A/N: So warnings, there is swearing and lemons in this chapter. Read at your own risk.
Jeremy and Fayre both decided they needed out of the house, so they decided to shoot some pool at the Grill to ease their minds. After beating Jeremy at all three rounds, they both agreed to eat some food and chill for awhile. Jeremy's eyes followed Vicki's form as she moved to walk past their table. "Hey, Vick."
"Working." She didn't even look at Jeremy. Fayre's blood boiled every time she thought of how Vicki was breaking Jeremy's heart, especially with Tyler with all people. Fayre didn't understand what people saw in Vicki Donovan. She was a no good, washed up whore who had nothing going for her, and Fayre had to watch as two people she cared about chased her to the ends of the Earth. As Vicki walked away from the Jock's table, Jeremy out of nowhere suddenly got up and made his way over to where Vicki was woking. Fayre sighed, but there was no use in stopping him. Not wanting to be alone, she made her way for the door and walked out into the cool night.
The door to the grill opened behind her and Fayre had to squint to realize it was Tyler heading towards her. She crossed her arms over her chest to look meaner, but also to help ward off the coldness she felt.
Tyler stopped right in front of her with both his hands in his front packets and let out a deep breath. "Hey.. can we talk?"
Fayre glared at him. "As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing to talk about." Fayre tried to walk past him but his hands gripped her arm, keeping her in place. She tried to get out of his stone like grip, but to no avail. The wind whipped her hair around her and she used her hands to bush her bangs out of her face.
"There's much for us to talk about. But first, I just want to apologize. I know I hurt you, with what I did with Vicki. I have no excuses. But I do care about you, and I do want to be with you. Please, forgive me." Fayre let out a harsh breath. But she knew as Vicki was around, she could never be with Tyler. Every time she looked at the girl the hurt rose to the surface of her skin, and she couldn't get over it.
"If you want to be with me Tyler…" She started, Tyler's eyes filled with hope. ".. then you should've never left me for Vicki Donovan." Fayre whispered in his ears, taking him by surprise. In his moment of shock, she ripped her hand away from him and headed back into the Grill.
In the Grill, she found Caroline, Bonnie and Elena grilling Stefan Salvatore. He made her skin crawl, but she went over to the girls anyway. She pulled up a chair, and sat with them and listened to their conversation. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. I'm Stefan, Stefan Salvatore." His hand shot out to shake with hers, and it took her a minute for Fayre to realise he was talking to her. She hesitantly shook his hand, and replied, "I'm Fayre Gilbert. Elena's sister." He politely shook her hand and smiled at her.
"Parents?" Bonnie resumed their earlier conversation.
"My parents passed away." Was Stefan's short reply.
"I'm sorry." Elena said sincerely, no doubt reliving their own parents death. "Any siblings?"
"None that I talk to. I live with my uncle."
At this, Fayre glanced up at him. "Your uncle, at the Salvatore boarding house?" She couldn't believe she didn't think of this before, everyone knew who Zach Salvatore, living at the Salvatore Boarding house. But he was human? Zach must be the person who holds the herb Vervain, from Fayre's first premonition. He was related to Stefan, but she knew he was also someone she could trust. Stefan just nodded to her. "I'm sorry.. I have to go." She scooted her chair back which made a loud screeching noise. As she made her way out, Fayre could hear Caroline start talking to Stefan about the bonfire party tomorrow.
Fayre showed up at the party with a black laced low cut dress, accompanied by flats since she was in the woods. No, she didn't have to get so dressed up but apart of her wanted to show Tyler what he was missing. She was surrounded by a group of her friends who she enjoyed, to an extent, with a her hands wrapped around a beer. She was already slightly buzzed but that was the point. Maybe she would find a cute enough guy who could take her mind off Tyler for awhile.
Fayre laughed a joke her friend made before she saw Vicki Donovan, and her mind flashed to the premonition she had. Her face fell as she realized that it took place at a bonfire, with Vicki Donovan being the victim. But in her heart of hearts, Fayre tried to find it in herself to care about Vicki. She didn't, and her heart wanted her revenge, but she didn't know if she could just let her die. But Fayre had no protection, she didn't know how to use these powers she possessed, she flung a picture around the room once and hasn't done it since. Maybe, Fayre should just let it go. Why mess with fate, right? But her heart still twinged at letting an innocent die, no matter now not innocent Vicki actually was. It didn't warrant a death sentence.
Fayre excused herself and walked away to get another beer. Her buzz was getting stronger. She made her way into the woods, wanting to be alone for awhile, noting that she was safe until Tyler and Vicki made their way into the woods. She leaned against the tree, trying to calm her ragged breathing when she sensed someone behind her. She went to turn around and start screaming, only to come up short when she saw it was only Tyler. Fayre placed her hand over her heart and breathed slowly. "Tyler.. What are you doing here?"
Tyler's eyes were bloodshot and he staggered a bit, Fayre could tell he was drunk off his ass. Tyler said nothing, but the next thing she knew Tyler was suddenly in front of her. Before she could fall backwards, he shot his hands out to her shoulders to steady her. Fayre could feel her skin tingle from the slightest bit he was touching her. "I'm sorry I.. you just looked so beautiful tonight."
Tyler's words threatened to stop her heart, but she couldn't forget all the hurt he had caused her too. "Tyler you should go back to the party.. You're drunk." Fayre went to pull away but Tyler twisted her around so she was facing him. Fayre stared into his eyes and she could faintly notice Tyler's lips moving closer to hers but she was frozen. Suddenly, Tyler crashed his lips onto Fayre's, hard. Fayre's mind went blank as she kissed him back, forgetting about him and Vicki, which at the moment didn't matter to her.
Tyler moved them backwards until Fayre's back hit the tree. Tyler's lips turned rough against hers making her nether regions tingle. Fayre couldn't deny the passion she was feeling. "Jump." Tyler muttered against her lips and she complied, wrapping her legs against his waist.
Tyler's lips left her momentarily so they could both catch their breaths, but quickly attached his lips to her neck. He sucked at her neck until he found her sweet spot, causing her to let out an involuntary moan. Tyler stopped suddenly causing Fayre to protest. "Fuck Fayre, the things you do to me.."
But the heat in her groin was becoming too much to handle, so she took matters into her own hands. Fayre juttered her hips forward to meet his, rubbing her sensitive spot against him. She could feel his member grow until she felt it poking her, which only made her grind down harder. Fayre and Tyler both let out loud groans at the same time as the friction increased and Fayre moved her hips faster.
"Thank god you wore a dress." Tyler said, as his hands shot down under them. Fayre had a moment of doubt as she heard the party in the distance and remembered Vicki.. But she lost her train of thought as Tyler's hand came into contact with her folds and started rubbing. Moans left Fayre as he rubbed her clit through her underwear, increasing his pace. He moved her panties to the side and added a finger to her slick, pumping it in and out. Fayre knew she was getting close, and the pleasure only increased when he reached his thumb up to attach it to her clit once again voraciously.
A knot formed in Fayre's stomach and before she knew it it exploded. "Oh god, Tyler…" she moaned as Tyler continued moving his finger in and out of her roughly as she came.
"Tyler? You out there?" A voice sounded from behind them. Tyler removed his fingers from her quickly and dropped Fayre from his waist, she had to hold onto the tree for support so she wouldn't fall.
"What the hell Tyler.." Fayre muttered and he looked at her with apologetic eyes.
The person who spoke made their away from around the tree, exposing themselves as Vicki Donovan. "Tyler? Fayre? What are you two doing out here together?" Vicki questioned. Fayre adjusted her dress and looked to Tyler, expecting him to tell her to go away, or to do anything.
"We were just talking." Tyler rushed out. "Fayre was yelling at me for going after Jeremy.."
Fayre frowned, but didn't say anything. If Tyler was going to go right back to Vicki after that just happened then she didn't want the humiliation of Vicki knowing Tyler fingered her against a tree in the woods. "Well come on baby, I don't want you around her." Vicki made to move to grab Tyler's hands, but Fayre's mind snapped, and the next thing she knew there was a deep cut on Vicki's arm from where Fayre was glaring hard at. Vicki gasped. When Fayre came to her senses, she knew it was her that caused this.
Wanting to get out of their, Fayre started backing up. "Ya know what Vicki? You can have Tyler. But you'll never be more than a piece of ass to him. I should know." She spat out. I'll stand by the sidelines and watch you get treated like the whore you are." She sucked in a harsh breath. "The both of you stay away from my brother, if not I'll make both your lives a living hell." She directed her next words towards Tyler. "And you, stay away from me. I don't ever want to see you again."
Fayre noticed the hurt in Tyler's eyes but disregarded it. He caused his own pain, if he would've chosen her over Vicki none of them would be having this problem. "See ya around." She muttered sarcastically before heading back to the party.
Fayre hung around the party for a while longer despite how bad she wanted to leave because of the ache in her chest. She put on a happy face though and laughed with her friends and consumed a heavy amount of alcohol.
She noticed Elena and Stefan talking. Fayre wanted to rip Elena away from him by her hair, but instinct told her Stefan wasn't the vampire she had to fear, that he was trustable. It was the man who attacked Vicki in her vision. Vicki! In her vision talking to the dark haired man, she said boyfriend had left her in the woods, and that's where Tyler and Vicki had been for a long time now. She needed to find them, now.
Fayre hurried to Elena and Stefan frantically. "Elena! I need your help.." Fayre stopped once she was interrupted. "Oh my god, you gotta be kidding me!" Elena shouted.
"What is it?" Stefan asked worriedly. Fayre's eyes drifted towards Jeremy stumbling around and ignored Elena talking. "...Excuse me." She heard Elena say to Stefan and followed Jeremy into the woods. Fayre followed behind her, albeit stumbling which didn't go unnoticed by Elena, but she had more to worry about at the moment.
"Jeremy, where the hell are you going?" Elena asked.
"I don't want to hear it!" Jeremy yelled at her.
"Yeah? Well too bad." Fayre's heart beat quickened as Jeremy suddenly tripped, over Vicki's body.
"Vicki? No. Oh my god, it's Vicki!"
Fayre's hand went over her mouth as she saw all the blood, and Vicki's body lying limp on the forest floor. "Oh my god." Elena exclaimed, shocked. Fayre looked up and saw the dark haired man looking at her curiously, before he smirked and waved, dashing off into the night.
Later on after they had gotten help, Fayre went home to hopefully get a good night's rest, which was unlikely. As she got ready for bed, Fayre gasped as her vision started to fade and there was that familiar pull on her mind.
As the darkness faded into someone else's room, Fayre watched as she saw Stefan in what looked like a bedroom. She could only assume this was the Salvatore Boarding house. But what wasn't strange is that she saw Stefan drinking, no. No it was the dark haired man that appeared behind him, claiming to be his brother. The dark haired man, who kept attacking people, was Stefan's brother? Oh god, this just got worse and worse. Fayre watched as the man, named Damon got shoved out a window by Stefan, and they argued out on the pavement.
When Fayre's vision faded, she knew that things would never be the same in her small town life.
A/N: Second part! Publishing them both at the same time :)
