Chapter 6 (Enjoy!)
They arrive at Alaric's.
Abby's texting on her phone. "Is this the place?" She asked without looking up.
"Yea."
"So where's this ancient pyscho with the shotgun?"
They hear a very distinct click.
Declan slowly turns around and rolls his eyes.
Alaric's ready with the shotgun steady."I'm right here, who's looking?"
"We don't want any trouble." Declan starts off.
"Why are you back here kid. Didn't I make things clear last time?"
"Mr. Saltzman? If you could just help us."
He steps forward,"I told you, there's no one here that goes by that name!"
"All due respect." Declan says.
Abby jumps in, cutting him off. "His name is Declan, he was born here. We were told you could help. Just help him find out about his family so we can go."
"No." Alaric says.
She narrows her eyes."Look my mom's name is Bonnie Bennett she told us to come to you. Does that mean anything?"
Alaric folds his arms. "Not really."
"His dad's name was Damon and his mom's name was Elizabeth."
"Elena." Declan corrects her.
She whispers."Sorry when you told me last night I was a little high."
Alaric clears his throat.
"Anyway," she continues, "His original last name was Salvatore. Can you help or not?"
Alaric's eyes widen.
"And if my answer is still no?" He answers.
Her phone starts to ring.
She raises her index finger, "Hold that thought."
She reaches for her phone inside her pocket.
"Hey! I said don't move!" Alaric warns, pointing the gun in her direction.
"It'll juuusst take one second." She says, "and there." She turns to Declan, "had to let Nicole know I wasn't going to her party tomorrow night."
Declan nods back to Alaric.
"Right." She puts up her phone, "Sure you don't want to help?"
"Positive."
She begins to pull out her phone again.
"What are you doing?"
"Dialing the mayor's office."
"What're you going to tell them? You came up here and trespassed, demanding to come into my home?"
"No more along the lines of, 'you took my friends money and possessions without his permission.' "
"It's cute that you think you have so much pull to get me arrested."
"Hmm for one I have the mayor on speed dial. Two, I'm best friends with his daughter and number three, I used to date his son. Shall I go on?"
Alaric lips pull into a thin line. "What do you want?"
"Now that's more like it. Help him find anything on and about his original family."
"There are public records, hospitals, why me?"
"His birth certificate has Mystic Falls on it. We heard you were the one to talk to about the old town."
Alaric swallows. "Come inside. Quickly. Don't touch anything."
They both come inside.
It was messy, books and papers cover the entire area.
"Nice place you got here." She says, over stepping items.
Alaric ignores her.
"Declan you sit here. Roll up your sleeve."
"May I ask why?"
"I'm gonna' need some blood. Just a small sample for a dna test."
"You don't believe him?"
"Not really."
"Understandable, but how?" Declan asked, "Who can you compare it to anyway? All my relatives are deceased as far as I know so far."
"That might be true but I still have some blood leftover from your dad."
Abby almost pukes. "That is weird and just plain creepy." She says.
"And highly unrealistic. You can only store blood for about forty two days. After that blood cells tend to stiffen, lose flexibility, impending movement. You'd need him."
"Smart one over here. Sure your Damon's kid?" Alaric quickly searches for a vein and jams in the syringe.
"Ouch," Declan says as his blood is drawn.
"Don't be a let him do the test so we can go."
"And you're surely nothing like Bonnie, Abby."
She rolls her eyes.
"Even if you do this it'll take one to two days to get the results." Declan says rubbing his arm.
"It will and while we wait we can study. I have an assignment for you both."
"What are you?" She folds her arms,"our teacher? I didn't come here to do homework."
"Why exactly are you here Abagail?"
She searches for the word."Support." She smiles.
"Mmhhmmm. You could also learn a lot about the Bennett bloodline."
"No thanks." She folds her arms again.
Declan gets up, letting the two argue. He sees a picture in the distance. There was a pretty blonde and two twin girls.
"This your wife, your kids?"
"What did I say about touching things?"
He drops his hands immediately.
"So what's the assignment?" Declan asked.
"Here." Alaric drops six books on the desk and dust flies everywhere.
They both begin to cough.
"What is this?" She waves her hand in front of her.
Alaric looks at Declan. "Diaries. Your uncle Stefan. Start with that one."
He opens the book. "The first entry was written in eighteen sixty four."
She cuts in, "How is this Stefan guy gonna help him. We want to know more about his father and mom. Not read an lousy, old, dusty journal from the stone ages."
"Oh trust me it'll help."
"Stefan," Declan remembers, "That was the middle name on my original birth certificate."
"Exactly, named after Stefan Salvatore himself." Alaric smiles.
Declan's hand swipes the date in the corner.
"Why are these dates so old? Did he get confused or something?"
Alaric eyes the date, "It was a distant uncle." He quickly says.
Declan nods but continues to flip the pages and focus on the dates.
Alaric clears his throat,"…..Anyway you say you're here on Bonnie Bennett business?"
"Yes she thinks we can somehow help you, she says she'll reach out later?"
"Is that right?"
Declan nods.
Alaric sighs,"Look Bonnie's an old friend of mine, but sometimes she can be….."
"Crazy, paranoid, creepy?" Abby finishes the sentence.
"Hey! That's not what I meant!"
"Mmmmhnmm, sure."
"And if you want my help, you can respect her or get out and forget about me helping you."
Declan tilts his head at Abby, "Fine, whatever," she says.
"Start with this diary, work your way to the others."
"Okay." He grabs the books, shoving them into his backpack.
Alaric grabs the next book before it goes in.
"Uh uh, no. The books stay here."
"Why not, if I can't read them, how am I supposed to get answers?"
Alaric grabs the rest from his grasp. "You come back and read them. Maybe alone next time."
He nods. "Can we stay and read some today?"
He looks at his watch."Sure just be out by five.."
"Remind me again, why we have to stay here and read?" Abby asked.
"People in this town aren't too fond of Mystic Falls. To them it's ancient history and that's the way they want to keep it."
"Yea, I know with the town center burning down sixteen years ago, just terrible, no survivors." She says.
Alaric's brows instantly pull together but within a few seconds he straightens up, "Right. Town history, anyway, let me know when your done Declan."
He walks away into another room
"Okay let's go." She says.
"What? I haven't even read any of the diaries yet."
"Don't worry, I gotcha' covered." She slides the small diary in her satchel.
"What are you doing?"
"Shhhhhh," she puts an index finger to her lips, " This one might be easier to read and understand. It has Elena Gilbert on 's go."
He follows her and Alaric comes back into the room, halting them.
"Wait," he starts to look around the room and Abby nervously grabs her satchel.
"Here," he gives him something.
It was a sliver necklace, small ruby in the top center.
"It's a little girly, I know."
"Who's was it?"
"Your mother's. ..well technically."
He holds it up to the light and it glimmers, it was beautiful. "Thank you," he looks back to Alaric's face, "So you do believe me."
"Maybe." He hands him back his belongings.
He nods. "Mr Saltzman-"
"Please call me Alaric."
"Sure…..Did you know my parent's?"
Alaric nods.
"How'd they die?"
Alaric clears his throat, "Heavy question."
"I just need to know, I'm assuming it wasn't because of old age."
He shakes his head.
"It was-" Just then a car pulls up, stopping Alaric in mid sentence.
"You guys have to go. Now."
"But-"
"Just go, we'll pick it up tomorrow." He grabs the diaries and quickly shoves them back on the shelf.
They began to walk out the front door.
"Not that way, out the back." He says.
They go out the back door and over to the side of the cabin.
They can finally see who it is getting out the car. It was Kelsee. Alaric casually greets her and invites her inside.
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