Chapter 13.

Evie sat, leaning against the Wolf, for the remainder of the lunch break. They talked about casual, unimportant things, until they lapsed into a comfortable silence. The pair seemed completely still, except for Evie's fingers softly stroking the Wolf's fur and their chests moving as they breathed. The world around them seemed still, relaxed. However, both knew it would have to end all too soon. The Wolf slowly picked up his head, nudging Evie's legs, who opened her eyes and stretched out. The glint in the Wolf's eyes seemed to be telling Evie to stay calm, to which she smiled reassuringly and stroked the Wolf's fur one last time before walking away from him. The Wolf stilled for a moment, watching the girl walk away. All day he had noticed how tired and ill she looked; a massive part of him worried that it was his fault, that he had pushed things on her too fast. Above everything else, he hoped it was only a headache that weakened her, that it wouldn't deteriorate any further, and that he wouldn't have to go through this painful cycle again.

I walked down the hallway of my school, heading towards the meeting room I had been in many times before. I had already been to my locker to get the forms and letters that I knew I would be asked for. I had also spoken to Elena, who was going to find me after class to give me the notes and homework I would miss. I stopped outside the meeting room and sat down on one of the chairs. I was early. I knew that, I always made a point of being early, and they always seemed to make a point of being late. There were still students walking around; to lockers, to class, to try and ditch. They all barely noticed me; I had gone back to being the invisible girl, the way I liked it. However, Numpty's words came back to me, 'You need to let yourself care about people before you forget how to, before you forget what it's like.' I did care about people. I cared about him, Damon, Elena and Stefan.

I sat for another 10 minutes before they arrived; the social worker, the solicitors and my headmaster. We all walked into the meeting room and sat down, the three of them opposite me. They all got out their papers, as I did the same. I had everything organised for who and when it would be needed. My social worker, Anna, was the first one to look at me.

"Hi, Evangeline. You look much better then the last time I saw you." She said, with a smile.

I hated her calling me Evangeline. My mother was the only one who called me that, I much preferred Evie, which Anna knew. I wasn't sure how to respond to her backhanded compliment, so I just smiled at her and handed her the paper work she wanted. Anna looked through all the paper work I had just given her, adding to her own when necessary, then handed it to the solicitor. It was all done in silence; everyone wore the same stern facial expression, except Anna who wore a stupid smile that was supposed to keep me at ease.

"It seems that everything is in order." Mr Green, the solicitor told me. "There are just a few things that we need to discuss with you, however."

I nodded; there was always something they had to discuss with me.

"The first of which, is you; how are you getting on at school, how are you getting on at home, the offer for us to find you accommodation with a family still stands." Anna continued from Mr Green.

"I'm perfectly fine, Anna. As you can see from my grades, I am still maintaining a B average in my classes; I'm also coping incredibly well with living in my house on my own. I understand that the offer is still there, but once again I'm going to have to refuse you." I replied.

"What about friends?" Anna asked, slyly.

She knew she could always catch me out with that question. I never had any friends in our previous meetings, but now I did. I had Damon, Elena, Stefan and Numpty. They cared about me. I cared about them. We did spend time together. I sighed as I realised that they were definitely my friends, and the danger that that would put them in. Numpty was right though, I had to let myself care about people before I forgot how to. Damon was right as well; he, Elena, and Stefan were all vampires, they were harder to kill. Smiling, I looked at Anna.

"I have friends."

Anna looked at me with surprise, before masking it and smiling at me.

"Well, that's fantastic. I'm glad you're finally making friends again." Anna replied, "There is something else, though. There have been reports of a wolf around your area. Apparently, it has been in, and out, of the woods. It might not be safe for you to stay there on your own."

I gasped, knowing exactly what she was talking about; Numpty. I'd have to tell him to be more careful about where he goes and who he allows to see him.

"I'm sure I'll be safe. I have my friends next door, who come to my house a lot... and I go to there's too." I easily replied.

It was partly true; they did come to my house a lot, especially Damon, and I'm sure if anything happened to me they'd be able to hear it. I knew nothing would happen though. Numpty and Damon would never allow it, but Anna doesn't know that.

"They aren't there all the time, though. There is still a danger."

I scoffed; Damon seemed to be at mine, more then his own home. I couldn't seem to get rid of him half the time. And it seemed whenever he wasn't there, Numpty was somewhere near.

"I'm sure if anything happened I can call them." I said, "They're only next door, it wont take them long to get to me, but thank you for your concern. Besides, everyone else in my street is in the same danger as me, surely."

"I really think you should reconsider letting me find you a placement." Anna tried.

"Do I still have money?" I asked.

"Well, yes but-"

"Actually, Miss Hunter, that was another point we needed to discuss with you." Mr Green interrupted, "It seems that you have been given more inheritance."

"More inheritance? I thought I already had everything of my family's in my name? What else is there?" I asked, confused.

"The inheritance is not from your family, Miss Hunter." Mr Green began to explain, "It seems that two brothers have left everything they own to you."

My mind boggled, the only two brothers I knew were Damon and Stefan. They were still alive, though- technically. It wouldn't make any sense for them to give me their belongings. If it was them, I certainly couldn't take it.

"They have left you a total of 7 estates; including 3 flats, 3 manors and a castle; as well as 5 plots of land. They've also left you 3 cars, a selection of jewellery and an incredibly large sum of money." Mr Green continued, handing me two envelopes, "The entirety of the inheritance are in these."

"Who left me all that?" I asked, astounded.

"A Mr Finn and Mr Kol Mikealson. "

"Who?" I asked, not recognising the names.

"Apparently, they were friends of your family."

I got home later that day to find Damon cooking in my kitchen. I dropped my bag on the table and frowned, had he forgotten what we spoke about this morning? I was still sifting through my memories, trying to remember who my mystery inheritors were. I couldn't remember ever hearing the name Mikealson, let alone two of them. Damon turned to look at me with a smile.

"Welcome home."

"What are you doing in my house, Damon?"

"Stefan called, told me you had had a bad time at the meeting." He explained, "And, also I felt somewhat responsible for you having a bad start to the day."

"Somewhat responsible?" I scoffed.

"Hey, you're the one who had a personality transplant whilst getting dressed." Damon retorted, "You do look much better now, though. Not so sickly."

"Thanks, I do feel better actually."

"Good. What was wrong earlier?" Damon asked, stirring at the pot.

"I just had a headache."

I paused after replying. Maybe I should tell him the truth; by the way he looked at me he knew that I was lying. Well, not exactly lying, just hiding some of the truth. He walked over to me, probably sensing my faltering. I looked down, breaking our intense stare. A moment later, Damon's black shoes were in my vision and his fingers were on my chin, moving my face to look at him again.

"Tell me."

"Are you trying to compel me?" I asked.

"If I were trying to compel you, you'd do as I say." Damon laughed, "I want you to want to tell me."

"It wasn't just a headache." I mumbled, "The mirror that Elena had told you I was mumbling about. I found it in my attic, it's in my room now."

"Carry on." Damon urged, stroking my cheek with his thumb when I faltered.

"When I first saw it, I got a blinding headache all of a sudden, and then blacked out. When I woke up this morning, I still had a headache. And when I went to get changed I looked in it and got really dizzy, my headache got worse and-"

"And?"

"I saw me, but a different me. An older me, well not older; from a different time, in different clothes and with different hair." I rambled, realising how crazy I sounded.

Damon just looked at me and nodded, "The mirror is in your room, yes?"

I nodded back and let him go upstairs by himself. He knew where my room was, and in this instance I trusted him not to look through my stuff. I stayed sitting in my chair, looking over at the food coking on the stove. Spaghetti bolognaise by the look of it. Sighing, I stood up and moved over to the stove, stirring the contents of the pans. I didn't have to wait for long for Damon to get back. He pushed me away from the stove with his hip, before stirring.

"There's definitely something weird about it. Have you seen it before?"

"No." I answered, shaking my head.

"You found it in the attic?"

"Yes." I answered, starting to get annoyed with the interrogation.

"Well, that doesn't make sense. Stefan, Elena and us looked through the whole attic, trying to find the other half of the letter. Someone would have seen the mirror."

"Maybe Elena or Stefan did? They might not have told us." I suggested.

"Nope. I've already called them and shot down that idea."

"Oh. What other explanations could there be, though?"

"I'm not sure. Someone could have put it there, or there may have been some kind of spell put over it to keep it hidden."

"Magic? You think a witch hid it, or someone broke into my house and put it there?"

"We might be able to find out." Damon said slowly, "I guess it's time to call an old friend."