Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries andd never will.
Author's Note: Here's the real first part of a Few Good Men! Somehow I put the first part of the season one finale in this chapter so sorry about that. Hope you enjoyed!
Third person POV…
Adam was hiking through the woods near the old church with his hands around the straps of his backpack. He stopped in his tracks though when he heard a noise from behind him. Adam turned around and saw an African American man who wore clothes that were obviously not from this century. He was looking at him oddly. Adam let out a breath of relief that he had been holding in.
"Geez you scared me," he said.
The man just continued to stare at Adam for a couple minutes as he walked closer before finally speaking. "Do you know what day it is?" he asked.
Adam looked at him confused but replied to his question, "Saturday."
"And what year?"
"It's 2010," Adam said. The man looked stressed and he said with a hint of concern in his voice, "You okay?"
The man nodded, "Thank you."
"Wait, what's your name?" Adam questioned, realizing that he didn't know the man's name.
"It's Harper, sir," The man or now known as Harper replied.
"How did you get out here? And why are you dressed like?"
"You seem like a very nice person…I'm sorry…"
Adam was confused. What was he sorry for? He voiced his thought out loud.
"Sorry for what?" he asked.
That was the last thing Adam remembered before getting attack by Harper. He screamed out in pain and Harper, once Adam was drained of blood, dropped him to the ground and took out his clothes. Once he had the clothes on, something suddenly started ringing. Harper searched his pockets before finally find some weird object that kept on ringing. He tossed it to the ground and left, leaving Adam lying there.
-Vampire Diaries-
Charlene's POV…
I stood outside with Megan and Elena. I shivered from the cold. Even though I was in a big jacket, I still felt cold. I looked over at Elena who was sitting on the swing, trying again to call Bonnie. Ever since Grams died Bonnie had been ignoring us. Elena tried to call her but she didn't answer. Megan tried to call her too but like with Elena, Bonnie didn't pick up. Even I've tried a couple but nope Bonnie continued to ignore us. Elena let out a sigh as she left a message for Bonnie.
"Hey Bonnie…it's just me checking in again, seeing how you're doing. We miss you here…"
"Tell her we said hi!" Megan suddenly exclaimed.
I shook my head at her as Elena chuckled before continuing with the message.
"Megan and Char say hi. Don't let your aunt drive you crazy. Come home soon. Love you."
Elena clicked the phone off just as Jenna came up.
"What are you guys doing out here?" she asked. "It's cold."
I shrugged, "Just out here. Got bored in the house."
"Same reason," Megan piped up.
Jenna shook her head, looking over at Elena, "What about you?"
"Thinking, writing," Elena replied. She looked sad, "The, uh, for Bonnie's grandma brought back a lot of memories of mom and dad. I was wondering…" She paused biting her bottom lip before continuing a few minutes later, "You said that you were going to do some digging about them…the adoption…"
"Oh and you told us that you would tell us the story about why we're Elena's cousins," Megan and I added in unison.
"Right," Jenna said looking like she didn't want to tell us anything, but knew that she had to.
"So did you? Dig?" Elena questioned.
Jenna nodded towards the door, "Come inside."
With a nod, we all got up and followed Jenna inside the house.
-0-
"Your dad kept everything from his medical practice—records, logs, old appointment books," Jenna said at the table on the computer. Megan, Elena, and I were hovered over her looking over at the stuff Jenna showed us on the computer. She continued to speak, "I found an entry from the night you were born. Patient and a birth date." Jenna looked at us, "Isobel Peterson."
"Do you think that's her real name?" Megan questioned, taking the words out of Elena's mouth.
"Pregnant teenage runaway? Probably not…" Jenna answered. "But a first name, maybe. But where's she get Peterson? Classmate? Best Friend? So I binged it. I searched for all the Petersons in the in this area born the same year as Isobel, found 3-2 men and a woman named Trudie, who lived in Grove Hill, Virginia."
"Wow, that's not far from here," Elena said surprised.
Jenna hid a grin, "Well watch this." She clicked on something and picture popped up which showed a young blonde, a young brunette and another young brunette, wearing cheerleading uniforms. Elena looked at the two young brunettes closely. She could defiantly see some similarities between the two girls.
"Isobel? She was a cheerleader," Elena said sharing a smile with us.
Looking at the other brunette, I wondered who she was.
"Trudie still lives here," Jenna told us. She handed Elena a piece of paper, "This is her address."
"What about Isobel?
"I couldn't find anything about her. Listen. There's something else. Mr. Saltzman, Rick, his wife was from around here, and her name was also Isobel."
"Wait… "Was," as in...?"
"She died," Jenna said sadly.
Elena didn't say anything but looked at her aunt sadly. I decided to change the subject.
"Who's this?" I asked, pointing to the brunette next to Isobel.
"That is your and Megan's mother," Jenna said. "And she's also Isobel's sister…"
Megan's mouth dropped as did mine and Elena's.
"So…that's my real aunt," Elena said after she had gotten over her shock…well she still had a shocked look on her face but at least her mouth wasn't open anymore.
Jenna nodded, "Yeah…when Isobel came to live with your parents, she also brought her little sister and her sister's two little girls who were born a couple days before Elena…"
"Wow," I said in shock. I immediately wanted to know more and I didn't have to wait that long for Jenna to start speaking again.
"But when Isobel left leaving Elena, her sister also left leaving you and Megan." Jenna looked at me and Megan, "Your mother did come back though when you two were three years old, Elena was only two."
"What was our mother's name?" Megan was the one who asked this question.
"Her name was Mandy short for Amanda."
"Is Mandy still alive?" I asked looking hopefully.
Jenna looked sad again, "No…Mandy died in a car crash and that was the last we saw you and Megan. Elena's dad was the doctor who operated on Mandy after she got into that car crash but was unable to save her. Before she died, she told Elena's dad to go look for you two … but as much as he looked he couldn't find you."
"That's awful," Megan and I said in unison with Elena nodding in agreement.
"What about our father?" Megan enquired.
Jenna shrugged, "I have idea who your real father or even Elena's."
I didn't know what to say and looking at Megan and Elena, neither did they.
-0-
"And apparently, Mr. Saltzman's wife might be Elena's birthmother," I said to Stefan as me and Megan sat on Elena's bed while Elena was putting up clothes. Stefan was standing in the room where he could see all of us.
"His wife might have been your mother and your aunt," Stefan said to Elena, Megan, and I.
Elena nodded from her spot near her dresser, "It can't be true right? I mean the coincidence alone is just crazy." She sighed as she turned to face Megan, Stefan, and I holding up the address that Jenna gave her, "I have the address for her friend Trudie…"
"Are you going to go talk to her?" Megan asked from her spot next to me on Elena's bed.
"I don't know…" she replied as she sat down on the bed on the other side of me. She sighed again, "If it's true and they are the same person that means my birth mother is dead, I don't know if I could deal with that."
"Did Jenna tell you anything about Alaric's wife? How she died?" Stefan asked.
"No," I replied. "Just that she was killed and that the case was never solved…"
"But you already knew that, didn't you Stefan?" Megan said, seeing the look on Stefan's face that he had on the TV show.
Stefan sighed and nodded, "The night at the school when he attacked me, he told me some things about her death."
"Well—"Elena started to ask but Stefan interrupted her before she could finish her question, already knowing what she was going to ask.
"It's not possible," Stefan said shaking his head. "The coincidence is—too much." He looked over at Elena, "Now, listen if you decide you do want to go talk to her, I'll go with you."
"So will we," Megan and I said in unison, placing a hand on each of Elena's shoulders.
"Thanks guys," Elena told us with a fond smile. "But…I don't know what I'm going to do yet…"
Stefan nodded, "I should get going. I gotta deal with Damon."
At the mention of Damon, I was instantly concerned. I hoped he was doing okay… I voiced my thoughts out loud.
"How's he doing?" I asked trying and succeeding to keep the worry from my tone of voice. I ignored the amused look that Megan was giving. She obviously knew I was concerned. That's what I get for telling her… oh well she's my best friend, what can you do?
"He's dealing in his own way."
'Well that's reassuring' I thought to myself sarcastically, still feeling concerned.
Third person POV…
Music blared around the living room of the Salvatore boarding house as Damon fed on one sorority girl that he compelled last night. Other girls were dancing around him that all had bite marks on them while he swayed back and forth with the girl he was feeling on in his arms.
"How do I taste?" The girl giggled as Damon pulled away from her neck, blood all over his mouth.
"Oh so much better than your friends," he whispered seductively and drunkenly in her ear causing her to giggle again. "But Shh…don't tell them…"
"Oh…my…god!"
Damon looked up and smiled seductively at the sight of Char, looking at him with an open mouth and a shocked look on her face.
"Charlene, my sexy human girl! How are you on this fine day?"
Charlene's POV…
I continued to look at Damon shocked. I had only just entered the boarding house and there was Damon…drinking from some sorority girl in his arms. Jealousy tugged at my heart at the sight but I didn't let it show on my face as I crossed my arms over my chest, scowling at him.
It was an hour since the girls and I talked to Stefan about my aunt Isobel. I decided to go to the boarding house to talk to Stefan a little bit more and to see how Damon is REALLY doing. I know Damon did this scene with those half naked girls in the show, but it hurts even more in real life. The only person I told that I have a small crush on Damon was Megan.
Damon just continued to smirk at me seductively as he swayed back and forth with the girl giving me a smirk that seemed to say, 'I have him and you don't'. My eyes flashed and I forced back a growl.
"Damon, what the hell are you doing?" I demanded with the scowl still on my face and accidently letting out some jealousy.
"What's the matter Char?" he slurred out his question. "Is that jealousy I hear?"
I scoffed, "Again I don't get jealous. I was just wondering what you did with those girls."
"They're my play things right now." Damon smirked, "You can be one if you like."
I looked at him disgusted. Sure I was jealous of the girls he was feeling but I defiantly didn't want to be apart this.
"That's disgusting Damon," I said. "I'm leaving."
I turned away to walk away but a couple seconds later, I found myself pressed up against the near wall with Damon's body pressed against mine. I flushed as he started to sniff my hair and then my neck.
"Come on Char…stay and have some fun," he murmured into my neck as he started to press soft kisses to it.
'Shit' I thought, groaning in my mind. Why does this have to feel so good? I immediately shook my head causing Damon to pull away and rest his forehead on mine.
Out loud I snapped, "Damon…you're drunk and I would never have "fun" with you. You're type of fun is being an ass and killing people."
"Come on char, I haven't had a taste of human for so long," Damon said burring his face back into my neck, sniffing my neck once more as his hands were touching my waist. Thankfully he wasn't pressing anymore soft and intoxicating kisses to my neck who knew how much I could take of that, before I broke all the rules.
"Oh yeah, what about those others girls?" I asked. I knew I should push Damon away but I was too distracted by the fact that his body was pressed against mine. One didn't really think when they had Damon Salvatore pressed against you.
"Oh you don't have to worry about them, they're just going to get headaches," Damon mumbled into my neck before pulling away to look in my eyes. With his body still pressed against mine, he moved his hands so that they were cupping my face and said in a whisper, "I'm more interested in you…but don't tell those girls…they'll get super jealous of you."
Suddenly lights came on and the music was turned off. I turned my head and flushed at the sight of Stefan and immediately pushed Damon away before running a hand through my hair nervously.
Damon groaned, "No. Buzz kill Bob. Greetings!"
Stefan looked at me and I gulped. Oh boy, I REALLY hope he doesn't get the wrong idea on what's going on. I felt nervous as he looked at me, so I looked away from his stare. Once I couldn't feel his gaze anymore on me, I looked back and saw he was staring at Damon. I tried to move away from Damon since I was being held back anymore but he looped his arm around my waist, pulling me against his side. I grunted in disapproval but didn't say anything as I crossed my arms over my chest. Damon seriously needs to keep his hands to himself…
"Can we talk?" Stefan asked.
"Yeah…"
Stefan nodded his head towards the sorority girls, "Without the tri-delts."
I finally spoke up finally removing Damon's arm from around my waist, "And without Char cuz she's leaving."
Stefan then looked over at me concerned. "Are you alright? What happened?" he questioned
I looked over at Damon with a forced glare, "I don't know…why don't you ask your idiot drunk brother what happened?"
"Oh come on Char." Damon pouted at me, "We were having so much fun." He smiled at me seductively but didn't move closer to me like I thought he was going to do, "I thought you liked having fun."
I scoffed. "You were having you 'fun'," I said. "But I was not." I rolled my eyes, looking over at Stefan, "I'll see you later Stef."
Stefan nodded and I left the boarding house.
Third person POV…
After Char was gone, Damon pouted at Stefan, "Thank you brother. You drove the sexy human girl away." Stefan narrowed his eyes at brother at the last part he said but Damon ignored it as he continued, "Now want to do you want?"
"I said we need to talk…" Stefan looked over at the sorority girls who continued to dance, "Alone."
Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of them," Damon said. Then he whispered, "They're really good at keeping secrets."
A couple minutes later, the two brothers stood away from the sorority girls who were now sitting on the couch, glancing at them every so often.
"You're worried about me. That's nice. Don't be. There's no need. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? Spent the last 145 years with one goal, get in that tomb. I succeeded. Granted, Abigail wasn't in there to be rescued, but why dwell? No, it's so liberating not having a master plan, because I can do whatever the hell I want."
Stefan sighed, "That's kind of what I'm afraid of."
"Relax," Damon drawled out. "I haven't killed anyone in – too long."
"Those girls?" Stefan asked, nodding to the girls on the couch.
"Like I told Charlene, those girls will end up in their dorm rooms with headaches," Damon replied. "Think they blacked out. Business as usual. Predictably you didn't pull me over here for a pep talk." He pressed the vodka bottle that in his hand against Stefan's chest, "So drink up. Spill it brother."
"There was a woman you may have known from a few years back named Isobel in North Carolina at Duke."
"You wanna discuss the woman in my past right now? Seriously?"
"You killed her," Stefan told him bluntly.
"And your point?"
"I just—I just wanna know if you remember anything about her."
Damon rolled his eyes, "Oh it's like a nettle in a haystack."
"Well, think hard," Stefan pressed. "It's important."
Damon's hands clasped down on Stefan's shoulder and said into his ear, "Nothing is important. Not anymore." He pulled back and said, "Great chat." Damon then smirked, "I have to go and exploit some woman in the name of grief, which I'm sure you understand."
He walked away swaying on his feet slightly as he said to Stefan, "'Tttfn,' said the tri-delt." He chuckled under his breath leaving Stefan staring after him.
Charlene's POV...
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked concerned, looking over at Elena as we stood in front of the front door of Trudie Peterson's house.
"Yeah...you don't have to if you don't want to," Megan said to Elena.
Elena nodded, "I'm sure I wanna do this."
Megan and I nodded. Elena hesitated for a few minutes about whether or not to knock on the door. Finally she knocked on the door and after waiting a couple minutes, she muttered to herself.
"I can't do this."
Megan and I nodded and we turned to walk away when we heard the door opening. We turned back around and found ourselves looking at an older Trudie Peterson. She looked exactly like she did on the TV show. After staring at each other for a minute, Elena spoke up in an uncertain voice.
"Trudie? Tru-Trudie Peterson?"
"Yes." Trudie answered.
Megan and I stayed quiet, knowing that Elena should tell this Trudie alone.
"Uh, my name is Elena Gilbert," Elena said a little bit nervously. "I wanted to talk to you about Isobel Flemming."
Trudie looked surprised, "Well, I haven't heard that name in years. How do you know her?"
"I think that, um, well…" Elena took a deep breath and asked, "Do you know if she had a baby she gave up for adoption?"
Trudie stared at Elena shocked. "Oh my god. You're her daughter."
"Yep," Megan said brightly. "And we're Megan and Charlene. Mandy's daughters."
"Wow…" Trudie mumbled. Then in a clear voice she said, "I was just gonna make some tea. Would you three like some?"
I smiled. "Sure," I said as Elena and Megan nodded in agreement.
And with that, we entered the house as Trudie closed the door behind us.
TBC...