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Season 1 Episode 9 History Repeating
I hadn't slept well that night. After my crying fit I slept for about thirty minutes before I was awoken by a nightmare. Instead of Damon killing Lexi, it was Damon killing me. His face was that of his vampire form, and without warning he sunk his teeth into my neck, sucking the life from me. I had woken up screaming, alerting my mom and she came to my rescue. She had slept in my bed, comforting me every time I woke up.
"You ok?" She asked when I rolled out of bed. I looked like an absolute mess, but at that point I didn't care. My hair was knotted and sweaty, my clothes were sticking to my damp skin, and my eyes were red and puffy. Not to mention the dark circles under them. I shook my head to answer her question. I hadn't explained what happened, I couldn't. I just told her that the nightmares were from some movie I had watched.
"Maybe you shouldn't go to school." She offered, watching me pour a mug of coffee. "I can call in and I can stay home with you."
"You know we can't afford that." I replied. As much as her offer tempted me, I wasn't going to make her stay home because I was afraid. "I'll be fine."
"You're worrying me baby." She admitted. I swallowed. "Is there something going on?"
Well, I'm friends with the niece of my absentee father, who was dating a vampire. My friend Bonnie is a witch. I had a crush on a psychopathic vampire who has drank from me several times. My coworker and classmate is dead because of said psychopathic vampire and on top of that I had to go to school.
"Nothing." I lied. She sighed, not wanting to push me. I was cranky and irritable. I wanted sleep but every time I closed my eyes all I could see was Damon stabbing a stake through Lexi just to save his own skin. It made my skin crawl. The thought of Damon killing someone for his own personal gain made me sick to my stomach. It proved to me how selfish he truly was. Lexi had done nothing to him, and yet he killed her.
Mom drove me to school. She tried to talk to me, but I didn't take the bait. I didn't want to talk. I wanted to be alone, maybe scream a little. I didn't want to discuss my problems or talk about my feelings. I would rather keep them bottled up and let myself wallow in my own self-pity. I was an absolute mess.
I barely said a goodbye to her when I got out of the car. I didn't want her to worry, but the more she pushed me the more I wanted to tell her and I knew that I couldn't. I headed toward my locker, hiding my face from everyone, much like the old me. I headed into history, sitting in my normal seat. Elena wasn't far behind me. She looked to me and did a double take on seeing my appearance. I looked away, not wanting her attention.
"Good morning everyone." A young man said upon entering the classroom. He then began writing on the board. ALARIC SALTZMAN was clear as day on the board in his scribbled handwriting.
"Alaric Saltzman. It's a mouthful, I know. Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue." He said, cracking a few smiles. "Saltzman is of German origins. My family immigrated here in 1755 to Texas. I, however, was born and raised in Boston."
I didn't understand why he was giving us a history lesson on his name or family. Usually substitutes just told us to shut up while they did their own thing. This one was much more involved.
"Now the name Alaric belongs to a very dead great-grandfather I will never be able to thank enough." He continued. "You'll probably want to pronounce "Alaric" but it's "Alaric," okay? So, you can call me Rick. I'm your new history teacher."
My ears perked up at that. The last I heard they weren't going to have another teacher for a while. I was surprised they got someone this quick. I was also surprised at how he expected us to call him by a name other than Mr. Saltzman. Rick was young, probably late twenties early thirties. He was handsome and in very good shape. I could tell that he was kind, but he meant business. He was a much bigger improvement than Tanner.
Despite my immediate like for Mr. Saltzman, I didn't pay attention to his lesson. I was too busy off in my own thoughts. I knew that it was stupid to miss Damon, especially after seeing his true colors last night. Especially since I had been the one to tell him to go away. I was the one who told him to leave me alone, and even with the nightmares and the reservations I wish I hadn't. I think I was more scared of my ever growing feelings for him than actually him. There was something about him that made me believe he wouldn't hurt me, but I could never be too sure. I was never positive what Damon was thinking or feeling, but I liked to think he had a soft spot for me.
"Miss Gilbert." I heard as I was walking out of class. I turned, Elena giving me a look but I just waved her off. She and Bonnie exited the classroom but I assumed they were just outside the door waiting.
"Yeah." I replied, not in the mood for this. I hadn't done anything, but I considering my luck today I probably was about to get scolded anyway. From a closer viewpoint I could see Rick's blue eyes, not like Damon's icy ones, but more cool and tame. He had a kind smile and a handsome face. He was already much better than Tanner.
"I was looking through your old teachers records and found that you are supposed to complete an assignment instead of serving a punishment." He said, looking through papers. I felt my stomach drop, I hadn't picked up that stupid book since Tanner's death. I didn't think it would count since he was gone.
"Yeah…" I said. He looked up and gave a small smile. It wasn't a condensing smile or the one that I would get when someone, Damon usually, was enjoying my nervousness. No this was a good kind of grin, one that tugged at your soul a little bit.
"Don't worry." He said, tossing out a folder that must have been Tanners. "I won't make you do it."
I felt a weight be lifted from my shoulders. I liked this guy, he seemed very fair and understanding. I wondered if that was because he was young and knew what it was like to be a teenager compared to the older than dirt teachers who had long forgotten. Not that being a teen was an excuse for any bad behavior, but it seems like we are put under all of this pressure and not a lot of people try to understand that.
"What did you do that was so bad he made you read his own book?" He asked, seeming like he thought the assignment was bogus. I shrugged, blushing a little. It felt like so long ago, but I was still a little embarrassed. I didn't regret it, but I still winced when I thought about it.
"I uh… kind of… called him a…. dick." I admitted. Mr. Saltzman stared at me for a second before he broke out into laughter. After a second of shock I joined in with him. I didn't know why we were laughing but his laugh was contagious so I had to go along with it.
"Well, remind me not to make you mad." He said before looking back up at me. "So, don't worry about the assignment. You're free to go."
I nodded, thanking him before turning to go. I was so relieved I didn't have to finish that book, even though I had forced myself to read half of it. That was one last thing I had to worry about and I now had a clean slate with the new teacher.
"Miss Gilbert." Mr. Saltzman called me. I turned around. "I see that I have two Gilbert's. Any relation?"
I paused for a second. I knew Elena was right out the door, listening. I could have said that there wasn't, fall back into my old habit of not claiming her or Jeremy. Then again, things had been good with Elena. There was this connection we had now that we were part of this whole big secret together. We were the only ones who could talk about it with one another. We had big jobs in upholding this predicament, and we had to lean on each other. Although the wounds and bitterness of my absent father, Elena's uncle, were still there I knew now that Elena didn't take after her uncle. Elena was her own person, and she was a good person.
She was my friend.
"Yeah… she's my cousin." I told Mr. Saltzman. "A very… good friend."
"Good to hear." He said with a smile. I smiled back and then headed out in the hallway.
As we went on with our day, Bonnie recollected this dream that she had had. She filled us in on how her Gram's told her that the necklace, the crystal that Damon had been wanting, was an old family heirloom and belonged to a powerful witch. This witch, her ancestor Emily, was now showing up in her dreams, haunting her.
"And then, I ended up at the remains of the old Fell's church before I woke up back in the woods." Bonnie said. I poked at my salad, not really hungry at the moment. What Bonnie had gone through sounded very frightening and traumatic. I knew that this witch stuff was going to take time to process, but Bonnie didn't need to be haunted by a dead ancestor too.
"And you always see your ancestor Emily?" Elena asked. Bonnie nodded.
"Sounds like she's trying to tell you something." I quipped. Bonnie nodded again, considering that option. Then she looked up, green eyes wide.
"Do you believe in ghosts?" She asked us both. I nodded. Although I didn't believe in the supernatural before this big vampire reveal, I did consider the idea of ghosts. There had to be somewhere where our souls go. That voice in your head? I don't think that it dies with your body. Sometimes, I think maybe they don't go where they are supposed to, and then they stick around until they find where they are meant to be.
"Two weeks ago I'd say no, but now..." Elena trailed off. I had to agree, after all of this stuff, the vampires and witches, I couldn't say that ghosts weren't real. Everything I thought was impossible was proving to be absolutely true. I wondered if I would ever wake up from this nightmare.
"I think I'm being haunted." Bonnie said. I licked my lips, them suddenly becoming dry at the thought. What was so important that an ancient ancestor had to scare the living shit out of Bonnie? I didn't believe Emily was doing this just to do it, I think there was another purpose for her haunting.
"I don't get it. Why Emily?" Elena asked. Bonnie reached into her shirt and pulled out the crystal. It wasn't pretty, but from what I had seen it was powerful. I still wanted to know why Damon wanted it so bad.
"Grams said she was a powerful witch back in the Civil War days, and that this medallion was hers. A witch's talisman." Bonnie explained.
"And it all started when you got the necklace?" Elena asked. Bonnie nodded. A light bulb went off in my head.
"What if she is using that to try and talk to you?" I suggested. Both Elena and Bonnie stared at me. "If it was hers, maybe it is linked to her somehow."
"But what does she want?" Bonnie asked exasperated. I slumped my shoulders, not having an answer.
"What does your Gram's say?" Elena asked. Bonnie shook her head.
"I can't call her. She's gonna tell me to embrace it." Bonnie said, running a hand through her hair. "I don't want to embrace it, I want it to stop."
She let her head slump forward and laid it on the table. Elena and I shared a look. I hated seeing Bonnie like this. I wished that I could help her. But I wasn't a witch, and I wasn't a vampire. I was just a fragile little human who had no clue how the supernatural worked.
"If I could tell her to stop I would." I told Bonnie, reaching for her arm. She smiled weakly at me, patting my hand.
"I've got to go." Bonnie said, shouldering her bag. "See you two later?"
Both Elena and I nodded and Bonnie rushed away. I watched her and racked my brain for anyway to help her. I came up blank. I was worried, afraid of what Emily could do to her. If she was a ghost that was one thing, but Emily was a witch ghost. That was a whole different scenario. I didn't know how witch ghosts worked.
"I'm worried about her." Elena said to me. I nodded in agreement. "I want to find… some way to help her."
"Me too." I admitted. "But what can we do?"
"I don't know." She replied staring at the table. "Sucks being human."
I scoffed and she smiled weakly. We both sat in silence for a long time before the bell for class rang. Both of us got up and started heading toward the building. However, in my haste Elena stopped me. I turned to face her.
"Did you mean it?" She asked me, a wrinkle in her forehead.
"You have to be more specific than that." I replied. She bit her bottom lip, acting like she was trying to figure out if she should continue.
"What you said in Mr. Saltzman's class." She said, doe eyes looking hopeful. "Did you mean it?"
I stared at her for a long time. She had this innocent face on her, one that made me think of bunnies and rainbows. I thought about it, how fast we had bonded. But I guess when you have a situation like ours and throw us into the same dangerous secret we had to have connected. A few weeks ago, I hated Elena's guts. I wanted nothing to do with her or her family. My family. But now, things were different. There was no longer this awkward tension between the two of us. We understood one another and I actually enjoyed her company. It was hard to admit, but I was very wrong about Elena Gilbert.
"Of course I did." I replied, enjoying the way her eyes began to glow. "You make it very hard for me not to like you."
"Good." She replied. We both grinned at one another and headed back into the school.
I didn't pay attention whilst in my classes. I drew, trying to think of anything but Damon or Emily. I just wanted to be normal again, when I didn't have to worry about vampires or witches. It seemed like so long ago when I was completely in the dark, but in truth it hadn't been that long. I wondered if I would still be clueless if Damon hadn't of captured me. I still wondered why he didn't make me forget. There was a part of me that wished he did, but there was another part that was glad he didn't. He had messed with my memory enough, and although all of this was wearing heavily on my psyche, I still would rather be in the loop.
I would be safer then, if I knew what was going on. Then I could protect my mother as best I could. I thought about asking Stefan for some vervain, then I could get it in a piece of jewelry and I wouldn't have to worry about my mother being compelled. But then again if I went to the boarding house there was a large chance of Damon being there and I couldn't see him.
When the final bell rang I was out of the school in a second. Bonnie was giving both Elena and me a ride, so I had to meet her at her car. I took my time though, not wanting to be there before Bonnie was and then awkwardly stand outside of her locked vehicle. I strode at a nice pace, leisurely looking around. Mystic Falls High was actually very pretty, except for the garbage that the students littered around. The grass was green and the foliage was kept up. In fact, Mystic Falls was really pretty. Very historical and a nice little town. Except for the vampires running amuck, that was a bit of a draw back.
Speaking of vampires, once I was in sight of Bonnie's car I had to stop in my tracks. Even from a distance I could tell who it was by the dark hair, pale skin, and leather jacket. His back was to me, standing rigid and tall. I knew that he could tell I was there, he probably recognized my scent or he could hear my heartbeat. Like clockwork he turned around, blue eyes ablaze. I felt myself tense, not prepared to see him so soon. I willed my heart to slow down, but instead it quickened when he looked at me.
He looked emotionless, no expression on his face what so ever. Bonnie was already in the car, looking from me to Damon and back to me. I didn't dare move, for fear that I would either run away or run to him. I couldn't trust myself. I saw Damon nod slightly at me and I looked down in response. When I looked back up he was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief and ran to Bonnie's car. I slipped in the backseat and tried my best to calm down my heart.
"Well that was weird." She told me.
"Coming from the witch being haunted by her ghost grandmother." I retorted. Bonnie held up her hands in surrender. We were both quiet until Elena climbed into the car.
Bonnie then revealed what Damon said. He wanted the crystal, and he was going to do anything in his power to get it. She said that he knew about Emily and that he wanted to tell her that "a deals a deal." I didn't know what that meant, but I assumed that Emily would know.
"He's bad news, Alex. He really scared me." Bonnie said, an involuntary shiver going up her spine.
"You need to stay as far away from Damon as possible." Elena added then turned to look at me. "Both of you."
I rolled my eyes listening to their lecture. What did they think I was doing? I told him to stay away from me. I also said to stay away from Caroline, Elena, and Bonnie and you see how well that was going. I did wonder why he hadn't tried to talk to me. I was right there, and there was no way I could get away if he really wanted to. Which led me to believe that maybe he didn't really care if I talked to him or not. But also made me think he was respecting my decision and he was giving me my space.
"I'm trying!" Bonne exclaimed. "He just keeps showing up."
"I know the feeling." I replied, remembering all the times Damon popped up out of nowhere or when I would walk in my bedroom and he was there. Although a total lack of privacy and utterly frightening it made me believe that he wanted to be around me. I didn't know how I felt about that.
"I don't want you to be alone." Elena said suddenly. "You're both sleeping at my place tonight, we can make a whole night out of it."
Bonnie nodded and I stayed silent. I had been to Elena's house before and I had used being at Elena's as an excuse a few times but I had never actually slept over. Although it was a friendly thing to do, we still hadn't done that yet.
Suddenly, Bonnie reared off the road. In that second all I could remember was the accident and how we swerved off the bridge. I closed my eyes, gripping the seat on front of me. I prepared for the icy cold to overtake me, but it never came. I opened my eyes and saw Bonnie standing out in an empty field. She ripped off the necklace and tossed it, rushing back to the car like it would come after her.
"Are you ok?" Elena asked her.
"Now I am. All my problems were because of that thing." Bonnie replied, looking very relieved. "I can't believe I didn't do that sooner."
"What is your Grams going to say?" Elena asked. I didn't know Grams, but from what I gathered she probably wouldn't be happy about Bonnie throwing away an antique.
"Grams isn't the one being haunted by a hundred and fifty-year-old ghost, is she?" Bonnie asked. Elena sighed.
"Okay, then." She said. The rest of the car ride consisted of them telling me what usually happened at a sleepover. They also freaked out a little, considering I had never been to one. They took me to my house so I could grab some clothes and such. I didn't know exactly what to pack so I figured sweats was a good thing to sleep in and then a pair of jeans for the next day. I threw two t shirts in there as well and then grabbed my toothbrush.
Once I was in the car I texted my mom, telling her that I was going to Elena's for a sleepover. It wasn't long before she replied in all caps. She was excited for me, telling me to kick ass if we had a pillow fight. I had rolled my eyes, but laughed at my crazy mother. I think she was happy that she was finally getting a girl for a daughter. I wasn't like other girls, I didn't dress up or have sleep overs. But I should at least try it once.
We headed upstairs, dropping off our stuff while Elena went to get extra blankets and pillows. She threw them on the ground.
"Did you get a new pillow?" Bonnie asked. Elena glared at her, to which Bonnie giggled. I didn't ask, just continued to make myself comfortable. I never in my life thought I would be having a sleepover with Elena. It was something that normal cousins did, so I guess we were moving in the normal cousin direction.
"I gotta pee." Bonnie said and headed into the bathroom. As soon as the door was closed, Elena stood and went for her phone. She started to dial frantically, looking between her phone and the door. She then held it up to her ear.
"Who are you calling?" I asked her. She hushed me.
"Hey!" She said once the person on the other end answered. "I need you to come over ASAP. It's about Bonnie."
I furrowed my eyebrows and listened to her conversation. I couldn't really piece together anything only hearing half of the conversation. Once it was over, Elena closed her phone.
"What is going on?" I asked her. Elena looked at the bathroom door again before she looked back to me.
"I called Stefan." She replied. "If Damon wants that necklace then I would rather Stefan find it than him."
I nodded, just I time for Bonnie to emerge from the bathroom. Both Elena and I looked at Bonnie. She made a face at us.
"Why are you two looking at me like that?" She asked. I shrugged and looked away. Bonnie seemed to drop it.
We started gossiping, eating a whole bunch of junk food. I had to admit that it was fun to be hanging out with girls. I enjoyed the fact that I could escape from my problems with them and I hadn't even thought about Damon. That is until it got dark and the doorbell rang. Elena went to the door, and when she opened it there was Stefan. Bonnie looked the other way and Elena stepped out with Stefan.
"What's with the face?" I asked Bonnie. She looked up surprised.
"What face?" She asked. "I just have a face."
"No, that face." I said pointing to her. "Is not a normal Bonnie face."
She took in a deep breath, and stared at the door and then looked back at me. I waited patiently for her to respond.
"I like Stefan. I really do." She said. "But… I don't trust his brother and that makes me not want to trust him."
"Stefan is not Damon." I told her. She nodded. The two Salvatores could not be any more different. I was surprised they were actually brothers. One cared so much about human life, and life in general, where Damon didn't give a shit who had to die as long as he got his way.
"I know. I know." She replied. Just then Elena came back in and right up to us. She forced a smile. "So… what was that about?"
"I just had a um… history question." Elena lied lamely.
"That couldn't be talked about over the phone?" Bonnie asked. Elena opened her mouth but just then her phone rang. She looked at it and then looked up.
"It's Caroline." Elena said. Bonnie tensed. "Hey Caroline."
I could hear her high perky voice all the way from across the island in her kitchen. I couldn't make out the words, but she sounded very discouraged.
"Well, me, Bonnie, and Alex are having a sleep over." Elena said. "Why don't you come?"
Bonnie's eyes went wide and she started to shake her head but Elena ignored her. According to Bonnie, Caroline was angry because Bonnie wouldn't give her the crystal back. Therefore, the two hadn't spoken and Bonnie felt like crap.
"See you then." Elena said and hung up. Bonnie opened her mouth but Elena held up a finger. "Don't. This will be good for you two."
"I'm already being haunted." Bonnie said. "I don't want to have to deal with Caroline too."
"We're here with you." I said squeezing her shoulder. "We won't let anything bad happen."
Bonnie groaned and lent her head on the counter. Elena and I shared a look. I wanted to know what Stefan had said, but I couldn't talk to Elena with Bonnie in the room. I guess than meant I had to wait.
Damon sat at the bar at the Grill and sipped his drink. He wasn't having a good day. He couldn't get the crystal, much to his annoyance. He needed it, or he would never be able to complete his mission. Then he would never see her again and Damon didn't think he could handle that. He had already mourned her once, and now that he had the chance to save her, he didn't want to mourn again.
On top of that, he found himself thinking of Alex. She made it perfectly clear she didn't want to see him, but that didn't mean he had to listen. However, he had the chance to talk to her, he still had the chance. He could show up and make her talk to him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Alex was the only person Damon considered a friend, and now she was gone. She was the only one who had tried to see any good in him, and he screwed it up. He knew that killing Lexi was going to make Stefan mad, which was a plus for him, but he never thought that Alex would be so affected by it.
He knew that it wasn't actually killing Lexi that set her off, it was the fact that Damon didn't care that he killed her. Damon showed no remorse for any of the things he did, he couldn't deny that. But he didn't like this whole staying away from Alex thing. He wasn't used to being told what to do and actually following it. But if he ever wanted to fix this, he needed to give Alex her space.
"So, Stefan...You know, I've been thinking. I think we should start over, give this brother thing another chance. We used to do it, oh-so well, once upon time." Stefan said, mocking Damon.
Damon smirked.
"I don't, Damon. I can't trust you to be a nice guy. You kill everybody, and you're so mean. You're so mean, and..." Damon said but stopped. "You're really hard to imitate, and then I have to go to that lesser place..."
"Can I get a coffee?" Stefan said to the bartender. "So what's with the bottle?"
"I'm on edge. Crash diet. You know, I'm trying to keep a low profile." Damon replied.
"You could always just leave, find a new town to turn into your own personal Gas 'n' Sip." Stefan suggested. Damon chuckled.
"I'll manage." Damon replied. "You don't have to keep an eye on me."
"I'm not here to keep an eye on you." Stefan said. Damon highly doubted it. Stefan didn't want Damon to be in Mystic Falls, so he knew that he wouldn't just want to hang out with his brother.
"So, why are you here?" Damon asked. Stefan grinned.
"Why not?" Stefan asked. Taking the bottle. Damon watched Stefan walk away and smiled to himself. This should be fun.
Caroline arrived to the Gilbert house with food. Elena and I were helping her unpack the stuff when Bonnie entered the room. The two looked at one another before looking away awkwardly. Elena made a face, urging Caroline to talk to Bonnie.
"I'm sorry. There. I said it. If you want the ugly-ass necklace, keep it. It's yours" Caroline said. Elena rolled her eyes at Caroline's mean apology. But it was an apology no less.
"Will you hate me if I tell you I threw it away?" Bonnie asked. Caroline's eyes went wide.
"You threw it away?" Caroline asked, outraged.
"I know it sounds crazy, but the necklace was giving me nightmares." Bonnie explained. "I had to get rid of it."
"You could have just given it back to me." Caroline suggested.
"Why?" Elena interrupted. "So you could give it back to Damon?"
Caroline made a face before she swallowed her pride. She was obviously still conflicted about Damon, even though I knew that he wasn't worth her time. She could do a lot better, especially considering he was murderous vampire who had no remorse for his actions.
"Screw Damon." Caroline said. "Are we doing manicures or what? Who has their kit?"
"Mines in my bag." Bonnie pointed. Caroline grinned.
"You're first Alex." Caroline said. I groaned. I had never had a manicure before, and while I knew Caroline was good at this stuff, I didn't trust someone with my fingers. They were very important.
"So, Elena...how long do you think this fight with Stefan's gonna last? Is it...like a permanent thing?" Caroline asked. I could see Elena's face as she chewed on a fry. She didn't like this question.
"I don't know Caroline." Elena replied. I suddenly wondered why Elena had even invited her. Caroline wasn't very kind sometimes and although I wanted her and Bonnie to work stuff out, she was already getting on all of our nerves.
"Why are you such a little liar, Bonnie?" Caroline asked angrily.
"What?" Bonnie asked.
"Caroline." Elena scolded. Caroline then showed us what she meant. Hanging from her hand was the crystal. She had pulled it from Bonnie's purse. All three of us shared a terrified look. I had watched Bonnie throw the necklace away. There was no way that she did this…
But Emily could.
"I'm not lying to you, Caroline. I swear." Bonnie insisted, but from the look on Caroline's face she wasn't buying it.
"It's true." Elena interjected. "Alex and I watched her throw it into a field."
"Then explain it." Caroline challenged. Bonnie's eyes flickered to Elena.
"Emily." Bonnie said.
"Who's Emily?" Caroline asked very confused.
"The ghost." Bonnie said, not looking at Caroline but staring at Elena. She looked like she had seen a ghost, no pun intended.
"Oh, the ghost has a name now?" Caroline muttered, mocking Bonnie. I glared at her.
"Seriously?" I asked her. She shrugged.
"I wonder why she won't leave me alone." Bonnie asked, obviously scared about this whole situation. I wanted to give her an answer, she deserved one. But I could not explain what Emily wanted so bad with Bonnie that she couldn't leave her alone.
"What is going on? Why am I not a part of this conversation?" Caroline asked. "You guys do this to me all the time."
"That's not true." Elena replied.
"Yes it is!" Caroline said then pointed to me. "Alex is even in on this and she just became part of the group!"
"Well maybe that's because Alex actually listens to me." Bonnie said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Caroline asked. I had never seen a fight before, but from the tension in this room, I bet that I was about to see one.
"I can't talk to you." Bonnie answered. "You don't listen."
"That's not true." Caroline replied. Bonnie huffed and then did something I never thought she would.
"I'm a witch." She came right out with it. Elena and I widened our eyes and stared at Bonnie. We knew that it was a big risk to tell people, especially Caroline who couldn't keep her big mouth shut. But Bonnie wanted to explain and Caroline wanted answers.
"And don't we all know it?" Caroline said, making a big joke of it.
"See? That's what I'm talking about." Bonnie replied and stormed from the room. "I'm trying to tell you something. You don't even hear it."
We watched her go and then Caroline turned to us.
"I listen." Caroline said. "When do I not listen?"
"Like, always." I replied. Caroline turned her glare on me.
"I wasn't talking to you." She said. "Besides, you shouldn't even be in on this. I was here first."
"I didn't ask for this Caroline." I told her defensively. "This is your fault anyway."
"My fault?" She asked me.
"If you wouldn't have left me at Damon's-" I began but she cut me off.
"Here we go again." Caroline groaned. "I said I was sorry."
"Yeah you did." I agreed. "But I wouldn't know about any of this had you not left me there."
"What are we talking about?" Caroline asked, obviously confused.
"See." I said. "You don't listen."
I shook my head and scoffed. I then stood up and walked away. Caroline sure knew how to clear a room. I didn't want to listen to it anymore. Bonnie was telling the truth and although I understood how unbelievable it was, I think Caroline just wanted to fight.
I shouldn't have to explain why Elena and Bonnie trusted me more than Caroline. It should have been obvious. But they tried to explain and she just wouldn't hear it. Then she went and turned her anger on me. Well, I wasn't going to listen to that either. I didn't want to be in on this. I wished I hadn't been. Caroline should be so lucky as to be clueless about what was going on. It was a better way to live.
I found Bonnie, sitting in Elena's room. I sat beside her on the bed. She looked angry, confused, and very scared. I reached for her hand and squeezed it. She visibly swallowed.
"She pisses me off." Bonnie admitted.
"I know." I replied.
"I didn't do anything wrong." She added.
"I know." I repeated.
"She shouldn't be mad at me." She told me.
"I know." I said once more. Bonnie then looked at me and I saw tears in her eyes. Her lip started to quiver as she stared at me with an utterly terrified expression.
"I just want it to stop." She wailed. I grabbed her, pulling her to me. She started to sob on my shoulder, and I let her, rubbing her arm soothingly. I couldn't imagine what she was thinking or feeling. I wasn't being haunted. But I knew what it was like to be scared, to be utterly terrified for your life. I felt it when I was trapped with Damon. And I didn't wish that upon anyone.
"I know." I cooed in her ear. "I know."