hi! happy new year!
Hope you've all been well, I've been busy with exams but we're back!
Sooo I caved and I've bought the seasons 1-5 boxset of tvd. It should be arriving next week so if there are some *inaccuracies* then hey! It's fanfiction, it's legal lmao
Sometimes I wonder...
I wonder what my ancestors were like. No, not my past lives, although thinking about that makes me wonder just how many ancestors I technically have...
But I wonder what they went through on a daily basis when they first arrived in Mystic Falls, or well, what would eventually be Mystic Falls. Did they roll up after weeks of travel? Look around and go "yeah, this looks good" and then just? Built their life here? Fighting off the world just to survive and make a life for themselves?
Who knows, certainly not me, I'm not exactly doing great in local history at the moment, despite today's event.
Which leads me to my current thought...
Do my ancestors take joy in the torture us descendants must go through with having to attend approximately one hundred and fifty-something events every year?
It's a unique form of torture, yes, but still!
As it was such a nice day, and practically the whole town was out helping with the historic nature park - how a park can be historic without having dinosaurs beats me - so my Mom insisted in the whole family getting involved and helping out.
Tyler had managed to weasel his way out if it though, with how busy his mom was with taking over the organisation of these big events. My phone occasionally pinged with a little message of something along the lines of "haha" from him which is just rubbing it in at this point.
Kieron was off somewhere with his friends, not actually having to do any work.
My mom was with Carol Lockwood who was currently making an announcement about how great this was, etcetera etcetera. My dad was hanging out with all the other dads of Kieron's friends, helping build up benches and tables quite happily.
And me? Well, since you asked so nicely...
I had met up with Caroline and Elena, the atmosphere still pretty tense from the days before. However, their relationship was different from Bonnie and I's where they didn't have to apologise and just bounced back to talking to each other. Sure it was a little tense, but it would eventually leave with time. Whereas Bonnie and I, well...we're a little more stubborn, unfortunately.
I miss her, our group hasn't been the same without her, and I understand these months have been rough for her, but I don't know what to do at this point...
Apologise? Maybe, but what would that do? She's even gone and cut off Caroline just for being a vampire. No, no apology is going to work, not right now anyway.
Anyway, it was a little tense when the three of us first started working together, and I got the nod from both parties that they wanted a quick chat on their own, hopefully, to talk things over, and so I went and found the resident troublemaker...
"What's a pretty thing like you doing here?"
Found him.
I turned to face Damon, trying not to smile at a stupid pick-up line like that. "Nothing much, which is going to get us in trouble pretty soon if we're not careful."
"Well let's get to it," he says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I wrap an arm around his waist and we head off to see what we can do.
Care and Elena were painting some plant pots, so that was out of the question, I was not keen on lifting heavy stuff from the vans, and so we headed over to where we could set up a drink and food stand.
I still hadn't spoken to my parents about Damon and me yet, and so while we were here it was probably best to avoid being all touchy-feely right in front of them.
"What's up with Elena and blondie?" Damon asked me as we unfolded the table.
"What do you mean?" I asked, realising we were in quite close proximity to the pair. I smack his arm. "Don't listen in!"
"What? It's so juicy though."
"They had a bit of a fight," I explained briefly, "You know, now that night Elena and Stefan supposedly broke up? I still don't believe it."
"Neither do I," he agreed. "It's just a fight, got to be."
"Got to be," I repeated.
"Speaking of fights..." Damon said, narrowing his eyes over my shoulder.
Turning around I try to see exactly what he's looking at, my eyes eventually falling on none other than Stefan and Mason.
"What are they talking about?"
"Oh, so now you want me to listen in on people?"
"Damon."
"It's nothing, just Stefan trying to apologise on my behalf," Damon said with a roll of his eyes. Despite what he said though, I couldn't help but keep an eye on them, leaving Damon to set up the second table on his own.
The exchange between the vampire and werewolf looked civil enough, despite Stefan grabbing Mason by the hand. It even ended in a handshake, but something didn't feel right about that.
"Alright, we're all done here," Damon said, dusting his hands off. "Now someone from the catering crew can deal with the rest, let's go see what Saint Stefan has to say."
"Actually," I say, stepping back, "I'm gonna go back and see Elena and Caroline, make sure they haven't killed each other, you know?"
"Alright, sounds good," he says, "Meet up later?"
"Yup," I reply, going on my tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek. "See you later!"
We head our separate ways, me heading back to where I had last seen them painting and Damon to whatever Stefan and Mason were talking about. I just wanted some normal high school drama today, not supernatural. The plant pots were all painted and lined up nicely, and so they had moved over to the recently built bandstand to give it some paint.
I grabbed a fresh paintbrush before heading over to them.
"So," I interrupt, announcing my presence, "Are we friends again?"
"Yup," Caroline happily replied.
"Yeah," Elena smiled, although it didn't seem to reach her eyes. "Friends."
I smiled back, she's probably still a bit awkward after making up. It happens.
"So, what'd I miss?" I asked.
"Well..." Caroline began, proceeding to go into a full-blown rant about how her mom was making an effort just when she was trying to avoid her the most, which is kind of ironic and funny but not in the funny way. "Anyway," she sighed, calming down. "How are things with you and Stefan? Anything?"
I hope we don't get into another girl fight over this...
To my surprise though, Elena sighs, continuing to paint. "No, nothing. Not since the fight. He's been pushing me away ever since, thinking that Katherine might get jealous enough to hurt me. I just don't know how to change his mind."
"I mean, in Stefan's defence, that does sound like her," I shrugged, freezing when I realised what I'd said. Girl talk, no logic, don't defend the boyfriend who is causing waves. "But I mean, screw what Stefan thinks, he's not the all-knowing power in the world."
Elena rolls her eyes in amusement as Caroline squats down next to her. "Maybe Stefan's right, you did say she was dangerous. I mean, she killed me for god sake."
"I know that she's dangerous, and I am sorry you got caught in the cross-fire of all this it just..." Elena sighs, "I just feel like we're giving up. I just thought..."
After a pause, Caroline asked, "Thought what?"
Elena shrugged, "I just thought we were stronger than that."
There was nothing much else to say on the matter, so we got back to work, making general conversation about what colour we were given for this, and how we think it would have looked so much nicer if we'd kept some of the natural wood colours instead of painting over anything - can you tell Caroline was the leader in these conversations?
I offered to go get us some bottles of water, heading back over to the stand Damon and I - okay, mostly Damon - had built, the food and homemade lemonade alongside the many bottles of water and cans of juice ready to be consumed.
I grab three, and on my way back spot my dad with all the other dads, laughing at something that had been said. He looks over at me and I wave, halting when he indicates for me to come over.
Oh boy, what have I done now?
Acting innocent, because as far as I know, I am, I head over with a smile. "Hey, Dad, what's up?" I ask once I'm in range.
"I'm not your mom, so I'm not gonna beat around the bush."
Oh boy.
"Damon Salvatore."
Oh. Boy.
"I don't know what exactly is going on between the two of you," my dad continues, probably able to tell I am currently shitting bricks. "But if it's anything serious, I want him over for dinner next weekend."
Oh. Oh. Boy.
"Hold on a second, Dad - "
"No exceptions Skye, this is his one chance," he says, pointing the finger at me. The finger that means this is business. I'm screwed. "I'll talk to your mother after this, but I'm giving you plenty of time to get any homework or projects out of the way, plenty of time for him to clear his schedule. Got it?"
Damn it.
I nod my head. "Got it."
"Okay, now go have fun," Dad says, patting my arm and heading back towards his dad group.
Oh, damn it.
Well, so much for keeping this on the down-low. I mean, Damon and I haven't even talked about what this relationship is exactly like. It's new, we're keeping it fun and light in a sea of absolute teen and supernatural drama bullshit.
I mean, I know I like him, I've told him that, and I would like to see where this goes but...I don't know where he's at.
I sighed, realising that Katherine was - once again - being a problem in my life.
Approaching the bandstand again, I spot only Caroline but no Elena. In her place though was Damon.
The pair of them weren't speaking though, just staring off into space. Weird. "What're you two doing?" I asked, immediately getting shushed by them both after. "Wow, okay."
"Skye," Caroline whined, giving me a pointed look.
Spotting Stefan and Elena talking, I realise what's going on. "You guys are listening in on them?"
Damon and Caroline sigh as they turn away from the scene, pretending to be painting.
"Way to go, Skye, you gave us away," Damon grumbled.
I rolled my eyes, passing Caroline a bottle of water before dragging Damon to the side. "We need to talk."
He sighs, "What have I done now?"
I raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Did you do something?"
"Not that I know of."
"Hmm."
"Anyway?"
"Right," I said, biting my lip, "So, um, something tells me that maybe my dad has figured out something is going on between us."
Damon raised an amused eyebrow, "And what makes you say that?"
"Because he told me to invite you to family dinner next weekend..."
"...ah."
"And that if this anything serious that this is your one chance to show up."
"So that means...?"
"No reschedules, can't get out of it," I said hurriedly. I take a deep breath to try and calm my nerves before saying what I had to say, "So if all you wanted out of this was fun and casual I guess this is your ticket out."
"Wow, time out," Damon said, tap his hands together. "Who said I wanted a ticket out?"
"I dunno," I shrugged, hating myself for not being able to look at him properly. "I didn't want to assume anything so I..."
"Assumed the worst?" he asked smugly.
That tone of voice, the smirk making its way onto his face, it makes me smile without meaning to.
"Well, fine," I tease, begging turn to walk back to Caroline... "I see you want out of this so I'll just - " ...only to feel Damon grabbing me from behind, lifting and spinning me off my feet.
It's impossible not the laugh, for me at least, at this moment.
This feeling is addictive, the illusion that I'm free and not tied down but also able to rely on someone. No pressure, no expectations.
We joke about how he can at least prove to my parents he isn't a vampire by being able to walk in through the door, already giving him the advantage when I hear my phone go off.
I check and see a message from Tyler: "How's the event? You won't believe who I'm partying with right now"
I rolled my eyes, texting back "who?"
The reply that I got I will admit took me by surprise.
"Jeremy fuckin Gilbert"
"no way"
"Yes way! I mean, Sarah and Amy are here too but still"
"What is it?" Damon asked, taking a sip from the water I gave to him since Elena was still talking with Stefan.
"Tyler and Jeremy are hanging out," I said in disbelief, reading the messages again to be sure.
"Really?" he said, also looking sceptical. "That's weird, I thought they hated each other."
I shrugged, "Looks like there's a potential new bromance on the horizon."
"How exciting."
Suddenly Caroline comes out of left-field, grabbing a hold of my wrist. "Come on."
"What's up?"
"Elena ran off."
Ah, shit. I hope she's okay.
I wave goodbye to Damon, eyeing Stefan as we walked past him trying to find where Elena headed off to. Thankfully we had Caroline's super hearing now so it did make it slightly easier.
We end up walking away from the crowds, closer to the car park, finding Elena sitting at the edge of the stream, pulling grass from its roots. She looked worn down.
Caroline and I took a seat on either side of her.
"You okay?" Caroline asked.
"Nope," Elena replied, coldly.
"Maybe it's for the best..."
I leaned back to give Caroline a confused look. What the hell?
"It's not for the best Caroline," Elena snarked, "None of this is for the best."
Ouch. Even I felt that one.
"Guys, please don't fight again," I said, trying to keep the peace.
Elena sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm still...angry with what happened. I know you're trying to be a 'good friend'." The way she said those last two words, from where I was sitting - and it's a pretty close seat - it didn't sound genuine.
Whatever, brush it off, it's a tense day.
Quietly though, Caroline says, "No I'm not...I'm not being a good friend at all..."
Before either of us can ask what she means by that though, we spot Liz Forbes leaving towards the car park, on her phone. Caroline seems disappointed, but no surprised that her mom seems to have something on.
We head over the stream and Caroline asks her mom what's up. Even Elena and I can tell, a few feet away, that Liz is acting off which can only mean something supernatural is going on.
The three of us head back into the woods to a quieter area, further away from the crowds so Caroline can listen in and see if there's anything suspicious. She was convinced something was wrong, and after a few moments of shushing any questions Elena and I had, she gasped, finally seeming to have found something.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's Stefan and Damon," she replied before turning and running.
"What?!" Elena said, rushing after her.
I sighed, wondering what they've gotten themselves in for now before following them.
Thankfully all of us had appropriate shoes that were capable of running through the forest, or else this would have gone a lot differently.
We're almost where the old Lockwood dungeons are, where Tyler and I used to play as a kid before we were given into trouble and scared off. We came to a stop in a clearing a few yards before that though.
"What is it?" Elena asks Caroline who looks around the area.
"They've been here..." she says, raising her hand from one of the trees and revealing blood on her hand. She didn't struggle to hold back any hunger, meaning it was vampire blood.
They were hurt, both of them.
Fuck.
"What're you doing here?"
The three of us whirled around and found Mason standing across the clearing from us.
"Have you seen Stefan?" Elena asks, trying to play it casually.
But Mason isn't beating around the bush today, stepping forward saying, "Yeah, Elena, I've seen him. I've seen Damon too."
"Well, where are they?" Elena asks, not put off on him getting closer.
Perhaps for the first time, I take a look at Mason and realise that he could easily overpower most people. I remember back to the fair where he easily beat every single person at the arm wresting stand.
He's always been such a nice guy though, so funny and carefree that you forget that he could hurt you.
God, he's triggered his curse, he has killed someone already. Will he do it again?
It's too late to consider that though, as Mason reaches forward and grabs Elena, putting her in a choke hold, easily able to snap her neck in the blink of an eye.
"Necks snap easy around here," he says casually,
"Mason, please," I begged, wondering what was going through Tyler's uncle's head right now. I've never seen him act hostile to anyone, ever. "Just let her go."
"Just go home, Skye," he said, still tightly holding onto Elena. One snap was all it would take. "You're good for Tyler, you'd be there for him if anything happened. Just walk away from this."
"No can do, people we care about are in there," I replied coldly.
"Hm, it would be a shame if the Sheriff found there was another vampire around, her daughter no less."
Now he was making threats. Definitely not cool.
"I could take you," Caroline replied confidently.
Mason though, cocky as ever, went, "Really?"
"Yes."
In the blink of an eye, Elena was freed and Mason was held up against a tree.
"Told ya," Caroline grinned before kneeing him in the balls and shoving him to the ground and then kicking him into a tree.
Ouch.
Caroline is a certified badass!
With Mason now out of the way, Elena and I rushed ahead towards the old Lockwood cellars.
Caroline stops in front of one of them, listening in. After a moment she covers her mouth with her hand and I know something is going on down there.
"What's happening in there, Care?" I asked.
"My mom," she says, "She's killing them."
"What?" Elena says before storming down the stairs.
"No, no, no, wait," Caroline says, grabbing my arm before I can follow Elena. "I-I can't go down there, she's going to find out about me..."
"I know you're scared Care," I told her, holding onto her hand tightly. "But they're going to die if we do nothing. You don't have to come down, you've already gotten us here, okay?"
I slip from her grasp, trying to ignore her crestfallen face as I rush down to join Elena.
I manage to catch up just in time to see Elena smack an officer with a plank of wood, joining her to rush into the dank, old cellar where Liz Forbes and other officers stood with their guns pointed at Damon and an unconscious Stefan, both of them laying on the floor.
"Girls, what are you doing?" Liz asks, pointing her gun at us.
"You can't kill them, we're not going to let you," Elena says.
The officer from before recovers and pushes us into the room, also holding his gun up at us.
I could pretty much guarantee that Liz wouldn't shoot us - I mean, I would sure hope she wouldn't but after seeing what Mason pulled just there...no, she doesn't have the malice to hurt us, I can see it.
But the other two officers...I'm not sure about.
And so I stand by the wall with Elena, looking between them for only a moment before the door shuts seemingly on its own.
And then the officer on our right is gone.
Then the officer on our left.
Until Liz is the only police officer left alive, watching as her daughter walks out from the shadows, blood covering her face.
"Hi, mom," Caroline says.
Liz lowers her gun, a heartbreaking look on her face. Without a word, she steps back, unable to look at anyone or anything in particular until she finally takes a seat against the wall.
Too many problems, just...damn it!
I rush over to where Damon is on the ground, kneeling beside him.
"What do you need?" I ask, trying to assess the injuries.
"Bullets out, blood in," he groans.
"God, this is gross."
"Skye, please."
"I'm sorry, I will I just..." I take a deep breath before rolling my sleeve up and...well, digging in.
While I'm pulling wooden bullets out of Damon's chest - how many times did they actually shoot him? - Elena is doing to the same, only trying to get Stefan to wake up at the same time.
The longer Stefan was asleep, the more concerning it was becoming.
From the bloodstains on each of their shirts, it was clear Damon had been shot more times and yet...
With a gasp, Stefan finally awakens only to cry out in pain, all of the bullets not yet removed.
"Welcome back, brother," Damon says, groaning as I pulled out another bullet.
"I think that's the last one," I say, wiping my face on my shoulder, my hands covered in blood.
I help to sit Damon up with a groan. "It's not," he says, sticking his fingers into his thigh and yanking out another bullet. "But I'll get the rest."
Oh thank god, I don't think I could have handled any more.
After Damon has removed all the bullets from himself, he pats Stefan's shoulder asking if he's alright before going on to feed one of the deputies who Caroline killed.
That's...such a weird thing to think.
I look over at Caroline, blood still on her face as she sits a few feet away from her mom, neither of them looking at each other.
I walk over and sit next to her. "Are you okay?"
She shrugs. "Not really."
I nod my head, realising this day couldn't have gotten much worse. "We'll figure it all out. Just...one step at a time, okay?" She nods her head, though her usual upbeat attitude has been something I've missed lately. I lay my head on her shoulder, not wanting to get Damon's blood on her clothes but still wanting to show her some comfort.
Stefan eventually sits up, though he definitely doesn't look so good. Elena continues to rub his back as if easing him through having too many bad drinks in one night.
"You need to get some deputy blood in you," Damon tries to tell him, after having some deputy blood himself.
"I'll be fine," Stefan waves off, not quite sounding it. "It's just gonna take me a bit longer..."
"Damon's right, if there's ever a time to break your diet..." Caroline said.
"He said he didn't want it," Elena interrupted.
I sit up, saying to Caroline quietly, "It's not so much a diet but a dietary requirement, if you get what I'm saying."
She looks a little confused, as you would hearing a vampire not able to drink human blood would, but she nods her head anyway, not in the mood to be asking questions.
Damon gets to his feet with a sigh, stretching out. "This..is a most unfortunate situation. Two deputies dead, and you..." he turned to where Liz was quietly sitting, "What're we gonna do with you?"
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" Caroline asks, making her mom turn to her.
The blood still covering her mouth probably doesn't help, and Liz doesn't even look like she's seeing her daughter. She's looking at Care like she would a stranger.
Not good.
"Mom? Please. I know that...we don't get along, and that you hate me, but I'm your daughter, and you'll do this for me right?" Caroline asks, her voice breaking.
And my heart breaks for her, realising she's going through what just about every queer kid has gone through, the fear that perhaps the love you think your parents will always have for you won't always be there...
"He'll kill you, please," Caroline begs.
"Then kill me," Liz says after a moment's pause, turning to look up at Damon.
"No!" Caroline cries.
"I can't take this..." her mom says emotionlessly, "Kill me, now."
"Oh," Damon says, stepping closer to Liz, "But you were going to drag it out so painfully."
He lifts her to her feet, making everyone in the room start yelling at him: "Damon!" "Don't!" "Stop!"
"Relax, guys," Damon says, rolling his eyes, "No one's killing anybody." He looks at Liz. "You're my friend."
I smile, knowing he wouldn't have hurt Liz. He was just being an asshole.
He turns back to the rest of the group, looking around the room. "We gotta clean this up..."
And with a groan we all get to our feet and begin the work of, well, covering up a homicide I guess.
Goddamnit, not how we wanted this day to go at all...
After clearing everything up, Stefan and Elena took Liz back to the boarding house where she would be locked in their cellar for the time being. Caroline went home to pick up some clothes for her mom, and I stayed with Damon, helping him bury a couple of bodies.
Definitely not how this day was supposed to go.
"Is this deep enough?" I asked from the hole I dug, already exhausted and feeling the hurt on my hands.
"It'll do," Damon says, dragging up one of the bodies from the cellar and dumping him in.
"Wait," I said, stopping him before he could cover him up. I knelt beside the man, checking his pockets before coming across a wallet.
"What are doing, robbing the man now that he's dead?"
"No," I said, checking the insides, "I'm seeing if he had a family..."
"Oh..."
I don't know whether to feel better or worse when I don't find a picture of him with any family, or any photos of kids, or even any of a cat or dog. I wouldn't chalk it up to morbid curiosity, but I think deep down I know that I didn't want someone to feel like how Matt felt, unsure whether their family was dead or alive. And I don't know what we could have done but...
Well, either way, he doesn't so. That's that.
I step out and away, allowing Damon to cover the holes with the two deputies inside.
Looking at my hands, I try and blink away the tears. The blood, the muck and grime sticking to them. I look like I've been through a war and yet no, it was just another day in Mystic Falls...
How the hell did we end up like this?
"Hey," Damon says, appearing in front of me, gently lifting my head to look up at him. "Are you okay?"
I shake my head, dropping my hands and laying my head on his chest. "It's been a long day..."
His arms wrap around me in response, one hand gently rubbing my back. "It has," he says, resting his chin on my head. "I'm sorry it turned out like this... If I hadn't provoked Mason in the first place then maybe this wouldn't have happened."
"Don't put this on you," I sigh, "Mason's...different. He would have tried something like this sooner or later. I'm just glad we got to you both on time."
"So am I," Damon says, pulling back, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Thank you for coming to save me."
I smile up at him, "Anytime."
We finish up here, Damon taking the fast route of vampire speed since the others drove back and took the cars.
And I remind myself I should probably message my mom about where I was heading.
Asking Damon to send my mom a message rather than get me a rag to clean my hands with may have been my first mistake, because once he had access to my phone it was practically impossible to get it back off him, even after I had rushed to the kitchen and scrubbed them clean.
"Now this, this is a cute photo!"
"Damon!" I called, rushing after him into the library where he sat quite happily. "Did you even send the message I asked you to?"
"Yeah, your mom says it's fine for you to stay over."
I gaped. "I didn't - what did you say to her?!" I asked, practically leaping over the back of the sofa to try and grab my phone, to no avail.
"Just would it be okay if you stayed over with Caroline," he said smugly, now sitting on the sofa opposite. "Aw, look at you in your little cheerleading uniform, do you still have that?"
I glared at him when suddenly my phone rang.
"Don't you dare answer that!"
"Hello, Skye's phone, Damon speaking!"
"Damon!"
Wordcount: 5,091 - woulda been more but it didnt save some cries o well will be in the next chapter
Proofread?: well yes but also it didnt save so hmm
Hi! It's been a minute lmao, how yall doing? Hopefully not too bad. This chapter was a lil difficult to get out for no reason other than I had to study right after making the outline and anything that touches the study button just gets ignored sooo yeahhh
Anyway! I hope yall enjoyed this chapter, I'm gonna aim to get the next one out soon.
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Bloopers? Yeah, let's call them that.
They didn't make the cut! Either because other stuff was happening at the same time or because it didn't fit the moment properly. Maybe I'll do more of these, who knows! But do let me know if it's something that half interests you lmao
-Damon, choking on the vervain spiked lemonade
"What happened?" I asked Stefan who was trying to help his brother to breathe.
"Vervain..." Damon managed to wheeze out, pushing the cup of lemonade into my hand in exchange for the water bottle I had.
I look around, spotting the Sherif and Mason standing a few feet away, talking seriously.
Ruh roh.
I quickly take a gulp and immediately spit it out, very over-dramatically. "Wow! That lemonade sure is spicy!"
"Spicy?" Stefan asks.
"Yeah," I said loudly, turning to the girls running the stand. "This stuff is very spicy indeed!"
"Knock it off, Skye..." Damon wheezed from the side.
"I don't think lemonade can be spicy," the little girl huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Oh yeah?" I said, crossing my own arms over my chest, "Well this one is!"
"Is not."
"Is too!"
"Grab her, Stefan..."
"Is not!"
"Is - hey! Put me down Stefan!"
