Hey guys! Hope the New year is treating you well! I am sorry for the wait, I had this chapter draft about a month ago, the original outcome gave me no inspiration to type the chapter. Hope some of you aren't too mad at me. Please Read A/N need some input! Enjoy!
Ignorance of the Issue
"SO, THERE ARE TWO MAIN CLASSIFIERS OF THE PERIODIC TABLE, WHAT ARE THEY?" Sitting up on her bed, the raven-haired teen asked her study partner.
"Groups and periods," Her intelligent dark-blond partner answered while laying down at the end of the king-sized bed.
"And which side of the periodic table contains the most reactive elements, and which contains the least reactive elements?" Nuelle waited expectantly for an answer. It was now a few weeks later since the Tanner incident, and since the Founder's Party was coming up, the students of Mystic Falls had a week off of school. Nuelle, whose forte was not Chemistry, wanted to make sure that she was prepared for the first Chem Test.
Stefan, getting to spend some more time with his girlfriend, was not complaining, "Uh, left is most reactive, and right is least reactive."
"Good job, Steffy! That warrants a reward." Nuelle slyly suggested.
To which Stefan leaned up on his side to his girlfriend's suggestive tone, "And what should that be?"
"A kiss." Nuelle met the dark blond for a sweet embrace and then wrapped her arms around his neck, "So, I was wondering if you would do me the honor of accompanying me to the Founder's Party?"
"They still do that?" The Salvatore's eyes peaked with interest.
"Great! So you've been?" Nuelle tilted her head in curiosity.
"No," Stefan shook his head, "The Salvatore's don't get invited anymore."
"Well, now they do," Nuelle simply resolved, "Also, as this is my first soiree, I would love it if you would come with me. For my parents, at least my dad, this is my introduction to society, and it would be nice if I wasn't alone." The normally confident Silva ended softly.
"I would love to accompany you, Miss Silva." Stefan easily accepted the offer.
Nuelle grinned, "Just make sure that you get a dark suit."
"Yes, Miss Silva." He mocked.
"Hey. I just like to be prepared." Nuelle began to lean away, defending herself.
"I can respect that." Stefan continued to tease her serious demeanor.
"Well now you don't have a choice, do you?" The raven-haired girl tried to threaten with a sweet smile.
"Mhmm." Stefan hummed and proceeded to pinch Nuelle's hips and when she squealed, trying to get away he refused to remove his hands off of her, so the couple fell off the bed with the dark-blond boy on top of his girlfriend.
"Stefan!"
"Is everything alright." A concerned Carmen Silva appeared at the door.
"Yup, everything is fantastic." The teen couple giggled and chuckled.
"Yes, we're fine Mrs. Silva." A composed Stefan reassured.
"Hmm. Okay, well just keep the door open."
Once she left, Nuelle turned to Stefan and playfully hit his chest, "I hate you."
"Hey mom," Nuelle came down the red staircase, expecting her mom to be waiting for her in the foyer, but Carmen was not, "Mom?"
"In the living room," Carmen yelled out.
Nuelle's heels clicked as she headed toward her mom's location, "Mom, ready to go?"
"Hold on." The attorney was intently watching the news.
"I can confirm that a 12-foot puma mountain lion attacked a hunter and was subsequently shot and killed. The hunter is in stable condition." Sheriff Forbes' voice sounded the room.
"You'd think that it would take less than two weeks to find this serial animal killer. If it even was an animal." The teen marked, settling on the sofa her mother was standing behind.
"Shh." Carmen hissed, narrowing her eyes at her daughter.
"To repeat, the animal terrorizing Mystic Falls has been caught." The brown-haired Logan Fell reported to the screen. Then Carmen turned off the T.V.
"Mom is it me or is it just a coincidence that once we move to Mystic Falls there happens to be a reign of terror occurring?"
"There are just certain things that we cannot control," Carmen responded to her daughter diplomatically.
But Nuelle just ignored her mother's tone, "I mean you are the DA and Caroline's mom is the sheriff. Can't dad just give you guys a bit more money, so that it'll be a bit easier to protect us?"
Carmen whipped herself around and put her hands on her hips, stopping them right before the door, "Nuelle we are doing our best. It's just extremely hard to get the exact animal that is terrorizing us without getting the wrong mountain lion."
Nuelle scoffed, "Whatever you say, mom."
"Mi corazón," Carmen sighed, "This is not your problem. You're not an attorney yet. Right now, you're supposed to get ready for the Founder's Party, going with Stefan, and having fun with your friends. Enjoy your time as a teen and leave these things to the adults. You're not going to be a teen forever. Okay?"
"But-"
Carmen gripped her daughter's chin, "Drop it Nuelle. Okay? Now let's go to lunch."
"You're taking Damon to the founder's party? What about me?" Bonnie Bennett exclaimed as her and her blonde friend entered the Grill.
"Go with Elena." Caroline carelessly offered her stressed friend.
"She's taking Matt."
"Okay, go by yourself." Caroline responded harshly, "There she is."
"Sorry, I'm late." Elena sat down next to her caramel skinned best friend, across Caroline.
"Is everything okay?" Bonnie asked concerned.
"Yeah, I was just packing my family's antiques for the Heritage display of the Founder's Party." The Gilbert explained.
"About that, is it okay if I join you and Matt at the party."
"Yeah, no problem. But why?" Elena inquired.
"Well, Caroline ditched me for Damon." Bonnie stared accusingly at Caroline, "What about your mom? Is she okay with you bringing Damon?"
"And I'm supposed to care why?" Caroline rolled her eyes.
"He's older sexy danger guy."
"That would require him to be sexy. Hello ladies." The raven-haired brunette now stood before her friends in her raven cape.
"I thought you said you couldn't make it." The golden blonde girl crossed her arms accusingly.
"Well, technically I still can't because I'm having lunch with my mom. See she's over with the Lockwood's." Nuelle turned their attention to the stunning chestnut-haired middle-aged Latina in a black pencil skirt and blouse.
"That's your mom, she's hot." Elena complimented.
"Well looks can only get you so far," Nuelle said snidely, "Anyways, I'll catch up with you girlies later." Once the raven-haired Latina went to the Lockwood table, Caroline continued their previous conversation, "And Damon's not dangerous. You know, he just has a lot of issues with his brother. You know, like major, deep-rooted drama."
"Like...?" Elena leaned forward.
"I'm not really supposed to say anything." The usual blabbermouth acted coy.
"Caroline Forbes, when have you ever kept a secret in your life?" Bonnie raised an eyebrow and questioned her friend.
"Okay. I was going to tell Nuelle anyways so I might as well tell you."
Meanwhile, at the Lockwood table, "Hey, mom. Hi Mrs. Lockwood and Mayor Lockwood. Hey Tyler." Nuelle greeted the tables' inhabitants. Even though she was annoyed with her mother, Nuelle when to turn up the charm in front of important people. Obviously, the Lockwood adults were charmed.
"Hi, Nuelle. I don't believe we've met," Caroline Lockwood started "You're very pretty. I cannot believe Tyler hasn't mentioned you."
Nuelle chuckled at the annoyed expression on Tyler's face, feeling his mother's gaze on his face, "Yes, well Tyler and I only have Italian together, and I'm sure he's very busy with football and school, Junior year is the hardest year of school especially for college apps."
The mayor, being very impressed by the Silva girl's demeanor, had an idea pop in his head, "Nuelle do you happened to be going with anyone to the Founder's Party?"
"Dad!" Tyler, knowing his parents very well, knew where his father was going.
Nuelle feigned a blush, "Unfortunately my hands are tied. But maybe Tyler can save me a dance." Nuelle egged on The Lockwood's hope for a political match.
"Carmen she really is your daughter." Mayor Lockwood complimented his peer.
"Thank you, Richard, but we should get seated, we are famished," Carmen claimed.
To which the patriarch of the Lockwood family allowed, "Yes, please. It was very nice to meet you, Nuelle. Hopefully, we see you at the party."
The Silva women left the table to find their own, but not without Carmen smirking from hearing the Lockwoods grill their son on not pursuing high-class girls like Nuelle but instead pursuing low-class waitresses.
"Thank you, mi corazón." Carmen began to praise her daughter.
Only for said daughter to crush the touching moment, "It wasn't for you mom, it was for Tyler. Now, shall we order?"
"So, what are you girlies wearing for the party?" It was now hours before the party, and Nuelle, standing in front of her mirror to decide which dress she was going to wear, wanted to see which stage her friends were in.
"Nuelle please don't tell us that you don't know what you're going to wear." The Bennet began to reprimand her friend.
"Umm, do you want me to lie or not."
"Nuelle, the party literally starts in 2 hours." Caroline groaned.
"I have two options. I just don't know which one to choose." Nuelle continued to discuss her problem calmly, ignoring her friends' fear.
"What are your options?" Elena opted to help.
"See at least Elena wants to be supportive in this time of crisis," Caroline and Bonnie scoffed, "Midnight Black or Navy Blue with floral patterning?"
"Blue, definitely the blue," Caroline answered instantly.
"Oh my goodness you haven't even seen the dresses."
"All you wear is black, Nuelle. It wouldn't hurt to trying something new." Elena explained.
"We trust your judgment." Bonnie assured her.
"Okay, I'll go with the blue."
"Good, now while you get ready Elena and I have to put on our nail polish so we'll see you later." Bonnie hung up.
"Okay, so what are you doing for your hair?" Caroline inquired as she began to put her dress on.
"Simple. Curl my hair and then style it with a side part. But when will you and your mom get there?"
"Oh, I'm not going with my mom. I'm going with Damon." Caroline hesitantly responded with a low voice.
"Urgh. Seriously, Care? Demon? Isn't he like 30?" Nuelle kind of joked but made her feelings of the eldest Salvatore clear.
Caroline couldn't keep herself from giggling, "Like Stefan is any better."
"That came out of left field. What is that supposed to mean Caroline Forbes?"
"Well let's just say that apparently, Stefan has a very interesting backstory." The blonde hinted at the Salvatore's alleged dark past.
"And let me guess, the source of your information is Damon. Way to be biased Caroline." Nuelle's voice dripped with dry banter.
"Do you even know what happened with his ex-girlfriend Katherine?" Caroline averted her attention from the sarcasm.
"Caroline, what does this have to do with anything?" Nuelle sighed.
Caroline was relentless, "Well I don't know. It's not like your boyfriend has the potential of being a calculating, manipulative liar."
"Which Stefan is not." Nuelle quipped in defense of her boyfriend.
"Anyways, they both dated her, only Katherine chose Damon. And that drove Stefan mad, so he did horrible things to try and break them up. He manipulated Katherine. He filled her head with all these lies until finally, it worked, and she turned against Damon."
Nuelle laughed at the ridiculousness of the story.
"It's not funny, Nuelle! This is serious." Caroline whined in frustration.
"Honestly Caroline, I could care less about Katherine. Do you want to know why? She's his ex. She's in the past and she's dead. Stefan is not the problem in the relationship with his brother, Damon is. The two couldn't be any more different from each other."
"Okay well don't take my word for it. I'll see you at the party." Caroline hung up.
"It's cool not growing old. I like being the eternal stud." The raven-haired Salvatore was checking himself out in his brother's mirror, knowing very well that his presence only annoyed Stefan.
"Yes, being a 150-year-old teenager has been the height of my happiness," Stefan replied sarcastically while sitting down at his desk, prepping his shoes.
"You cracked a funny, Stefan. I should have a drink to celebrate. 1864. You and Katherine were the perfect couple. It was hell watching you dance with her." Damon confided in his brother, not without keeping his tone light and full of humor.
"My happiness was short-lived, as you well know," Stefan claimed.
"I remember. I left the party early, I was waiting for her. The night you dropped her off, I was waiting just inside. You were such a gentleman, gave her a kiss on the cheek. And what she really wanted was...Oh, well. Here's to the past, huh?" Damon cheered as he was about to drink his glass filled with scotch.
He smelled the drink and discovered it's spiked with vervain. He dumps the drink on the floor, "I admire your effort, Stefan. Pouring yourself a drink then spiking the bottle with vervain. I'm not some drunk sorority chick. You can't roofie me. But I can't help but feel a little used. I thought we were having a moment. I have to go to the party angry. Who knows what I'll do?" Damon threatened, leaving the room and leaving Stefan to conjure more plans to put his brother down once and for all.
"Did I tell how stunning you look tonight." Stefan once again praised his girlfriend's appearance as they were climbing the stairs to the Lockwood mansion.
"Well, you may have mentioned it once or twice." Nuelle smiled at her boyfriend's continuous affection.
"But you do." He kissed her cheek.
"Hi, Mayor Lockwood." Nuelle greeted at the seemingly warm Mayor Lockwood.
"Hey, Nuelle." The mayor approached the young couple, "You look very pretty, and who might your date be?"
"Stefan. Stefan Salvatore." Stefan introduced himself to the mayor, shaking his hand.
"Salvatore, huh?"
"Yeah, umm, a distant relative."
"Well, I won't hold you guys any longer," Mayor Lockwood moved out the way, "Please have fun."
"He seemed,"
"Intense, yeah." Nuelle finished for her polite date, "Rich people tend to size you up when their sons have been jilted for someone else."
"So you and Tyler?" Stefan began to tease his girlfriend.
"No, no. Somebody else has swept me off my feet." Nuelle played coy.
"Really? I wonder who he is."
"He's just this guy. A bit broody, maybe even a bit boring at times. Not as exciting as his brother, who is pretty-"
"Hey, hey, hey. That's enough." Stefan cut her off, even though he was grinning. Nuelle also couldn't contain her laughter.
"The founding families in Mystic Falls welcomes you to the inaugural founder's council celebration." Wow, look, it's the original guest registry. Look at all these familiar names—Sheriff William Forbes, Mayor Benjamin Lockwood. Is that Damon Salvatore? And, Stefan Salvatore?" As the night went on, Elena found herself reading the first registry and seeing the familiar names startled her.
"The original Salvatore brothers. Our ancestors. Tragic story, actually." Luckily Damon was quick enough to cover, but his arrival into the room, even with Caroline, made everyone uneasy.
Matt, noticing the raven-haired male's gaze on his ex-girlfriend choose to introduce himself, "Hey I'm Matt."
Damon took a while to shake the quarterback's hand, but eventually, he did, "Damon, Stefan's brother."
"Damon." Stefan entered the room.
"Speaking of the devil, Where's your date Steffy?" Damon began to bait his brother.
"Speaking to her mom, she'll be back." Stefan kept his response short, "What were you guys talking about?" The vampire obviously knew.
"The past. It seems like we can never escape the past Stefan." Damon gleamed continuing his brother's misery.
"Oh, then we don't want to bore them with that."
"It's not boring, Stefan. I'd love to hear more about your family." Elena tried to get the secretive Salvatore to open up a bit more.
"Well, I'm bored. I want to dance. And Damon won't dance with me." Caroline complained.
"Mm-hmm." The older brother hummed.
"Well I would offer, but Matt still has to dance with Bonnie and me," Elena claimed, somewhat possessively.
"Hey guys, what'd I miss?" Nuelle entered the tense room, standing by her boyfriend.
"Could I just borrow your date?" Caroline asked her friend immediately.
"Yeah, sure. If it's okay with Stefan."
"I don't really dance." Stefan tried to excuse himself.
But his brother wouldn't let me off easily, "Oh, sure he does. You should see him. Waltz, the jitterbug, the moonwalk. He does it all."
"I mean we all "can't dance" one dance shouldn't hurt Stefan." Nuelle rubbed his arm to make him feel a bit more comfortable, "If it makes you feel better, I owe Tyler a dance."
"And I'm not going to take no for an answer." Caroline proceeded to take the reluctant Salvatore out to dance.
Nuelle's P.O.V.
So while most people were out on the dance floor, I decided to search for Tyler, because why not? I had to go through many corners and rooms, to the kitchen, to get the back entrance of the Lockwood mansion, after asking a caterer.
"You'll have to forgive my son's rudeness. He gets it from his father." Before I made my presence known, I realized that there was something off about Mrs. Lockwood's sweet words.
"Well, that's okay, Mrs. Lockwood. Tyler and I were just saying good night." With that, Vicki stormed off, embarrassed.
Mrs. Lockwood turned to Tyler, "That's what you get when you bring the trash into the party." I didn't realize how much of a bitch she was. The more I thought about she was even worse than my mother. I don't understand why people in this town treat Matt better than Vicki as if they are not siblings. Urgh, sexism. Anyways, I ran back into the kitchen to get away from the Lockwood mess.
"Oh my goodness, Nuelle. I completely forgot about you." But tonight, wasn't a lucky night for me, as Carol Lockwood found me.
"Oh no, that's fine Mrs. Lockwood. You've had so much to do tonight; this event is beautiful. I mean it's as close to the Met Ball as Mystic Falls can get." which was not by a long shot, but hopefully, she was eating it up.
"Oh Nuelle, you're perfect. I don't know why Tyler isn't actively trying to pursue you. You two would be great together." She pushed a piece of my hair back and it took every fiber of my being not to lean back, "Have you gotten a chance to dance with."
I feigned a blush, "I actually have been looking for him, haven't seen much of him, do you know where he is."
"Actually," She turned around and Tyler was walking in the opposite direction, "Tyler. Tyler!" The already moody boy looked like he wanted to disappear right there but obliged his mother's calls.
"Yes, mom?" He sighed, and I really wanted to laugh.
"Tyler, Nuelle has been looking for you all night." Not necessarily "Can she have a dance."
Tyler just stared at me with a tired expression on his face, while I acted coy, "Sure, mom." And he held out his hand for me, what a gentleman.
Once we were out of his mom's sight, Tyler tugged me to the side, "What kind of game are you playing?" He hissed.
"Tyler, you obviously don't understand the etiquette or rules of high society so let me explain it to you. Your parents want us to be together because your mom's a bitch and your dad is probably an ass. My mom is the DA and my dad is some type of business mogul. People of high-status usual end up with other people of high status."
"Woah, Woah, Woah. I'm flattered and all, but aren't you with Salvatore?"
"Ew, no. I don't want to be with you. I'm very happy with Stefan, thank you very much. But it's obvious that your parents make you miserable. You don't get who you want to be, so if you at least entertain their hopes and wishes, maybe you'd a bit happier, a bit less moody, and bit less of a dick to Vicki." I don't understand what was so hard to understand about this.
But he was still a little reluctant as he crossed his arms and smirked, "Why do you want to help me?"
"Oh Tyler, walk with me." It wasn't a question I was asking. I took his hand and began dragging him to the dancefloor outside, "Consider me as your guardian angel of some sorts. I'm here to make your life as easy as possible. Your parents shouldn't cause you so much stress. If you do this my way, your parents will be the least of your problems." I gave his puzzled face a little pat on the cheek and went on the middle of the dancefloor to finally dance with my guy. I just had to interrupt his dance with Elena, which wouldn't have been a problem if their discussion wasn't getting so heated.
"Elena, whatever Damon told you is not the truth. He just wants to turn you guys against me."
"Stefan, well then say something! We don't know anything about you."
"We or you, Elena? Because for someone who is not my girlfriend you are taking this way too seriously."
That was my cue to step in, "Hey guys, is everything okay?" Everything was obviously not okay, but you know me, ever the icebreaker.
"Yeah," Stefan lightly smiled and rubbed my hand.
While Elena's glare didn't drop, "Yeah, I was going to go find Bonnie anyways." She left.
"What was that about?" I wrapped my arms around Stefan as we began to sway.
"Nothing important."
His nonchalant tone caused me to scoff, "Whatever you say, Stefan."
His grip on my hips tightened a bit to assure me that nothing was wrong, "Nuelle, there's nothing to worry about."
"It must be a talent brushing everything off," I pulled myself out our embrace as my mood was starting to wane, "I'm going to see if Elena is alright."
"Nuelle." He called out to me retreating figure, but I couldn't explain it, I just didn't like his closed off attitude. I know where still getting to know each other, and he's sweet and gentle and soft, but at the same time he's holding something back.
Once I went inside Elena and Bonnie were seated in a sitting room, lamely eating ice cream.
"Stefan treat you well." Elena jokingly greeted, but there was still a hint of annoyance laced with her words.
"Yeah well, he's ever the charmer." Bonnie moved over a little so that I could sit next to them.
And she, noticing our sarcastic banter, felt bad, "This is my fault. I planted doubt. I'm a doubt planter."
"No, Bonnie. It's not your fault, Elena's fault, Damon's fault, or anyone else's fault that Stefan can tell the truth." I offered a warm smile and Elena put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Before we could get any more comfortable, Mrs. Lockwood came in, "Elena, honey, there you are. I notice the watch still isn't in the collection." She didn't even acknowledge Bonnie and me.
"Oh, um, I'm sorry, Mrs. Lockwood. I, um, I couldn't find it. I guess it's still packed up in my parents' stuff somewhere." Elena poorly excused.
"I see. Well, please let me know if you do find it." Carol left as an unhappy camper, and I was loving it.
After some time of lamenting with ice cream, I decided to just freshen up in the powder room. I was actually was surprised to meet Caroline there, "Hey, Care."
"Hey," She glanced at me, "So how are things with Stefan?"
"Well, you know."
"So, they're going horribly." She said with glee in her voice.
I turned to gape her incredulous behavior, but as her cover-up was slipping down a bruise caught my eye, "What is that?"
"Hmm?" She tried to move away, but I lifted up her scarf to see bite marks, "Don't!" She still continued to fight back.
I was horrified, "Oh god, Caroline, what happened?"
"Nothing, okay?!" She forcefully denied the marks as if they did not scar her body.
Someone was definitely abusing her, and I wouldn't put it past Damon to do, "That is not nothing! Did somebody hurt you?"
"No, okay, nothing. It just...My mom would kill me." Oh, Caroline, what did you get yourself into.
I pulled down her shawl and saw more bite marks on her back, I was getting angry, "Caroline, what the fuck? Did Damon hurt you?"
"No! Of course not! Just leave me alone. Okay, Nuelle?" She pushed past me and ran away in a frantic way.
All I could see was red. How could Damon do something like that her? How could anyone do that to anyone else? I wanted to kill him.
"Pardon me." I pushed past the couple in front of me without waiting for a response. Right before the stairs going to the dancefloor was the asshat himself in all his smug glory. I couldn't help myself, but once I got within arm's distance, I backhanded him. There were a few shocked gasps from the people around us, but I could give two fucks.
"What the hell is actually wrong with you?" I hissed in a low voice, "Because sleeping with an underage girl is already a legal offense. Physically abusing her too is now a felony. All I have to say is stay away from Caroline or I will go to her mother, the sheriff, and my mom, the district attorney. I speak in threats too, your shady dick." From the look of his Damon's face, he looked dumbfounded, but I could have cared less. I just wanted to know if Stefan had a hand in this because his brother was a sick bastard.
Luckily for me, I needn't search for long as my knight in shining armor was facing the lake, "You knew, didn't you?" I approached him softly.
Stefan turned to face me with a puzzled frown gracing his perfect brows, "What are you talking about?"
"There are bruises all over Caroline's body. Bite marks that cut deep. And she's so scared, of him. Damon has her all confused." All my guy did was nod, not in surprise but in understanding.
So, I laughed darkly, "And you don't even have the gall to act surprised. You obviously knew your brother had the potential to hurt Caroline. Stefan, I don't care if he's your brother, he needs to be put behind bars."
"Nuelle, please, I don't expect you to understand." I didn't expect him to be protecting his brother over this. He hated Damon, and now he was defending him.
I could feel my blood level rise, "Understand the fact that your brother is an abuser and potential rapist?
"Nuelle, you just need to trust me." He reached for me as I pulled away and profusely shook my head.
"No, Stefan. No. Your brother is hurting my friend—no—my best friend and you have the audacity to try and defend him and make me understand his sick and twisted mind. You're his brother so how do I even know that you won't hurt me? Hmm?"
Stefan's jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed, "Nuelle, I would never."
Even though the hurt and pained look in his forest-green eyes proved that he was telling the truth, how did I know he was going to be consistent, "I've been so stupid thinking that this was going to work. You obviously don't trust me enough to confide in me and now I don't trust you. So, let me make this easier for both of us. We're done, Stefan." I was walking off.
"Nuelle, please don't do this." He pled.
"Have a good night Stefan."
"Caroline," We were now on my bed, dressed in our pajamas after this horrendous evening, "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Like you would have done anything," She quietly retorted as she placed her head on the pillow, "Shacked up with Stefan."
"Caroline, I'm not your mom so don't speak to me that way. Seriously, why didn't you say anything?" I pushed.
"Nuelle, can we just please drop it? Please." Her voice cracked and my heart couldn't help but break a little.
"Okay," I ran my fingers through her hair, "I'm just going to say goodnight to my parents, okay?" I got off the and put on my slippers.
Once I opened the door and turned off the lights Caroline whispered, "Nuelle please don't say anything to your parents."
I fought with myself to actually listen to Caroline. Finally realizing that it was not my secret to tell, I listened, "Of course. Night Care."
As I headed down the hall and down the stairs, I looked for my parents. The sound of Kardashians coming from the family room gave it away and I sped up really craving their comfort right now.
"Mom, dad?" I called out to them as I entered the living room.
"Hey, sweetheart. How's Caroline?" Mom asked as she was laying down on the couch with a pink plush blanket.
"Where's dad?" I tried to avert the conversation as I rested my head on her lap.
"That bad, huh?" She ran her fingers through my hair.
"Mom, I broke up with Stefan tonight." I could tell that mom was stunned as she paused for a bit.
"Oh okay," I giggled, "Everything will be alright, mi corazón." I loved my mom's enthusiasm sometimes, but I just knew things were just going to get worse.
Third Person P.O.V.
"Thank you for staying so late." Richard Lockwood addressed the council. It had been a long time since the party had ended, probably even 1 a.m. at this point, and the leading members of the Founders Council decided to meet.
"Did you get the Gilbert watch?" Sheriff Forbes questioned the Lockwoods.
Carol looked defeated, "She claims it's packed away in her parents' things."
Logan was eager, maybe a little too eager, "I can get it."
"Good. We're going to need it." Forbes encouraged the arrogant reporter's determination.
"Are you sure?" The mayor was hesitant.
"Five bodies all drained of blood? I'm certain." Forbes was confident.
"They've come back," Logan claimed.
To which another member responded, "And you've just figured that out now? Who says they ever left?" Henri Silva emerged from the shadows. Even though the man was short, he still managed to invoke fear from his peers. Especially without his trademark charming smile.
"Henri, you're late," Richard grunted.
"You must excuse me, Richard. There was business to take care of, as per usual." Henri just smirked, taunting his peer, "Anyways, we shouldn't do anything to provoke them, because they're vampires. You're just regular everyday people, Logan, don't get cocky."
The reporter looked down in shame, while the sheriff was not so intimidated, "And how can you be so calm with our children's lives at risk?"
"Oh, dear Liz, think of everything as a business transaction. Yes, killing the vampires will get rid of them, but what if we could control them? Use them. Tit for tat if you will. Just make sure we have the vervain from the Salvatore's to keep them down. At least for now."
Ohhhhh, so what is Henrí planning? So much different from the first chapter. If you can't tell he is now played by Mark Consuelos aka Hiram Lodge from Riverdale. Nuelle is portrayed by Cami Mendes. Carmen is played by Roselyn Sanchez.
So, yeah. In my defense, at least I let them go to the party together. I am actually really happy they broke up because I was feeling like I rushed the whole relationship and even though they're my OTP they need to take time.
This was actually a different chapter as there wasn't too much Salvatore brothers and much more Tyler. I imagine Nuelle and Tyler becoming BROTP, because why not? And as you can obviously see, I don't like season 1 Damon. What he did to Caroline was just despicable and Stefan's excuses were lame. So I don't think Nuelle and Stefan will get back together until 1x20. Unless someone can change my mind.
Anyways, how did you guys feel about this chapter? Do you like Nuelle's pov? Do you want it to continue? Do you want more than one povs like Stefan's, Damon's? I can totally see myself doing Caroline's pov. Also, which characters would you like to see more of, Jeremy? Bonnie? Matt? Damon? Stefan?
How do you want Stefan and Henri to meet? When do you want them to meet? Tell me your predictions!
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