Part 2 The F'd Up Universe
Chapter 13 Another Chance?
I shot up screaming my head off. I was dazed and disoriented, looking around and blinking wildly to try and get a bearing on where exactly it was I was at. I was in my room, that much I knew. Not my room in the boarding house, my room in my father's house. My heart slowed as realization dawned on me; I was getting a second chance. Thank God! Or whomever it was that made good stuff happen to good people. I'm not a vampire, there's no Damon, and everything was exactly as it had been after I ran from the Boarding House following the night of my father's death. How, do you ask, did I know it was that particular morning? Because I still had blood on my clothes and around my mouth. Which meant Damon gave me his blood to help me heal, seeing as to I didn't have any broken bones or bruises or scratches in sight. Which meant I could still turn into a vampire if I die. Shit.
I got up, took my clothes off, and hopped in the shower, watching a good deal of blood flow down my body and swirl down the drain. I got out, brushed my hair, and put on my favorite pair of PJ's, a black tank top, and put my hair back in a clip to dry. That's when the obnoxious knocking reached me in my upstairs Sanctuary.
"It's got to be that asshole cop." I grumbled to myself as I went downstairs to answer the door. There he stood, scowl in place, talking angrily. I paid very little attention to the douche bag and paid more attention to the feeling, that I now know to be Damon's presence, quickly approaching.
"I'm gonna have to take you down town for questioning." He finally finished, catching my attention at last.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I'm not going down town to answer questions. As you just informed me, my father died, from what looks like some strange animal attack. You have no reason, nor evidence to think I had any knowledge of this prior to you telling me just now. So, please, if you don't mind, I need to call family and arrange a funeral. I need time to mourn." I said and promptly dismissed the cop just as Damon came up the walk.
He walked right up to the cop, stared into his eyes, and compelled him to forget about any suspicions of me involved in my father's death, and we both stood on the porch and watched him slowly drive away.
"Thanks Damon." I said, turning to go into the house.
"How'd you know my name?" He asked, sounding completely taken by surprise.
"Oh, uh, you just look like a Damon." I lied terribly. I stepped over the threshold of the door into my house, grasping the lapis lazuli and, recently added vervain, necklace in my hand under my shirt.
"Can I come in?" He asked, trying to capture my eyes, trying to retain his original purpose.
"Nope. Thanks for helping with the cop and my dad though. I owe ya." I said and slammed the door right in his face, not waiting to hear his astonished remarks. I just got a second chance at life. I'm not going to fuck it up if I can help it.
"Audity please open the door." Damon said through the closed door.
"No! I know you're going to turn me into a vampire so you'll never have to be alone, I know what you want and you can't have me! I don't want to be involved with you and your freak friends!" I said, putting my hands over my ears in a very childish manner and running up to my room.
"Fuck." I said, realizing that I'd just told an unstable vampire that I knew what he and those he loved were. I was dead. Maybe permanently. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
About an hour went by before I heard the knocking on the front door again.
"Audity open up!" Damon screamed, pounding the door. I looked out the window and saw that he'd brought Stefan, Elena, Bonnie, and Meredith with him. Fuck!
"Go away!" I screamed, locking my door and running to my closet, locking that too and falling to the floor, hugging my knees and Beda to my chest. I heard the door fall to the ground and footsteps coming up the stairs. I heard pounding on my bedroom door and then that being flung against the wall. Fuck someone must've let Damon and Stefan in. I didn't have a chance. That's when I saw the window above me. I jumped up, clutching Beda for dear life, and wrenched the ancient window open. I climbed out and hung to the edge, looking down at the long drop I would have if I were to fall. I inched my way along the house, clinging to the side of the house. I was trying to make it to the gutter so I could shimmy down and escape into the woods. That's when I saw Damon's enraged face peering at me through the open window.
"Come back!" He snarled, infuriated. Someone shoved him aside and a new face, Stefan's, appeared at the window.
"Please Audity come back, we just want to talk." He said, in that compelling voice. He was trying to compel me!
"No!" I screamed, getting distracted for a moment and loosing my footing. I stumbled, my feet falling out from under me as I clung to the roof for dear life. It'd rained, and the house was wet, and soon my fingers lost their grip and I fell two and a half stories to the cement below.
I heard a scream, and soon Damon was at my side. Everything was moving slowly, and my body was screaming in agony. I turned my head and realized I was still gripping Beda. I saw a pool of blood begin to reach my hands, and everything began to turn black. Something reached my mouth and I swallowed instinctively. Then everything went black.
I was dead.
Again.
Damnit.