Part 8
Dear Diary,
October 4th 2001,
There's something weird going on. I know it's got something to do with that strange new girl Raquelle. She's weird. Everyone thinks she's fascinating, cause she's from a foreign country. She's smart and sophisticated. When most of the guys look at her, I swear some of them go all drooly.
And Jason in particular. I saw him looking at her in history the other day, and it was like he was in some sort of trance. I called to hi, but he didn't hear me. His mind was completely blank.
Of course, Beth and Abi just think I'm overreacting. They think I'm jealous. I suppose, in a way, maybe I am. There's still something *weird*. Raquelle seems more out of it than most of the guys that stare at her. And the other day, when she was with Abi and me in the bathroom, when we were sorting out our hair, she *did* *not* *reflect*.
I know how crazy that must sound, but she stepped right in front of the mirror, and she didn't reflect in it. I think she knew I saw, cause she stepped out the way suddenly and wouldn't meet my eyes.
There's only one thing that *I* know of that doesn't reflect. And that's...
No. No way. Vampires are just mythology. The stories and rumours that Stefan Salvatore was one, are probably nothing more than that. Rumours. So there's no way that Raquelle can be one.
But the no reflection thing is strange...
* * *
Daphne frowned, putting her diary in her bag. She sat in a private corner in the school library, wondering what to do. She wondered if maybe she could convince Jason that there was something wrong about not having a reflection. Abi was a witness, maybe she had seen something.
She stood up in a swift movement, gathered her books and walked over to Jason's house. A winter sun hung low in the sky, shining with a faint silvery-yellow glow. The sky was clear and blue, and a faint cold breeze blew through the air.
She smiled, despite the weird things with Raquelle, life was still going pretty good. She approached Jason's house, and paused, spotting the most gorgeous guy she'd ever seen leaning against the door with Jason's sister Bonnie. Bonnie was looking at the guy with a glare on her face. He looked mildly amused. Jason looked a little jealous.
But Daphne's good mood faded the minute she saw Raquelle. The girl was looking at the gorgeous dark guy with a very strange expression on her face, a sort of cross between surprise, and absolute terror.
At then she turned, and ran.
Jason turned and saw her then. She just shrugged, not knowing what was going on. She frowned and crossed the seat, joining him.
"What's she doing here?" she asked, a dangerous tone to her voice.
"Raquelle and I have a social studies project to work on," he said defensively. "But the minute Raquelle saw Bonnie's new boyfriend she freaked."
He turned to glare at the tall guy. Up close, Daphne saw he was even more gorgeous. His face was a sculptor's dream, his eyes black and endless. He seemed to radiate darkness. There was an aura of power around him, similar to that of Raquelle.
"He is *not* my new boyfriend," Bonnie said, annoyed. "Why does everyone assume that? He's just an old friend. Who is leaving." She glared at the tall guy.
"I think I'm going too," Daphne said.
She turned and ran herself. This was too weird for her.
* * *
Jason went into the house, and Bonnie turned and glared furiously at Damon, who looked innocently back. "What did I do?" he asked.
"You tell me," she said. "Who the hell is that girl? And what'd you do to scare her so much?"
Damon frowned, and just shrugged. "I don't know," he admitted. "She does seem vaguely familiar." He looked in the direction the girl had run. "Maybe I should go," he said. And left, and was gone before Bonnie knew what was happening. She shook her head in confusement and went back into the house. She found Jason in the kitchen.
"Who's that girl?" she asked.
"Raquelle Valentina. She's new, she started last month," he said, seeming a little distracted.
"And Daphne seems a little jealous," Bonnie suggested. She had noticed Daphne didn't look as if she knew what was going on anymore than anyone else.
"Who was that guy?" Jason asked.
Bonnie frowned. "He's Stefan's older brother Damon. He's an asshole. Ignore him."
"I think he knows more than he said," Jason said.
Bonnie frowned again, thinking. Damon had seem slightly distracted, ever since he's first seen Raquelle, as if he knew her, but couldn't figure out where he knew her from. It seemed she couldn't get any peace. "What's going on?" she asked Jason.
He shrugged. "I wish I knew."
The mystery seemed to be building, and it looked like it was getting harder to solve.
* * *
Part 9
Raquelle was unhappy. Her mind whirled around in a turmoil of emotion. Damon was back in town. And he didn't even recognise her. Memories surged up around her, she felt like screaming.
Why now? Why did he have to show up now? When she was starting to settle down? This was turning into a disaster. Would he blab all over town about what she was? Showing off what he was?
Just the thoughts of the things they'd done together, the blood exchanges...it was stirring the demon inside her. She tried to put off feeding as long as possible.
She found herself in the cemetery again, unsure why. It seemed to be the only place she could really belong. The walking undead didn't belong in human society. No matter how much she could look like one, talk like once, act like one, she wasn't. She lacked one major thing - she wasn't alive.
And it was all Damon's fault. She'd known this all along. But seeing him again suddenly made everything come back.
"Hey there," a deep voice said from behind her. Raquelle gripped the tombstone in front of her. She didn't turn around. "The cemetery's a dangerous place for a nice girl to be alone."
Raquelle could feel her fangs growing. The hunger controlled her now. She'd lost her grip. She turned round, and grabbed the boy's shoulders, dragging him to her. "I'm not a nice girl," she said, before sinking her teeth in.
The hot blood gushed into her mouth, warming her, filling her with a heat and power she hadn't felt in so long. She tossed it aside, and retracted her fangs.
A sudden feeling of shame and embarrassment washed over her. What had she been thinking? Anyone could have seen her. She looked around, but could see no one watching. Guilt crowded over her and she fled.
* * *
Daphne crouched behind the gravestone, clutching her knees. She rubbed her eyes, as if she could rub off what she had just seen. She'd decided to cut through the cemetery rather than go right through town.
Big mistake. She had seen Raquelle wandering around, a vacant expression on her face. She had looked crazed. And it turned out, she was. She had *killed* that boy. She had grown fangs and drunk his blood.
She really was a vampire. Vampires were real. They weren't just myths, stories. That whole thing in Elena's diary was *real.* And Jason. Raquelle liked him, it was obvious. She stared at him, like he stared at her.
Stranding up Daphne ran back the way she'd come, this time not even caring about her expensive shoes. She had more important things to think about now.
She pounded on Jason's door. He answered, looking a little annoyed. He seemed surprised to see her. "What's the matter with you?" he asked.
"Raquelle's a vampire," she stated bluntly.
Jason stared at her for a few minutes, no expression on his face. Then he started laughing. "I don't believe this," he snorted. "You're out your mind. Vampires aren't real."
Daphne stared at him, feeling like she wanted to hit him. Get the truth into him somehow. "Yes they are," she snapped. "I saw her. She had pointy teeth and she drank a guy's *blood*."
Jason's humour faded. "This isn't funny anymore."
"It was never meant to be funny," Daphne snapped. "I'm telling you the truth Jason. Raquelle is one of the walking undead!"
Jason shook his head, his expression had turned to one of disgust. "You're pathetic, Daphne. A new girl comes, presents you with a little competition, and you go making up ridiculous stories to scare me away from her?"
Daphne stared at him, mouth open to speak but he cut in before she did.
"If you're that pathetic, then I don't want to see you anymore. Go away Daphne."
Daphne blinked, trying to digest what had happened. She felt a sudden rush of heated anger. "You'll be sorry," she said, and stormed away as he shut the door.
What a day. Daphne shook her head, still trying to digest the events. Oh the hell with it. Who cared? She was going home for some major moping.
* * *
Dear Diary,
October 4th 2001,
There's something weird going on. I know it's got something to do with that strange new girl Raquelle. She's weird. Everyone thinks she's fascinating, cause she's from a foreign country. She's smart and sophisticated. When most of the guys look at her, I swear some of them go all drooly.
And Jason in particular. I saw him looking at her in history the other day, and it was like he was in some sort of trance. I called to hi, but he didn't hear me. His mind was completely blank.
Of course, Beth and Abi just think I'm overreacting. They think I'm jealous. I suppose, in a way, maybe I am. There's still something *weird*. Raquelle seems more out of it than most of the guys that stare at her. And the other day, when she was with Abi and me in the bathroom, when we were sorting out our hair, she *did* *not* *reflect*.
I know how crazy that must sound, but she stepped right in front of the mirror, and she didn't reflect in it. I think she knew I saw, cause she stepped out the way suddenly and wouldn't meet my eyes.
There's only one thing that *I* know of that doesn't reflect. And that's...
No. No way. Vampires are just mythology. The stories and rumours that Stefan Salvatore was one, are probably nothing more than that. Rumours. So there's no way that Raquelle can be one.
But the no reflection thing is strange...
* * *
Daphne frowned, putting her diary in her bag. She sat in a private corner in the school library, wondering what to do. She wondered if maybe she could convince Jason that there was something wrong about not having a reflection. Abi was a witness, maybe she had seen something.
She stood up in a swift movement, gathered her books and walked over to Jason's house. A winter sun hung low in the sky, shining with a faint silvery-yellow glow. The sky was clear and blue, and a faint cold breeze blew through the air.
She smiled, despite the weird things with Raquelle, life was still going pretty good. She approached Jason's house, and paused, spotting the most gorgeous guy she'd ever seen leaning against the door with Jason's sister Bonnie. Bonnie was looking at the guy with a glare on her face. He looked mildly amused. Jason looked a little jealous.
But Daphne's good mood faded the minute she saw Raquelle. The girl was looking at the gorgeous dark guy with a very strange expression on her face, a sort of cross between surprise, and absolute terror.
At then she turned, and ran.
Jason turned and saw her then. She just shrugged, not knowing what was going on. She frowned and crossed the seat, joining him.
"What's she doing here?" she asked, a dangerous tone to her voice.
"Raquelle and I have a social studies project to work on," he said defensively. "But the minute Raquelle saw Bonnie's new boyfriend she freaked."
He turned to glare at the tall guy. Up close, Daphne saw he was even more gorgeous. His face was a sculptor's dream, his eyes black and endless. He seemed to radiate darkness. There was an aura of power around him, similar to that of Raquelle.
"He is *not* my new boyfriend," Bonnie said, annoyed. "Why does everyone assume that? He's just an old friend. Who is leaving." She glared at the tall guy.
"I think I'm going too," Daphne said.
She turned and ran herself. This was too weird for her.
* * *
Jason went into the house, and Bonnie turned and glared furiously at Damon, who looked innocently back. "What did I do?" he asked.
"You tell me," she said. "Who the hell is that girl? And what'd you do to scare her so much?"
Damon frowned, and just shrugged. "I don't know," he admitted. "She does seem vaguely familiar." He looked in the direction the girl had run. "Maybe I should go," he said. And left, and was gone before Bonnie knew what was happening. She shook her head in confusement and went back into the house. She found Jason in the kitchen.
"Who's that girl?" she asked.
"Raquelle Valentina. She's new, she started last month," he said, seeming a little distracted.
"And Daphne seems a little jealous," Bonnie suggested. She had noticed Daphne didn't look as if she knew what was going on anymore than anyone else.
"Who was that guy?" Jason asked.
Bonnie frowned. "He's Stefan's older brother Damon. He's an asshole. Ignore him."
"I think he knows more than he said," Jason said.
Bonnie frowned again, thinking. Damon had seem slightly distracted, ever since he's first seen Raquelle, as if he knew her, but couldn't figure out where he knew her from. It seemed she couldn't get any peace. "What's going on?" she asked Jason.
He shrugged. "I wish I knew."
The mystery seemed to be building, and it looked like it was getting harder to solve.
* * *
Part 9
Raquelle was unhappy. Her mind whirled around in a turmoil of emotion. Damon was back in town. And he didn't even recognise her. Memories surged up around her, she felt like screaming.
Why now? Why did he have to show up now? When she was starting to settle down? This was turning into a disaster. Would he blab all over town about what she was? Showing off what he was?
Just the thoughts of the things they'd done together, the blood exchanges...it was stirring the demon inside her. She tried to put off feeding as long as possible.
She found herself in the cemetery again, unsure why. It seemed to be the only place she could really belong. The walking undead didn't belong in human society. No matter how much she could look like one, talk like once, act like one, she wasn't. She lacked one major thing - she wasn't alive.
And it was all Damon's fault. She'd known this all along. But seeing him again suddenly made everything come back.
"Hey there," a deep voice said from behind her. Raquelle gripped the tombstone in front of her. She didn't turn around. "The cemetery's a dangerous place for a nice girl to be alone."
Raquelle could feel her fangs growing. The hunger controlled her now. She'd lost her grip. She turned round, and grabbed the boy's shoulders, dragging him to her. "I'm not a nice girl," she said, before sinking her teeth in.
The hot blood gushed into her mouth, warming her, filling her with a heat and power she hadn't felt in so long. She tossed it aside, and retracted her fangs.
A sudden feeling of shame and embarrassment washed over her. What had she been thinking? Anyone could have seen her. She looked around, but could see no one watching. Guilt crowded over her and she fled.
* * *
Daphne crouched behind the gravestone, clutching her knees. She rubbed her eyes, as if she could rub off what she had just seen. She'd decided to cut through the cemetery rather than go right through town.
Big mistake. She had seen Raquelle wandering around, a vacant expression on her face. She had looked crazed. And it turned out, she was. She had *killed* that boy. She had grown fangs and drunk his blood.
She really was a vampire. Vampires were real. They weren't just myths, stories. That whole thing in Elena's diary was *real.* And Jason. Raquelle liked him, it was obvious. She stared at him, like he stared at her.
Stranding up Daphne ran back the way she'd come, this time not even caring about her expensive shoes. She had more important things to think about now.
She pounded on Jason's door. He answered, looking a little annoyed. He seemed surprised to see her. "What's the matter with you?" he asked.
"Raquelle's a vampire," she stated bluntly.
Jason stared at her for a few minutes, no expression on his face. Then he started laughing. "I don't believe this," he snorted. "You're out your mind. Vampires aren't real."
Daphne stared at him, feeling like she wanted to hit him. Get the truth into him somehow. "Yes they are," she snapped. "I saw her. She had pointy teeth and she drank a guy's *blood*."
Jason's humour faded. "This isn't funny anymore."
"It was never meant to be funny," Daphne snapped. "I'm telling you the truth Jason. Raquelle is one of the walking undead!"
Jason shook his head, his expression had turned to one of disgust. "You're pathetic, Daphne. A new girl comes, presents you with a little competition, and you go making up ridiculous stories to scare me away from her?"
Daphne stared at him, mouth open to speak but he cut in before she did.
"If you're that pathetic, then I don't want to see you anymore. Go away Daphne."
Daphne blinked, trying to digest what had happened. She felt a sudden rush of heated anger. "You'll be sorry," she said, and stormed away as he shut the door.
What a day. Daphne shook her head, still trying to digest the events. Oh the hell with it. Who cared? She was going home for some major moping.
* * *