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"But no one listens to her 'cause she doesn't have a pretty face to match her pretty mind."
- S.M.M.
Chapter 3
The next morning was hell. My eyes were glued together and red from dehydration. Why did I have to binge watch it all? Now, I had no more episodes and my eyes were on fire. I climbed out of bed and dragged my lifeless body into the shower. The water cold to wake me up.
Wake me up inside! (I can't walk up!)
Picking vanilla today as my body wash, the scene of it is magnificent, warm and soft. Heavy handed I washed my body. After I was finished and wrapped in a big fluffy tower, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was astray, missing. I frowned. Mum hadn't yelled to wake me up. Strange, very strange. I walked to her room only to find a made up bed. Hmmm, even stranger. Tiptoeing I descended the stairs, careful not to make the wood scream under my weight. To my disbelieve, I found her in the couch. She clearly had been drinking yesterday, a bit too much, from what I see. Mum can handle her liquor and wasn't afraid to drink, she had normally had excellent self-control and never got drunk but today that doesn't seem to be the case.
I heard humming from the kitchen. Talking mum's stiletto, I headed for the source. There was a man, medium height, blond with brown eyes in the kitchen making pancakes and bacons.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" I asked, holding the shoe ready to strike. I didn't appear like a treat with my 5'1" and only wearing a big fluffy towel.
I didn't think this through.
"Calm down, I am Daniel Lectur. I work with your mum." Lecter, Hannibal Lecter, Oh god, he's a cannibal. Don't eat the bacon.
"ID. Please, Hannibal." My comment made the stranger roll his eyes before grabbing his wallet out of his pocket. Over the table he shoved it to me. I inspected it, searching for irregularities before being satisfied.
"How do you know my mum?" the shoe with the pointy heel directed to him.
"I'm her new assistant. She didn't tell you?" I ruffled through my memories of the last couple of days.
~Honey, don't forget. I have a new assistant so he will be talking my calls.
What's his name?
Daniel Lectur.
Oh, as in Hannibal Lecter.
Sure honey. Got to go. Love you.~
Right. I had been so focused on the whole vampire thing I didn't really process that.
Lowering the shoe, I looked at the man. He was younger than mum but handsome if you liked blond. Mum chose well. "I approve." I quickly added, "No maple syrup on my pancakes."
I put my weapon of choice down and walked back upstairs. I pulled a long sleeved blouse out the closet, pared with a leather skirt decorated with silver studs, and thigh high socks. All black. Adding an black satin choker with a big emerald hanging on it. I pulled out ankle boots with platform. Giving me the inches a desperately needed. Around the shoe were several belts with silver buckles or details.
I gave myself a winged eyeliner and added mascara. I had to do multiple layers to cover all the white of my lashes. In the waterline I put a waterproof blacker than black liner. Which was kind of pointless, adding the fact I wore glasses. Finishing it with a matt black lip. First I wanted to put a crimson red lipstick on but that wouldn't have worked with the choker.
Hopping down the stairs, I danced into the kitchen, where a board with pancakes and bacon was waiting for me.
"Not eating any meat you prepared until I am certain you are not Hannibal." I told him as I pushed the bacon, could be from human or from a pig, aside. Mum decided to grace us with her presence which wasn't so graceful until her second cop of coffee. I never understood the appeal of it. It was bitter and just plain nasty.
I pushed the pancakes inside when I saw how late it was, my interrogation of the could-be Hannibal had cost me time. Time I didn't have. In a minute Sally would park out frond and I had to go. Half chocking and swallowing, I ran upstairs to brush my teeth and grab my bag. I picked up my parasol, sunglasses and ran outside.
"Bye mum, bye dude with the last name that sounds like Hannibal's." I slammed the door shut and ran to the car that just stopped. Pulling the door open and throwing my bag in the back-seat, we started our morning ritual.
"Did you bring you umbrella?" Sal asked, like every morning.
"Of course I did, how dare you doubt me, besides it's not an umbrella but a parasol." I huffed to sound even more snobby then normal.
"I heard you have a new person in the house."
"Yes Hannibal Lecter, well Daniel Lectur but you never know."
"Right, BTW, I have test Spanish. Could you ask me the words on the list, it's printed on yellow paper, in my bag?"
"Of course I help a sister in need."
"Thanks."
The whole drive I asked her Spanish and she replied in it.
On the parking load I saw Bonnie and Elena talk about something. Bonnie appeared worried, while the other seemed to shrug it off. From what Sal and I could hear Bonnie was wary of Stefan. She got a bad feeling from him.
Bennet, Bennet. As in the Bennet Witches?
That could explain her feelings, how she sometimes randomly knew things. This was not good. The pieces were already coming together without knowing it. As long as no more supernatural creatures came, all would be fine. But has the world even did as I asked it to do? After school I needed to prepare and research as much as possible. Knowledge is power, and as a human I needed all the power I could get.
I saw Jeremy walking over the grass toward the back of the school. That reminded me.
God , bad Bff you are, Evelyne.
"How did things go with Jeremy?" Sal didn't expect me to ask, to be fair, I shared her disbelieve. Never have I been the one to asked about romantic stuff and all it inclined.
"I don't know, he wants to try but is not over Vicky. Anyway, my test Spanish is more important that a boy." That shut me up.
Silently we walked to class, me pulling and pushing Sal to prevent collusion from happening while she only looked at her papers and put her trust in me. After I made sure she was in the right room and a chair a ran to my own class. History.
Tanner was already there and just gave me a glare before letting me take my seat. I knew he liked me. He was talking about WOII. I always found it one of the interesting times to study. So many relatively small thing happened. All together it created a world war. He was talking about the reasons behind it and who played a role. It fascinated me but I was the only one who felt that way. Bonnie was writing the same numbers over and over again, 8, 14, 22. The Bennet failed to pay attention and Tanner smelled it like a shark smells blood. She was spared but Elena, who was trying to convince Stefan to participate in the try-out for the football team, was not.
"Pearl Harbour, Elena?" There he goes again, saying Elena instead of Ms. Gilbert.
By the look on her face, it was clear she had no idea. How do you not know the date that made your country part of a world war? Of course Stefan was there to safe her.
"December 7, 1941." He calmly said.
"Thank you, Miss Gilbert." Tanner joked at his answer. The left corner of my mouth went up against my will.
"Anytime." Stefan replied. This made Tanner's shoulders go up, as if preparing for a fight. The fight of the minds.
Tanner vs. Stefan. Bong-Bong Round 1. Price: Elena's attention.
"Very well. The fall of the Berlin wall." Tanner fired the first shot.
"1989. I'm good with dates, sir." Oh, but Salvatore blocked.
"Are you? How good? Keep it to the year. Civil Rights Act."
"1964."
"John F. Kennedy assassination."
"1963."
"Martin Luther King."
"'68."
"Lincoln." I was getting bored, the other students weren't. This ping-pong match meant two thing. 1. Entertainment. (Are you not entertained?) and 2. Less class.
"1865."
"Roe vs. Wade."
"1973."
"Brown vs. Board."
"1954."
"The battle of Gettysburg."
"1863."
"Korean war."
"1950 to 1953."
"WOII."
"1940 to 1945."
"Ah, wrong it started on 3 September 1939."
That was wrong.
"Mr. Tanner. Both of you are wrong. It started the first of September when Germany invaded Poland. And technically you can only call it a world war after the USA declared the war to Germany. Thus making Pearl Harbour, technically, also the beginning of WOII."*
I was thrilled to have the class stare at me with disbelieve. Both because I opened my mouth and I stood up against Tanner and Stefan, both known for their historical knowledge.
A student looked on Wikipedia and said surprised "She is right."
I love the smell of victory in the morning.
I packed my bag and walked out. I could hear Stefan coming behind me. "How did you know all that?" he asked.
"Lots of crosswords and I like history. Besides, I could ask you the same thing." He laughed and wanted to say something when Elena interrupted. She stared at me, as if she could stare me away, before turning to him. Innocent wonder on her face. She really wasn't all too different from Katherine. The Petrova line are all natural bitches.
Stefan, with no better explanation, stole mine. "Years and years of crossword puzzles. It's a loner thing."
Thief, Thief! I could hear Gollem screech.
"What are you still doing here?" Elena fixated her focus on me. The forever teenager, hadn't seen that coming. Moving between me and the copy, as if to shield me.
"She is my friend. Is that a problem?" the threat of something was there. If only I could look around him to see Elena's face. I even jumped. Nothing. I hate being small and not so bendy or sporty.
The brunette didn't know how to react to him being like this. Protective over her. So she nodded and backed away. If she wanted to become his girlfriend, she needed to avoid getting on his bad side, as well as getting that skank out of the way. After she was out view, Stefan turned back to me.
"Hey, I heard you were going for the try-out?" I asked. It astonished me he was considering it. To be even more involved with school seemed, to me, a horrible way to pass time.
"Maybe. I haven't decided yet. Elena thinks I should." He pushed his hands in the pockets of his jeans and his brows draw together.
"Hey, it's not like it will make or break you, if you do or don't do it. Just do what feels right and if you don't do it and regret it, try next semester or convince Tanner to let you be substitute. If you do it and don't like it, quit. People make most of their own problems." I advised him. This wasn't a difficult decision to make. Besides, I had a feeling he would participated. It gave him an excuse if he did something requiring a lot of strength and less him loss some pent up energy.
He looked at me, with this weird look in his eyes that I couldn't place, "You are right."
You bet your sweet ass I am.
"I make a big deal out of this, bigger than it is." I shrugged and smiled.
"True, very true. I got Chemistry now, you?" I informed Stefan, not wanting to end the conversation.
"Spanish. We got a test, so I better get going. See you after school?" he asked as he was walking away backwards so he could look at me as he asked it.
"Maybe, if you see me you can stop me." My answer, which was neither a conformation nor a rejection, put a smile on his face that I would have called shy, if someone else wore it. But with Stefan it was not quit right, it seemed more than only that.
I turned on my heals and moved my butt to chemistry.
Sal was telling me all about Spanish and how she failed her test. Which was a lie because when I questioned her, she knew it all.
"Sal-Sal, you most likely nailed that test. I know, with someone like me to help you, how can you possible fail?" she shoved me, causing me to lose my balance. I was about to kiss the pavement when two arms prevented that from happening. I looked up to my savoir and saw it was youngest Salvatore. How ironic with a name like that.
"It seems we keep meeting like this?"
"With you catching me?"
"With you falling at my feet."
"Har-har. So funny." Sarcasm dripping from my voice. Stefan helped me straighten myself and did something I hadn't in a million years seen coming. He re-arraigned my glasses that had slid down my face during my epic almost-getting-to-know-the-pavement-better moment.
"I like your eyes." I frowned at his claim, how could someone 'like' them. They were hideous.
"I also adore them." Sal said, her gaze focused on the male in front her. She pulled me away from him and gave him a one over.
"So, what do you want?" If my eyebrows could go any higher they would have disappeared into my hairline. Never before, had I seen Sally so wary and passive aggressive towards someone.
"I- I… I do not want anything." He said uncertain, hand rubbing the back of his head, shoulders bend making him look smaller.
While keeping her eyes on the vampire, she turned to me; "V, be a dear. I forgot my art-surplice in class. I would go get them myself but he, who know who,"
Voldemort? No, stupid Evelyne, Jeremy, you know Small Gilbert.
"is there. Could you go get them for me?" she asked bland.
"Sure." I stretched the word out to show my confusion. "Be right back." I told the two and walked back into the building. Running to the art-room, I pushed the door open only to find Ginger kissing some other jock. That was the best and most surprising part, it was Trent. Couldn't say I saw that one coming. I mean saw it coming that Ginger was gay as fuck, not to see him halfway in said fuck. Fuck. How awkward. The two jumped away from each other as if the other had an disease. I kinda understood why they looked so worried.
"Yo, I just need Sal's bag and I will be go and you can keep doing what you're doing." Even I couldn't stop myself from blushing as I picked it up from the ground. I added; "Listen, I will keep this to myself, I don't care that you're gay or bi or I don't know, so I won't tell, but I'm asking you in return to stop bullying Sal and me. If that's too much than just Sal. Deal?" The two just nodded, hard and quick.
"Okay, well, uhum, lock the door next time and… uhum enjoy?" I said, already beating myself up for saying it as I ran away. I would never look at that room again the same way.
I rushed out the school to Sal and Stefan, who both were waiting in a tense silence. What the Hell happened while I was gone.
"V, you alright, you seem flustered?" Bestie asked with concern.
"Let's just say that for you, it's better not to sit on the fourth chair in front, in Art ever." I stretched out my hand that held her bag.
"Ok." From the amused look on her face, she had a suspicion what I meant, Stefan too from his face.
"I'm going home, Salvatore here said he would drive you home." She told me, leaving no room for discussion and making sure I could get out , she turned and walked away.
That bitch!
I glanced at the bunny-killer, who was staring at me. This whole thing scream discomfort. Why would he offer to drive me home when he was going to try and convince Tanner to let him play? Sal-Sal must have done something, I just can't imagine what.
"Let's go to the football field for your try-outs or just to watch." Lips pursed together formed a small smile that he answered with a hint of a smile.
"How was your day?" He asked and so I told him about how in bio we cut open a frog and one of the cheerleaders fainted and fell on the frog. I explained I had to bite my lip so hard it started to bleed, but it was either that or laughing so hard I would be send to the loony house.
It made his laugh as well and I was happy it did. He brooded too much, which wasn't good for him. It's because of his guilt, that he becomes the Ripper. I decided then and there to make it my goal to learn him how to handle and process that feeling. This way I could be friends with the guy and make this place less dangerous. I was giddy about the aspect of us being friends. He accepted me, eyes and parasol, like Sal only had done before him.
As we arrived at the field, Stefan helped me get up the bleachers, so we could sit while watching the football team practice. I didn't really understand the sport or know the rules but as someone who live most of their life in Europe there was one thing I couldn't help but say.
"I can't comprehend why people call it football, when they almost never touch the ball with their feet and the ball doesn't even look like a ball but more like an egg! I should be named Handegg not football." My opinion amused my only male friend.
"Well, let's agree to disagree." He said with a smile. I huffed and puffed before I let it go. We watched as they started to play in small groups against each other. I watched as one boy throw the egg-ball between in legs to the person behind him.
"Why does he do that? The one with the egg-ball, why not tell someone to go for and throw over their opponents?" My question had to be obvious because it made him shake with laughter.
"You complete jerk, that's the last time I ask you something!" I said while shoving him.
"Ok, ok, ok! Sorry I laughed." he apologised while still laughing.
Unbelievable.
I crossed my arms and pouted. "Explain? Please." How one word cost me more energy to say than everything else told me a lot about myself.
"Ok." How he so easily gave into my request made me stared at him sceptically. Step for step he began to explain the finer point and rules of the sport. Why they weren't allowed to do and what they could. It really was a contact-sport and not a very friendly one.
"Maybe, you shouldn't do it." I told him, nibbling my bottom lip.
"Why, you think I won't make it?"
"No, I think you will do great, but you will beat them all thus painting a red target on your back. Tyler won't like you taking his spotlight." I know I was being ridiculous, with him being a vampire there were almost no chances of his getting hurt and if that would occur it would be a minor injury. But that didn't stop me from worrying.
"Thanks for your confidence in me." He seemed truly happy I had so much faith in him. "Because, I think I'm going to talk to the couch." He told me, looking me in the eyes before getting off his fine ass and descending the stairs of the bleachers. Not wanting to leave my friend without backup it rushed after him.
"Stefan!" I whispered furious, "Wait, you tall monkey, I'm not as fast as you." He took my hand to help me off the last step.
"Why, thank you, kind sire." I spoke, faking a pooch British accent and curtsied for him.
"For a young lady like yourself, it was the noble thing to do." He gave me his arm to hold onto as we stepped to Tanner.
"Do they to be nice, I actually like the man." I whispered in his ear. He glanced at me and nodded clearly.
"Mr. Tanner!" I said, making him lookup to me and Stefan. "My friend here, wanted to ask you something." Letting him go, I gave him some distance, not too far so he knew I was there to back him up and not to close that he had no privacy. I could hear what they would say but the believe of privacy is so important.
"Varsity trials were last spring, Mr. Salvatore." Tanner sounded severe. He clearly hadn't forgotten about the class-debacle. Man and their ego.
"I wasn't here then, sir."
"And you're not here now, as far as I'm concerned." Gosh, he really wasn't making this easy. Stefan needed to up his game. And quickly.
"Mr. Tanner, I realize that you and I didn't get off to the best start, and I want to apologize for that. I've played football before. Wide receiver, mostly, and I'm pretty good." That's it, temped the man into letting you get in. Good boy.
"Well, I won't be asking you who won the super bowl in '71." Tanner joked, not that the vampire noticed.
"71 was the...Sorry. I...I understand that, sir." Salvatore, you nerd. We will need to work on your sarcasm recognition skills, like Sheldon does with Penny.
"Just to see you get knocked on your ass. Borrow some gear. Go! Before I change my mind. You can thank your girlfriend later, it's because off her you get this chance." Stefan raced into the changing rooms.
Not controlling myself I said: "I like you too, Mr. Tanner." Biggest grin on my face. Tanner rolled his eyes and shook his head. I was amazed he could do them together.
"Let's run it again!" the older man screamed to his team. Dear lord, the man could produce decibels. Better keep him away from mum or they will cause the whole town to go deaf. I made my way over to him and waited by his side for my male bestie. It didn't take long for him to change, being a vampire had its perks. I watched Matt and Lockwood chat, both frowning at Stefan.
"First my girlfriend, now my team?" Matt commented as Stefan, walked on the field. Poor Matt, I got his frustration. He felt like he was losing it all to Stefan.
"Dude, this is an opportunity. Football's a contact sport. Sometimes people get hurt. Whoo! Ha ha!" Tyler told him, giving him a fist-bump to the shoulder. "Besides, he seemed more interested in that pale chick on the sides. I would tap that sweet ass too if I could." That man-whore.
Would it be bad of me to feel flattered? I mean, it came from Tyler but with me being me, every complement I get I appreciated. Getting called hot by one of the major players in school, strokes ones ego. The teams were getting into their positions, I think. In all honesty, it just looked like they were forming to lines and some could stay in it.
"Blue lady! Blue lady! Set, hut! Go! Come on, Tyler, cover it! Let's do it." Matt yelled.
"Mr. Tanner, what the hell does 'Blue Lady' mean? Is it like a nickname for someone in the team?" my ignorance was once again found funny by a man. Men are all jerks.
"No, 'Blue lady' is a code that the QB, that means quarter back, uses to tell his team which play to run. On "hut" the center will usually snap the ball. In this case the center does not snap the ball until the QB yells 'go.'" He kindly explained. But I still didn't really get it. I could just acted like something was wrong with the ball and when I made enough distance with the members of the opposite team, I would run like Forest being chased by that car. Maybe that wasn't allowed.
"Thanks, I don't get it or it's importance but thanks anyway." I looked at the field and saw Stefan dodge a body that I think was Tyler.
"I'm getting something to drink, do I need to get you something?" I asked the couch who declined and focused on the game.
Get ya , get ya, get your head in the game! Zac Efron in High School Musical sang in my head.
Parasol up to black the sun, I walked passed the cheerleaders to reach the vending machine. I put in two one dollar bills and pressed on the Fanta orange button.
From behind me I heard a car stop, not to far from where I was standing. Turning around, I saw a blue 1967 Chevy Camaro convertible proudly stood there. It was a thing of beauty. Anubis would love to have seen it. Making up my mind, I walked toward it. The passengers door opened and Caroline jumped out, looking as peppy and bouncy as always. Surprisingly it was Damon who apparently own the car. He wore big aviators that soothed him.
"Hey, Mr. Salvatore." I said, making him look at me. Even with the glasses I could see the surprise on his face.
"Are you a cheerleader? Because I would love to see you in one of those tiny shorts." Smirk set in place and ready to play. That's how he looked to me.
"Nope, not really for me. Being allergic to the sun and so." I shrugged. The older Salvatore smirk grow.
"Allergic to the sun, really? It's almost like you are a vampire." The irony didn't get lost on me but he didn't know that.
"Ha Ha, very funny. Never heard that on before. You must be a comedian. With a face like that, you don't need the clown make up." My tone dry and sarcastic. I wanted to grin at my own comment but needed to keep up the façade of disinterested. So I looked at my nails, acting like I was searching for flaw in my nail polish.
"My, my. Kitty's got claws." If only he knew.
"Now what can I do for you?" He asked, giving me a one over, I was flattered, not gonna lie. If a guy as good looking as Damon gazed at you like you were one of the most glorious creature on earth, that seemed a normal reaction.
"A picture." Anubis adored sport cars or cars in general, Damon's was a real old time beauty in perfect condition.
"Well take away." He stretched his arms, causing his shirt to go up and show cast his well formed abs. Hot, no denying there.
"Not of you, silly. Of the car. She is a beauty." cocking my hip out, looking sassy as hell and heaven intended me to be.
"You know anything about cars? Well colour me surprised." he did seem surprised by the situation. It was his fault he only hang around airheads or girls who find a broken nail worse than a broken bone.
"Yeah, yeah. You may be cocky but you have impeccable taste." the smirk on his face scream 'as if you know how cocky I am'.
"That I do."
"Can I take the picture?"
"Sure but what do I get?"
"My gratefulness?"
"A kiss. And you have to first answer a question." The older Salvatore's eyes flicked to the field where Stefan was looking at us, listening in on our conversation probably. It was clear to me, Damon was using me to get the other all riddled up.
Men, they never grown up, they just age.
"Fine." I looked at his face, it was risky, the an could ask anything he wanted and while I had perfected the art of lying with humans, Amaranth still told me every time I lie she can hear my heart stop for a fraction of a millisecond. Then again, her above normal super hearing even for a vampire was her gift, so maybe he wouldn't hear it.
"What car is this?" relieve flooded my veins and I felt my muscles relax after being unknowingly taut.
"A blue 1967 Chevy Camaro convertible, duh!" My eyes rolled at the easy question but i was not complaining at all. With a big smile on my face, I watched him get out of the car and lean against the wall next it.
"Right you are. Go ahead, take the picture."
"Get out, I don't need your face on it."
"Fine, fine, you are one bossy lady. If I didn't liked you so much I would have done something."
"Oh, bite me."
"You only have to ask."
I took the picture and turned to Damon.
"I am a woman of my word. A Ravenworth always pays her debt." I stood in frond of him. The cheerleaders were trying to work but were more focussed on us. I found myself in a little problem, the problem caused by me being little. Life sucks balls.
"Bend over, I'm too small." I ordered him, to hid my discomfort. He just smirked like the dick he was.
"No problem, little Raven."
He lowered his face until I only needed to till my head back to reach his lips. But that wasn't were I was going to kiss him.
"Eyes closed."
"Bossy bossy, little lady."
Standing on the tips of my toes, I kissed him on the forehead, leaving a black print of my lips behind. As if I had marked him as my territory. The look on his face was hysterical, he obviously didn't expect that.
"There is your kiss."
"That was not our agreement."
"But Mr. Salvatore, it is. You asked for a kiss but never specificity told me where to place it. Its your own fault you left a loophole and I used it." Giving him a cheeky smirk I walked back to the field, leaving the stund vampire and shocked cheerleaders behind.
With a shrieking voice, Caroline directed the girls attention to her; "Sorry I'm late, girls. I, uh, was busy. All right, let's start with the double pike herkey hurdler, what do you say? And 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Elena, sweetie, why don't you just observe today? Ok? Keep going! Ok. Do it again from the top. And 5, 6, 7, 8. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8."
Elena's eyes remain on me as if she was trying to evaluated me. It was making me feel uncomfortable so I quickly made my way over to Tanner once more. I liked the man a lot more than the cheerleaders. He may be hard but I truly believe he wanted the best for his students.
Just in time, I was back to see a guy wearing a black moisture-wicking fabric, run toward one of the players from the opposite team. He wasn't fast enough to doge and was hit full on. I winced in his place, it was painful just to see it happen. Not that I had any knowledge about that subject.
"Oh! Whoo! Welcome to the team, buddy." Yelled the one in black. From the sound of his voice I could conclude it was Tyler. Even in football, he was an arse. Stefan was obviously the only one trying out, so he was the one in red taking the hit. Poor boy. It's not like he could have done anything about it, not with his super hearing and other cool vampire senses. Note the sarcasm.
Tanner gazed at Stefan to make sure he was alright. "You gonna live, Salvatore?"
It may have not sounded like he cared but somewhere deep, deep, like really deep down, he did. The older man was grumpy and could come over as a mean fella but my opinion was that the teenagers were part of the reason for his behaviour. Maybe he should quite as a teacher and start to give football lessons full time.
Stefan told the coach he was fine as he remain sitting on the grass. Part of me wanted to go and help him up but I also know most guys wouldn't want to be seen as weak, so I remain at the coach's side and waited patiently for him to stand up.
"Walk it off, son" Tanner told him before turning to the other members of the team at the same time a guy who I believe to be Matt jogged his way. The blond offered the brunette his hand and I smiled as the other took it.
"Hey. That was my bad." He said, clearly trying to apologize without actually saying the words.
"It's all right."
"Ok." Matt gave him a once over before walking away.
Now that football team minis Stefan was getting of the field, I felt confidant enough to wake to him. I saw as he pulled his glove off and set his pink straight. Even though, I never felt pain, I shuddered. I personally hated gross things and popping your own bones back was categorised as one.
"You okay?" I asked the vampire. A uncertain smile plastered onto my face.
"Yeah." Grinning as he looked at me. Not knowing what to do I pushed out my hand holding the drink.
"Thirsty?" I asked him and he accepted it immediately. "So, you are one the team, happy?"
"Yes. I… I hadn't giving it much thought before I entered school but now I'm glad I tried it. I played it before coming here but never would I have guessed I'd be participating once more."
"Well, I'm relieved you like it. After all I pushed you into doing it. Really , you should thank me instead of robbing me of my drink." I told him, sounding sniffy but the barely contained smirk on my face give me away.
"You gave it to me!" he said indignantly before drinking the last out of the can and threw it like a professional basketball player in the garbage bin.
That little bastard.
"Well, I forgive you if you give me a ride home. Sal has left me in your care, so if you don't do it, she will kill you." I explain seriously. It just made him grin, after all what could a human possibly do to a vampire. Except for stacking him or firing enough wooden bullets that can kill him, not much.
"To prevent that from happening I will give you a lift home. The idea of Sally's wrath is too frighting, to do otherwise."
"Good boy." I said while patting his head like a cute dog. At least, that was what I tried to do, but the height difference was to big so I settled for patting his left cheek and giving it a pinch.
"Now, go and shower, you smell. And I mean that in a not so positive way." I grinned at him before walking to the parking load. "I will be waiting for you underneath the tree. Hurry up!" I scuffed him with my hand.
As I found my place under the tree, on one of the lower branches a big raven landed. It was easy to differ from the crow by the shape of the tail and the beck that was for more pointy and curved downwards.
"Hey, black beauty." I said as I observed it. Ravens were not often seen in cities or villages. So I was pleasantly shocked to find this beautiful example here. With my last name, it was hard not to be curious about these creatures. They belonged to the biggest flying birds in the world. This Raven, who look at me with disapprove at the name I just gave him, was far bigger than most.
"Poe?" It seemed a standard name for a raven but he didn't agree by the angry cry he gave me.
"Okay, okay, Adlas?" Nope, that was also disliked.
"Wolfram?"
"Onheil?" This made the creature cock its head. "It means mischief in my mothers native language. Personally, I find this one very fitting, divine almost."
By the way it jumped up and down the branch, I could confirm he liked the name. I rumbled through my bag to find something to give him. After throwing my books on the ground, I eventually found a old cookie but it wasn't expire just yet. It was a simple cookie without any chocolate. Breaking it in small pieces, I waited for the bird to come down and eat from it. Which he did. As it eat, I slowly and carefully stroke it soft feathers.
"What a freak." I head someone whisper. Looking up, I saw some of the football players stare at me. While I understood that this may have seemed like an unusual view, it doesn't mean they had to react like that.
"Well, it fits, no?" A boy said; "The gothic and her raven-pet." The raven seemed to comprehend, he was being called a pet because it cried out and flew away.
"Thanks, you arse." I told him as they walked away, laughing.
Your mother is a hamster and your father smells of elderberries!
In only ten minutes, the forever teenager appeared. While, I was more than aware as to how he could have pulled it off, with his vampire speed, I wondered how he could do it. I never want to leave the shower once in there.
In a light jog, he made his way over to me. Hair still wet and stuck to his forehead and neck. The few strands that weren't glued to his skin, were dripping water on this clothes. He surprised me by throwing something to me. With one hand I picked it out of the air. It was a red shirt. Holding it in frond of me, I read the big, in white written 17. I was never one who liked to touch people, unless I know them well, but I couldn't stop my body from jumping up and hugging the vampire in happiness.
"That so cool!" I said as I pulled away to look at the shirt once more. The red was totally my colour. My mind was already forming ways to steal it when Stefan replied.
"What? I wasn't paying attention." I sheepishly explained, while hoping he would repeat what I missed.
"I said that it is indeed cool." I grinned as I saw him rub the back of his neck and glanced at the ground.
"You know," I held the shirt in frond of me, "this red is really my colour. And while it is to long, Sal can make it into a dress for me."
"Are you already steeling my clothes?"
"That's what friend are for. Besides, I'm helping you, this red, doesn't go well with your eyes. I'm doing you a favour. Truly, you should be thanking me." I huffed.
"Right." Sarcasm dripping from his voice. Before I could reply, Stefan grisped it out of my hands and pulled it over his head.
"Now I know you won't steal it as I drive you home." He explained with a smirk on his face as he saw mine.
Son of a bitch!
Pouting, I followed him to his car. Being the 19th century gentleman he was raised to be, Stefan opened my door, waited for me to close my parasol before pushing my door close and walking to the drivers side.
I quickly told him how he should drive to reach my address. Pleased I watched as he followed my instruction to the T.
Mwhahaha, obey me!
"BTW" I started as I saw his confused face, "that stands for 'by the way', how are things at home? Still having brother bothers?" Stefan's hands tightened around the steering wheel and I knew this wasn't a good conversation started for my part.
Stupid Evelyne.
However, I needed to evaluated the danger the older Salvatore could be to this town but more importantly to the people I loved. I didn't really mind that half of this down had to go down to protect them. The people here only gave me shit, so fuck them. Even if that may sound cruel or antipathic but lets all be honest for a second, humans are selfish creatures and focused primary on their family. There is nothing wrong with wanting to protect and help your family. If I could save my mother by killing I would. Maybe that makes me evil but I believe it makes me human. Besides, it's not like I'm giving into these 'bad' thoughts. I wouldn't kill a stranger just because I can. Thinking it and doing it are vastly different things.
"He-I… It's complicated."
"So uncomplicated it. What is the reason you had a fall out?" I knew it already but this wasn't only about getting more information about Damon, little Salvatore needed to talk about this, get it off his chest.
"We both fall in love with the same woman. Or I though I loved her. I- I don't know, at that moment I believe it to be love."
"Well, that is not an easy situation. I presume your brother didn't like that?"
"No, he didn't. At on point, we were both dating her and we were aware that the other was with her when we weren't with her. But it all went form bad to worse when she died. It broke my brothers heart while I discovered the feelings she gave me weren't love."
"From what I get, everyone is part of the blame but mostly the woman that caused all this." I paused to gather my thoughts; "However, maybe you should be the one to tell him your sorry because you may have lost a girlfriend but from his point of view, he lost what he believes to be his one and only. I'm not saying you are more to blame. I haven't heard all the details or other things that may also have a play in this fight but it seemed to me that he lost both the love of this life and his brother." Stefan frowned, I don't believe he liked my opinion but a true friend should tell you when you fucked up or going to fuck up. Sure, there were times, more then not, were together you would make stupid and irresponsible dissensions but there also had to be times were you had to be honest. The point is, to be a good friend, you have to risk losing a good friend.
"Look, just think about it. It's not like the fight will be solved on its own." I looked out of the window as the car turned right.
"Okay." Was his answer and with that this conversation was closed. Not that I minded, I didn't want him to decide I was to much of an annoyance and leave me.
The remaining of the drive we were both still, to busy with our own thoughts and problems. I glanced at him, feeling uncertain about my position in his life. I wasn't going to lie to myself or fantasize that I truly meant a lot to him. We were only just friend and only been so for less then a week. It is realistic that tomorrow he will say that we can't be friends, me being the weird and awkward person I am.
"Are you going to get out of the car?" he asked, making we once more aware of my surrounding. The car was parked in front of my house and Stefan looked at me.
"Right." I pulled a lock of white hair back behind my ear before pushing the door open and grabbing my parasol and bag. Just as I was about to slam it close I turned to look at him.
"I know I may have spoken before my turn and hurt you because of it. So sorry if I did." I glanced from the ground at my feet to him. Wanting him to see, I was sincere I picked my sunglasses of my noise.
"I hope this doesn't mean you quit being a friend." For the first time I actually stared into this forest green eyes.
Maybe it were my words or actions but he soft smile stretched his lips. "No, I will not stop being your friend. School would be too boring." This made me chucked.
"You are going to regret saying that." I closed the door and walked to the door, before turning around and pulling it open once more.
He raised a eyebrow and looked only slightly confused. "I wanted to say, thanks for the ride and until tomorrow."
"You are welcome and until tomorrow as well." He said and after he was finished, I took it as my sign to close the door and walked to my house. Turning back to wave, I stared as he remained there. As I waited for him to leave, I stayed at the front door. However, the car didn't started. Cocking my head to the side, in confusion I watched as his window rolled down.
"I will leave after you entered your house." He explained.
Old man.
I gave him a thumbs up and grabbed my keys to open the door as I set foot into my home, I looked back and waved before pushing it shut. Tomorrow was going to be ok, I just know it.
I just hope the rest of the world will know it as well.
"Amaranth, it's me. I need you to contact your Child, the one you turned in 1974. I need information and fast, Mystic Falls is anything but a quiet town when it comes to the supernatural. Also, see if you can get him to search for info about it from before it was named, something is not right here and I need to find out what it is. Call me."
*Info from Wikipedia. Canada doesn't count as it was part of the Kingdom of Britain.
That was it for today! I hope you enjoyed it.
Just like previous chapter I have questions for you guys and girls and those who don't identify as one of those;
1. who do you want to seen with Evelyne? It could be a mono-relationship between only to people or poly. Just visit my profile and vote in the poll. Give me your honest opinion and maybe the reason why, if you want to.
Scores of the possible relationships:
Evelyne/Elijah, Stefan, Damon, Klaus, Kol, Finn, Elijah: 10
Evelyne/Stefan, Elijah: 1
Evelyne/Salvatore brothers: 4
Evelyne/Michealsons: 10
Evelyne/Stefan, Damon, Klaus, Elijah: 8
Evelyne/Klaus: 4
Evelyne/Damon, Stefan, Elijah: 3
Evelyne/other pairing: 2 or less.
I can add more possibilities, just let me know ;)
2. What do you think of Elena? Too OOC?
3. And Damon? Also too OOC?
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Answer to reviews;
Utau54; Thank you for the two reviews and it's not weird at all, every girl dreams about getting adored by several men, at least I do! I'm mostly happy that you like the story and find its humour good. Now, I can only hope you find this chapter just as good as the previous one.
amblonde2; Merci for the review. The idea of Stefan and Elijah together with Evelyne and Damon as her friend is one I will certainly consider. I like how you explained how the relationship dynamic could possibly be. Right now I find it to early yet to make a decision but I will remember it.
AlianaGabriellaWinchester17; Thanks for your review. Here is your update and let me know what you think of it :)
princess-snow510; Thank you for your two reviews. I'm glad you like the character (Evelyne), as for the eyes, what do you think? Also, I will consider the idea of a harem just as I will consider others.
Elextra: Thank you for the review, I have a suspicion that this story will turn into a harem, who is in it will only time tell but, either way I'm glad you like the story.
Samcoo 12 : Thanks for the review, I'm glad you like it. You are the first to thank me for writing this and I find that so kind. I never expetect anyone to do so. I feel like I should be the one thanking all of you for reading it.
AndromedaSeaprincess18: I kinda like the idea as well. Merci for the review.
Farrah Veelacov:It is true that for as for as I know, there isn't a harem with both the Michealsons and Salvatores, so I'm curious how this all will work out ;) Thanks for the review.
Faby0411: Vote in the poll and you can help decide if that will hapen, from the votes I think that is highly likely. Thank you for the review.
That was all everything I want ed to say, have a nice day and until the next time.