The Salvatore Sister
Chapter Nineteen – Scream
Disclaimer: GUESS WHAT! I NOW OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES. Lol not.
I had never felt as much like a bad ass ninja-spy as I did now. Stefan and I were stalking after Tyler while I landed high kicks to thin air and pressed up against walls, peering around corners. When I edged my way around a corner, with my hands held in the shape of a gun, Stefan actually cracked a smile – alert the media, and the fire department, and anyone else you want to alert. I felt like I was some sort of lioness hunting a wildebeest (in other words Tyler) – but wait, wasn't that what older women (in other words cougars) say when they were prowling after younger guys? But then again, Tyler was well over a hundred years younger than me... Oh my god: I'm a cougar.
"What are you laughing at?" Stefan smiled in my direction. Had I been laughing?
"I'm laughing at your face, Stef," I quipped back childishly.
"Oh, good one, Amelia," Stefan chortled, "Very witty."
"I know right," I giggled, winking at him exaggeratedly.
"I don't know how I put up with you," Stef joked, alert the media again guys: Stefan is actually daring to joke around.
"Me neither," I smirked, "Do you have, like, a handbook or something? 'Cause you deal with me and, even worse: Damon."
Stefan chuckled lowly, "Yeah, it's called 'How to deal with your psychotic, annoying, vampire, twin siblings'."
"Sounds like a good one, I'll have to borrow it someday," I smiled at him and he just laughed at me.
We followed Tyler all the way out to the parking lot, and it appeared like he was heading home, until the compelled guy arrived on the scene. If on instinct, I went to intercept the compelled guy but Stefan grabbed my arm and pulled me in the direction of a cluster of bushes.
"What are you doing, Stef?" I asked, as he pulled me into his make-shift hiding place, "Aren't we going to do something?"
"Let's just see what happens," Stefan said distractedly, watching as the guy continued to saunter towards an unsuspecting Tyler.
"But-"
"Just trust me, Amelia," Stefan said, soothingly, "I won't let anything happen to him – to either of them. But let's just see what happens."
I was about to argue my case but the look in Stefan's eyes, an intense longing for me to trust him that I was suddenly struck with the memory of the last time I had spoken to my younger brother earlier today – I had accused him of cheating on Elena – a girl he was so unbelievingly in love with - and just had been an utter bitch to him.
"Stef, I'm sorry," I said quietly, unable to look into his sincere, forest green eyes.
"It's already been forgiven," Stefan murmured back, turning his attention back to Tyler.
We watched – and I was fighting the urge to intervene – as the compelled guy smashed his shoulder into Tyler's, and he understandably retaliated. I was surprised by how worried I was for Tyler – he was a big boy, he knew he could look after himself, but my worry didn't ease. I watched as the other guy started to physically push him away.
Tyler snapped and warned, "You hit me again; I swear to God..."
But Tyler didn't get to finish his sentence, and I saw it happening before he did, the compelled guy's arm snapped back and a fist came flying out of nowhere connecting with Tyler's jaw. I automatically jumped up to go help Tyler, but Stefan was using all his power to restrain me against him.
"Amelia, you can't go bursting over there," Stefan hissed a warning in my ear, "It'll look a bit suspicious if you go over there and throw them apart."
With a lot of difficulty, I refrained against going over and beating the shit out of the compelled guy, even when both guys started to full-out brawl, trying to hit the living crap out of each other. And then out of nowhere, Uncle Mason was on the scene, pushing Tyler's attacker off of him – but Damon's compulsion proved to be successful when the guy didn't back down, just advanced on the two Lockwoods again. But Mason wasn't having that: his hand reached out and clasped around the compelled guy's throat, attempting to choke the life out of him. The three continued to scuffle back and forth until something, I would call, strange happened: the compelled dude managed to push Mason back over the hood of a car, but then Mason hopped over the top, using his hands to fire him into the air – then he jumped about five feet in the air, right over the compelled guy's head, almost landing on Tyler who had fallen onto the ground. I couldn't help but gasp in surprise and I felt Stef stiffen behind me.
"Your eyes..." Tyler gasped out, looking up at his uncle's face, and involuntarily, Stefan and I shifted to get a better view at what had shocked Tyler so.
But Mason had stood up and had smacked the compelled guy full-force across the jaw, sending him flying down to the tarmac. Looking around to see if they had any onlookers, Mason grabbed Tyler, lifting him to his feet, the two Lockwoods bolted out of the parking lot without looking back.
Stefan finally let go of me and he started to run towards the compelled guy who was sprawled out on the ground, gently dabbing at his bleeding nose, "You alright, man?"
The compelled guy looked up at Stefan with an agonisingly guilty and confused expression on his face – that I actually felt kind of bad for the guy - before he muttered out, "Why did I just do that?"
"You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time," Stefan comforted the guy, looking on in the direction the two Lockwoods had disappeared off in.
I couldn't help but wonder: Mason was not normal, Damon was right; he must be some sort of "supernatural element" – but how did that affect Tyler? What am I getting myself in to?...
After Stefan insisted on making sure the compelled guy – or Carter, as we'd learned – was alright. Damon and Elena – who I couldn't help but glare it on instinct – had scouted us out and I had been dragged pretty much against my will into a history classroom in the school. Damon and I were leaning, side-by-side, against the teacher's desk; Stefan was sitting on a table near the window and Elena was pacing back and forth, and I noticed that she stayed well away from me – I couldn't help but smirk at that.
"How did this happen?" Stefan asked once again, folding his arm, looking a mixture of confused, angry and upset.
"Well, I fed her blood," Damon started to explain the obvious, "And Katherine obviously killed her... A plus B equals..."
"Wouldn't that be more effective if you said one plus two?" I piped in quickly, earning – an attempt at – a venomous glare from Elena.
Damon smirked slightly and was about to answer me when Elena interrupted, "But why?"
"Because Katherine is a manipulative, nasty little slut," Damon replied harshly.
"You two would get along so well," I smirked in Elena's direction, folding my arms over my chest; Stefan glared at me and Damon elbowed me in the ribs a little harder than he normally would have.
"And she said 'game on'?" Stefan noted, "What does that even mean?"
"It means she's playing dirty," Damon answered with a shrug in a 'isn't it obvious?' sort of tone.
"She wants you to know she's waiting in the wings," I continued on with the explanation, and couldn't help but smirk patronisingly, "And let's face it: messing with people is fun, Katherine knows that well enough."
"But why Caroline?" Elena snapped, running her hands agitatedly through her long hair.
"I don't know," Damon answered her.
"Caroline must be completely out of her mind," Stefan said, "She'll have no idea what's happening to her."
"Oh, I think she does," Damon quipped back, "All of my compulsion from the past started wearing off the minute she was in transition."
"We have to find her..."
"Yep," Damon agreed, but then added, "And kill her."
"You're not gonna kill Caroline!" Elena snapped immediately, turning on Damon with a livid expression.
"She knows who we are," my twin reasoned, "She's officially a liability, we've gotta get rid of her."
"Damon," Stefan warned, "Absolutely not."
"Need I remind you of the tragic little story of a girl named Vicki Donovan?" Damon started with a teasing tone, "Caroline, of all people, won't make it as a vampire. Her mother is a vampire hunter. Guys, come on, we all know how this story's going to end – just skip to the last chapter and..."
"It's not an option, Damon," Elena interrupted sternly and I rolled my eyes.
"No?" Damon smirked, "Your silence is deafening, Stefan. Wait, wasn't there a school carnival the night you staked Vicki?"
"Looks like a town where history repeats itself," I added with a smirk, looking pointedly at Elena.
"You know I'm right," Damon concluded.
Stefan got up from his position leaning against a table and made his way over to stand in front of my twin brother and for a moment I thought he was going to agree until he said, "We're not gonna kill her."
"It's the only way," Damon shrugged, in an almost sing-song voice as we watched The Clone and Stefan leave the classroom leaving a silence in their wake.
After about a minute of silence, I turned to my brother and said, "So what did happen to Vicki Donovan?"
Damon and I were once again walking around the carnival, but this time with an ulterior motive – at least Damon had one anyway.
"So... who is this Caroline chick anyway?" I mutter offhandedly.
Damon had been explaining all the things I had missed in Mystic Falls before I had turned up. After he had explained to me the 'tragic' story of Vicki Donovan, he had went on to explain all about the ring that Elena's kid brother had been wearing – that was able to bring people back after a supernatural death – and all about his alliance with the history teacher, Alaric. He called it a 'forced alliance'; I called it a 'bromance'.
"She's Elena's gal-pal from school," Damon said with a shrug.
"Not Miss Sabrina the Teenage Witch, though?" I asked with a smirk.
"No, not her," Damon chuckled lowly, "Caroline's more along the lines of Miss Malibu Barbie."
"Ah," I said nodding, "And you said her mother's a...vampire hunter?"
"You remember Liz?" Damon asked and at my confused face he clarified, "The police sheriff we met up with at the hospital yesterday?"
"Oh, her," I nodded in understanding, then froze, "Wait... You're friends with a vampire hunter. Are you stupid Damon?"
"Ever heard the saying: keep your friends close, and your enemies' closer, Lia?" Damon asked, patronisingly.
"So that's why you're so close to the Katherine-Clone..." I muttered, deliberately annoying him – I knew full well the reason Damon kept Elena so close.
"No," Damon answered flat-out, "I'm close to Elena, I mean, I keep Elena close because..."
"Because you luuuurve her," I teased, bumping my hip into his, "I get it, D'."
"You're annoying you know that," Damon grumbled like an upset two year old.
"I learned from the best," I nodded at him and he just rolled his eyes.
I noticed Damon's eyes had wandered to a spot on the ground; I followed his line of sight and saw a sharp, wooden stake lying there. Damon reached over and picked it up, twirling it in his hands and smirking in satisfaction.
"Ken's going to be so devastated..." I murmured.
Damon's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Ken? Who the hell is Ken?"
"Y'know... You said Caroline was like Barbie. Barbie and Ken..." I clarified and he just looked at me like I belonged in a mental institute, "It was a joke, Damon."
"I'm so disappointed in you, Lia," Damon muttered with a smirk, "I expected better from you."
"Well, it was- wait, can you smell that?"
It seemed Damon had smelled the alluring, metallic scent of blood at the same time I did as he was already taking off in the direction the smell was coming from. I followed close on his heels as we went around the back of the school towards a pick-up truck that was parked in the shadows. The smell of blood coming from the vehicle was so overwhelming that I could feel my fangs poking out of my gums and my eyes started to sting, hinting that the veins around them would soon be visible. On the back of the truck was a blonde girl – who I guessed must be Barbie-Caroline – sobbing into her hands, with an insane amount of blood coating the area surrounding her mouth. Beside the new vampire was a lifeless body that I recognised as compelled guy – or Carter – that guy cannot catch a break tonight.
Damon slowly approached the blood and tear covered Caroline, who muttered sorrowfully, "He's dead. I killed him. What's wrong with me?"
The way she sobbed those words pulled at something in me and my eyebrows furrowed as I watched her. I remember the way I had sobbed when I had turned and killed someone.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," Damon replied, and I couldn't help but have my eyes flash down to the wooden weapon in his hand, "I can help you."
"You can?" Caroline cried, her voice still thick with sorrow, but laced with hope.
"Yeah, I have to."
"What are you gonna do?"
"The only thing I can do," Damon answered, "I'm gonna kill you."
In a blink, Caroline had hopped off the truck and was in front of Damon, pleading with him.
"Please don't! I don't want to die!"
"But you're already dead," Damon suggested.
"No I'm not!" Caroline cried defiantly, "Stop saying that! Just help me!"
"Okay," Damon said, trying to keep his voice comforting as he pulled the sobbing girl into his arms.
"Just help me, please!" Caroline begged against Damon's chest, "Please. Please!"
Everything that happened next happened very fast – even for my vampire eyes. Listening to Caroline sob and beg reminded me so much of someone – someone who had turned and had sobbed and begged for her twin brother, Caroline reminded me of me. So for that reason, when Damon's arm rose, with the stake poised to strike Caroline's heart, I rushed forward and ripped it from his hand. Almost simultaneously, Stefan had arrived on the scene, pulling Caroline away from Damon, taking up a protective stance in front of her.
"Lia?" Damon asked in complete surprise as he looked at the stake I had stolen from him.
"I'm not going to let you do this, Damon," I murmured towards my twin brother, then looked back at Caroline who was still standing there crying, shaking from head to toe.
I hadn't noticed her at first but Elena was standing near Caroline, obviously trying to comfort her friend, but Caroline was having none of that, "Get away from me! You killed me!"
"No, no, no, Caroline," Elena denied instantly, "That wasn't me. You know that. That was Katherine!"
"No!" Caroline all but shrieked, "Then why did she look like you? And why? Why did she do this to me?"
"Stefan! We've got to get her inside," Elena called to her boyfriend, and for the first time I actually agreed with her – I felt like I was going to vomit at the thought.
"It's okay, Caroline," Stefan said soothingly, "Come with me."
"She'll die," Damon called, "It's only a matter of time."
"Yeah, maybe so," Stefan surprisingly agreed, "But it's not gonna happen tonight."
"Oh, yeah it is," Damon murmured and before I knew it, he had forcedly ripped the stake from my grasp and was heading towards Caroline, with his weapon at the ready.
But before Damon could reach his victim, Elena had somehow made it in front of Caroline as Damon reached them, stopping himself just in time – but with the stake still poised above his head.
There was an agonising silence as Damon stared down at Elena with his weapon still at the ready, before Elena pleaded, "Damon. She's my friend."
Damon inhaled deeply before he twirled the stake away from Elena, and taking a step back, "Whatever happens it's on you."
I took a deep breath as relief flooded through me when Damon admitted defeat and Stefan started to drag the still crying Caroline away from the scene that was so close to being her death scene. I didn't know why I suddenly cared so much about 'Barbie'; she reminded me of me, she was scared, angry, confused, guilty. Everything I had been when I first turned. I had had Henry to help me out, the least Caroline deserved was someone to help her.
Caroline and Stefan were intercepted by Sabrina – Bonnie, I think – and she seemed traumatised to see her friend in such a state – well it was obvious Caroline hadn't lost a tooth with the amount of blood around her lips. Bonnie – or whatever – started crying herself at seeing her friend as a vampire, and seeing the body of Carter lying sprawled out on the back of the truck. I watched as the witch approached the body, and bowed her head – and I couldn't help but pity her. Oh God, I'm becoming like Stefan – all humane and stuff...
To say it was awkward standing alone with Bonnie and Elena would be the understatement of the century – and believe me, I would know, since I've lived through it and all. Damon had disappeared off to find a tool he could use to bury the body of the unlucky Carter, whose nose was still bleeding from the fight he had gotten in with Tyler and his supernatural uncle earlier.
"I can't believe this is happening," Bonnie cried to herself, repeating the line she had been saying over to herself as she paced in front of Carter's body.
"Come on, don't pout about it," a voice sounded, announcing my twin's return, "We've got a body to bury," Damon smirked as he gestured to the shovel he now held in his hands, and then turned to Elena, "I thought you were calling the shots, no?"
Elena looked at him with a – successful this time – venomous look and Damon shrugged, heading back to the body on the truck.
"Sucks to be you buddy," Damon joked to himself; and for some reason I didn't find that sort of humour funny anymore.
I couldn't tell you what happened next because I didn't really know myself. One second Damon was chuckling to himself, then the next he was clutching his head and screaming.
"Damon?" I asked in shock as I approached my brother hesitantly, "What's wrong? What's happening?"
He didn't answer, just continued to cry out in pain, his face was scrunched up and his hands were clamped to his temples.
Panicking, I put a hand on his arm and asked, "Tell me what to do, Damon. What's happening?"
"Amelia..." he gasped out through his cries of pain.
Suddenly there was the sound of running water from I don't know where, all my attention was on my screaming twin brother.
From somewhere behind me the witch murmured, "I told you what would happen if anyone else got hurt..."
"I didn't do this," Damon cried out.
Then it dawned on me what was happening, "You!" I gasped out, turning on the witch and lunging for her.
But I never reached her. The last thing I saw was the witch's dark eyes snapping to look at me before black spots covered my vision and it felt like my skull was enclosing in on my brain. The sounds around me started to fade away, everything sounded muffled to my ears, like I was underwater. And I could feel rather than hear screams of pain ripping up my throat and out of mouth. Something hard hit my knees, and it didn't dawn on me that I had sunken onto the ground in pain. It seemed that the only thing that existed was the intense pain all the way around my head, every single inch of my brain was screaming out in agony.
And then came the heat. The only time I had ever felt such an intense heat was when Damon and I had been locked in the basement with the fire. Fire. Now I was very aware of the flames that were licking at my body. The pain in my head had started to fade - but the scars of it were still fresh in my mind, my mind just felt numb – but now my whole body was screaming with the burning sensation of the fire surrounding and moving over my body. I flailed around like a fish out of water trying to swat at the fire but it seemed to only create more fire. Fire. More screams worked their way up and out my throat, but now I could hear my screams, and someone else's screams. Damon. I tried to fight through the fire to reach my brother but it just seemed to be everywhere, it felt like I was made of fire. I could feel the flames start to pull and tug at my flesh as I rolled around, swatted, did everything I could think of to cease the fire.
Then the enclosing fire stopped. I took the opportunity to hit the remaining flames off my body as I tried to restore my erratic breathing – even though I could've sworn when I was on fire that my breathing had stopped – back to normal. I lay gasping on the ground, trying to calm down my screaming mind. Damon. I managed to somehow push myself up to take in my surroundings, the ground was soaking wet and steaming – that could be explained by the fire. I had no idea what had happened, the witch had- the witch. But she was nowhere standing where I had last seen her, and Elena was gone too. I looked to my right and saw Damon laying there, panting, and still in obvious pain, his clothes steaming.
Our gazes caught and I saw Damon smile slightly in my direction, "Why us?"
AUTHOR'S NOTE.
Hey again guys! Here's a much longer chapter for you guys - I hope you enjoyed!
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Also, something I found amusing was that in the script I take lines from it said (Bonnie gives Damon a headache) - haha, more like an aneurysm, but you know big deal...
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-Megan