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"Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself."
- Harvey Fierstein
Chapter 2
"Evelyne!" mum yelled in Dutch.
There are many aspects that make my mother an amazing person. Her voice was sadly not one of them. It reminds me of that man in 'Princess Diaries 2' who has to announce everything. The poor fella had to scream the lunges out of his body to reach the same amount of decibels my mother produces just now.
"Yes, I'm up." Pulling my blanket off my body, confronting it with the cold air. Goose bumps appeared on my arms as if my body was telling me to get back into bed.
Goodbye precious!
I began to run down the stairs only to be stopped by the lady that raised me.
"Evelyne, you know you can't run down the stairs. What if you fall?" worry and anger coloured her heart-shaped face. Her blue eyes looked down on me, not that it was too hard. Even without the beige pumps she was wearing, she would still be 6 inches higher than my 5'1".
"Mum, I know you worry, but even if I fall it's not like I will feel it."
"Schat, just because you don't feel pain, doesn't mean your body hasn't been damaged." I hated that she always brought that up. One time, I walked for two miles with a broken leg and she never lets it go. Break your leg, everything is fine. Walk on it while its broken and everyone is losing their mind. Stupid. I sighed, knowing I could not win this fight.
"Ok, I will look out." I smiled, abide fake, to reassure her I'd listen.
Together we walked to the kitchen. Mum made French Toast, blue berry jam and freshly pressed orange juice. I never was one to eat every morning, much to mother's annoyance. She always says it is the most important meal of the day. Like I cared. I found it much better to eat when I was hungry. Like in the middle of the night when I am binge watching Supernatural or so. Mum disagreed but what she doesn't know, she doesn't couldn't judge me for.
After getting into the shower, washing my hair with shampoo that smelled just like green apples and using the shower-head as mic, I dressed. I shouldn't waste time. Sally stood at the door at 8 o'clock, with the 20 minuet drive, we were always on time but it never took much to be late.
Standing in front of my closet in only underwear while blow-drying my hair, I searched for something to wear. Pulling out a white halter top, dark blue skinny jeans and a black maxi coat just over the knees and at the back it formed a V-shape point which reached my ankles. Today I wore thigh black combat boots and emerald green studs in my ears. I didn't have time to change the piercings adoring my ears. There were just to many.
Sal' car pulled up as I picked my shoulder-bag up. Patting on my ass to make sure I had my smartphone and keys. I had just pushed my headphones in my bag so that was also okay. Sunglasses on the bridge of my nose was all that I needed.
"Mum, I'm going!" I shouted, picking up my parasol and slamming the front door close.
Sal tutted, a sign for me to hurry the fuck up.
"Coming, Coming, you inpatient Biatch!" I mumbled but a grin made it clear I didn't mean it bad. I throw my bag in the back and moved to sit.
"You got your Umbrella?" Sal didn't even look at me as she asked it. Starting our morning ritual.
"Sally, it's not an umbrella but a parasol and of course I have it." I faked outrage but couldn't hold onto my poker face for long. Sal burst out in laughter and my cheeks hurt from it all. I hated the thing but it was better to walk with a Victorian styled parasol that looked cute than turn as red as a boiled lobster.
"You gonna wait at school or at Mystic Grills?" the red head asked.
"Well, since you had to do the after school art -thingy, which I fully support even if I find it unnecessary, I will wait for you in the grills." Sal rolled her eyes. If she had rolled them further back I'd have to call an exorcist.
"BTW!" I had to cover my ears at her shoot-out.
"Bitch, you want me deaf as well? I already have enough syndromes to keep me busy." I hissed as I rubbed my ears.
Bestie looked sorry before disregarding the whole situation. "The new guy was total interested in you! How didn't I mention this earlier?"
I placed my hand on her forehead. It didn't appear to warm or cold.
"No, fever." I mumbled to myself, pulling my hand back.
"Did you fall this morning?" her reaction was to hit me on the head.
"Aw-Hey! I worry about your health and I get beaten? That's so not fair."
Sal-Sal snorted very un-ladylike: "Don't you knew that life is unfair and it's not like you can feel it."
I huffed. Using the fact I was incapable of feeling pain as an excuse is not an good argument.
"Besides, that's not what matter. That Sab-"
"Stefan" I corrected her, only to shut up again thanks to her look. I valued my life so not going to say anything for a while.
"Stefan. He seemed interested. Even asked you to walk him to class. I smell romance in the air." Hope spilled into her voice. The girl was far too invested in my dating life. And, honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.
"Well, maybe something 's wrong with your sense of smell because all I can scenes is bull, bullshit." Laughing at my own jock. Totally OK. Sal's look, not so much.
"Look, Sal-Sal, it has been only a day. No romance happens in one day, and if it happens, it is either in a fairy-tale or it's a relationship with the same course as the Titanic." I truly believed what I said. No good relationship can be built in just one day. It would only be superficial and with the first bump in the rout it would crash and burn like Air France 447. It crashed and took its 228 passengers on board with it.
"I guess. I want you to be happy." Not smiling at such a sincere comment in impossible.
"I know you do, Honey Poney Sally." Not going to use that one ever again. "I don't need to be in a relationship to be happy. I don't need a man, like the pussycat dolls sing. Nicole nailed that song." I added to bring some humour in the conversation.
"True, true, but I find Buttons even better." The red head smiled my way and bumbled her fist against me shoulder.
Stefan. Teen Fanger. Right.
"That reminds me. Sal, I found something, nothing special but I would like you to were it." I said as I pulled a small necklace shaped into a flower. It was silver and in the middle held a bright purple stone. It was made by the peddles of vervain, that were pressed into that shape. Covered with multiple layers of vervain resin. It would protect her from the likes of Stefan without looking suspicious. Most humans who were aware of the supernatural world either drunk it or wear the plant. Only a few know of the existence of vervain stones and how they looked. I liked to keep it that way. Dad gave mum such a stone in her engagement ring so she was already safe.
Sal was surprised by the gift but accepted it. She made me promise to help her get it around her neck after we arrived at school. Most of all, I felt relieve knowing the two most important people in my life were save. Neither know. Dad never told mum, or me for that matter for he had dead already. I had known it form before she adopted me.
Sal pulled into the parking space, sure all was right she pulled the key out. Just like she said, Sally made me fret with locket before taking it over. I know I wasn't going to be much of a help. Glancing at the flower that laid on the top of her sternum, I couldn't stop myself from giving myself a mental pat on the shoulder.
"What do you have now?" Bestie asked.
I just knew, I was going to regret saying it but did I listen to my own thoughts? The answer is No, I did not.
"History." I could see the wheels turn in her head.
"As in 'the class you have with the smoking hot new guy?" eyes twinkling in a way that would make Dumbledore jealous. I knew I should kept my tramp (mouth) shut.
"Yes." I replied through my teeth.
"It is nice to be known as 'The smoking hot new guy from History.'" A voice, male and deep, said form behind us.
Fuck.
From the look on my BFF's face she was thinking the same. Both of us turned to face Stefan. Well, Sal, being the tall ass person she was, could actually look at his face. I, on the other hand, stared at a chest. A well-developed chest. I almost did a Peggy Carter from Captain America 1: The First Avenger. Almost.
Tilling my head back to look him in the face. "Who said we were talking about you?"
I cocked my head, crossed my arms and shifted my weight to my left leg.
"Are there any new students that also happen to have History now?" the smirk – could only be called a smirk- made it clear he found the situation hysterical.
Ass.
"Well, as the matter of fact, there is. His name is Sucka."
"What?" bushy eyebrows falling, making him look more serious.
"Sucka Dick." I yelled to the guy facing my back and sweet ass. Pulling Sal with me.
"That was not nice." She told me as we were out of hearing distance. Shrugging my shoulders, it wasn't that I disagreed with her. I just didn't care. Something about him hits all the buttons I have. Good and Bad. He was a risk I wasn't willing to take. Not with my Bestie so close. Alone it would be find, but a would never gamble with Sal's life.
"You know, maybe you are reacting like this because he fits your type." A long index finger tapping her bottom lip, brows frown. Silly Sally. What type?
"Sal, I don't have a type. In fact, I don't even know what I should have a preference about." Shacking my head in disbelieve.
"Lili," Oh damn it all, she was getting serious, she only used that nickname when she was, fuck, "you do have a profile, you like tall, dark and handsome. The only exception you have on that rule is the dude that plays Eric North-"
"Alexander Skarsgård." I informed her.
"Yes, that dude. You just drool over Christian Bale, Sebastian Stan and Pierce Brosnan. All of them are tall, dark and handsome. Girl, you got a type. And Stefan fits. Brown hair, tall and handsome. At least in a physical way, you are attracted to him."
"Ok, no. It takes more than a person's looks. I have never fallen in love because even if I find someone remotely handsome or good-looking, they always turn into fucktards. Maybe I am a breathing asshole detector."
"Well, I firmly believe you are wrong and I am right." She told me before walking to her class.
"Let's agree to disagree." I yelled at her back. Her response was a lovely finger.
Huffing, I walked into class and dropped my fine ass on my seat. With what Sal said I didn't pay attention to my surrounding. This was a crucial error and marked the end of my life, the universe and everything.
"It is nice to sit next to the person who told me to – and I quote – 'Sucka Dick'." I squeezed my eyes shut, asking God to make the male next to me disappear. Sadly, God didn't do shit. As usual. Maybe it's because I really am the child of the devil.
Satan, swallow the guy seated next to me in a giant hole that leads straight to hell. I peeked with my right eye to see if he was still there. And, guess what. He still was. The child of Satan my ass.
"Right, well. It's okay is you want to. People will love you just as much if you like it." Big smile on my face to hide my discomfort. The story of my life.
"Evelyne, I'm not gay." Stefan looked me deep in the eyes, as deep as it is possible with my black sunglasses. His were a fresh green, the colour I always imagine Harry Potters eyes would be.
"Okay, just say that to Elena. She will love to hear that." My remark made the man cock his head to the left. Just like a puppy. Oh God, that was cute. He is cute.
Evelyne! Bad thoughts.
"I'm not interested in Elena.' He frowned, " I mean I was but not anymore, not that way. I like being friend with her. That's all." He explained, eyes big. Looking every inch of sincere.
"Hmmm, right." I glanced down at my history book. I felt his gaze burn on my skin, it reminded me of the sun, hot and consuming. I was relieved to see that Mr. Tanner walked into the classroom. Stopping Stefan from saying anything else. I noticed his attention shift from me to another person, most likely Elena.
"Originally discovered nearly 5 centuries ago, it hasn't been over Mystic Falls in over 145 years. Now, the comet will be its brightest right after dusk during tomorrow's celebration." Informed Tanner us. As he went further into details, the teacher saw two of his students not talking notes.
" Are we bothering you, Mr. Salvatore? Ms. Gilbert?" he asked, disdain audible in his voice.
They broke their lovingly gaze at each other and the class continued without fuzz. Bless Satan.
I walked to Biology when my books were knocked out of my arms onto the dirty floor. The cause was a 250 pounds jock with low self-esteem he tries to cover up together with the fact that he is in the closet so deep, he could be visiting Narnia.
"If it isn't our own little vampire." The sneer on his face could made Malfoy nodded in approval. The ginger was pale, had freckles on the bridge of his nose that spread across his cheeks. He was tall, at least 6'2, it made him look even more intimidation to others than normal. I bend to pick up my books and walk away. Well, that was the plan. It sadly didn't exactly go that way.
As I bend down to pick my book Bio, notes and notepad, a foot on my notes stopped me. Looking up, so high my neck protested, I stared at the jock. I didn't believe in fairy-tales and now I wasn't making myself any illusions. This fight I couldn't win, not entirely at least. I knew that if he didn't get his kicks with me, Sally would be his next victim and she couldn't handle it.
"On your knees, on the ground at my feet. That is where you belong." I wanted to say so many things, be it about him being a dumb hillbilly or his orientation. But, I couldn't bring myself to do that. I never bully someone about the later or use it to hurt them. So I stared and waited for him to pulled his foot back and leave. I didn't expect him to grab my glasses, nor did I predicted him to throw them on the floor and step on them. It made me snap. Standing up with now everything in hand, I looked him in the eye.
"You may try to bring me down because you know that after this few years you will never achieve anything while I go out there and actually make something off myself. Something that is even impossible for you to imagine with your family of rednecks and cousin-fuckers, so let me say this once and once alone. If you do this again, I will ruin you. I will destroy anything and everything you hold dear. You know the company both your dumbass parents - who probably didn't even want you in their own pathetic miserable lives - work at? My mother own it, you dense fucktard." I smiled and for some reason it wouldn't have surprised me if my teeth had changed into those of a shark. My smile screamed cold, sharp and deathly. Throughout my little speech he went from flaming red to pale. But I wasn't close to done.
"With one word, your parent would be kicked out. Without anything. I wonder how long you will last." I grabbed him by the collar of the shirt until my mouth was close to his ear.
"And I think that we both knew who from the two of us really want to be on his knees, preferable with a cock in his mouth. No?" I whispered in his ear, low enough he could hear it but the people around us couldn't. Not even this pissed was I that major a bitch to out someone. Ginger went white as a sheet. Seeing he got it, I let his t-shirt go and walked away, not even glancing at my glasses laying broken on the grey stones or the crowd that parted as I walked bye. Head high, meeting everyone's eyes. Not for long, the other person always looked away first. I disliked my eyes but damn if they weren't effective.
That day, no one dared to say anything, let alone lay a finger on me. I wasn't proud I used his preference as a way to intimidate but what happened, happened. There is no need to cry over spilled milk.
By lunch, all the student body was aware of what had occurred and it was clear in the way they jumped out of the way for me as I strolled through the halls. I won't lie and say I didn't enjoy the power I held. It just seemed silly to fear me the way the other did. I remember once, a year or two ago, some spread the rumour that if you met my eyes for longer than ten seconds, you are cursed. For a whole month my fellow students wouldn't look me in the eyes. Even now, some only glance but never longer than ten seconds.
I entered the cafeteria and saw Sal was already waiting for me. Today on the menu, was Caesar Salat, pasta Bolognese or something I failed to identify. Playing it safe, well as safe as it can be, I picked the Bolognese and Sally picked the salat.
Bhua, salad. How she can eat that voluntary is a mystery to me.
"Have you heard the news?" I raised my eyebrow, like someone is going to talk to me.
"Right, well. Vicky, that is Victoria Donovan, older sister of Matt, who is one year below him because she had to repeat so many years, was attacked by an animal yesterday at the party."
Animal attack. No. That doesn't sound right. Suddenly there are so many, just after Stefan moved into town. I knew he wasn't the reason behind the assaults with him being a puss, not being able to handle human blood and as consequence condemned to drink Thumper and Bambi. Did he bring someone with him? That is the only reasonable explanation. The question now is who? Not Lexi, she was to smart to leave a trail this. Did he meet someone new? It could be his brother but they weren't on good terms, so unless these cases of 'animal violence' were some elaborated plan to piss bunny eater off, it seemed unlikely. Besides, from what I heard the older brother was still searching for ways to get Katherine out of the tomb, not knowing she never was in it. I felt some pity for the vampire, but well he fell for her. So, it also ruled out the doppelganger-turned-vampire. She was still running after all. Well, whomever it may be, time will tell.
"Well, that is unfortunate. But I don't get what the big deal is?" I stabbed my pasta as if it had offended me.
"Well, I was listing to Elena and Matt-"
"You were ear-dropping?"
"I wasn't eardrop-" the look I gave her stop her from finishing "Okay, I was ear-dropping but that's not the thing that needs our focus."
"Ok, go one." I told her with a hand motion for her to continue.
"Right, ehum, where was I?" she frowned. God, I love her to pieces but she was a shatter-head, even worse than me. Had her head not been attached to her body, she would have lost it years ago.
"With Elena and Matt."
"Right, right. Matt told Elena that Vicky said vampire over and over again before passing out." It confused Sal. She believed in lost off supernatural crap, such as fairies (I believe in fairies, I do, I do) and adored Twilight. I couldn't judge, I like the first book too.
This, however, confirmed my suspicion about Stefan and the mystery vampire. The only reason I can think of as to why they are here is Elena. I needed to look at my files and the journals I found in the basement. Ignorance may be a blessing but knowledge is power. And more importantly, it kept you alive. And I guess it's only a matter of time before the doppelganger will discover that humans aren't on the top of the food chain. I pondered of how she would react. Dramatically, for sure. Crying will make an appearance without a trace of doubt. First, the little girl will be scared and try to block the scary much bigger world out. I pursed my lips to contain my chuckle. Like the world would let her. As evil and apathetic as it sounded, I felt like this would be an amusing soap show to watch and I would stay to see it all play out.
"Well, she was drunk and on drug so I couldn't put too much though in it." I lied. There would be a time to tell Sal about what else is out there. But there was no need to tear her world apart just yet. I wanted her to have the carefree childhood, filled with complaining about school and boys. Mine was ripped from me far to early and I planned on spearing her from experiencing what I went through even if it would be on a lower level.
Sally hummed but gave no reply.
"Matt is still in love with Elena. But she is more interested in your McHottie." She told me before talking a big bite of her salad. Sal refused to comprehend that he wasn't mine.
"I think it's normal he's still hopelessly in love with the chick, I mean they were together for what, 2 years? They probably shared all their firsts with each other and Matt maybe believed it could even be their lasts. As for Salvatore, He is not nor will he ever be my McHottie. BTW, stop calling him McHottie, it's a stupid nickname." That made the girl snorted and almost chock in her food.
"That's God punishing you." I told her with a smirk adoring my face. Pocking pasta on my fork, I began to eat. I was hungry and the Bolognese wasn't too bad. I couldn't cook for shit, so I never had high expectations and eat everything as long as it's eatable.
"I hate you and you don't even believe in God."
"Yeah, well, I might have had an epiphany and you can't hate this cute face." Giving here the puppy eyes, a secret weapon I rarely used because of my shades and because of that, Sal didn't have resistance against it.
"Yeah, yeah. I love you till hell and after the devil kicked us out. Now stop looking at me with those puppy eyes." I was always insecure about my eyes. A little too big for my face and the colour made them stand out. If someone had told me to stop looking, I would have though my eyes bothered them but with Sal-Sal I knew it wasn't because of my eyes but the look I used that made her ask it.
"What happened anyway? I have heard so many things. I even hear Genny, from English lit., say that you summoned a demon to get your revenge on this town. So did you summon one and was he as hot as Sebastian?" the Black Butler reference wasn't lost on me, I was the one who made her watch it in the first place.
"I wish. Ginger-head knocked my stuff on the floor and stepped on my glasses. I snapped and told him I would make mum fire his parents if he bothered me again. That made him back of easily."
"Wow, he really must have struck a nerve, for you to pull the Mum card." He did. I could bear all his shoves or him knocking my books out my hands, but no one touches my glasses. My eyes made me stand out more than I already do.
"Yeah, he did. I never forgotten the time everyone, even teachers, feared me. Not the most fun way to enter a new school." The cafeteria was filled with people but I felt alone. I would have been, if not for Sal. Honestly, I never understood why she wasn't with the normal group or even the popular one. She was pretty, smart and communicate without acting like a dick. I suspect my presence has something to do with it but I don't want to make it seem as if the world revolved around me.
"Anyway, I have Art 'til 4, so you can go to the grill or something. Just text me where you are and I will come."
My head nodded on his own, this wasn't a new predicament. One day in the week Sal would stay longer in school for Art. It wouldn't shock me if in college she would study something related to art or design. I had been the judge of her drawing multiple times and been her doll to dress up and create clothes for. At least ¼ of my closet was filled with her creations and I wore them more often than my other ones. How could I not, with the time and effort she put in them. While she never asked for anything back, I made sure her playlist was filled with the newest music and found her the materials she needed.
"Do I have to act as your mannequin any time soon?" four weeks had passed by since the last time, statistically she would asked somewhere this week.
"Not yet. Still working on the design for you dress. I'm making you something to were to that founder party and the Founder Day. I'm thinking Victorian Goth for the later." She explained as she handed me an olive. The look on my face made her laugh. She knew I hated parties and olives. How anyone could put those nasty little things in their mouth is a riddle for me.
"Well, don't wasted you time, I have made sure that Mum doesn't know the party, so I don't have to go. I had to go outside before mum woke to take the invitation out of the mailbox. Only to avoid that horror, would I rise so early." I was convinced I had my ticked out of jail and was passing Go.
At least I thought so until Sal's guilty visage received my attention. Not good.
"I may have, accidently mentioned it to your mum yesterday in the mall. Sorry." No, no, oh, no. If it wasn't for my exceptional self-control I would have been freaking out so hard.
"Sally! Oh, God, NO, no no no. I need to walk into a wall or something and go to the hospital. Why did mum marry a member of a founding family. It's like she tries to make my life more difficult."
"V, chill. It's not that bad." She tried to reassure me.
"Will you come as my date?" If I was going down, so was she.
"Hell no, you are on your own. The snobs ruin any creativity I have." No shame in her voice nor in her facile expression, the skank. Unbelievable.
"So you are telling me to go and suffer while you sit on your arse?" I complained and had I been standing I would have stumped the ground.
"Pretty much, yes." Sal seemed happy with my predicament and my way of handling it. Why did I ever become friend with her?
Because no one else wanted to and she is the yin to your yang.
"If I didn't like you, I would call you a hypocrite."
"Well, you don't like me, you love me. And I'm not a hypocrite but an opportunist. Now I can make you a dress and watch you suffer all at the same." She gave me a big smile, all teeth.
Biatch.
"You can ask Stefan." Sal between bites. I could understand why she thought it was on good possibility but with him being what he is and me not having figured out how to handle the situation, it was for now better to keep my distance.
"Well, I'm pretty sure he is going to ask Elena. I believe he has a crush on her just like 99% of the guys in this school."
The bell rang indicating the end of your lunch period. Sal told me to not do stupid shit. Her words not mine. Before reminding me to text her so she would pick me up. I wouldn't see her for the remaining of the day so I nodded like a good girl and said she worried too much. She laughed so loud people stared. "I don't worry about you but about the people around you. You put the laughter into slaughter."
I never understood the appeal of Mystic Grill. First off all, the name. Could it be anymore cliché? Furthermore, it was so dark with all the dark wooden structures and the people are not the nicest either. Matt was OK, for a jock. He had brains and even talked to me or Sal-Sal. That put him an my Try-to-be-nice-to list. It only included Matt and Bonnie.
It may be odd that the others weren't on it but that is easily explained. Elena wasn't on there because she was an angel to teachers and the students that in her eyes mattered while being a utter bitch to all the others. Most didn't see it, though that they misunderstood the shit they found themselves in because of her. I wouldn't have made too much a deal out of it, hadn't she been an equally big selfish person to her friends. It was clear Caroline envied her and was insecure about being perceived as shallow and dumb.
Caroline wasn't on it because she started the rumour and while it was long ago, people today still believe it. That, however, didn't stop me from admiring the potential she had. She could rule the world with her determination and enthusiasm.
The oldest Gilbert was here as well, taking loud with Bonnie about Stefan and blah blah blah. It all seemed so childish. It was obvious the girl wasn't over her parents death and now she wanted to throw herself on a guy as distraction to what is happening around her. Yet as pointless as it all was, I couldn't stop myself from feeling envious. Part of me wonders if I too, would have been worried about such things if my childhood had been any different. Probably, I'm not fooling myself into thinking I'm that extraordinary. There is a certain beauty to 'normality', one only those who know and understand the absurdity of said concept, see and truly experience.
There are times I look at this world and it feels as if there is a glass layer between me and it. Preventing me from fully feeling what others do. The moments, when my past is but a though away, that it's as if I could only feel everything or nothing at all. It feels like having to pick which is worse; drowning beneath the vast blue or dying of thirst. Depending on what I remember, either can be said to be worse.
God, I am more damage then I sometimes realise. Enough with the sad thoughts.
I gazed at the carbon copy, she wasn't ready to accepted that humans weren't the only creatures that looked the way we do. I would bet my right leg, she would run faster than Usain Bolt when she found out. Part of me, the mischief and apathic part, wanted to stay close just to see it happen. And maybe take a picture. You know, as souvenir.
Some other part of me felt sad for her, after all ignorance was a bless. On she couldn't keep with what she was and what she meant for the supernatural world. Her naivety would come with a high price. I'd convince my mother to move hadn't it been for Sally. The danger that was coming was inevitable if we stayed. At least I knew more than most, so I could protect both of them. The question was if I get caught up in Elena's mess, who would look out for them.
I pulled away from my thoughts in time to see Elena rush to the door, probably to confront Stefan. A piece of me, I didn't know how big it was, disliked the attention Elena was getting from Stefan. Silly I knew, after all the effort I put into making sure that happened. I shook my head, as it to shake out the bad thoughts running through my mind.
Stefan, at the moment, is harmless for the lack of better term but he remained a potential threat. The best thing, right now, was probably to keep my distance but every passing day it's get harder to do so. Maybe, I needed to let go o the silly notion I could avoid him and help the vampire instead. If I helped him control his more primitive side, maybe he really could become my friend. He would not be so weak and not limited in this vampire strenght.
I'd have to look into it an other time.
I found a table at the back, with little to no people around that was quiet. Pulling my copy of 'Sofie's world' out my bag and started reading. It would be an hour before Sal was done and with Jeremy calculated into the equation, it could take even longer. After setting an alarm on my phone to remind me to send a text, I put it away.
Sofie and her mystery pen-pal were more interesting than the rest of the world.
The next day, I had preferred it to be a normal boring day. That wasn't the case. Sally had heard Bonnie and Elena talk about Stefan.
"Apparently, he has raging-brother issues and is looking for a rebound. She was so mad, he didn't text. Not that he could, since she forgot to give him her number or e-mail."
"I don't get how that is his fault." I said as I put my maths book in my locked and grabbed philosophy.
"Neither do I, maybe because he should have asked or give her his information. Either way, the thing that bugged her the most was the fact his brother, yes you heard that right, his brother is in town and staying for a while."
Now I know who the mystery vampire is. Damon Salvatore. Didn't expect that. This meant he had found a way to enter the tomb. Why else would he came back. He was dangerous, and that as put lightly. I worried about my friend, she was pretty enough for him to grab and feed. As if the universe was sending me a message, I watched Caroline passed by and ceased worrying. The chances are he will use the blonde. From my information, it was said the brothers hated each other, reason behind it was Katherine who happened to be their vampire mommy.
I deemed it logical to presume he, Damon, would try to get close to Elena. Not only to irritate Stefan but also to get a closer look at the girl wearing the same face as his beloved Kitty-Kat, the woman he has loved for more than a century. I felt sorry him, soon he would find out she wasn't in the tomb under the burned down church.
"Well, I hope they repair their relationship, the brothers I mean. It seems sad to hate one and other for eternity."
"Eternity, more like the next 60 to 70 years. Life is too short to be seen as an eternity."
"And yet, it's the longest thing we do on this earth."
"Right, well, go to philosophy with your depri thoughts. They fit there. I'm going to English." She told me and turned around with a wave.
Shaking my head with a smile on my face, I made my way to the class.
"Do you have Mr. Vogel now?" Stefan asked as he appeared out of thin air next to me.
"Yes, why do you ask?" I frowned, my head wasn't happy with the situation while my heart, for the lack of a better term, didn't seem to mind it. Someone big and strong to protect me from the world.
Where did those thoughts come from?
"I found English Literature not really for me, so I asked to change it."
More like compelled the brains out of the poor woman.
"Right and you choice philo? Not the easiest thing the choice. Why did you?" I wondered. It was true not many students like the class, several switched to less difficult ones. The 'problem' with philosophy was you couldn't just learn it, you needed to understand it and have your own opinion on thing which you were ready to defend if necessary.
"I always like it. Sofie's world was the main reason behind it. It explain everything and made it clear even for a layman."
"Yes it does. It was written for that purpose alone. I wouldn't call it light reading, for most people it takes quite some time to finish it. It's about 600 pages. Not the tightest book I've read but defiantly one that stuck. I'm re-reading it at the moment. The start of a new schoolyear seemed fitting." Where all of this talk came from, I don't know. So don't ask but I liked that I could talk about it. Sal wasn't fascinated by Socrates or Plato. Aristoteles sounded like 'arrest to tit less' in her opinion and Immanuel Kant just sounded funny. My bestie was smart, just not concerning this.
"I hope the teacher is good. A teacher who doesn't know what he's talking about is a waste of time to listen to."
"True, but that's for every course the case. I don't want to imagine what a difference it would be for people to be taught by a docent who knew what he's talking about. Ms. D'accord, for instance. She may have a French last name but she doesn't understand French at all. I'm glad she retires after this year."
"I didn't know you spoke French." Was it really that surprising for someone to speak more than one language?
"Yes, I do. I also know Dutch, German, Latin and (Old) Greek. My mother is originally from Belgium. It is normal for her to speak those and she insisted I learned them as well."
"Are Latin and Ancient Greek still taught in Belgium?" I understood his surprise. Both were death languages most people deemed unnecessary to teach or learn.
"Yes, it an option you can take. School in Belgium or Europe in general is quite different from here. Less sports." Not that I have to do any sports here.
"Fascinating." For a second he sounded the age he actually was rather than how old he looked.
He opened the door for me and let me enter the class. Mr. Vogel hadn't arrived so, nor had many of the other students. But they were slowly trickling into the room.
"Here." I said as I handed him my philosophy book. I already read it front to back so, I didn't really need it.
"You probably haven't been given one yet. So you can use mine if you want." I explain as he took it from my hand. His long fingers caressing the tops of mine. Sending a shiver up my spine. One I could barely conceal.
"Thanks. You are sure you want need it?" he asked, being the polite man he was taught to be. His eyes were burning. I was glad I had my glasses. With those eyes I wouldn't shock me if he could read people's darkest secrets.
"Yes, I-" before I could fully answer, Vogel entered and the class became quiet. The man was older, in his fifties and married. He had two daughters but both were too young to go to high school. He had found his wife later in life and waited before getting children. Thus, the being so young while he had already a respectable age. The man, Sam if you knew him well enough, was kind and loved teaching; making this one of my favourite courses to follow. It helped that he made power points to elucidate any misunderstanding one could be facing.
During class, Sal texted to meet her after class immediately, usual place. Frowning at what it could be that made her so hipper, my attention drifted from the class to her message and back again. I kept glancing at the clock, willing it to go faster. From the corner of y eye, I could see that my behaviour was odd enough to make the brunette next to me raise his eyebrow.
The bell rang and before Stefan could say a word I was out my seat and gone, of to find my platonic soul-mate. Dogging the people in the hallway, as if I was dogging my responsibilities. I run to one of the older unused classrooms. I had snitched the key from a janitor a month after getting here and hit it behind a loose tile near the door, so only Sal or me could open it and neither of us could get caught with the key.
"Wh-" I paused, out of breath and completely out of shape, "What happened?"
"I kissed Jeremy." Sal all but yelled. Her face went from happy, to worried to uncertain to happy all over again.
"Ok, did you started or he?" I tried to pulled the situation apart, that way we could evaluate it piece by piece and it wouldn't freak Sally out.
"I kissed him fist but he was going to! I know it. He was all in my face and looking at my lips. I-I just reacted." She explain, getting redder and redder as time passed.
"Right, did he kiss back?" I asked. If hope he did.
"Yes. His tongue was down my throat."
"TMI, Sal, TMI!" I shivered in horror at the picture that popped up in my head. How my mind could torture me like that.
"If he kissed you back, what is the problem?"
"I don't know, the fact that he is in love with Vicky, or that he is using or that I ran like a bunny with my tail between my legs!"
Wasn't it as a dog with its tail between his legs?
"He isn't together with Vicky. Maybe he has fallen for you! He's an idiot if he isn't. Small Gilbert is using but there are things as rehab. Both Rihanna and Amy Winehouse sing about it. He could also stop if he gets the support he needs. As for the running, well… that wasn't smart. Just go see him after school and explain. You kinda gave away how you feel about him, you might as well spill the tea."
Sal walked from one end of the room to the other. This had her all riddled up and I wasn't really the right person to talk to. I never been in a relationship nor had I experience a crush. I pulled Sal to me in a hug.
"Look, Sal, whatever you decide to do, I will be right by your side, every step of the way. To hell and after we get kicked out by the devil. Ok. If you confess how you feel about the kid, fine, go for it. If you don't, equally fine. I don't care for Jeremy, I only care for you and how you feel."
Her arms tightened around my waist and she buried her face in my hair. "Thanks." It was said so softly, that I wouldn't have hear it if I wasn't paying attention.
"No probs, buttercups. Just, know: he hurts you, I will kill the little fucker." I told her with a big smile. All teeth and no warmth.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. But if he does hurt me, you will have to deal with him after I am done." That's my girl.
School was done for today and everyone was preparing for the comet. I didn't see the big deal of it but Sal was interested. She believe in all that crap from your astrologic sign and all that nonsense. I didn't get it but indulged her. After all that was what besties means. Support each other and be interested by what the other likes.
The evening fall and the people made their way to the town square. The other students were there as well. Even Vicky was here. I had seen her somewhere in the crowd. Personally I wouldn't have come outside with a wound like that on my neck. It was begging the vampire to snack from you again. But, it was better her neck than mine or Sal-Sal's.
"Vicky is back." I informed the redhead. It made her raise an eyebrow. I never was one to notice the people around me. Suspicion flashed through her eyes.
"How do you know?"
"Relax. I just saw her. She had this big ass thing on her neck to cover the wound." I structured to the place she had been bite.
"I heard she was so on the drugs she couldn't defend herself. She was lucky to survive."
I couldn't disagree with that. If the one who took a bite out of her had been Damon, and there wasn't another alternative, he could have easily suck her dry. It's not like he cares. He can't, not with his switch on OFF.
"I'm gonna get us candles. Stay were you are." She ordered me. Used to that.
Not far ahead from me Elena and Stefan were fighting. The distance too big for me to hear everything. I heard she understood something, said a lot of 'check' s before walking away. I have had strange conversations but even to me that seem odd. Could be because I only heard a small part of it all. The brunette didn't give him the chance to reply. Off she went like a butterfly, or warps depending on whom you asked.
I caught his attention and he made his way over to me. He looked good. But then again, when didn't he.
Stop it, brains.
"You know ear-dropping isn't nice."
"I didn't realise I dropped my ears. Will you help me search for them?" my sarcastic comment made him smile and I felt relieved he didn't look so disappointed anymore.
"Even in the dark you wear the shades?" I knew he was going to ask one day but he did it faster than I predicted he would.
"My eyes are messed up so it's better not to let people see them. Most of them, find my eyes disgusting."
"I can make my own opinions you know?"
"I do, don't get me wrong. It's just easier to not let them be seen. That way I don't have to look at hear horrified faces and they don't have to look at them. It is easier this way, even is it may not be the right way."
"Ok." He wanted to push but knew better.
"What brings you to the comet?"
"Well, I wasn't interested in that. Elena came to my house yesterday and talked to Damon. He's my older brother."
"Family problems?"
"You can say that." He gave a quick smile and rubbed the back in his neck. "He told her I wasn't over my ex."
"Are you?" I asked before adding "Are you over your ex?"
"Yes, I never loved her. I know it sounds harsh but the feeling I had for her can't be described as such."
"Hmmm. If they can't be seen as love, what did you feel?"
"Fascination, attraction, lust… I- she was so different from all I knew. It was easy to believe I loved her. I needed that at the time but now it's clear to me."
"How are those feeling different from the once you have for Elena? I presume you like her, no?"
"I do like her. She is kind," I had to hold back a laugh, what a joke, "compassionate and smart." Right. She never read anything, asked the nerds to do everything for her. Kind and smart. My pale white ass.
"But the feelings I have for her aren't that different than those I had for Karthrine. My ex. She fascinates me and while I do enjoy her presence. I am not in love with her."
"Don't play with the girl's heart. If you don't feel for her that way. Make it clear. If she gets mad, well it's not your fault you don't like her. Just, don't string her along. That would be cruel and unnecessary. Be friends and maybe it can grow into something more." I paused, thinking about what I should say.
"Those who believe in love at first sight don't know what love is. Love takes time. First you must love yourself and accept who you are completely before you can love an other person. There is no point in loving someone if you hate yourself. Love yourself. Be friends first and love will come is it's meant to be. Don't worry." I truly believed what I said. Stefan didn't love himself or accepted what he was. Not all vampires are monsters and not all monsters are vampires. He needed to see that.
His bunny-diet wasn't good for him. It made him weaker than normal vampires but consuming blood would consume him. Stefan wouldn't able to stop, not without help. The guilt would eat him alive and he would go all ripper.
I looked around Sal still hadn't returned. I frowned before worry was the only thing I felt.
"Stefan, I have to go. Sal is waiting for me." I turned, and ran away. He wasn't my priority. Sal was. I looked around and felt relieve as she made her way over to me.
"You can't believe how many people were in line before me! I had to wait forever. Here" She handed me the candle and I just hugged her. I don't know what I would do without her.
"Hey, why are you so emotional?"
"I just felt like it."
"You sure you're not gay?" one of her red eyebrows went up.
"No, you silly. Now light my candle." I ordered. Smiling at her. It was a good night and tomorrow will be even better.
Sal had to leave early, saying she had a test tomorrow, I just think she didn't want to miss 'Say yes to the Dress'. I'm not judging her… but I am.
I headed to Mystic Grill for a drink before I planned on heading home. The whole comet-thing had drained me and I was thirsty so, to the grill I went. As I entered I was Stefan and Elena talking, again. They hadn't something better to do than talk?
"Hey, Matt. Can I get a bourbon?" I tried to look cute.
"Nice try." He joked before giving me my regular Fanta.
"You have good taste." A voice, male, deep and screaming cocky. I looked to the source. It was a man, early to mid-twenties. The man was handsome, no denying there. Standing a solid 6' feet in height and in possessing of a toned, extremely well built physique. He had a light complexion with olive undertones that made me jealous. His face was striking as well, with a strong classic bone structure, high cheeks bones and a sharp jaw line that could make every male model green of envy.
Dark brown maybe even black hair hanged just over the tips of his ears, styled in a casual disarray that must have taken hours to look so good. I had to believe that for my own peace of mind. However even with all that going for it, it were his eyes, intense and shocking light blue surrounded bye dark lashes and brows that caught my attention. They were a storm captured in colour.
"Thanks. Having a good taste in alcohol is pretty normal, when you're from Belgium." It was normal to consume alcohol from 16 years old. Only soft drinks but at parties people didn't really pay to much attention. Everything under the 30 degrees was soft. So we could drink pretty much anything.
"Belgium. That's a long way from home, Ms…" he said. I marvelled at how good his face was with showing how he felt. At the mention of Belgium, his eyebrows raised, causing lines to appear on his forehead. His eyes sparkled with curiosity and the corners of his mouth when up. Forming a smirk that screamed 'bad boy'.
"Evelyne Ravenworth. Mr. …?" I asked him in return. The name rang a bell with him. I wasn't sure as to why. But I had a whole conversation to find out.
"Founding family, Ravenworth. And the name is Salvatore, Damon Salvatore."
Damon Salvatore, also known as the 'Reincarnation of the Devil Himself'
Species: Vampire
First off the Line: Niklaus Michaelson
Gender: Male
Height: 6'
Age: -Physical: 25 years old
-Actual: 170 years old (Turned in 1864)
Sire: Katherine Pierce also known as Katerina Petrova
Known associates: - Stefan Salvatore, younger brother (America, USA, Virginia, Mystic Falls)
-Katherine Pierce, Maker/old lover (location unknown)
Information: Extremely dangerous, is known for his spontaneous and sarcastic behaviour. Kills without conscious. He possesses special gifts, unknown which ones and there extend.
Status: Re-capture if possible. Kill if necessary.
Here is our mystery vampire. He was more handsome than I though he would be. It was nice, having something to look at besides Stefan. Their family really won a golden ticked in the genetic pool, for looks at least. Now I only wondered if that bell rang because he had hear of my connection, if one could call it that, with Stefan or because of my last name.
"Same back at you. What brings to town? It's not like this is the most interesting place to be." I chuckled at my own remark. I knew that if I hadn't been tied to this place I would have screamed Hasta la Vista and Arrivederci.
"It seemed a good idea to visited the family. It has been some time since I have seen my brother." The smirk on his face told me he was making some kind of inside joke. I had to bite the inside of my cheek not to giggle, he sounded like he cared. A trade Damon didn't possess if my sources were correct.
"Stefan, right?" it left my mouth before I could control myself.
Stupid Evelyne.
He raised his eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. "I know him from history and philosophy."
"Right." He draw the word out, indicating he didn't believe me entirely. Damon drank his bourbon in one go before staring at me. His blues fixated on me like a poems on its prey right before he moved his move. It screamed danger for me, while for most woman it could be interpreted as seduction, I knew better.
"What's with the glasses?"
"Haven't you heard, I'm a vampire." I laughed and he did so too. However we laughed for different reason. He, because a human called herself a vampire and I for making a vampire joke to a vampire who didn't know I knew he was one himself.
Funny.
"That's a good one but seriously, why?" He leaned in, I could feel the force behind the words. The vampire who was believe to be the reincarnation of the Devil himself, wasn't playing anymore.
"My eyes. They gross people out." I had to be careful. If he noticed I couldn't be compelled, the chances of me dying go exponentially up. I looked away from him, it would give me an excuse not to answer his questions and not to feel the heat behind his gaze. Cold and hot at the same time.
"Can I see them?" I was torn into, I didn't want to get more attention from him, as immensely handsome as he was, but not giving him what he was could also draw his focus to me.
"I should go. Better not to spoil your evening. Wouldn't want you to tasted that bourbon for a second time." My lips stretched into a timid smile, pushing a lock behind my ear. I pulled a 5 dollar bill out my pocket and placed it on the bar.
"Thanks for the chat and have a nice evening." I told him and both of us were surprised by the sincerity behind it.
"Wait." A warm hand wrapped around my wrist. It was big, particularity compared to my own. Frowning, letting my confusion show, I looked at him with my head cocked to the right.
"I have seen many ugly thing in my life, a pair of eyes won't disturb me." His voice was filled with confidence. I liked the sound of it. Deep and warm. Raspy on the end. It reminded me of dark chocolate and caramel.
"Maybe." I studied him, even after all this years he held himself as a soldier. The civil war was long over and yet it still effect his stand. Perhaps it wasn't the only war he fought it. It wouldn't be impossible, Wolverine did it. But then again, that was in comics.
"Soldier?" I couldn't stop my curiosity from making me spill those words. It alerted Damon that someone, a tiny girl, could see through this finely build mask and see that side of him.
"How did you know?" he asked, suspicion clearly visible in his eyes while his face still showed a smirk. Maybe it was because he had served, even when he didn't want to or wasn't obliged to do so, that convinced me into telling him, or perhaps it was because even with all he was and had done in the past, the man still was capable of loving, even if for one person alone. Suddenly, the hatred I felt for Katherine dubbed in size. The discovery that she wasn't in there followed by the conclusion that she could have found him and be with him all those years ago would break him and I doubted anyone could put those broken pieces back together. Much less if he let anyone close enough to do so.
"Your eyes. There is a reason why they are called the windows to our soul." I couldn't stop my hand from reaching out. Softly, slowly and carefully I caressed the smooth skin around his eyes. Careful as if he was a wild horse that could lash out if frightened. As I pulled back, the smirk that had fallen of this face, found its way back.
"I don't have a soul, so there is nothing to see." He replied sarcastically and the bitterness in his voice was biting.
"That is not what I see." I told him, looking him straight in the eyes. "Don't cry."
This made a laugh escaped his lips, "Me, crying? What a joke." He smiled, white teeth all bare as if daring me to say that again. But I wasn't scared.
"Why do people always think that to cry, tears need to roll down your cheeks?" I asked him truthfully. "I have to go, it's late and I have school. So, until next time, Mr. Salvatore. I have feeling that this will not be the last time we will meet."
From behind me I heard Vicky speak to the vampire: "I know you."
Taking this chance so he wouldn't stopping me a second time, I calmly but fast made my way out the bar. I listen closely, to hear if the door opened behind me indicating that Damon followed me out. But, thankfully, the door stayed close and I felt confident it was safe to walk home. Once I had created enough distance between the predator and me, I reprimanded myself for flirting and pocking a creature capable of killing me in mere seconds and feel no remorse for it.
Next time, walk away.
I send Sal and text to let her knew I was fine and on my way home. Mum was still busy so she wouldn't be home until one-ish. Giving me plenty of time to rob the frig and watch Lucifer.
Elena knocked at the door, there was no denying, she was scared. However, that wasn't going to stop her from telling him what she wanted to say. While he was strange and had brother issues, Stefan was a great catch. Too good to let go. The girl was well aware she wasn't in love with the guy but with him my her side everyone would feel jealous.
The door opened, behind it stood a confused Stefan. The man couldn't understand why she had come here. True, they had left their conversation at a bad end but he didn't really care for it. Evelyne had should him how 'childish' the cheerleader was. Not that it was a problem, after all she was only 16 years old but even if he look forever 17, he in mind and spirit was so much more mature that the girl in front of him had nothing to offer him except a face he recognized.
That being said, he remained a 162 year old gentleman; "Would you like to come in?"
With a hint of a smile Elena back away from the door; "The comet's actually this way." she said as she when to stand under the moonlight. Having no other option the vampire followed her.
"Sorry for barging in. Especially after earlier."
"No, no. I'm glad you are fine now." Part of him was glad she came here, now was a good time to make it clear that whatever she felt for him was one-sided. They were alone her and this way he wouldn't humiliate her and lose her friendship. If that would remain after him turning her down.
"See, the thing is, I got home tonight planning on doing what I always do, write in my diary, like I have been since my mom gave me one when I was 10. It's where I get everything out, everything I'm feeling. It all goes in this little book that I hide on the second shelf behind this really hideous ceramic mermaid. But then I realized that I'd just be writing things that I should probably be telling you."brown eyes met green but instead of the awe and happiness at her confession she expected to see there was only focus.
The more she talked, the more he saw, how Elena wasn't the one for him. In so many ways. Evelyne was smart in a way Elena would never be. She wasn't interested in philosophy or literature that surpassed the general stuff such as the Scarlet Letter or Pride and Prejudice. The small odd girl fitted into his world so much better than the one standing in frond of her. In all honesty, Elena was vain and boring character wise. She was kind, that was true but not to everyone. He had seen her reaction when he had asked about Evelyne at the party.
"What would you write?"
"I would write... 'Dear diary, today I convinced myself it was ok to give up. Don't take risks. Stick with the status quo. No drama, now is just not the time. But my reasons aren't reasons, they're excuses. All I'm doing is hiding from the truth, and the truth is that..." I'm scared, Stefan. I'm scared that if I let myself be happy for even one moment that...the world's just going to come crashing down, and I...don't know if I can survive that'"
The girl couldn't stop herself from frowning, he was not moved by her little speech, in fact it left him cld from what she could see. Had she really misread the signs? It seemed unlikely, it was her they were talking about, the 'it'-girl. How could he not like her?
"Do you want to know what I would write? 'I met a girl. We talked. It was epic. But then the sun came up and reality set in. That is it.'" Stefan replied as he watched how the realisation sunk in. He wasn't in love with her, never had been.
"Elena, I really want to stay friends but I do not like you in that way." he boldly explained to the girl that for the first time in her life was rejected.
"I- ... I should go home." she turned around and ran to her car. Part of her wanted, him to go after her but that never happened.
As she drove away, the doppelganger though to herself; "I will make him love me, like it should be."
It was a long chapter, 11K words, not all chapter will be this long. Most will hopefully be around 5k words. I wanted to really go in deep with how the relation between Stefan and Evelyne is slowly evolving as well as letting her meet Damon for the first time. I tried to keep him as authentic as possible but I know he was OOC in this chapter. I will try to keep that in mind for the next chapter. Please REVIEW. It really helps me.
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