I've noticed something about me recently - I jump to the end before all of my questions are answered.
I now knew what a hybrid was, but not what specific kind.
Apparently I'm an Evelenge Hybrid - vampire and witch, but also apparently, I seem to be the only one in existence.
That leads me to another question: What other hybrids are there and what were the ones the witches were talking about?
I wasn't quite sure where I was going, other than back to Mystic Falls. I wasn't sure when I would get there because running seemed too exhilarating, and going back just meant facing problems. It's not like I had fears anymore since I turned my humanity off, and I can't face or confront what I don't have.
I'd stopped off in Chicago. They had a huge fair going on. Many people surrounded food stands, children threw fits when they didn't get lollipops, and teens and old couples kissed on the merry-go-round.
If I could've felt, I'd feel envy of the old couples. They were so happy with not a care in the world, and even though they most likely knew that they weren't going to last much longer on this Earth, they didn't care. They were happy and living each day, holding onto the happy moments.
…And I didn't care one bit.
I didn't realize how long I was staring at the ride until I saw its lights flicker on as the sun set over the horizon, causing a dark blue cast shadows into the sky.
"Are you lost, or just stalling to come home?" a man asked as he approached me and softly took my wrist in his hand.
I was about to…
Well, I couldn't say that I'd have killed him, because there were too many people around, and I couldn't bring my fangs out without everybody noticing.
Instead, I whipped around and glared at him.
I was about to just dismiss him with my hand until I saw who it was.
"Damon?" I said his name in confusion. "What're you doing here?"
"I was stopping through as I headed towards Montana," I said. "I came to get you back, Lucia."
I seethed at him, "You'll never get me back, Little Brother. You dismissed me the moment you saw that I wasn't a normal vampire, and for that, you'll live without a compassionate sister to accept any apology or kind words that you throw out."
"Oh no," he said as he stared at me with wide eyes. "You've turned it off."
I smiled in vain, "You never told me how much nicer it is than being a mope-y vampire who cares."
"No, Lucia!" He said as he grabbed my by the shoulders and met me at eye level. "Please turn it back on. It'll destroy you and any humanity you've ever had."
"So?" I asked casually, and for some reason I wanted Damon to be my guinea pig, so I focused on him.
He let go of my arms and grabbed his head as he fell to the floor in agonizing pain, "Don't migraine me!"
"So you know, then," I said.
"Yes, I know," he said in a hard voice. "If I didn't, I wouldn't come running after you."
"Or I'd be a freak," I mumbled.
Regardless, I let Damon lead me into a small, dark alley where he could talk.
"Tell me what happened," he said.
"Nothing much," I casually spoke. "Just roaming around the Tennessee woods crying until I turned my feelings off. Then, I felt the need to know why I wouldn't burn, so I went to the Montana Mountains and killed some people to know why. Like I said, nothing much."
"Is it there that you found yourself to be an Evelenge?" he asked.
"Yup," I replied. "Isn't it nice to know that I'm not as much of a freak as you thought? You have the same DNA as well. Yours just isn't dominant, so you can't access it. How'd you find out?"
"There's an evil vampire-werewolf hybrid corrupting the town," Damon started. "He said that he was here for the doppelganger's blood - Elena's. He also said that he was looking for werewolves and Evelenge witches. He knew one by the name of Lucia, and he was researching further into them. I guessed it was you."
"What was his name?" I asked.
"It's not important," Damon replied.
"Whatever," I replied. "I'll go back with you, but you need to understand that I didn't miss you."
"Fine," he said, eyes hard.
With that, we ran back to Mystic Falls together.
A/N: Hello Readers! I'm really sorry about the fact that I didn't post this week like I said I was. I feel terrible, but I didn't realize how much I had to do until last minute, and I haven't been able to write. I'm no longer promising that I'll update every day next week, but I'll try my very best to. I hope you all had a Merry Christmas! I kind of think the story will end soon, but it will be a wonderful ending and I've decided to post little one-shots about Lucia and her small adventures after the story. Then, maybe, JUST MAYBE, I'll post a sequel. If you like this story, you may like one of my ORIGINAL stories that's in progress on FictionPress. The homepage link posted on my profile will take you to it! It's called "Jess E Yates, FBI Wife"! =)
