" Cheyanne, it's time for me to go. My brother is back, he has decided to grace this town with his presence again. I don't want to bring you into this. Especially not after losing your parents and Elena." Damon sadly said brushing through his firecrackers beautiful unruly blond hair. He could feel her whole body tense and her heart beat speed up as he said this. Cheyanne jumped up her lapis azuli blue eyes sparking with anger. She was wearing one of his black t-shirts and some lacy underwear as they were cuddling in bed after having a fun wild night. Damon had been there before her parents and sister had died. They hadn't gotten along at first, because he had had his eyes sat on her little sister, but after awhile they grew an unbreakable bond. He had stayed through the accident that almost destroyed her, which solidified their relationship. He told her everything. She knew who he was and what he was. She knew his past, she knew her sister was the doppelganger of his Katherine, and she was a doppelganger for Katherine's best friend, and also Damon's true love before Katherine started playing her games.
"No. Damon you aren't running from this. Don't give up everything we have worked on." Cheyanne pleaded as Damon got up and walked over to her, sadness in his eyes. She could see the storm of emotions going through his head at that moment. Yes she knew all his secrets, but he knew hers as well.
" I know you can't be compelled. But I want you to forget about me, forget our love, forget this summer. Move on, be happy. It's your senior year, party, drink, graduate. Enhance your powers, do your badass chick thing. But you have to do it without me. He will make his appearance, and he will lock onto you. Maybe he is better for you… ."Damon softly spoke cupping her heart shaped face in his hands kissing her beautiful full lips after each sentence. She was amazing, and beautiful. He hadn't wanted to bring hell with him, but somehow his brother always found him. He had found out in a very frustrating way a few months back she couldn't be compelled. Yes she was a doppelganger, but she was something much worse. He knew she would be ok, and hopefully find a human to settle down with. By now her firey anger had sparked and she was punching him as she cried, and he held her arms.
"You are just giving up. I thought I meant more to you then that. You are just throwing me away like yesterday's trash!" Cheyanne yelled getting one last punch in before he grabbed her anger in his eyes. Their faces were just inches about she could smell his cologne that she loved so much.
" I love you more then anything in this world. That is why I am letting you go. I don't deserve you, I will only get you killed. I love you, but I can't do this anymore." He could feel her heart crashing at his words. She never let anyone in, and when she did he had destroyed her everything. He looked into those amazing blue eyes that now glistened from the tears rolling down her face. Her face went stone cold as she blankly stared at him. How could she give everything and this be how it ends. He was giving up on her. Her epic love… her badass…just giving up. As these emotions swirled around in her head he kissed her on the forehead then vanished out of her bay window. She plopped down on the floor no tears, nothing she put his shirt she was still wearing over her mouth and nose to smell that cologne, and groggily fall asleep.
That was Cheyanne Gilbert's last week of summer. Her alarm which was blaring let the bodies hit the floor, rang out through her room waking her for the first day of school.
"Ugh I really need to change that! "Cheyanne groaned as she threw her alarm on the ground, the memory of her and Damon choosing that as an appropriate song for them as they sat cuddled up in her room in her vampire's suck blanket. It had been ironic at the time, they had laughed. She rolled up in her dark fairy blanket groaning as the sun shone through the bay window. She really didn't want to get up, she didn't want to face the masses at school. Their apologetic looks, all of them compelled to forget about the one thing that had helped her get through. He had made quick work of wiping any trace of himself away from this town. And all she could do was keep quiet,and ignore the pain. The flipping asshole.
"Chey? Chey? Come on we are going to be late!" her little brother Jeremy said softly as he sat beside her on her bed. He still knew. Damon had at least left her her baby brother. He had come in that night and sat hugging her while she sat broken in the middle if her room. He then ducked and dived as she rampaged through her room throwing things that reminded her of him. She bought a new comforter, new pillows since her pillows and sheets smelled liked him. She had considered getting a new bed frame, but her aunt Jenna had told her that was a bit obsessive. However she didn't know about the wild nights, about the scratch marks or the bed knob Damon had accidentally broken and never fixed.
" Come on. I know it sucks but at least you only have one year left. I have to endure this place for at least three more! Now get up, stop wallowing, and get ready!"Jeremy pushed as he unrolled her from her blanket and threw it across the room. He frowned when he saw that she was wearing Damon's shirt from the night he had destroyed his sister.
"Don't judge me. Get out so I can get dressed!" She frowned as he rolled his eyes and went back to his room through their shared bathroom. Cheyanne threw her naturally tanned legs over the side of her bed and stared towards the closet. Usually Elena would have been in her walk-in closet the night before throwing clothes around complaining how she didn't have any clothes. After a few hours she would hang an outfit out for Cheyanne on her closet door that she thought was suitable and fashionable enough. This time Cheyanne out of habit looked over to her closet to see nothing hung up. An air of sadness crept over her as she walked over to her closet and stared blankly at all her clothes. She wasn't like Elena. Elena was the shining star, cheerleader, straight A's, perfect. Long straight brown hair, tanned skin, brown eyes, and a sweetheart, America's sweetheart. Cheyanne want that. She had curly blond hair, lapis Azul blue eyes, curves for days, very gifted in the chest department, and was the wild child. She wasn't a rebel or anything drastic, she just wasn't Miss Mystic Falls. Her sister dated the quarterback, Cheyanne dated… well she dated Damon.
Shaking those thoughts away Cheyanne chose cutoff bluejeaned shorts that insinuated her big butt, and a black corset with a black leather jacket. She let her blond hair fall in waves down her back, as she put black eyeliner on and some lip-gloss. She finished this look off with black stiletto heels that had black ribbon that laced up her legs to her mid calf. She smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. She had always been popular, but not like her sister. She was perfect, Cheyanne was the hot bad chick you could look at but couldn't touch.
Cheyanne decided to go downstairs and caught the tail end of her Aunt Jenna's breakdown.
"Ugh, toast! I can make toast!" Jenna announced as her two teen charges came down the stairs. She had just barely started college and now she was in charge of trying to raise two pretty rebellious free spirited teens. She had no clue what she was doing.
"Aunt Jenna it's all about the coffee." Jeremy said as he filled his to-go cup with coffee smiling. He had actually taken this summer in strides. He and Chey of course drank A LOT especially this past week, and he started to smoke pot for a bit, but nothing major. Cheyanne is the one who took it the hardest at first, until Damon.
"Gross. Nah I will take my Dr. Pepper and be on my way. "Cheyanne said scrunching her nose as Jeremy shoved his cup under her nose, knowing she hated coffee. She shoved him playfully out of the way as she got a plastic bottle of Dr. Pepper from the fridge and walked over to the kitchen island, where Jenna was still freaking out as she went through her purse.
"What am I forgetting? Lunch money… number two pencils?" Jenna said frantically as she held up a twenty and a few pencils. Jeremy and Cheyenne laughed she grabbed the money.
"Nope we are good, but you are late, so late for an important date! "Cheyenne teased as she looked at the clock. Jenna stared at Cheyenne in confusion for a split second the slammed her hands down on the counter.
"My meeting with my professor… it's like.. Right now! "Jenna said frantically as she ran to get her backpack from the foyer. " Are you two good?" Jenna asked freezing in place as she remembered she needed to make sure they were good.
"We are fine. Go!" Cheyenne said laughing as Jenna nodded and ran out to her car.
"So we ready to go?" Jeremy asked throwing Cheyenne her car keys. The last gift her daddy had given her. For her eighteenth birthday he had gotten her a red mustang convertible, like she had begged for for years. Cheyenne looked at the keys hands shaking. They can do this. Damon had driven her everywhere since the accident, she sighed as they walked outside and got into her mustang. She started it and backed out of the driveway and then finally started to relax as they rolled down the street. They made small talk until they rolled into the school parking lot where their friends were scattered about waiting for them.
"Are you ready for this?" Jeremy asked as they both looked around at all the sympathetic looks they were getting.
"Sure why not. At least now you can play the sympathy card to get some girls this year!" Cheyenne teased as Jeremy laughed shaking his shaggy black hair and stepping out of the passenger side door. Cheyanne looked over to the tree lines as a few of Jeremy's friend surrounded him high fiving and catching up. She felt weird like she was being watched. She saw a black raven staring at her from the tree line. She glared at it, anger boiling inside of her as she felt familiarity with it. She flipped the bird off as her friends walked over to her. The raven let out an indignant caw as it flew away.
"Hey Chey! How are you doing? "Cheyenne's best friend Meredith asked walking up to her as Cheyenne got out of the mustang glaring at the red head. Meredith paused then shook her head. "Sorry! I mean what's up! "Meredith said remembering how Cheyenne hated being asked how she was doing.
" Trying to get through this day without flipping out." Cheyenne said rolling her eyes as the little red head laughed " Let's go get our senior year started little friend! "Cheyenne said laughing as Meredith huffed at being called little. However given that she was eighteen and still only up to Chey's chin not wearing her stilettos, that was the on going tease between the two since pre-k. As the two walked into the school like they owned it stares and whispers surrounded them. Cheyenne kept her game face on all the way to her locker where she turned and sighed frowning into her locker, as Meredith had to walk a few lockers down to open hers.
" Hello there. A new low husky voice asked next to her. She closed her locker and turned to look at the new guy. He was an inch shorter then Cheyenne, short but wavy sandy blond hair, and was throwing off the loner hottie look with sunglasses on and leather jacket. Cheyenne glanced the new guy over waiting for him to continue.
"I'm new here. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, you looked like you were living through your worst nightmare. I'm Stefan, Stefan Salvatore." He said smoothly giving her a small smile. He had noticed her as soon as he had gotten into town. He had heard what happened to Elena her sister the one who looked liked Katherine, which was unfortunate, but this one.. She was beautiful. She had an attitude exactly like Camilia. She of course looked like her, but she had the same mannerisms and power. Katherine was in your face perfect, an attention seeker, Camilia was wild, in the background free, but still unknowingly getting attention. As Cheyenne scrunched her nose like Camilia used to when she was upset, or didn't like something. Her beautiful blue eyes sparked as her smile faded, she glared at him, turned her back and stomped away her stilettos clinking down the hall. A little red head pounced over to him anger written on her face.
"What did you do to Cheyenne? She has been through more then enough this summer to have to deal with new assholes in her life!" She fired at him leaving Stefan speechless not knowing what he had said or what had happened.