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A/N: Snow Silverstone – Emily DiDonato. (Violet Eyes)
Chapter 12:
"Snow, how are you feeling?"
It has been a week since Snow was released from Mystic Falls General. She had invited Logan into Silverstone manor after he had insisted that under no circumstance was she going to stay in the huge manor alone. Damon, Stefan, Elena, Bonnie and Caroline were constant visitors around the clock, all shaken up by her near-death experience and that there was a killer loose in Mystic Falls that wasn't a vampire and apparently had a vendetta against Snow for some unknown reason.
Snow's bed sunk slightly with Logan's weight as he sat by her side and rearranged her into his arms.
"The pain is receding but it's still there when I," she winced with pain and instantly clutched her stomach were the knife was previously plunged, "move."
"Sweetie, how about I give you a small drop of my blood, your wound would heal in an instant and you can enjoy the 50s dance tonight. Damon and I are chaperoning," Logan smiled temptingly; he wanted Snow to enjoy herself and act like the teenager she was supposed to be without death threats hanging over her head. He didn't want her to live in constant fear and to hole herself up in her bedroom and behind closed doors.
Logan and Damon still haven't informed her of how she miraculously got a blood transfusion. Logan decided to postpone sharing the heart-wrenching news. Although Snow would be delighted to find out that her father was actually alive, she would be heartbroken with the fact that Samuel had faked his death and left her to grow up alone in a bitter household ruled by Lucille Silverstone's iron fist.
But oddly enough, there was another happenstance that plagued the vampires of Mystic Falls. Snow was healing at an enhanced pace, it was almost, abnormal. With her blood having no scent, and with her now abnormal recovery, they were in alert trying to figure out what supernatural being Snow could possibly be.
Sheila and Bonnie Bennett vehemently informed them that Snow Silverstone was no witch; and so they were at their wits end with discovering the nature of the peculiarity Snow Silverstone was displaying.
"Uncle Logan, Lucille, Haisley and Paisley are definitely coming back today, there is no way the twins are going to miss a school dance. They aren't going to like your presence around here in the manor," Snow sadly relayed to him.
Logan nodded, "I know. That's why you're sleeping over at my place for the week; I'm just waiting for them to arrive so I can notify Lucille. Now please let me heal you with my blood."
Fat teardrops began leaking down her face, "What if my supposed killer finds me again? I don't want to be a vampire."
Stroking her hair gently, Logan ignored the rage that consumed him at the mention of the loose criminal and focused more on her words, "Snow, a drop of blood will be flushed from your system in a few hours, and besides, I am not letting you out from my sight." Pricking his finger, he allowed a few drops of blood to dribble onto a plastic cup he picked up from her bedside table and handed it over to Snow, "The decision is yours. I won't force you."
Snow eyed the cup contemplatively; the pain was killing her, and even though it was decreasing at a startling pace, Snow wanted to continue onwards with her life. She wanted to get out of bed and enjoy the 50s dance with her friends. Her decision being made, Snow's hand trembled slightly, and she downed the few droplets of Logan's blood. It was instantaneous, she felt the stitches begin to disappear and the agonizing pain decreased tenfold.
A smile broke out on Snow's face and a giggle escaped her lips, "It's gone. I don't, I don't feel pained anymore. Thank you," she threw her hands and wrapped them tightly around Logan's neck, and he gladly reciprocated, his lips lingering at the top of her head as he placed a chaste kiss.
With his vampire hearing, Logan picked up the telling sound of a car approaching the manor and he knew it to be Lucille. Untangling himself from Snow's hold, Logan said, "Pack up a few essentials you may need, I'm going to have a little chat with your stepmother, okay?"
Snow nodded happily, giggling with glee when she found that she could finally walk on her own two feet without experiencing any pain and she dashed around her room, throwing a few spare garments left and right, wanting nothing more than to create a large distance between Lucille and her evil stepsisters.
"Mrs. Silverstone?" Logan called out, inwardly smirking when Lucille's eyes bugged out of place.
"Haisley, Paisley to your rooms," she snapped at her daughters, causing them to groan, complain and grudgingly ascend the staircase with heavy stomps, "How may I help you Mr. Fell?"
"I'm just notifying you that Snow will be staying over at my place this week. She needs assistance with her recovery and I assume you wouldn't waste any time taking care of her," Logan's voice was pleasantly polite, but there was underlying anger seeping in his tone, something that Lucille didn't have a hard time acknowledging.
"I don't understand. Recover from what, exactly?" Lucille asked in confusion, a frown introducing itself on her forehead.
Shaking his head in disapproval, Logan sneered, "While you and your, ah, daughters were out of town, someone stabbed Snow from behind. She is still recovering from surgery and I would feel more comfortable with her in my sight in case she needed aid."
Two brows met Lucille's hairline as she studied Logan Fell, "And what, may I ask is your relation towards my stepdaughter?" she asked in a mixture of haughtiness and curiosity.
"I was best friends with her mother, and an acquaintance of her father. She is a niece to me," Logan briskly informed her just as Snow began dragging an overnight bag down the stairs. Logan raced over to her and gently grabbed the bag from her, placing an arm around her waist.
Lucille glared at both of them with concealed fury, but acted nonchalant. "Snow darling, I feel guilty I wasn't here at your time of need. Do forgive me," Lucille spoke in a deft motherly tone. Snow grimaced, locating the lie but she whispered out, "It's not your fault."
Logan gave Lucille a sinister glare, causing the shrew to fidget uncomfortably, "I want to be included in all affairs of Snow's life. I am here to take care of her now, and I will be monitoring you and your daughters' treatment of her, Lucille."
"Of course, Mr. Fell," Lucille nodded a painful smile forced on her face. Once the door closed behind them, her hands balled up into fists and she stormed into Samuel's office. It seems that now with Logan Fell firmly placed in Snow's life, the game had changed drastically.
It would be difficult for Lucille Silverstone to achieve her goals now, but she was nothing if not ambitious and persistent and she would not fail.
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"Knock, knock," Elena sang. She and Stefan were standing by Logan's house, waiting for Stefan to be invited in by Snow. The witch, who helped Logan out, signed his house under Snow's name for numerable safety reasons and to keep any unwelcome vampires out.
The door opened and Logan beamed at the two of them; Elena actually found herself growing fond of her aunt's ex-boyfriend, and she felt bad that Jenna had moved on with Alaric Saltzman. Logan Fell was currently placed in high regard; he was honorable for taking Snow in, and far away from Lucille and the twins.
"Snow, can you invite Stefan in," Logan called out, and it was only a moment later that Stefan was able to walk over the threshold. Elena made a beeline to Snow's room while Stefan gave the girls privacy and shared a beer with Logan in the living room.
Elena embraced her gentle friend in a hug and wasted no time in explaining everything she had missed out on; she informed her of the vampire that knocked her off the road, going with Damon to Georgia, her being a doppelgänger and lastly, how she was adopted.
Snow made the right sounds during Elena's tale and proved to be an avid listener, her face morphing through many emotions at a speedy rate. "Wow, Lena, that's a lot to take in. So Katherine actually turned out to basically be your identical twin."
Elena glumly nodded, "I'm not happy about it, but Stefan loves me for me, not because I look like her," she defended.
"No doubt about that. I can see it in his eyes whenever he looks at you," Snow beamed excitedly. A frown puckered on her face at an alarming rate, "Do you think the vampire you ran over might be the one that stabbed me?"
"No," Elena vehemently shook her head, "This guy is stalking me, and he called my phone over an hour ago. Besides, a vampire wouldn't stab, and you have no scent. Logan, Stefan, Damon and Sherriff Forbes are quite adamant that it was a human."
"That doesn't make me feel any better," Snow whispered sadly, "I've never hurt anyone before, why would this person try to kill me?" Elena embraced her friend in a suffocating hug, desperately keeping her tears at bay.
"I don't know, Snow, but I promise you we are going to find out. We're all looking into it. We're gonna keep you safe," Elena firmly informed her.
Letting out a barely audible sniff, Snow wiped away her tears and rearranged her tone into one of concern, "How are you feeling now that you found out you're adopted?"
While Elena was updating Snow on all she had missed out on, Logan was confiding in Stefan what he and Damon discovered about the stranger who saved Snow's life.
"Are you sure it was Samuel Silverstone?" Stefan asked hesitantly; with Elena wanting to find her birth parents and now Snow's father miraculously alive, they had a lot on their plates, and they needed to be a hundred percent sure.
"Positive. Stefan, I've witnessed his signature dozens of times, Samuel is alive," Logan sighed forlornly, "Don't ask me how, but he obviously faked his death … now there are two reasons someone would go through that process; either he was in danger, or he didn't want to take care of Snow anymore."
"Or perhaps," Stefan ominously interjected, "Snow's life was in danger and he was left with no choice … it makes sense, I mean, he's presumed dead for eight years and then he all of a sudden barges into town and donates blood to save her life. If he didn't care for Snow, then why bother making the trip back and risk blowing his cover? He knew that people from Mystic Falls would recognize him."
"Why indeed," Logan wondered loudly, his eyes flickering around the room in thought. He abruptly sat up, his face dawning in perplexity, "How did he know Snow was dying? Wherever he was, it definitely wasn't near Mystic Falls –"
"That means Samuel must have been notified the minute she was stabbed," Stefan concluded, his eyes widening in shock and his face drawing in realization.
"I don't know about you Stefan, but I smell a witch," Logan informed him, "How else would he have known?"
"You're right. He must have asked a witch to keep an eye on her. The only witches in Mystic Falls are the Bennett's, but Bonnie is clueless, that leaves Sheila," Stefan hinted. His head was bursting with all the new-found knowledge. What was wrong with parents of Mystic Falls?
"I was hoping to find out more before telling Snow, but I've hit a wall," Logan was obviously frustrated. "I'm going to let her know tomorrow, I want her to enjoy the dance tonight."
A smile flickered on Stefan's face, "You're good to her."
"She's all I have left. Contrary to popular belief, even though I love Jenna, I didn't come back solely for her," Logan confided, a fond smile curling on his lips, "I entrusted Grayson and Miranda to take care of her, but now that they're gone, she needs someone to look after her at least until she's eighteen. I don't trust Lucille."
"Me neither," Stefan grimaced, "From what I've heard, she treats Snow like a servant … I can't believe Samuel married that woman."
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"What's wrong?" Logan asked upon seeing a sad look dominate Snow's features a few hours before the dance.
Snow let out a wet chuckle, "I'm not going tonight. I have nothing to wear." Logan approached her and wiped away her tears with the pads of both thumbs.
"Did you honestly think I would have you attend this dance with nothing to wear?" Logan slyly informed her, a fond smile replacing his frown. Before Snow could process the meaning behind his words, he vampire flashed away from her and back, but when he returned, there were two rectangular boxes in his hands and he laid them down gently on her bed.
A hand covered Snow's mouth in shock as she opened the first box, revealing a beautiful red halter neck skater dress with white polka dots that was knee-length. "Uncle Logan, you didn't have to," her voice came out weak, but she couldn't conceal the gratitude and happiness from her words.
"Snow, I'm here now. I am going to take care of you. That means, if Lucille is not providing you with anything, I am. I want you to quit your job, you have me now," Logan firmly announced, and if it were possible, Snow felt like she was going into cardiac arrest with what he had just sprung on her.
She couldn't believe her ears; there had never been anyone to take care of her, even before her father died, Snow learned to rely on herself. To hear someone relinquishing her of the role she adjusted in, it made her tremble with shock, "I can't ask that from you, you being in my life is more than enough."
Logan shook his head, "I'm offering, nothing would make me happier, Snow, please."
Snow nodded, tears rapidly overflowing as she hugged Logan tightly. She gasped in awe when she opened the other box and found white T-strap wedges with delicate beads cascading down, "Thank you, uncle Logan." Her voice was filled with love, and frankness and she thanked the gods that her mother had a best friend like Logan in her life.
She didn't know how she would have survived this horrible week without him. It was a completely alien feeling for her to have parental guidance, someone that wanted to take care of her with nothing in return. Elena, Bonnie and Caroline were great, and they were her sisters, but they couldn't give her what Logan was freely doling out.
For the first time in Snow's life, she got to experience being dropped off to a high school dance by a parental figure, and her heart swelled, she felt like it would explode with the sheer happiness.
Snow joined Caroline and Bonnie at the edge of the dance floor, smiling fondly when her eyes noted Stefan dipping a giggling Elena in the middle of their dance. Damon abruptly cut short his conversation with Alaric Saltzman when he took note of Logan and made a beeline towards him.
"Heads up, Logan, one of the vampires you told us about will probably show up," Damon told him, keeping a smile plastered on his face for the mass.
Logan's neck cricked, turning to face Damon he rushed out, "Why?" his body tensing until his eyes found its target was safe, Snow.
"This guy took a stalkerish liking to Elena, posed as a pizza delivery guy last night. He's been invited in, so naturally we have to kill him," Damon fumed; these vampires were his competitors into entering the tomb, and he didn't like their presence in Mystic Falls at all, especially now that he managed to sneak his way into the Council.
Logan whistled, forcibly impressed by the vamp, "He gets points for creativity. What?" Logan asked when he found Damon giving him an oddly peculiar look.
Shaking his head, Damon snickered lightly, "I said the same thing when Stefan and Elena told me earlier."
"Logan Fell, I can't believe you stuck around town, I honestly expected you to have ditched by now," Jenna's snide voice spoke at as she approached the two vampires.
Placing a smirk on his face, Logan drawled out, "Jenna, always a pleasure. I came back to take care of Snow, as I'm sure Elena already divulged, she did after all spend the whole afternoon with her in my house."
Damon suppressed his laughter; he knew what Logan was trying to achieve, and honest to god, he liked the newly turned vampire. He was really glad he didn't actually end up permanently terminating his life.
Jenna's jaw dropped, her eyes bulging in shock, "What? No, she, she didn't tell me. Why would Snow and Elena be at your apartment?" she snapped, her face shining with utmost disapproval.
"Snow's spending the week at Logan's," Damon whispered loudly.
"Why?" Jenna glared, "I don't like my niece spending too much time around you."
All decent pretenses vanished from Logan's face as he regarded Jenna coldly, "Tough, Jenna. Snow is under my supervision now. Selene was my best friend as you already know, and she entrusted me to keep her daughter safe. With Grayson and your sister not around anymore, I have already failed. But I'm not leaving Snow in Lucille's evil clutches, so all your problems with me, get over them at least for Snow's sake, if not mine."
Jenna resembled a fish out of water as she opened her mouth, and shut it twice. Swallowing audibly, she nodded and dashed over to Alaric's side. Damon sneaked a peak at Logan, "Smooth. I thought you loved her?"
Logan sighed wistfully, his eyes following Jenna and Alaric's interaction, "I do. But Snow comes first. Jenna has to trust me on her own terms, and if I keep portraying my laidback persona, she never will. She seems happy with the teacher anyway, it's probably for the best. Don't want to stick her with a vampire as a boyfriend."
"The history teacher is suspicious. For some reason I don't trust the guy," Damon confided, his eyes burning holes into Alaric's backside.
"One problem at a time tough guy; we already have three vampires on the loose, one of which takes pride in stalking Elena, a killer after Snow and her father mysteriously being alive. Let's not add Jenna's new love interest to the increasingly stacking pile of problems we already have," Logan warned him, his tone adopting a plea somewhere along the way.
All of a sudden, Stefan's looming form collided with them, his face a frantic mess, and his next words, chilled Logan to the bone, "Elena and Snow are missing and the vampire is here, he made his move and managed tricked me."
"Let's go," Damon snarled.
While Damon and Logan were chatting, a few minutes before Stefan interrupted them with the dire news of their disappearance; Elena and Snow were running down the hallway trying to locate a safe place to barricade themselves in from Elena's vampire stalker.
A scream erupted from Snow's mouth when she found Elena hurled across a table, and fear settled in her insides; a defenseless prey to the dangerous predator.
Her hands tingled with pain when Elena shoved a bunch of pencils into the vampire's hand. Desperately searching for a way to come to Elena's aid since the vampire seemed to be ignoring her presence in the room, she grabbed the mop from the bucket and threw it over to Elena who deftly caught it and tried breaking it in half with her thigh.
Just as she thrust it toward the vampire, he grabbed her wrist and went for her neck.
"Elena!" Snow shrieked. She jumped in her place when firm hands enveloped her waist and she breathed a sigh of relief when the owner turned out to be Logan. Stefan ripped the vampire from Elena's person onto the floor. He was surrounded on all sides and he glared upwards at the door as Damon made his entrance.
"Hey, dickhead. Nobody wants to kill you. We just wanna talk," Damon lied covertly. But the vampire was too cocky, and he merely smiled before rushing back towards Elena. Rolling his eyes at the vampire's foolishness, Damon threw over a stake and Stefan caught it, staking the vampire in the stomach and causing him to groan, falling down on his knees.
Snow winced, hiding the slither of pain she felt. Just as quick as the ache came, it went and they all approached the vampire; it was time for an interrogation.
"Now you feel like talkin'?" Stefan snapped. The vampire merely cursed him, causing Stefan to dig the stake deeper, eliciting a grunt of pain, "Why are you doing this?"
"What do you want from Elena?" Logan asked, taking over the interrogation with the nameless vampire.
Fuming, he spat out in defeat, "She looks like Katherine."
Logan was already up to speed with Elena being Katherine's doppelgänger and the one that turned Damon and Stefan back in 1864; the three vampires and two humans traded stupefied looks, not expecting the vampire's answer in the slightest.
"You knew Katherine?" Damon demanded.
Chuckling, the vampire mocked him, "Oh. You thought you were the only ones. You don't even remember me."
Damon gave Logan a covert questioning look, who returned it with a subtle nod. That was all Damon needed to know – he was one of the vampires that Logan informed him were trying to get into the tomb. Leaning forward, Damon asked, "Tell me how to get into the tomb?"
It took a lot of persuasion, and inflicting a lot of pain; the vampire was loyal to whoever he was working with, and he only confided that they had to check the grimoire, and its location was in Jonathan Gilbert's journal. Stefan ended up staking him in the heart; Snow hid the wince of agonizing pain as Elena gasped.
"What do we … how are we gonna find the others now?"
"He had to die," Damon simply said.
Snow's face morphed to sorrow, "But –"
"Snow, Elena, he was invited in. There was no other choice," Logan said in a soft tone; he noticed Snow's winces that she clandestinely tried to hide, but he waited for her to reveal the reason on her own time.
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"You idiot! Good for nothing useless, failure!"
"What are you on about," a man growled on the phone, leaning backwards on the futon in a darkened room.
"Snow Silverstone is alive. You failed!"
"What? She's supposed to be dead," the man gaped in shock.
"Well she's not. I hired you to kill her you moron!"
"I emptied the hospital of all the blood bags as a backup plan, there's no fucking way she could have survived," the man denied.
"SHE'S ALIVE! She must have some damn guardian angel on her side. You better think of a smarter plan, I want her dead, and soon."
"Okay, okay. I'll kill her, relax."
"This is your last chance," the voice snarled before hanging up the line.
Growling, the man threw the phone on the opposite wall and began forming another murder plot, one that he was positive Snow Silverstone wouldn't be able to walk away from alive.
A/N: How did you like this chapter? I wanted to finally show Snow/Logan bonding time … I don't know about you guys, but I always loved Logan and I think he fits in well with the Salvatores.
What do you think about the plot revolving around Snow?
R&R.