Mark, this oc, is a very special baby of mine... he needs to be crafted carefully...

Love him so much...

Jenna is making me write this dumb journal, she did take me despite just losing her sister and brother in law so I guess I will just suck it up. She thinks it will help me process all of the changes that have been going on since Greyson Gilbert's Death. I should probably explain, he's been my doctor since before I was born. He delivered me, gave my mom prenatal care and since her death certificate when she died giving birth. He took care of me for years, visiting me beyond what a dr is supposed to do. He bought me birthday gifts, took me out for day trips and so on. He protected me from Juvie, I have a real bad temper and put a few kids in the hospital before I turned seven. All of them were teenagers, I should add. So, to be truthful, I should feel sad that he was dead, I really should... I just don't.

He scared me, plain and simple. I am not sure why. I cannot explain it in words, only this endless feeling of dread that filled me sometimes when he looked at me. Why would a doctor put so much interest in a random kid? It was... odd...

Anyway, he died after going over a bridge with his daughter Elena and his wife Miranda. Only Elena lived. He put it in his will that I was to be adopted into the family should he died, which is where I came into play. I have been living in the Gilbert house for the last month. It had been beyond awkward. Jeremy resents me a hell of a lot, Elena is just awkward around me and Jenna is a literal angel who treats me beyond well which only sets Jeremy off even more. Personally, I think Jeremy is a punk, Elena is annoying and bland and Jenna is the best person ever.

I guess I should give you some background. My name is Mark ... Gilbert now. I am twelve years old and thanks to being home schooled for most of my life I a junior in high school which means I will be attending classes with Elena. Joy.

What else is there... I like music, singing and listening to it. I love to read and write and watch fantasy anything. I am pretty smart, I have always been that way. I am not into sports or anything. I am no team player for one. I hate people.

So yeah... that's... everything I guess.

Oh wait, I am a tiny thing, even for a twelve year old. I am just hitting four foot five. I have brown eyes, brown hair and olive skin. I think I'm Italian, but I am not sure... I think I look good.

See you another time...

XOXO Mark Gilbert.

P.S. I will be burning you later. I have my own secrets, things that could get me put on a slab if people knew... things that I can do, things I suspect were Grayson's fault.. It would explain why he took care of me so much. Guilt could be such a powerful motivator.

Rolling his eyes at the corniness of the journal, he quickly hurried down the stairs, to get some breakfast.

In the kitchen, Jenna was rambling. "Toast. I can make toast."

Elena walked past her. "It's all about the coffee, Aunt Jenna."

Jeremy did the same. " Is there coffee?"

" Your first day of school and I'm totally unprepared. Lunch money?" She handed out money, which Mark grabbed. He had no desire for Jeremy to waste it on drugs, he already reeked of pot and booze and it wasn't even eight in the morning. Jeremy glared at him and he glared right back, as cold as could be. He thought rather little about the fool. "Anything else? A number two pencil? What am I missing?

Running through things, Mark smiled. "You have that meeting with your Thesis advisor." He remembered her telling him about it during their many chats.

"Now!" Jenna Groaned, looking at her watch.

Elena smiled. "Then go. We'll be fine." Jenna hurried away, giving Elena a chance to turn to Jeremy. "You okay?"

"Don't start."

"God your a little bitch." Mark called out, catching Jeremy's attention. "You still have a sister that loves you, an aunt that is bending over backward for you. The least you could do is not be a little prick. Grow up Jeremy, not everyone is going to pity you forever." Ignoring the rage in Jeremy's eyes, he turned to Elena. " You said Bonnie is picking us up, right?"

She nodded, stunned by his boldness. "Yeah."

"Good."

""

Bonnie, as it turned out, was a lovely perky black girl with a kind smile and crooked jaw. She oozed bubbliness and happiness, greeting Mark with a warm smile even as he walked into her car. He said nothing as she and Elena chatted, just curious to see what kind of relationship she and Elena had.

"So Grams is telling me I'm psychic. Our ancestors were from Salem, witches and all that, I know, crazy, but she's going on and on about it, and I'm like, put this woman in a home already! " Mark shivered, wondering if there was truth to her Grams' words, it would explain so much... maybe why he was the way he was. He would have to talk to her... "But then I started thinking, I predicted Obama and I predicted Heath Ledger, and I still think Florida will break off and turn into little resort islands...Elena! Back in the car."

Elena, who clearly was disassociating, started out. " I did it again, didn't I? I-I'm sorry, Bonnie. You were telling me that..."

"That I'm psychic now."

"Right. Okay, then predict something. About me."

"I see..." They all startled when something small rammed into the windshield. Mark's head smacked into the window from his jumping. " What was that?! Oh, my god! Elena, are you okay?"

"It's okay. I'm fine."

"It was like a bird or something. It came out of nowhere."

"Really, I can't be freaked out by cars for the rest of my life."

Bonnie settled herself with a few breaths. "I predict this year is going to be kick ass. And I predict all the sad and dark times are over and you are going to be beyond happy." She turned to Mark and smiled warmly. " I predict you are going to be happy, find someone cute to date, and be happy here in Mystic Falls."

He laughed. " Give me some Mike and Ikes and that is really all I need to be happy, I am a pretty simple person. I loathe Chocolate, by the way incase you decide to give me sweets."

"I'll be sure to remember that."

"""

Inside the school, Elena and Bonnie continued to chat, leaving Mark to listen and absorb all he could.

Bonnie was looking around. "Major lack of male real estate. Look at the shower curtain on Kelly Beech. She looks like a hot — can I still say "tranny mess"?"

Elena laughed. "No, that's over.

"Ahh, find a man, coin a phrase. It's a busy year."

Elena waved to someone, drawing Mark's full attention to a very handsome blonde boy. Mark could smell him from where he was standing, he felt warm and lush and sweet. It made him hungry, his mouth dripped with the desire to sink his teeth into the handsome boy.

"He hates me." Elena said, her tone pained.

"That's not hate. That's "you dumped me, but I'm too cool to show it, but secretly I'm listening to Air Supply's greatest hits."

Mark made up his mind. "I'll go say hi." Before they could stop him, he walked right over to Matt. "Hi there." He offered a smile making Matt smile right back. "You must be Matt?"

He nodded. "Yeah, that's me. Who are you, how'd you know Elena?"

"Grayson was my Doctor, he had me adopted into his family in his will. So that makes me Elena's brother I guess. Nice to meet you?" He held out his hand, which Matt grabbed. Mark squeezed hard, and Matt gasped, looking to be in agony as Mark twisted his palm knocking bones together. "If you keep on mooning on her, a girl that made her choice clear, making her feel like crap when you've had months to move past her dumping you... I'll snap your arm without remorse, as you've noticed I'm rather strong. So... be a good boy and play nice. I owe the Gilberts for getting me out of Fostercare, I refuse to let others make them feel bad when they're already going through so much." His tone was so even, so charming that it seemed to terrify Matt all the more. " Do I make my self clear?"

Matt nodded, whimpering. "You're going to break my hand!"

"That's the point. Now, be a good boy and show me where History is. I'm in junior year, so exciting."

Despite his fear, Matt did as he was told and led Mark along to History. He had no idea that Mark was in his head, it was a trick he learned to stop abusive Fosterparents without beating them into comas. He had already done that to three kids who jumped him, any more and he'd be in Juvie. He figured out, one day, that he could sort of slide into people's heads if he maintained eye contact. It wasn't always easy or successful and it always made him tired but when it worked it was awesome... Matt was unaware, so he couldn't fight back.

That was a very, very good thing. No one needed to know how much of a freak he was... not yet anyway.

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a fun chapter. I am hoping to make this idea into a masterpiece. I want to shake up the Oc Vd game.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.