused smirk make its way onto her face.
"Look to your right," she replied simply and I couldn't help but be confused for a moment before I felt Damon shift uncomfortably beside me.
"Oh, you are shitting me," I spoke my thoughts aloud and turned to Damon with an almost disgusted look on my face.
Isobel laughed without humour, "You know, if you hadn't been a self-absorbed little bitch you would have found your brothers years ago."
"What do you mean?" I asked unsure at the same time I heard Elena exclaim: "brothers?"
"Let me refresh your memory," Isobel said, "When we met three years ago, I was telling you how I knew all about you. And I went to say something about your darling brothers but you know, pride and impulse got in the way on your part and I ended up unconscious on the ground."
"I did warn you," I muttered.
"Wait, brothers?" Elena repeated, "You said brothers?"
"Elena, do you have eyes?" Isobel turned back to her daughter, "Look at them for God's sake."
I saw Elena's eyes dart from one to the other then land on Stefan with a livid glare, he had lied to her. Serves her right for being an attention-seeking whore. I had no idea why Stefan had lied to Elena about me being his older sister, he'll have had his reasons, I told myself as I turned my attention back to Isobel.
"I don't have time for this," Elena snapped, "Where. Is. My. Brother?"
"For God's sakes," Isobel sighed dramatically, "Call home."
"What?"
"Call home, ask to speak to your brother, Jeremy," Isobel said as Elena reached into her pocket for her cell.
"Why did you lie to her about me?" I whispered so low that it would be impossible for anyone to hear but me and my brothers, "About me being your sister?"
"Jeremy?" I heard Elena ask into the phone over where she stood.
"I hadn't told her about you, I hadn't mentioned you," Stefan whispered back, "Neither of us had. I wanted to tell her but now wasn't the time when she's already stressed about Isobel and Jeremy."
"Are you okay?"
"Neither of you guys even mentioned me?" I muttered, "Don't I feel special."
"Don't Amelia," Stefan replied, "We had our reasons for not mentioning you."
My eyes widened at his tone and my mouth snapped shut. No words formed in my mind and I honestly felt tears begin to prick at the back of my eyes, pent up emotions, I reassured myself.
"I'll be home soon, okay?"
"We'll talk later," Stefan hissed so only I could hear.
Elena was now off the phone and was looking at Isobel again, "You were never going to hurt him."
"No, I was going to kill him."
I laughed. And Damon and Stefan both turned to look at me at the exact same moment that it looked almost comical which only made me laugh a bit harder – God, I'm hysterical again.
"Don't look for any redeeming qualities in me," Isobel continued and I tried to calm my laughter, "I don't have any."
"But you took a risk with Damon," Elena retorted, "How did you know he was going to give it to me?"
"Because he's in love with you."
Oh shit. The atmosphere just got so much more awkward than it already was. I looked to my right to see Damon's eyes dart about in a fake innocence and I giggled, but my giggling stopped immediately when I caught my baby brother's expression.
Isobel acted as though what she had said was no news to anyone and reached out her hand, waiting for her daughter to place the invention into her hand. There was a tense pause before Elena took a deep breath and slapped the device into Isobel's waiting hand.
"Thank you," Elena snapped suddenly and even I was a tad confused.
"For what?" Isobel asked before I could.
"For being such a monumental disappointment," Elena replied, her voice thick with emotion, "It keeps the memory of my real mother perfectly intact."
Oh boo hoo, I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes at Elena's melodramatic statement and I was so close to voicing my thoughts out loud.
"Goodbye, Elena," Isobel replied as though Elena hadn't said anything, "As long as you have a Salvatore on each arm you're doomed," I rolled my eyes again, "Katherine was smart. She got out. But we all know that you're not Katherine."
"I don't know, they're both bitches," I murmured to myself and I felt both Damon and Stefan's eyes on me. I instantly regretted saying that aloud.
On that note, Isobel walked around Elena and sauntered away. Stefan was immediately heading towards Elena, ready to engulf her in an embrace. I watched on by Damon's side and noticed how Elena's eyes met Damon's for a second before she shut them and burrowed her head into Stefan's chest. Damon cast one last wistful look at the couple before turning to walk away.
"Let's go, Lia," he murmured and wrapped an arm around me, any signs that he'd been angry at my words gone. I curled my arm around Damon's waist and pulled him closer to me, hoping to offer any sort of sisterly love and comfort.
AUTHOR'S NOTE.
I know this chapter was another short one but I hope you guys prefer the more frequent updates, or would you rather it took me longer to update but gave you longer chapters? Let me know. I got my DVD back so we're good to go, and we're getting into the part where shit is about to go down. And I'm also sorry for the Elena-bashing in this one, but Amelia really can't stand her, and our Lia isn't the nicest of people... And we're going to see a reappearance from our boy Tyler in the upcoming chapters, maybe Amelia will have a change of heart *hint hint*, you never know...
Oh, do I sense some tension between our Salvatores? If Amelia can't keep that gob of hers shut then I can see some trouble a-brewing.
Anyway, I got 15 reviews for the last chapter which I was soooooo happy with, that took us over 100 reviews and I honestly love you guys for it.
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Dobby'sPolkaDottedSocks: First off, love your pen name so much. I'm glad you liked the reunion and I'm hoping this chapter somewhat explains why Stefan lied, it was obviously nothing major and I thought, hey he's a person, he'll lie. But by lying he was trying to protect Elena... It wasn't too important but it's kind of adding to the upcoming Elena/Amelia confrontation that I'm sure people should look forward to - I am. Thank you for commenting on Amelia/Tyler and I'm glad you like the pairing, but the story isn't going to revolve around that, more Damon/Amelia/Stefan sibling love, but you're right, Damon will not be alright with that. Thank you so much sweetheart x
xInsanelySarcastic: Thank you for helping Amelia not shrivel up, haha. And I'm so glad you said Amelia's humor is like Damon's because I've been working so hard to get that right, all of Amelia's character-building for me was focused on getting her to be like Damon. I don't like Elena that much either, for the same reasons you described, I guess some of Amelia's hatred is just representing my own dislike for her haha. I do like Katherine though, she's a bad-ass. Thanks for reviewing chick x
Taylor LaRue: Glad you liked the reunion, I worked pretty hard on it. Damon + speechless doesn't happen often, but you might notice it sometimes in this fic, Amelia gives him a run for his money. I'm sorry you weren't really okay with Stefan lying to Elena and I realise it was slightly OOC but I covered that by making it that Stefan was trying to protect Elena which I hope you got from this story - a further explanation will be when we have our first Salvatore Sibling Talk - one of many. It's all just leading up to a future confrontation between Elena/Amelia and it's all just fuel to the fire. I'm happy you like Amelia hating Elena, I was worried people would be kinda off that 'cause Elena is our heroine but I'm glad you liked it. Thank you so much for reviewing x
Reighn Venhem 33704: Thank you for reviewing. I'm really happy that you thought it was excellent, I love that word! When I see that word in a review my day = made. Anyway, I hope you continue to read and stick with Amelia and I. I guess you'll just have to wait and see, Amelia obviously isn't an Elena fan but she may have to get over herself to help towards the greater good, i.e. killing Klaus - but we all know how that turned out. Or maybe, Amelia will be an even bigger bitch than usual and help Klaus? So many possible outcomes and you'll just have to keep reading. Thanks for reviewing x
Dark-Supernatural-Angel: Hey you! Whenever I write Amelia/Damon scenes I always feel so pressured to write a good twin dynamic for you, and I'm glad you liked the dynamic of the last chapter! I'm happy you liked Amelia not liking Elena and Bonnie, Amelia's a bit of a bitch that way, hehe. And yes, Amelia is too perspective - or maybe she just knows her brothers far too well. Thank you for reviewing sweetie x
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