Part 2
Home sweet home. It didn't seem to Bonnie like almost two years had passed. The time had passed so quickly. She was only supposed to be home for a short visit during a break from college.
The first afternoon back she spent wandering around the town, looking to see what, if anything had changed, who was still around. So far she had only seen one or two people she knew.
Stepping into the library a faint smile touched her lips as she noticed Elena's diaries were still there, left for the townspeople so they would know the truth about what really happened. The second time around her own diary had held the truth, but she hadn't added it to the collection.
Several people, of whom must be the next generation of teenagers in the town had glanced at her and started whispering when she'd passed by. Had they read the diaries?
Her own life seemed to have gone back to normal when she went to Boone College as she had been planning. Meredith had gone off to Duke, Bonnie wasn't sure what she was actually studying; Meredith was being very secretive about it. Matt had disappeared off to the West Coast on a football scholarship, she got a letter from him every now and then. Caroline was living it up in some fancy New York apartment, attending NYC, she called all the time, all she seemed to want to talk about was the shopping and 'the best sorority on campus' she had joined. And Elena and Stefan had flitted off to Florence and gotten married. It had been a while since Bonnie had heard from them.
She was about to leave the library when she noticed a figure moving in front of the open display case with Elena's diaries. For a moment Bonnie was riveted to the spot in shock.
The girl was blonde and slender, ice-pale skin, fashionably dressed, her hand reaching out to trace the letters on the beautiful velvet blue book that spelled 'diary'. It just couldn't be. No way! Elena was in Florence with Stefan!
As if feeling eyes on her, the girl turned. Bonnie flushed and looked away quickly, embarrassed. Uh, no. The girl wasn't Elena. The resemblance was almost uncanny. When she looked back, the girl threw her an extremely dirty glare and stalked off.
The minute she was gone, Bonnie found herself breathing again. What had...oh no. When she had left Fell's Church her psychic powers had receded. She had had no need to use them. She hadn't had anything to do with anything supernatural. (Apart from talking to Stefan occasionally, but that didn't really count.)
Now the minute she was back in Fell's Church, her nerves were singing again. That girl who looked like Elena...there was something almost...disturbing about her that Bonnie couldn't quite put her finger on. It was more than the fact that she looked almost exactly the same as Elena had...like Elena had looked like Katherine...
Uh-oh.
* * *
Jane felt like punching the next persons she heard whispering about her behind her back. Second week of school she had hoped that the gossip would finally die down, that was how it usually went.
Unfortunately, something else had happened at the weekend that was causing people to gossip intensely and whisper even more that usual.
It had been ever since Saturday. She had gone to join the local library, having nothing better to do. She had been most surprised to find some diary of a local girl on display for people to pick up and read.
It was the dairy of that girl, Elena, whose house she was living in. Jane didn't understand why anyone would want their diary on display, even if the person was dead, it was the most private place anyone could violate, to Jane, at least, looking inside someone's diary.
The other diary there belonged to the one of the town's founders, Honoria Fell, and was in a glass case. When the person had been dead for maybe two hundred years or so, then it wouldn't be so bad. But if you'd only been dead for a short time...
Yet again, she'd felt the disturbing sense of being watched and had turned around, only to see some other older girl staring at her, looking as if she'd seen a ghost. It was starting to get pathetic now.
Jane scowled as she stalked down the halls of Robert E. Lee High to the girl's bathroom. Okay, she got it, she looked like someone who was dead, she lived in the dead girl's house, what was the big deal? It was all just a coincidence.
There were a group of girls from some of her classes there, gossiping about football tryouts and the upcoming Homecoming dance. Conversation stopped as soon as Jane walked in.
"What is everyone's problem?" she snapped, annoyed. No one seemed to want to give her any sort of answers.
Most of the girls quickly gathered up their stuff and hurried out. "Excuse us for not wanting to die or go insane," one of them muttered snidely.
Jane stared after them in disbelief, still finding it extremely hard to accept that this was really happening. People were actually turning and *running* from her now? She turned to face the rows of mirrors on the wall, gripping the first sink she saw.
"I take it you don't actually know the story of Elena Gilbert."
Was it Jane's imagination or was someone actually talking to her? Jane glanced around to see one of the girls had stayed behind. A small girl with long brown hair and bright green eyes, dressed in white leather pants and a top in shades of blue.
"I've heard rumours," Jane said with a frown. "Why?"
The girl introduced herself as Sarah, and told her the whole story. Jane wasn't any happier, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, with a sinking feeling as absurd as the story sound it, she knew Sarah was telling her the truth. She thought of the diary in the library. Everything she wanted to know should be in there.
"So how come no one wants to talk to me?" she asked.
Sarah shrugged. "Well, they're afraid of...weird stuff...happening again."
"I've only just got here," Jane snorted. "Nothing weird's happened." Her mind drifted back to the crow the other night, the bird that had winked at her, been spying on her. No. That was just nuts.
Or maybe not.
* * *
It wasn't right. Just not right at all. And totally unfair. Maybe it had been one hundred years ago, but it had never happened to Allegra before. All the men she'd wanted in previous centuries had fallen at her feet.
Stefan Salvatore had seemed to her to be the challenge she'd always longed for. Mysterious and solitary, and, incidentally, gorgeous. It had taken more than ten years to finally seduce him. He'd been most reluctant to give into her, a little love spell had finally snared him.
His mind always seemed to be on a different planet, anywhere but on Allegra. And he had just walked off, without hardly a word but a quick apology that things weren't working out for him.
She had been most surprised to see him in Fell's Church, courting some little human bimbo. She had kept herself hidden, watching, that idiot Katherine hadn't been able to do much of a job of killing him.
Katherine was dead, and almost two years later, Stefan was back, slinking around in the shadows, watching the little human girl at a distance. She'd been a little confused, remembering hearing the human girl had died.
Yet there she was, walking around. And not a vampire. Allegra didn't get it. But didn't care. It was probably the oldest story in the book, revenge against a boy who had walked out on you for another girl.
Allegra didn't really care. She just wanted her shot at it. And if things went her way, she could be the one who changed the story.
* * *
Home sweet home. It didn't seem to Bonnie like almost two years had passed. The time had passed so quickly. She was only supposed to be home for a short visit during a break from college.
The first afternoon back she spent wandering around the town, looking to see what, if anything had changed, who was still around. So far she had only seen one or two people she knew.
Stepping into the library a faint smile touched her lips as she noticed Elena's diaries were still there, left for the townspeople so they would know the truth about what really happened. The second time around her own diary had held the truth, but she hadn't added it to the collection.
Several people, of whom must be the next generation of teenagers in the town had glanced at her and started whispering when she'd passed by. Had they read the diaries?
Her own life seemed to have gone back to normal when she went to Boone College as she had been planning. Meredith had gone off to Duke, Bonnie wasn't sure what she was actually studying; Meredith was being very secretive about it. Matt had disappeared off to the West Coast on a football scholarship, she got a letter from him every now and then. Caroline was living it up in some fancy New York apartment, attending NYC, she called all the time, all she seemed to want to talk about was the shopping and 'the best sorority on campus' she had joined. And Elena and Stefan had flitted off to Florence and gotten married. It had been a while since Bonnie had heard from them.
She was about to leave the library when she noticed a figure moving in front of the open display case with Elena's diaries. For a moment Bonnie was riveted to the spot in shock.
The girl was blonde and slender, ice-pale skin, fashionably dressed, her hand reaching out to trace the letters on the beautiful velvet blue book that spelled 'diary'. It just couldn't be. No way! Elena was in Florence with Stefan!
As if feeling eyes on her, the girl turned. Bonnie flushed and looked away quickly, embarrassed. Uh, no. The girl wasn't Elena. The resemblance was almost uncanny. When she looked back, the girl threw her an extremely dirty glare and stalked off.
The minute she was gone, Bonnie found herself breathing again. What had...oh no. When she had left Fell's Church her psychic powers had receded. She had had no need to use them. She hadn't had anything to do with anything supernatural. (Apart from talking to Stefan occasionally, but that didn't really count.)
Now the minute she was back in Fell's Church, her nerves were singing again. That girl who looked like Elena...there was something almost...disturbing about her that Bonnie couldn't quite put her finger on. It was more than the fact that she looked almost exactly the same as Elena had...like Elena had looked like Katherine...
Uh-oh.
* * *
Jane felt like punching the next persons she heard whispering about her behind her back. Second week of school she had hoped that the gossip would finally die down, that was how it usually went.
Unfortunately, something else had happened at the weekend that was causing people to gossip intensely and whisper even more that usual.
It had been ever since Saturday. She had gone to join the local library, having nothing better to do. She had been most surprised to find some diary of a local girl on display for people to pick up and read.
It was the dairy of that girl, Elena, whose house she was living in. Jane didn't understand why anyone would want their diary on display, even if the person was dead, it was the most private place anyone could violate, to Jane, at least, looking inside someone's diary.
The other diary there belonged to the one of the town's founders, Honoria Fell, and was in a glass case. When the person had been dead for maybe two hundred years or so, then it wouldn't be so bad. But if you'd only been dead for a short time...
Yet again, she'd felt the disturbing sense of being watched and had turned around, only to see some other older girl staring at her, looking as if she'd seen a ghost. It was starting to get pathetic now.
Jane scowled as she stalked down the halls of Robert E. Lee High to the girl's bathroom. Okay, she got it, she looked like someone who was dead, she lived in the dead girl's house, what was the big deal? It was all just a coincidence.
There were a group of girls from some of her classes there, gossiping about football tryouts and the upcoming Homecoming dance. Conversation stopped as soon as Jane walked in.
"What is everyone's problem?" she snapped, annoyed. No one seemed to want to give her any sort of answers.
Most of the girls quickly gathered up their stuff and hurried out. "Excuse us for not wanting to die or go insane," one of them muttered snidely.
Jane stared after them in disbelief, still finding it extremely hard to accept that this was really happening. People were actually turning and *running* from her now? She turned to face the rows of mirrors on the wall, gripping the first sink she saw.
"I take it you don't actually know the story of Elena Gilbert."
Was it Jane's imagination or was someone actually talking to her? Jane glanced around to see one of the girls had stayed behind. A small girl with long brown hair and bright green eyes, dressed in white leather pants and a top in shades of blue.
"I've heard rumours," Jane said with a frown. "Why?"
The girl introduced herself as Sarah, and told her the whole story. Jane wasn't any happier, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, with a sinking feeling as absurd as the story sound it, she knew Sarah was telling her the truth. She thought of the diary in the library. Everything she wanted to know should be in there.
"So how come no one wants to talk to me?" she asked.
Sarah shrugged. "Well, they're afraid of...weird stuff...happening again."
"I've only just got here," Jane snorted. "Nothing weird's happened." Her mind drifted back to the crow the other night, the bird that had winked at her, been spying on her. No. That was just nuts.
Or maybe not.
* * *
It wasn't right. Just not right at all. And totally unfair. Maybe it had been one hundred years ago, but it had never happened to Allegra before. All the men she'd wanted in previous centuries had fallen at her feet.
Stefan Salvatore had seemed to her to be the challenge she'd always longed for. Mysterious and solitary, and, incidentally, gorgeous. It had taken more than ten years to finally seduce him. He'd been most reluctant to give into her, a little love spell had finally snared him.
His mind always seemed to be on a different planet, anywhere but on Allegra. And he had just walked off, without hardly a word but a quick apology that things weren't working out for him.
She had been most surprised to see him in Fell's Church, courting some little human bimbo. She had kept herself hidden, watching, that idiot Katherine hadn't been able to do much of a job of killing him.
Katherine was dead, and almost two years later, Stefan was back, slinking around in the shadows, watching the little human girl at a distance. She'd been a little confused, remembering hearing the human girl had died.
Yet there she was, walking around. And not a vampire. Allegra didn't get it. But didn't care. It was probably the oldest story in the book, revenge against a boy who had walked out on you for another girl.
Allegra didn't really care. She just wanted her shot at it. And if things went her way, she could be the one who changed the story.
* * *