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Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.

- Mother Teresa

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes the night air smell better.

- Henry Rollins

Chapter 6

The sun was slowly setting, birds were finishing their last song of the day and little solar garden lights were shining left and right as I made my way to the front door. The party was already going by the time I arrived. I was what you could call fashionably late. At least that's what I told myself. The truth is I tried to stay at home as long as possible, but after my mum called for the fourth time, I knew it was time to go. The taxi drove me to the vast and massive mansion. It wasn't allowed to drive up to the house, forcing me to walk the last 500 metre on foot. With my black lace parasol in the air to block out the dying of the sunlight, I strutted to the entrance. Maybe it had been good for me not to arrive here too early; by now the line to greet the Mayor and his snobby wife had dimmed down and only eight other couples were standing in front of me.

Mayor Lockwood and that pretentious wife of his were welcoming everyone, inviting them into their home. Idiots, the whole bunch of them. For people who were aware of the supernatural world - well the vampires only really - you would expect them to be more cautious of whom they invited into the place they sleep. By now they had let two vampires come inside without noticing at all. Two creatures that could kill in seconds and one that wasn't afraid to do so.

The house, a tall sturdy brick building, was gorgeous. The white pillars gave it all that hint of something ancient even if it was only one maybe two centuries old. Not that impressive next to say the Colosseum or Notre-Dame but nice all the same. The green grass and little pads were well-kept and added to the air of wealth and richness.

"Evelyne Ravenworth. It's so nice to see you." The lady of the house said as she shook my hand. By the force in her grip, I had the strange feeling Tyler may have retold her what I said to him days ago. Oh well. You win some, you lose some. Besides, it's not like she could do anything to me or had anything to offer me, my family was richer and held more power than she could even dream of, not that we display it unlike others. We don't have to, for most people knew.

"The pleasure is all mine." I assured her with a fake cheeriness. Bitch. It was for moments such as these that I was grateful I was in possession of an exquisite poker-face paired with decent acting abilities.

Fake it 'til you make it.

"It's nice to meet you as well." The man took my hand in his bigger one and gave it a soft shake. The mayor seemed a nice and decent enough person, and I would have presumed him to be such, hadn't it been for my knowledge that he had lose hands. A suspicion of mine based on some of the colourations Tyler had on his body. That, together with the fact that he was willing to exterminate a whole race - vampires to be precise - for being something they had, most of the time, no choice in. All of those combined, made the man just as bad as individuals who thought it's okay to kill people of colour only because they had a skin-tone different from theirs or people killing others with as only explanation for their action and behaviour being that those persons sexual orientation was enough for them to do just that.

Because, make no mistake, this man was willing to murder a person he deems not worthy to exist and he wouldn't think twice about it. While the gun may shoot the bullet it is the mind who moves the finger that pulls the trigger. That is something one must never forget.

Slowly I made my way through the door, glanced at the people around me, observing them as I let my gaze drift through the room. Automatically, seeking out all the exits, threats and weapons in the room, going from the champagne glasses to the icepick used by the bartender to break the block ice. All of them, these people bathing in riches and liquor, were sheep and unknowingly they had invited two wolves in their midst. One could only wait and see what would happen but it didn't take a genius to figure out someone could potentially get hurt tonight. I felt the hostile energy hanging in the air the same way smoke could in a poorly ventilated room. It was obvious by how both brothers were unintentionally showing their more baser sides as they watched the other, like two lions anticipating what the other's next move could possibly be. If this was going to be the trend for the remaining of the evening, this party was going to end with a 'Boom' or at least some pain. The question was just which one would hit the ground first.

A averagely looking man dressed as a servant came to me and gently pulled my coat of my shoulders before grabbing my parasol. Without saying a word, he handed me a small piece of paper with the number 238 on. If I ever wanted to retrieve my things, it was for the better I did not lose it. Swiftly I put it in the little clutch I have brought with me.

While the dress Sal made was beautiful, it was also the only dark one in the room, making me stuck out like a sore thumb and if there is something that I didn't need at the moment, then it was just that. The attention would make it difficult for me to blend in, this was anything but productive for what I wanted to do tonight.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." His breath caressed the tip of my ear. I never guessed it'd be that sensitive until now. I twisted around and found the oldest Salvatore standing close to me. So much so, I could feel the warmth of his body and smell his cologne. It was heavenly. The composition with oriental and vanilla facets was enveloping, suave, mysterious and sensual. It had enwoven in it, other fragrances like bergamot, Sichuan pepper, lavender, spices and warm, oriental tones of star anise, nutmeg and papua vanilla. Simply said, it was mouth-watering.

"Why Thank you. Though it feels as if you are even prettier than me."

"Well, we can't all be this handsome." The extremely attractive man gave me a once-over with a smirk plastered onto this soft appearing lips. His favourite mask.

"Who's the designer?" If there is one thing I learn about Damon in the short period of time I knew him, was the fat that his fashion-scents was extraordinary. Even if black was the main and mostly only colour he had in his closet, it was his fashion style – and good looks – that kept him from being viewed as emo. It wouldn't surprise me if after all this years, he could guess my sizes and be right about them too. It wouldn't shock me, only mildly creep me out.

"Sal."

"Ah, the mysterious Sal. If this pretty little thing is one of her creations I really need to look her up, maybe she can make something for me." He wiggled his eyebrow and had a lazy smirk on his face.

"Well, if you are nice to me, I will put in a good word in for you. You can't always wear John Varvatos, after all." By the slightly widening of his eyes, it was obvious he hadn't expected me to recognise the designer suit he was wearing. It seemed to be his go-to brand, it wasn't the first time I had seen him wear something of that designer, nor would it probably be the last. Although I do believe he would certainly look fabulous wearing a suit made by Ermenegildo Zegna. Stefan too, for that matter. Both the brothers were too handsome for their own good and for my peace of mind.

"Sal," I answered to his unspoken question as to how I know he was wearing JV, "she is interested in fashion so I pay attention when she talks about it. Never know when it may come handy." I shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world. It was actually for me.

"Well, colour me surprised. I-" the sound of someone clearing her throat made us comprehend we were not alone. I glanced at the person standing next to him and saw Caroline glaring daggers at me. Oeps.

"Caroline, how are you doing?" by the look of the scarf and throw-on blazer I'd say she was doing fine as a snack-bar. For a second I worried about her health, losing blood on a regular basis – except your period – worked poorly for the body. It had to use more energy on manufacturing more blood, thus exhausting her.

"You look smashing, by the way. The colour of your dress goes well with your eyes." Part of me, felt the need to compliment her. While she could be a bitch (to me mostly), she was a loyal friend who wanted to be seen. Even when Elena was standing next to her. When - if – she rids herself of her low self-esteem and insecurities, I predict she can become anything she wants. That being said, at the moment she still wasn't the most pleasant person to hang with. Especially with her tendency to say the wrong things at the worse time and let others view her even more as an airhead when in fact the young woman had more brains in that pretty little head of hers than most would believe there to be.

"Thanks you. Damon told me to wear it." She chirped happily. From what Sal told me, the girl had been dead set on wearing some bright yellow dress for this occasion. How she got then information I did not know but I swear sometimes she just knew things. If I hadn't already check that she wasn't anything supernatural I would have wonder if my friend was a witch. It would not surprise me if the vampire had compelled the blonde to wear this dress instead of her first choice. Simply because Damon and yellow go together as well as I and that atrocious colour. I couldn't really blame him for doing so.

"Well, you look stunning. Guys, I'm going to find my mother, so bye-bye." I said over my shoulder as I walked away, snatching a glass of champagne from the silver platter off on of the waiters. After drinking from it, I promptly put the drink away. It was demi-sec bubbles, disgusting and too sweet.

From behind me I could hear the cheerleader talk to Damon even as the distance between us was getting bigger. She clearly wasn't putting in any effort to try and be subtle for once. I guess some people have that ability and other never will.

"Have you seen her eyes, they are so disgusting to look at! I bet you now regret letting her kiss you, don't you." But all I could do was hold back a smirk, that one innocent kiss made her act this childish amused me much more than it should. That being said, I still didn't find it nice of her to point out the fact that my eyes were, to put it lightly, fucked up. Especially not to Damon, who I found attractive. Something I hadn't really encountered before in my life and made me annoyed as I didn't not know how to handle it. There was no denying that my feelings about the matter were silly, he could see those horrifying things I was obliged to call eyes, so why did it bug me in such an explicit manner?

From afar I saw mum standing in the next room, holding in her elegant hand a full glass of the golden sparkling drink, by the look on her face as she carefully took a zip of it she too discovered it to be demi-sec. At home we always drink brut, it was dryer and contained less sugar thus making it not so tooth-rottenly sweet . It had a more sophisticated taste. That's our way of saying we just liked that better.

Mum was wearing a soft peach sweetheart-shaped A-line dress with black two inch heels. Her light brown hair and the gold of her jewellery looked flattering against her tanned skin. Next to her was David, in a light blue suit, cognac colour shoes and belt, white shirt, and a dark blue tie with grey stripes. All in all he looked put together. Both of them fitted together like a puzzle.

As long as he doesn't try to eat human-flesh and is a decent person, we are good.

"Mum." I spoke, drawing her attention away from the conversation she was having with a heavy-set man dressed in white. Did he not know, black was the way to go when trying to look slimmer then you are. Then again, he might not want that.

"You look lovely." I gave her a quick kiss on the cheeks, not pressing hard so my dark red lipstick wouldn't stain it.

"She does, doesn't she?" David replied before mother could. His eyes rested on only her. He appeared to be far gone. My adoptive parent had him all around her little finger and he didn't seemed to mind it, at all.

"Thanks, honey. Sal exceeded all expectations, as usual." She told me, grabbing my hand and holding them up, understanding what she was indicating I slowly made a pirouette as she evaluated the dress. I could only agree with her statement, the dress was simply divine.

"David, you don't look poorly either." I wasn't going to give him a bigger compliment until I knew he was to be trusted with mum's heart. If not, well she would suddenly find herself in need of a new secretary. "Mum," I looked back at her, "I'm going to browse around. Okay?"

"Sure, see you in a bit." She said as I drifted away into one of the many chambers. The room re-exhibited many old artefacts and pictures from the past. It was strange to see the same road I always travel to school in a differed setting. The same goes with all the other recognizable places in the photos.

One of the many framed pieces displayed on the brownish red walls happened to be an old faded drawing created by the hand of my great-great-something-grandmother, Antoinette Ravenworth, née Stuart. One it one could see her husband Lord Raphael sitting in a library deeply concentrated on the thick book in his hands. As I slowly made my way though the room, stopping ever so often to observe an item on display that managed to grab my attention, a low baritone voice broke the tranquillity that laid upon the chamber. It appear my prediction was accurate, for the owner of the lovely sound happened to be the second vampire, brother to the first one I had met earlier this evening. Stefan entered the room followed by his date, Elena. The man obviously had arrived as the girl's plus-one, no surprise there. I observed the two from the other end of the room while trying to do so unnoticed.

He was dressed in charcoal grey suit with dark blue shirt and black shoes. His dark brown hair was gelled back professionally, it looked like it took some time to make it appear so naturally messy. Elena on the other hand was wearing enough colour for the two of them. Where she got that atrocity, I did not know. But the dress wasn't flattering on her at all. The sweetheart strapless dress made her look younger and still in need of developing a chest. I, myself, possessed only a big B-cup or at best a small C, but I know what type of dress or shirt would make them appear bigger if needed. What she was wearing ruined it. If there was one thing she had, it was a nice figure but the multi-colour fabric was too lose to even hint on it. The colours were fine if they were your thing. The golds, yellows and oranges set well against the olive undertones in her skin but did they need to be all there at once or in that pattern?

"Your parents?" It reminded me that the ex-cheerleader had only recently lost them. Maybe I had been to hard on her, it was easy to judge. Then again, her parents deaths weren't an excuse for how she behaved both now and in the past. However, at the end of the day, she was a little girl. Scared of the things she could not comprehend. The girl was quick with a line of though and opinion no matter if proven wrong, she will hold onto it.

"There's a lot of history here." In my opinion calling something that only was created two hundred years ago a lot of history is a bit much. What are two centuries compared to two millennia? What was a something that excised as long as one maybe two human life times compared to something of Ancient Rome or the period when Egypt as the centre of the world?

I witnessed as the human doppelgänger moved to hug his arm but the vampire effortlessly prevented that from happening without making it obvious to everyone but me and maybe Damon if he had seen it. Why would he do that, when Stefan came to this not-so-boring-any-more little town just for her?

Suddenly my eye fell on a open space, there should have been the Gilbert pocket watch displaced on loan from the Gilbert family, as the little card so kindly told me. If I wasn't mistaken, it concealed a compass, a piece of the machine that would reveal who was a vampire and who wasn't by pointing in the direction of the undead being. Going from this, I happily concluded that the council was not in possession of the watch and therefore not the vampire detecting compass. Just learning that made it worth coming to this dreadful event, if it meant keeping my friends safe.

With both the watch and music box 'missing', they could never activate the Gilbert device. Now that I was close to two vampires, it was better those thing never found the daylight. That being said, from Sal told me the mayor's wife was busy getting her hands on it, this could only mean that 1) they were aware of vampires, 2) they knew what the watch was able to do, maybe even that with the music box it would create the Gilbert device from how she also persisted with us and 3) they were willing to do something about the vampires, why else get the watch.

What irritated me the most, and this was my own fault, was the crucial tiny-winy fact that I forget the Fell family also happened to be a founding family and thus probably had a seat in the town council. Hadn't it been for all the small cards explaining what the object was and who it belonged to, I would have never though to include them.

Sloppy, Evelyne!

With the Fells came Logan Fell and that was a threat to not only my vampires for he wanted to kill them but also for disrupting my plan. From what Sal and mum once told me, that man had been in a relationship with the aunt, Jennie? Jenna?, from the Gilbert. From which side of the family I wasn't too sure about. What mattered was that, with the connection between those two, the wannabe Buffy could easily get into their house and steal the watch. That is a problem. One I would need to fix.

If it doesn't fix itself, after all Logan had the tendency to pat the neighbour's cat (if you catch my drift).

Having new information to muse about I walked to the next display. It were different kinds of pottery and plates. They were hideous but evidently worth enough to be shown here. This house was more a museum than a warm home, I wouldn't want to live here. Unless it turned alive like 'A Night at the Museum' but then again, no hot guys here, so euh.

I was just reading the first registry, when someone invaded my personal space, looking away from the text to see who was the criminal, I saw little Miss Elena. Before I could kindly ask her to back off, she started to read out loud.

'The founding families in Mystic Falls welcomes you to the inaugural founder's council celebration.' Wow, look, it's the original guest registry."

"Elena, if you look at something, could you please first look if no one else it standing in front of it." I said irritated. It shocked her, my manner of speak. The girl clearly though she could get away with it. Trying to force me to leave by making me uncomfortable, so Stefan wouldn't pay attention to me. It only made me realise that she was too childish for someone like the younger vampire.

"Evelyne, you look beautiful." Stefan said with a lower than normal voice and it made the temperature in the room climb with every spoken word. All the while his eyes, those forest of everlasting green and hidden wilderness, boring into mine. He once more reminded me of the sun, hot and consuming. However, as vulnerable as his stare made me feel, just like that of his brother, I refused to view it as anything negative. In fat I was glad I chose against wearing my shades. Not only to be-able to experience the connection I couldn't deny there to be between both the brothers and me, but also because she seemed happy I didn't. I believe she always though I never accepted them as part of me or hated them.

His gaze when from head to toes and once back up, heat radiated from them. Either he liked what he saw or he hated it enough to try develop laser-eyes and burn it away.

There are other ways to get the dress off of me.

Oh, god, stupid brains. Shut it.

"For once I agree with you, Stefan, she looked ravishing." Damon purred from behind, with Caroline walking after him. He must have heard us and rapidly headed this way by the colour on the blondes cheeks she made quit the effort to keep up.

"Look at all these familiar names—" Elena cried out, making us all look at her, attention-whore; "Sheriff William Forbes, Mayor Benjamin Lockwood. Lord Raphael Ravenworth." The last name was said with poorly hidden repugnance.

"Is that Damon Salvatore? And, Stefan Salvatore?" she finally asked. I had already seen the paper and saw their names on it, now I was curious as to how exactly the brothers would writhe their way out of it. Just because I found myself liking the two, didn't mean I didn't find it amusing to watch it all play out on their behalf.

"The original Salvatore brothers. Our ancestors. Tragic story, actually." Damon was the first to response, I could almost see the story he was waving in his mind. Ready to tell and use it to torment his little brother.

"Well, I'm not in the mood for tragedy." I told both of them, "It only can hold one's attention for so long before they go to find something new."

"It's not boring," Elena reprimanded me like a child, that bitch. "Stefan, I'd love to hear more about your family." She sugary smiled the vampires way after glaring in mine.

I take back all the thing about giving her some slack from before. Petrov's doppelgänger are all attention whores, Elena is the living prove and Katherine the dead one.

"Well, I'm bored. I want to dance. And Damon won't dance with me." Caroline pouted , eyes on Damon as if hoping the peer pressure would convince him other ways. He just hummed as response, promptly ignoring her.

Rolling with my eyes at his answer, I looked at him. My gaze caught Damon's icy blue one an held it. Neither blinked. I raised my thin white eyebrow, questionably.

"Here I was thinking you were a beast on the dance floor." I told him.

He leaned in, bringing his mouth next to my ear. His lips brushing the shell and his minty breath caressing the defenceless skin of my neck. "I could show you what a beast I can be, both on the dance floor and in other places."

Pulling myself back, I patted his cheek, "Down boy, it's not yet playtime." I smirked before turning my attention to the trio of eavesdroppers. As if me letting Damon hang, was a unmute button, the conversation started again. That, however, didn't stop the judgmental look Elena gave me, nor the mad but really closer to furious - glare Stefan gave this older brother. Why was he so mad? Oh, maybe he was afraid he could potentially lose my friendship to Damon! That was it. Well, I will just let him know that while there may be a friendship developing between us, I would never desert him.

"Could I just borrow your date?" Caroline asked the oldest Gilbert. Who had no answer available for the cheerleader.

"I'm not her date," Stefan said, looking at me; "It was by chance we met while waiting in line. We are only ever friends, nothing more."

Why did it feel he was trying to reassure or convince me of that fact? Could it be because he was aware of my dislike for the brunette? How nice of him.

"I don't really dance." He added as an excuse not to go with the blonde.

"Oh, sure he does. You should see him. Waltz, the jitterbug, the moonwalk. He does it all." It could be, for some, perceived as if he was bragging about his little brother but really he was undermining his escape plan. Evil but well played out by the black haired vampire.

"You wouldn't mind, would you, Elena?"

"As he so clearly said, we came only friends so it's up to Stefan." And Elena just throw him under the bus, poor fella wasn't getting a break, was he. I just hoped he didn't break anything on the dance-floor. Be it a bone from himself or her.

"Well sorry, but I'm not going to take no for an answer." The girl wasn't lying because before the vampire could react she grabbed his arm and dragged him away.

"Well, I'm gonna get myself a drink. See you later folks." I left the two on there own, it had obviously been Damon's plan to get Elena alone for some reason – probably to mess up Stefan and the girl's relation. Part of me wondered what it was about that bloodline for they always managed to get at least two powerful and abide dangerous(ly handsome) men fighting over and for them. It was extremely unfair. Not that I think there existed men who would ever do that for me, but somewhere in this world there was a person who was worthy of all that attention and love. Elena and definitely Katherine were not.

I took me longer than I wanted to admit, to find the bar, this house was too big and there were to many annoying guests. Blah, I'd never throw a party this big, ever. Eventually I found it and after flirting with the bartender, who didn't seem to mind my eyes when I crossed my arms, showing off the girls. I ended up with a delicious glass of dry red wine, almost the same colour as my darker lipstick.

I made it back just in time to hear Damon say; "A woman, I guess. Doesn't it always come down to the love of a woman?"

"I hope not, " I said, interrupting the stare down the two were having; "I like men, it would be a pity if it only ever came down to the love of a woman."

"You with an other woman wouldn't be a pitiful sight at all."

"Well, sadly for you that's never going to happen, you prev." the smile on my face took the blow out of the insult. Elena apparently didn't like Damon's attention on me so she spoke.

"Look, I'm sorry that you and Stefan have this thing between you, but I can't get in the middle of it, Damon. I just...I hope you two can work it out." The sincerity Damon believed to hear, surprised him but I could see the gleam in the girls eyes, she wanted nothing more than to do just that. I bet by the end of the night she would get in the middle of it, I said to myself while slowly zipping on my glass.

"I hope so, too." He replied softly, making me believe that some part of him, and I don't know how big it is, still wanted their brotherhood restored. I took a sip of my drink before realizing I had drank it all.

Well done, Evelyne. Already on your way of becoming a alcoholic.

Sensing that the conversation had reached its end paired with my already empty glass, I walked back to the bar that took me so long to find. I witnessed how Logan Fell desperately was trying to get back into good grades with the woman babysitting the Gilberts, what was her name again? Jane? Jeannis? Jenna? I think the last one.

"I was young and stupid, and then things changed. Life got...real. You'd know that better than anyone." Logan said. It was like he was spelling out to anyone with some knowledge about vampires that he knew about it too. I would need to confirm this but I deemed it wiser to view him as a threat until otherwise proven.

"Hypothetically speaking, if allowed, how would you make things right?" she asked. I needed to end that. First because I had seen Fell, tongue a minor the last time I was looking for the bar the first time and second because it was better to have two missing pieces of the machine than one.

"Well, more grovelling, of course. A recap of the past few years spent soul searching." Dramatic pause. "Cheese fries."

The last part made the woman laugh. She seemed like a decent and kind person, I almost felt bad for ruining this for her. "Obvious."

"I know my audience." Confident little fucker. Funny how one of the things I found attractive in Damon, was making me want to kill this dick. Okay, kill exaggeration, kick him in the balls is more accurate.

"Yes to lunch. Call me." She said a smile before walking away. I quickly went after her, leaving my empty glass on the bar.

"Ms. Gi-"

Wait that wasn't her last name, right? Or was it? Since I only remembered the father having a brother I decided to use the last name of the mother. If I happened to be wrong, well it's not the end of the world. That's in 2012.

"Ms. Sommers." I practically yelled as I stormed after her. She heard me and twirled around.

"I wanted to tell you not to go on a date with that Logan guy." She frowned, I knew she had heard of me, in this little town a freak such as myself was easily recognized, "I saw him kiss a minor only an hour ago. You seem like a nice person and you don't deserve it after what happened. I hope you know I mean no harm. I don't want to see you get hurt."

"Why do you care?"

"Evil doesn't win because of evil men but because of good men doing nothing." I quoted. "Logan might not be evil but he is not a decent person and you are. It seemed only right to warn you. What you do with the information is your own choice. I just hope you make the right one." I said before leaving her. She would need some time to get it all on a line.

I wasn't lying when I said she was a good person. She was and such, I decided to make her the third on my try-to-be-nice-to list. I headed to the dinner room where the lady of the house was scowling a servant. She could be a pain in the ass, that woman. By the whispered 'bitch' from Bonnie I knew I wasn't the only one who thought so. Suddenly she leaned to the candle and after she rolled her eyes at her own idiocy one by one the candle caught fire, the witch as almost out the room when she saw a candle burn and turned. Together we watched the flames dance and create a light show. The dark skin girl finally noticed me and was starting to panic when I grabbed her hand and pulled her into one of the many empty room of the mansion.

"Breath, Bonnie. I'm not going to tell on you." I reassured her before commending her once more the breath. The girl was shocked, it wasn't every day you discover you are a witch. Or find someone who knows about it and doesn't give a fuck.

Behold the field in which I grow my fucks, lay thine eyes upon it and thou shalt see that it is barren.

"You're a wizard, Harry." I flopped out before realizing it. Luckily it made the newly discovered witch laugh. "What I meant to say was, you are a witch, Bonnie."

"That I figured out on my own. How come you are not freaking out? I'm the witch and I'm more freaked out than you."

"You are not the first witch I met nor will you be the last." I told her truthfully.

"Who, how, why…" it was obvious questions popped up in her head faster then she could asked them.

"I can't tell you all about my past but I can tell you that I'm not a danger." I gripped her hand hoping she would feel the honesty behind what I said, by how her eyes widened I suspected I succeeded.

"Right. Right." The brunette mumbled to herself.

"I advise you to seek out you grams, she is a witch and has the knowledge you need." I suddenly thought of Anubis. He could also help. Grabbing my phone out of the pocket on the inside of my dress - making Bonnie's eyebrows rise with wonder and awe, it was a handy thing to have, I admit – and picking a paper napkin I wrote down my contact information and his.

"The first is my number. If you have questions or want to meet me, just call and the second is the number of one of my oldest friend. While not a warlock himself, he knows a lot about it. More than most warlocks themselves. He could potentially be a source of information."

Seeing that while she appeared calmer then first, panic and fear were still visible on her face and in her chocolate brown eyes. Having no other option, I tried to comfort the girl.

Come little children, I'll carry they away into the land of enchantment...*

I couldn't stop the chill from running over my spin as that particular memory resurfaced. God, how I hated both the woman who sang it and the song on it's own. Mentally shaking my head to clear my mind, I focussed back to the matter in hand: Bonnie.

"I know this may be overwhelming at the moment but what you have is a gift. Use it, don't abuse it. Learn to control it and never be controlled." I paused, cocking my head to the side as I observed her. She would grow and become someone powerful. I could feel it in my bones, on the tip of my tongue that practically tasted the magic in the air. "I predict great things from you, Bonnie Bennet. I hope you are prepared to face it all."

This made the girl worried and nervous, I realised I was talking too close in riddles. A habit I had when things got more serious or important. "Don't worry, the path you walk will not be a lonely one most of the times." I smiled her way, saw how her shoulders relaxed and face showed relief. With those last words I walked away. My good deeds for today were done. I hoped it all worked out for the two women, they both deserved it.

"Thanks." Bonnie's voices echoed after me as I drifted through the house going from room to room but ending up outside. The chilly night air, felt wonderful against my skin. The lake seemed to be coming out of a picture, that's how peaceful it looked. It helped that no people were around to disrupted it. Looking up at the moon, I told myself that everything was going to be okay. I would make sure of it.

The music was softly paying in the background as I watched an ireful Elena storm of the stone steps and confront Demon, who look just as surprised as I felt by the girl's behaviour. How interesting it may turn out to be, I couldn't convince myself to care. The fucks I had to give this evening were all spend and so I walked to the outside bar and a bone deep tiredness spread through my veins. That memory was haunted me and for the first time in long I remembered that one needs not be a room or house to be haunted. No, the brain possessed corridors surpassing material places.

As I observed those around me, a bitterness gripped me and I couldn't control it what so ever. This people lived without a care in the world and all I managed to be was envious of that light-heartedness. Girls were being twirled around by men, strangers found common ground, laughed together, made something worth remembering while I could only stare at them with an emotion crawling up my throat I found no name for. It formed a reminder to all I lost, the things I had to leave behind, people dear to me I had to see perish, the scares both mental as physical I had to bare. But what hit me the most was, the things I discarded without a care all in favour of survival, freedom. Those were the once that haunted me in my dreams, stained whatever was left untainted of my soul.

"You look lonely." Stefan said as he came standing next to me. Unknowingly, he had interrupted my gloomy thoughts though the emotion still lingered, like the smell of a rotting corps even after it was taken away.

"Lonely." I failed in keeping the bitterness that I felt hidden; "You say it like it's a bad thing." My eyes met his as he slowly made me turn my body towards him. It was confronting how one could not want to drown in those endless green forests of his.

"It can be. It's an addictive feeling." he whispered, it was the understanding without the judgement that suddenly made it hard for me to control tears from falling. To swallow the sound fighting to get out.

"That is certainly true. I'm always in war with myself when it comes to loneliness." I told me, staring in the distance as my index finger traced the boarder of my almost empty glass. "Some days it is the most terrible poverty, but other times it adds beauty to one's life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes the night air smell better. And then there are the moments were being alone is good if only so you don't get hurt." A laugh that sounded too wry, austerely to even be considered a laugh, passed through my lips with out my consent.

I gazed into the red liquid in my glass, gyrated it around as if somehow an answer would come out of it. To what question I did not know. Before he could response to me, I scrapped my throat.

"Enough with the sad conversation." I told him with a slightly forced smile. The battle he was having with himself was clearly written on his features as he debated whether he would let me have this one or push me for more. In the end, he opted for the first rather than the latter. It would have been a lie, if I didn't say that that was a relieve.

"Well, if we are going to let go of the sad, maybe we could dance." Stefan managed to surprise me with his proposal but I couldn't seen a reason why not to.

With Frank Sinatra's 'Fly me to the moon' playing on the background we moved to the dance floor, all the while Damon's ice blue eyes clung to me. Dark and heavy, the stare of a predator but he either did not know or forgot that I wasn't prey. No, I was every inch of predator like him. While he is a wolf, wild, untameable, the epitome of freedom but most of all, misunderstood. I on the other hand, I was more alike a tiger. Patient but short-tempered, calm but rebellious, petty but noble, fearsome but affectionate, free-spirited but fiercely territorial.

O tiger's heart wrapped in tiger hide.*

I turned my attention back to the man who had his arms gently but firmly around my waist. It would be foolish of me to presume that only based on the fact Stefan refused to drink human blood, he was less a predator than Damon or me. No, the kind vampire in front of me was every bit that, what really the question is; what kind of marauder is he?

As he slowly spinned me around, I pondered on the question. Over the course of the previous days I had time enough to observe and evaluate him in peace. Whatever he in the end was, it had to be something that was calm, complete in control until it was challenged. Like a...

Lion.

Yes, like a lion. Calm, in such a manner that some wouldn't assume them to form a threat, but it was at the moment when they didn't expected it,that the animal would strike.

'Le lion dore avec ses dents'. As the French say, 'the lion sleeps with it's teeth'. In more ways then one, it reminded me of Hogwarts's 'Draco Dormiens Dunquam Titillandus', which roughly translated out of the ancient Latin language means, 'Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon'.

"You know," the 161 year old vampire started, ripping me way from my straying thoughts once more, "I haven't made it clear to you but-" as he made me spin around my centre, stopping briefly. As the last notes filled the air, the boy- no , young man, stared directly into my eyes. Wearing emotion I couldn't place he, slowly traced my lips, eyes, nose and more, with his stare. I wondered if this was what an prey experienced before it was devoured.

"I like you."

Scores of the possible relationships:

Evelyne/Elijah, Stefan, Damon, Klaus, Kol, Finn, Elijah: 37

Evelyne/Mikealsons: 21

Evelyne/Stefan, Damon, Klaus, Elijah: 16

Evelyne/Salvatore brothers: 10

Evelyne/other pairing: 7 or less.

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Responses To The Reviews

silentmayhem: Congratulations on being the 40th reviewer and thank you for your kind words.

My vision of Evelyne is someone who is good at seeing things that most wouldn't notice or dismiss, not only because she has instincts she can trust but also because it was necessary for her to develop that ability. It is partly the reason why she can interact with the two brothers so well and knows most of the time with do say and do or not to. While she is good at that, she lacks the ability to see what people around her think about her when it is positive. She can not fathom that someone could possibly like or even love her, apart from a few number of individuals such as her mother or Sally (Sal-Sal). It is a more cute and vulnerable side of her, one that will make it appearance more in the next chapters, but her other more fierce side will also come out to play.

As for the party, well, what did you think of it? Enough drama, too little, to much? Let me know what you thought of it ;)

Now, her past. I hope this will make some things clearer and if not or you still have questions after this, you can tell me in a comment. In the dream (the italic part of chapter 5) you get a peak into what happened to her. She, from a very young age, had been used to experiment on. It also indicated that the doctor that is doing said experiments/resurge has wandering hands, if you know what I mean. Her hair and eyes are products of the things that were done to her. In the next chapter you will get even more information about it and hopefully it will clear up all the things that are unclear at the moment. As well as why she isn't using the sunlight ring like vampires but I do not want to give away to much.

The idea of Tanner as her step-father was one that hadn't occurred to me, a fun idea I have to say. While I had planned for the mother to go together with David, Tanner may also be a good option. If I do use it, I will credit the idea to you :)

What did you think of this chapter, happy? Disappointed? Leave a comment and let me know!

Kate-Fach: Thank you for your comment it made me so happy and blush sooo hard. Evelyne is definitely not worshipping the ground Elena walks on and never will. However there is no denying that for the story she is important, so it is easier to work the doppelgänger into the story and still keep close to the storyline without making them all seem as friends or whatever. Part of me just wants to get her to disappear but that is not realistic and I kinda need her for a lot of thing, like getting the Mikealsons here, though that will take some time. Not gonna lie.

Thank you for the review, let me know what you though of it by leaving a comment, if you want of course ;)

Bookworm3: I haven't decided yet when the two brothers and Evelyne get together, partly because they seem to live their own life and also because I haven't found the right moment. So not for the next few chapters, maybe after the tomb is opened or something. I can't promise anything for now.

Hopefully this chapter was as you hoped it would be, if so or if not, let me know why in the comments (if you want to, of course)

Angelicsailor: The reply was no problem, I love to response to you. I'm happy you liked the chapter, Evelyne's relationschip with Zach and their conversation was pretty funny, if I may say so myself!

That pizza of yours does sound yummy but no sauce, doesn't that make it dry? Just wondering, maybe I can try to make it, it doesn't sound to diffictul or time-consuming.

BTW, very punny of you, puntasitc! Let me know what you though of the chapter, if you want! :)

Mina1999:I adore that you find the friendship between the two so amazing, I try to really make it feel like a realistic friendship. Something that doesn't really happen in the tv-show. At least, that is what I think. Thank you for liking her personality, I too am loving how Evelyne is turning out to be. While I had an idea as to how she would be, once writing they all get their own life and well, they sometimes write themselves.

Either way, if you want, let me know what you though of this chapter, what you liked or didn't like.

Kami no Kage-Sama: There are other songs I can think of, such as Green Day's 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams' , 'Welcome to the Black Parade' - My Chemical Romance. If I think of any other song I will let you know and if you want me to stop, tell me in a comment :)

I hope you liked this chapter as you did the previous one!

EnglishKitsune: That was exactly the same thing that I thought of it. So it seemed a waste not to use them, it is a interesting group and it would be a shame not to make use of the possible potential they could have is a story. But it will take some time before we get to them, so you will have to way and see. Maybe, in the meantime, you can leave a comment about this chapter, if you want to :)

Utau54: Thank you for the kind review. I'm glad it keep getting more interesting as the story goes. I too have seen the anime and read the manga 'Black Butler' and only one that you told me I can see some similarities but I can already tell you that Evelyne didn't make an contract with a handsome demon :)

What did you think of the reaction from Stefan and Damon? I'm planning to make a chapter out of their point of view but it will take some time.

As for the pizza, that Blaze Pizza sound delicious and now I'm jealous because i don't know any pizzeria that makes something similar to that in my neighbourhood...

Anyway, thanks for the review and let me know what you though of this chapter!

Smiling Seshat: Thank you for the review, and I will consider it, surely. The reason why I try to keep some of the original conversations is because I wanted to try and make the situation turn out differently than in the series. I find it interesting how small changes, such as Stefan not sitting next to Elena during that dinner, made the whole situation so differently. But thank you for the kind advise and I will keep it in mind.

Galla-whore:Thanks for the review, as to who Evelyne will end with lays completely in the hands of the people or in this case the readers :)

Lyryenn: Thank you for being the 100 follower and your three reviews. I'm glad you like the story so much and I hope this chapter also brought you some joy!

Aylin Moura:You really flatter me with your kind review, I found it blush-worthy to hear you found this so good despite the lack of many review although I think that with 53 reviews it going great.

I totally agree with you that Elena is a whinny bratty teen with attention problems, I is always nice to know you are not the only one having that opinion. Anyway, I also support your view on Damon, I always found it so frustrating and sad that he had to change himself almost completely before Elena could accept him, except that if you have to change to be accepted your are never really accepted in the first place but that is my opinion.

Either way, thank you for the sweet review and I will try to remain 'ganbatte' (that means 'keep going' or stay strong' , no?)

PS; your English is really good and while I'm not a professor English, I think you did great. Until next chapter and hopefully you enjoyed this one!

silverfoxkurama: Thank you for the review, I understand how you are feeling completely! I too dread the moment when I realise there are no more chapters to read. But, fortunately for you I now updated. What did you think about their reaction? I'm planning on doing a chapter using Damon and Stefan's POV, so that you can better see what those two though of it, but that is not in the near future :) Let me know what you think!

Toolazytosignin:
You are not wrong about Stefan, there is a reason why Evelyne is a little dense but that is for me to know and for you to find out in the future chapters ;)

hailstormdragon:
I'm glad you liked it and hopefully you also like this chapter, as a response to your question, how they will react will be both similar as different. I know that y answer is nt saying much but I can't give way all my secrets. If needed think of me as a magician. But thank you for the review and maybe if you want you can leave a new one.

Estelle Lumene:
First of, thank you for the three review. I hope you aren't disappointed that even with how Evelyne is, you can still relate to her. I already have a plan for Mason so just wait and see. As for Elijah, I do love him but he will not be completely the same in my story as he is in the VD or Originals. So hopefully you will find him here, more interesting. BTW; we do speak quite a lot languages but nothing to be jealous about ;)

Mely:
Thank you for your review and here is the chapter you asked for. Let me know what you thought of it!

That was it for today, hopefully you liked it! REVIEW if you want to, it would make me happy :)