TEMPTATIONS

Chapter Fourteen

Kind of Stupid

Hazel's POV…

I walked away avoiding Caroline I needed some time to think and to clear my head. Sure this was fun but how far was I willing to go. Would I be willing to reveal myself to the town as the monster I really am or not.

I can't remember how much longer it was but eventually I found myself listening to Damon and Stefan talking near the locker rooms.

"Nice trick with Elena, let me guess, vervain in the necklace, I admit, I was a bit surprised, it's been a while since anyone could resist my compulsion, where'd you get it from?" Damon asked.

"Does it matter," Stefan replied.

"Guess I could just seduce her the old-fashioned way or I could eat her," Damon said as Stefan walked away from him.

"No, you're not gonna hurt her, Damon," Stefan said as he stopped.

"No?"

"Because deep down inside, there is a part of you that feels for her, I was worried that you had no humanity left inside of you that you may have actually become the monster that you pretend to be," Stefan said.

"Who's pretending?" Damon asked.

"Then kill me."

"Well, I'm tempted."

"No, you're not, you've had lifetimes to do it and yet, here I am, I'm still alive and there you are, you're still haunting me after 145 years. Katherine is dead and you hate me because you loved her, and you torture me because you still do and that, my brother, that is your humanity," Stefan said.

"Salvatore, what the hell, we've got a game to play," Mr Tanner said interrupting them.

God I hate that guy. I was so tempted to kill him. His tone of voice about everything was something that would make me kill myself for real if I had to deal with it one more day.

"If that's my humanity then what is this?" Damon asked.

I heard a gush of air and smelt blood.

I heard Damon bite and shortly after that I heard a thump and I just knew that Mr Tanner was dead. It was really odd because I had just thought about doing it myself.

"Anyone, anytime, anyplace," Damon said.

I headed away from the area. The last thing I needed was to be dragged into anything Damon did. Sure he was my best friend if I had to choose family and I would do anything for him but I wasn't about to let him drag me down with him.

But of course eventually I was dragged back to that area later that night when they discovered what happened to Mr Tanner. I managed to keep a straight face and not appear happy that he was dead. I was standing beside Bonnie and she seemed really freaked out.

"What is it Bonnie?" I asked.

"It can't be," she whispered.

I looked around the scene. What she said sounded like she wasn't worried about the animal attack but something else. I looked around and noticed the numbers Bonnie had mentioned earlier, 8, 14 and 22. I knew the feeling Bonnie was going through. Well it was familiar because I went through the same thing when I first discovered what I was. I don't miss it at all because I hated it so much the nightmares would constantly keep me up at night.

"Do you want me to drop you off somewhere?" I asked.

"I'm fine," she whispered.

"It's not a problem," I replied.

"I need some time alone."

I nodded as a response before she walked away. I wanted to be alone as well when the weird magically things started happening. But with a mother like mine I didn't have the chance. I never had the chance.

I thought about going back to the motel but I really didn't feel like it so I headed to Shawn's house instead. I found his bedroom window and knocked on the glass. I wouldn't be able to get inside until he invited me inside so I had to get his attention somehow.

He came over to the window and opened it shortly after reaching it.

"Did you hear what happened to Mr Tanner?" he asked.

"More than you think," I replied as I stayed outside.

"What's the problem?" he asked.

"You sort of have to invite me inside."

"That's kind of stupid," he replied.

"It's a balance of nature as far as I know," I said.

"Well would you like to come inside?" Shawn asked.

"Yes I would," I replied before climbing through the window.

His bedroom was a dark room, not bad. I liked dark it was my thing. I loved shadows and hated bright colours and pink was at the top of that list.

After I looked around the room Shawn started kissing me. I stopped even though in the back of my head I want to continue. I pushed him away slowly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I don't know, something happened and I'm having these dreams and I don't know what to do," I said.

"Do you want to tell me about the dreams?" Shawn asked.

"Not really, plus you wouldn't understand."

"How about what's troubling you? It's not like I can tell anyone," Shawn said.

I was silent for a bit. I didn't want to tell him but I could make him forget if I wanted too. I walked over to the bad and sat on the end of it. He sat next to me and waited for me to say something. I didn't know if getting it out would help. What would that do?

"You know what I am right?" I asked.

"I have a pretty good idea," he replied.

"Well there are other things, magical things. I used to be one of those things."

"So are you talking about witches and witchcraft?"

"Yes."

"So what does that make you half vampire, half witch?" he asked.

I smiled before replying.

"No, I'm all vampire," I said. "Something about the balance of nature, you can never be a vampire and a witch, as soon as you become a vampire you lose all your magic and what not."

"Do you miss it?" Shawn asked.

"Not at all, it's just," I paused. "The past keeps trying to make its way into my life and I would rather it leave me alone."

"You say that as if it is someone."

"Well the past is always someone, for a vampire it's always someone and normally they haunt you forever. But in this case she's dead, she was my best friend and a witch as well," I said.

"And what happened to her?" Shawn asked.

"I don't want to go into that."

"Okay."

"Anyway, during the time I was born witchcraft was illegal, against the law. People were killed if found practicing it. So I never wanted to have anything to do with it but I still had the feelings and the nightmares," I said.

"So you became a vampire to get away from all that?"

"I guess, but this isn't about me it was my best friend, she practiced witchcraft and I swore I would protect her if anyone came for her," I said.

"So what's the problem?"

"Well there is a witch at school and she's going through a tough time and I really don't want to be dragged into it but I also don't want her to hate me for what I did all those years ago," I said.

I could tell Shawn wanted to ask what I did but he didn't.

"Would you like to spend the night here?" he asked.

"I parked my Audi across the street so I should just go," I said before I yawned.

I had no idea why I was tired but I was.

"Just lie down and I'll get you something to drink," he said.

"And if it's the other stuff I want."

"Well you'll have to wait until I come back," Shawn said as he stood.

I smiled and crawled into the middle of the bed. I lied on my side and watched as Shawn left the room closing the door after he left. My eyelids closed slowly and every time I blinked it got slower and slower until I fell asleep.

GPOV…

Shawn headed down the stairs. He made it to the kitchen without running into his mother which was good but that wasn't the end of that. He grabbed a glass and filled it with water because he wasn't sure what Hazel wanted aside from blood.

"Who were you talking too?" his mother asked from the kitchen door.

"A friend," Shawn mumbled back.

He didn't want to talk to his mother about girls and he couldn't about Hazel. Well he couldn't tell his mother the truth anyway.

"It sounded like a girl."

"You were listening," he asked a little worried that she had heard what they were talking about.

"No, I just heard her voice. Why is she here?" she asked.

"Because I invited her in, why can't you just get off my back?" Shawn asked as he walked past her.

"I'm trying to protect you," she replied.

"I don't care what you're trying to do because you fail at everything."

"Don't talk to me like that."

"I can talk to you however I want," he said as he headed up the stairs.

When he got back to his room he found Hazel sound asleep on his bed. He sighed and placed the glass of water on the bedside table before climbing on the bed and lying beside her until she moved and lied on his chest.

"Damon," she whispered but it sounded like a question.

Shawn started to wonder who Damon was before he fell asleep.

Florence's POV…

1842 & 1849…?

I stood in my bedroom which no longer felt of death but more like life and it felt good but I told Chantal that I wasn't going to practice witchcraft because I didn't want to die even though I said I would for Chantal. I also thought it would be the best decision. It would draw less attention.

I hadn't been sleeping well for the last couple of night. I keep having nightmares and sometimes I woke in different places. Chantal's mother said that's normal. But I don't want it to be normal. I just want to be myself again.

I shivered as the cold air hit my skin. It was too early to get out of bed so I just lied there staring at the ceiling.

"Take advantage of the situation," someone said.

I sat up and looked around but I saw no one. The voice was a new voice to me. I lied back down and I stared at the ceiling again until I fell asleep which I had been trying to avoid.

Dream…

I opened my eyes and I was standing in a forest or woods. They were unfamiliar but somehow familiar as well. I quickly noticed that I was wearing something different and I guessed I was older because I was taller. I walked around for a bit and only seemed to get lost more. I didn't know where I was and I didn't know how to get out.

"I am going to find you," a voice said.

It was young voice. A voice I had never heard before but a nice voice that I liked and trusted.

"No you will," I found myself saying.

From what I could get was that whoever this person was they weren't hunting me or anything bad. It felt more like a game.

"Yes I will," they replied.

Suddenly someone appeared in front of me. No I think appeared in front of them, well behind them. I was staring at their back.

"I am right here and you cannot even see me," I said.

They turned around but I moved so I was still looking at their back and the back of their head. Their raven black hair was so, I knew it from somewhere.

"That is not fair," he complained.

"You never set any rules," I replied.

He turned around to have me and I didn't more this time. That was I realised who I was staring at, Damon. He was older than the last time I had seen him, the last time I had seen him was when he was toddler but his eyes and hair give it away.

Real Life…

I woke from the dream. I didn't understand what the dream meant because every other dream meant something and most times it meant something bad would happen. The good thing was it was morning now.

There was a soft knock on my bedroom door.

"Come in," I said as I sat up.

Chantal opened the door and came into my room before closing the door.

"Are you okay, Florence?" she asked.

"I had a really weird dream," I said.

"Again," she asked.

I nodded slowly.

"What was it about this time?" she asked as she stood beside my bed.

"Damon, but he was older and I was older and I was different, I felt different."

"What happened?"

"Well I was in the woods or a forest. I think I was playing a game with Damon and somehow I suddenly appeared behind him and when he turned around I moved again but really fast."

"What did it feel like?" she asked referring to my magical abilities.

I thought about it quickly but I couldn't think of any feeling.

"It felt like nothing, I did not feel a bad cold feeling or a gold feeling it was just empty."

"That is not good," Chantal said to herself as she sat on my bed.

"What do you mean?"

"Well witches are not the only things out there. My mother told me of these things that feed on humans, on their blood. I think she called them vampires," Chantal said.

"And what does that have to do with this?"

"Well when someone becomes a vampire they are stronger," she paused shortly. "Faster and I have heard that they feel nothing, that they are hollow monsters of the night," Chantal said.

"So you're saying I am going to become a monster?" I asked.

"No, I will not let that happen. I will do anything in my power to stop that from happening," Chantal said.

"Thank you."

Hazel's POV…

I woke slowly and I realised that I was lying on Shawn's chest. I noticed the time on the alarm clock and it was still night time, midnight roughly.

I didn't want to wake Shawn but I didn't want to go back to sleep either because I didn't want to dream about the past anymore. Why did these dreams only affect me when I cared? They never affected me when I had no emotions. I wanted to turn them off to fix this but I knew the emotionless me was worse than the emotion me. If I turned them off I might tear this town apart for no reason.

So I just lied there on Shawn's chest thinking to myself. He must be a light sleeper because I woke him up even though I tried hard not to.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine, I'm just sick of these dreams."

"Well would you like to hear about my dream, it'll take you mind off yours," Shawn said.

"Okay," I said.

"Well, in simple terms, I was in a plane crash and everyone died, me included."

I looked up at him.

"That's a little dark," I said.

"I have a fear of flying so it's a common thing," Shawn said.

"Well I'm going to help you get over that fear one day. Fears keep you ground, no pun intended, they stop you from doing anything you want to do," I said.

Shawn just smiled.

AN: The scene with Shawn and his mother has no point, there is no secret thing going on in his family. I just thought it was cute.