The Ribbon's Threads

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Note: Hey guys! It's been a while since I've updated...almost two years I think. For that I am so so so sorry! You guys have left me reviews and favorited my story. For that, I am forever grateful. I keep meaning to update but keep forgetting. I forgotten for so long that I'm overwhelmed that the show has already reached its third season and I'm still stuck in season one. Wah. I sincerely apologize. I'll be catching up on the past season one episodes and update as much as I can. Trust me. I have all summer. So for you who have long awaited for this,

Enjoy chapter 10!

Chapter 10- Adjusting

SHAILENE'S POV

For the first time in a long time, I felt comfortably warm. My fingers drifted over soft, silk sheets. This had to be a dream. I opened my eyes. 2010. 146 years. Everything has changed.

Rap. Rap. Rap.

I glance towards the door to see Stefan sheepishly slip through. My sweet Stefan. His hair was shorter and gelled and his clothes consisted of tighter pants and a tight shirt with a jacket that looked like Damon's. Those must really be popular now-a-days.

"Good morning Shailene."

I got up from the bed and swung my legs over the edge.

"I brought you some clothes."

He handed me a handful of soft fabric and smiled.

"Elena will be here soon. She's going to take you around the town and help you buy some new clothes."

I shifted uneasily. Elena. Elena looked exactly like Katherine. The thought of my sister made my blood boil. Feeling my discomfort, Stefan spoke.

"She's nothing like Katherine."

I looked away of the mention of her name.

"Don't worry. I think you both will be able to get along.

I smiled slightly at him and nodded. With that he left me to get dressed. The underwear was easy, but I had a little trouble with the one of the strappy undergarments. I grumbled as one of the straps snapped against my skin and stung. The dress was flowy and simple and only took at least two attempts to put on. I was dreading going shopping now. Opening the door, I heard muffled whispers from downstairs.

"Stefan, I don't know about this."

"Elena, it'll be fine. She just needs a friend right now."

"But, I look like… I look like Katherine." She whispered. "Don't you think you should be with her instead of me?"

It was silent for a moment then she responded again. Stefan was probably trying to guilt her with his soft green eyes.

"Okay. Okay. I can only spend a little time with her. Remember? Trudie?"

"Right. Right. I'll take her off your hands afterwards. I just don't want her here while I deal with Damon."

He stopped as he heard me shuffling down the stairs. He turned swiftly to watch me descend and Elena shuffled uncomfortably. I tried to smile sweetly at her, keeping down the bubbling in my stomach.

"Hello Elena."

She gave a quick smile before it disappeared. "Hi."

She stood there looking everywhere except at me. I couldn't blame her. I was staring at her pretty hard. Stefan cleared his throat and handed Elena a small piece of plastic.

"It's on Damon."

Elena smirked, grabbed the piece of plastic, and kissed Stefan on the cheek before walking out the front door, me trailing behind.

DAMON'S POV

My mind continued to sway along with my body as I drank from one of the random sorority girls I managed to seduce into coming home with me. The lights flicked on, making my eyes clench shut while they tried to adjust. I squinted, looking across the room at a stern looking Stefan.

"No. Buzz kill Bob."

He smirked slightly. "Can we talk?"

"Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of them. They're really good at keeping secrets."

I gave him my usual smirk as the girl in my arms, Amy? Linda? I could really care less, giggled. Stefan continued to stare at me with that same serious look. Sighing annoyingly, I motioned for the girls to sit on the couch.

"Damon-"

"You're worried about me. That's nice. Don't be." I cut him short. "There's no need. I'm fine. I spent the last 145 years with one goal, get into that tomb, and I succeeded. Granted that Katherine wasn't in there to be rescued, but why dwell."

He began asking questions about a woman named Isobel, someone I "supposedly" killed in North Carolina. I would've actually thought about it if it meant shit to me, but right now, not so much meant shit to me.

"You really want to discuss the women in my past right now? Seriously?"

"It's important Damon."

I gripped his shoulder and whispered, "Nothing is important. Not anymore."

"What about Shailene?" That made me stop in my tracks. "Did you forget she was stuck in that tomb while Katherine, her sister, roamed free?"

The thought of sweet, sweet Shailene pissed me off even more. "Like I said before, nothing's important. So she's out. So what? Doesn't mean anything."

"You loved her" I could feel my jaw clench tightly. "I heard you that night Damon."

I slammed the bottle on the table, nearly breaking it into pieces.

"Things have changed, Stefan! I don't give a damn anymore. You know why? Because I have eternity to whatever the hell I want. And I don't want to waste eternity giving a damn about the past."

With that, I stormed out of the room, leaving Stefan to clean up my mess. If I can't get wasted in my own house without Saint Stefan up my ass, I can drown out everything somewhere else.

SHAILENE'S POV

As if the transportation there wasn't scary enough, the fitting and shopping was just excruciating. Elena, basically forgetting the discomfort between us, was dragging me into every clothing place there was in Mystic Falls while pointing out the changes here and there. We had already returned to the transportation she called a "car" to stuff the already full vehicle with more bags of assorted clothes three times. If she wasn't literally dragging me with a full grasp on my wrist everywhere, I would say that Elena's company wasn't actually that dreadful. She was just as beautiful as my sister, but so much more sweeter than Katherine has ever been in her entire existence. Eventually, Elena saw the exhausted look on my face and she gave me an apologetic smile. I rested on the bench as she went off to call Stefan.

"Hello Shailene."

My head snapped to look at the person sitting next to me

"Hello Anabelle. How is your mother adjusting?"

She smiled playfully. "Better than you I see." She looked away to take a quick glance at Elena.

I scoffed and shook my head. She handed me a small piece of paper before getting up quickly.

"Come. Tonight. My mother wants to discuss things with you."

I nodded as the small paper slipped into my hands. Annabelle smiled before disappearing in a blink.

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