Bleeding hearts are never cured
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Chapter 14
Steam covered the platform in a thick coat of mist; despite the fact it was just past dawn many people if all races and classes were scurrying around Richmond's largest train station. They tried to fulfill their meaningless lives unaware to the danger that awaited them in the darkness.
A red passenger steam engine pulled to a stop at the platform and George Lockwood stepped off it. He ran his fingers through his chestnut brown hair; his green his scanned the people around him. You poor unfortunate souls, he thought as he sneered. His werewolf instincts made him see humans as nothing more than insignificant chunks of meat.
He breathed in the air of Richmond; it was good to be home. His father was no doubt bragging about his son the soldier; who was serving the Confederacy up in the North. That was not an entire lie; he was up in the North but he was not fighting in the war. Unknown to his father their bloodline was descended from a line of werewolves but the curse could only be triggered when a dormant werewolf took the life of a human…
George remembered the first time he ever shot a Union soldier; he felt immense pain radiating throughout his entire body that only lasted a few seconds. According to one of his comrades his eyes also turned a deep shade of yellow. When the next full moon hit the pain came back only this time it lasted for hours instead of seconds, when the pain finally subsided his rational mind had gone numb and he found himself a rabid wolf. That night he tore half his regiment to shreds. He smiled cruelly; his commanders blamed the deaths on a midnight sneak attack by Union soldiers. Only he knew the truth of that night.
George immediately left the army after that and decided to travel around up North looking for his own kind. He travelled until he found a werewolf pack up in Northern Maine near the Lower Canadian border. He was able to make contact with the pack and they soon accepted him as one of their own.
But that was not enough for George.
He always felt like he was meant for something greater; being a lowly grunt was not going to cut it. So George challenged the Alpha of the pack for leadership. In werewolf law; any member from a pack has the freedom to challenge the Alpha for leadership of the pack. The fight must occur during a full moon when both opponents are in wolf form and it must be a fight till the death.
So when the next full moon rolled around George battled the old Alpha and won without a starch. He was named new Alpha and had leadership over the pack. But becoming an Alpha came with some unexpected perks. He was presented with a moon stone, a very rare stone, and one of the last of its kind. No other Alpha in North America had one. A moon stone enabled a werewolf Alpha to transform into his wolf form whenever he liked and he still kept his human mind.
George was flabbergasted when he received this honour and asked where they found it. But none the other werewolves knew.
Soon after that George figured it was time to return home with his fleets and since he had total control of his pack; he them to sit back and wait. He would need any back up he could get in case any in Mystic Falls were to go awry. He knew that vampires had invaded his town and he needed to get it back. It was him who contacted the Knights of Redemption in Massachusetts and told them about Mystic Falls.
A very expensive looking carriage was awaiting George the second he stepped out of the station.
"Good morning, Mr. Lockwood." His coachmen said as he opened the door for him.
"It will be Stanley." He replied and handed him his luggage before stepping inside the carriage.
George settled himself in his seat as the carriage set off. He peered out the window just as the sun was coming up from the tree line.
The Civil War was ending; which meant the Supernatural War was about to begin.
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"Damon wake up!"
The eldest Salvatore brother opened his eyes at the sound of his little brother's rapping on the door and screeching like a cat.
"Open the door, Damon!"
Damon let out a deep sigh and rolled out of his bed-well what was now his bed. - His old room had been destroyed (thanks to Katherine) and now he was lodging in a guest room. He hissed when his bare feet touched the cold wood floor. He stretched his long body like a cat, he chosen to sleep bare-chested last night which made him quite cold now.
"Damon hurry up!" Stefan once again shrieked from the other side of the door.
He growled as he stumbled through his room and unlatched the door letting his younger brother in.
The second Stefan walked through the door he threw a white cotton shirt in Damon's face, "Here get dressed. You look like hell by the way."
Damon did not get a chance to reply, "I also asked one of the maids to heat up a bowl of water for you but since you took so long it is ice cold now." Stefan continued as he placed the said bowl on a stool.
Damon ignored his younger brother and started buttoning up the shirt. It must be one of Stefan; he thought because like his room all his clothes were also destroyed. The shirt was a little short on him because Stefan was shorter and stouter than him but he was able to button it up all the same. He walked over to the stool where the bowl was on. He dunked a rag into the water and wiped his face with it. Stefan had been right it was freezing but he has had worst; he was in the army after all.
"You should shave as well; you look a little fuzzy." Stefan commented from where he was sitting at the desk and reading a book.
Damon grunted in response and picked up a razor and began to shave his chin and neck. He inwardly winced as his fingers graze over a bite mark. All the memories from the night before came flooding back to him, Katherine Pierce with her demonic eyes, being bit, and her. He did not even want to think about her. He had never been so terrified in his entire life; not even going off to battle was as scary as last night. It was like his nightmares come to life.
His baby brother broke through his thoughts once again, "Do you want to talk about last night or are you going to keep sulking like a child."
"I think I am going to chose sulking like a child." He snapped back as he put the razor down.
Stefan frowned back at him, "You really hurt Bonnie last night."
Bonnie. This time Damon physical winced. He wanted to avoid thinking about Bonnie at all costs. Bonnie was his weakness and lover. Even though they had only known each a few short weeks but Damon knew that he was falling in love with her. The moment he looked into those big green eyes; he knew that she was the woman for him. He did not care that she was from a different race or a servant, he would flee up North to marry her, he would leave his family behind for her without a second thought.
In fact that was what he was planning to do the night Katherine decided to kidnap him. He was going to ask Bonnie to marry him then they would flee to Upper Canada together where she could have her freedom and they could start a family. He even going to give her his grandmother's wedding ring that his mother brought over from Italy.
But that all changed when he found out Bonnie was a witch. It was not that fact that she was a supernatural being, that deterred the night before, in fact he she was beautiful when she was using her magic. It was strange that he was terrified of Katherine the vampiress (who he never liked) but he was not afraid of Bonnie the witch. The reason why he was so angry with her was that she lied to him and hid her true self from him-her lover- but she felt perfectly comfortable telling his younger brother.
"On did I?" He spit back spitefully.
Stefan's forehead creased, "Why are you being such an ass?"
Damon rounded on him, "I do not Stefan! Why do not you ask Bonnie since the two of you are so close?!"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You know perfectly well what that means! Why is it that my lady love hid her most important secret from me but she was more than comfortable telling you?!" He shouted at his younger brother.
Stefan held up his hands in surrender, "Damon you should know that I only care about Bonnie as a friend…maybe one day even a sister…"
Damon's ears perked up at the word 'sister', "How did you know?"
The younger Salvatore's cheek went a deeper shade of red, "I saw you take Nona's ring from Mother's jewelry bow and I knew what you were going to do."
His older brother could meet his eyes, "I love her Stefan."
"Then why do you not tell her!"
Damon shook his head, "I cannot. She is a different person to me now. Who knows what else she has lied to me about."
Stefan placed both of his hands on his brother's shoulders and looked him straight in the eye, "Bonnie never lied to you about anything. The only reason why I knew about her secret is because Katherine was feeding on me. If it was not for that I am sure she would have taken her secret to her grave."
Damon let out a sigh, "That may be but I am going to need time to think about this."
His brother nodded his head in understanding, "Just do not wait too long, brother."
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Jeremy Gilbert walked up the main street of Mystic Falls with his hands in his trouser's pockets. He was not very fond about the humid mornings that Mystic Falls were famous for but a walk was the perfect excuse to get away from his father. Jonathan Gilbert was an overbearing man who pushed his son to his limit in every aspect of his life. In the past Jeremy could ignore him but he was getting older and he wanted to become his own man and not a replica of his father.
Jeremy was tired of doing everything he was told like a good little boy. He did bit believe in the Knight's mission to destroy all supernatural creatures, he would rather study them to learn all that he could about them, peacefully but Jonathan would never listen. What happened to his mother was tragic and his father would never let it go; he would destroy every supernatural being in the world to avenge Isobel. Jeremy often worried about his father; all the revenge talk was altering Jonathan's mind. Jeremy had already lost his mother and he was afraid he would lose his father too.
"Hello I have not seen you before." A southern voice drawled.
The young Gilbert boy looked up from his thoughts to see a girl about his own age sweeping up the steps of the town's apothecary. She wore a white lace dress with a matching bonnet; her raven hair peeked out of the bonnet and fell past her shoulders. Her brown slanted eyes revealed that she had some Asian in her lineage; she had freckles that splashed across her pale skin and button nose. Her small pink lips were turned upwards in a welcoming smile.
Jeremy flicked some of his dark brown hair off his brow in embarrassment, "That is because I am not from around here."
"I can tell. I am Annabelle Chen." She offered him a hand.
"Jeremy Gilbert." He replied taking it, her hand was a bit cool considering it was a warm morning.
"That is a nice name." She cooed, "May I ask why you are taking a walk so early in the morning?"
Jeremy's cheeks redden, "I am hiding from my father; he can a bit…eccentric."
Annabelle's smile widened, "I know what you mean. My mama is always trying to make me the perfect lady. She even makes me enter pageants."
Jeremy returned her smile, "I bet you always win them."
Annabelle could not respond to that being too flattered.
"That is a beautiful necklace." Jeremy said admiring the blue stone that hung around her neck.
She placed a hand over it protectively, "Thank you. It was my grandmother's."
Suddenly the door to the apothecary opened revealing a stern looking Asian woman who was no doubt Annabelle's mother.
"Annabelle Chen, you know you should not be chatting now get back in side and get back to work!" She snapped at her while she glared at Jeremy.
Annabelle brushed past her mother but not before calling over her shoulder, "I e=was nice meeting you Jeremy Gilbert."
"It was nice meeting you too!" He called back as Mrs. Chen gave him a final glare and slammed the apothecary door shut.
Jeremy shrugged his shoulders and continued on his way; he knew cold skin and lapis lazuli anywhere. His father was right this town infested with vampires.
A/N: I'm sorry that Bonnie isn't in this chapter but I really wanted to introduce George Lockwood, write Damon's side of this story, and begin on Janna. Don't worry Bonnie will be in the next chapter! And good luck to everyone who's starting school!
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