Pulling up to the school, I almost want to vomit at the intensity of school spirit that is all around me. Trekking through the crowds of my peers, I search for Caroline. She's lucky I love her so much, because I would rather count spoons than do this today. I am definitely not the poster child for school spirit.
Spotting her talking to Matt. Oh Matt. That boy has been through enough of this supernatural shit to last a lifetime, and he doesn't even know about any of it. He doesn't know the real reason Vicky is dead. I doubt that he'll ever find out the truth. He should know, but he – I know – he won't take it that well. Truthfully, I just don't seem to care enough to be the one to tell him.
"Holy shit." I whisper out loud to myself as I watch him grab Caroline and kiss her.
Even more shocked when she pulls away, she should be thrilled. This is what she's always wanted to happen. Yet she left him standing there, walking away from him with confusion and sadness on her face.
Running to catch up to her, "Care! Wait up for fucks sake!"
She stops walking and turns around to laugh at me, "You're in shape. You run like at least three times a week. Why are you panting?"
Glaring at her, "I'm wearing new shoes." I point down to my cute new-heeled booties. "I don't wanna ruin them before I can even enjoy them. But that's beside the point. What the hell was that back there?"
"I don't want to talk about it Liv." She sighs sitting down at the empty table we're standing by, "I mean I want to talk about it. With Matt, I just don't want to drag him into this. He deserves so much more than this."
"Sweetie, Care-bear, light of my life, Matt clearly cares about you more than that. Sure it's not time to let out the big secret, but that doesn't mean that you should put your happiness on hold. If things go to hell, then they go to hell, but enjoy the good times. He makes you happy. You're dating, not asking for his hand in marriage. Plus wasn't it you who told Elena – girl likes boy, boy likes girl, sex?"
Scoffing at me, "Of course it was. You went right alone with it, practically dragging her to the boarding house. This is different though, with everything we know now. This town isn't exactly a safe haven for supernatural beings, yet here we all are. Hoping for the best."
She wasn't wrong. This town was probably one of the worst places to live if you weren't fully human. The entirety of the founder's council is to destroy vampires. Yet, here they all seem to want to live.
"Just try not to overthink it. Please. Let yourself live, I need you to trust me when I tell you that you're going to be really happy one day. Maybe not with Matt, but Jesus, you deserve the best Care."
Pulling me into a hug, "What would I do without you? Thank you. I know I'm one of the few people who actually know this side of you. So thank you. You're right. I just need a bit more time."
Leaving her to do all of her school spirit type duties, she let me off the hook and told me to go hide out in the art wing. Who am I to argue with that? Grabbing the canvas I had been working on in class, I began to work on it. Ignoring all the noise coming from outside the windows.
911 now. Outside the school. – Damon
Confused, I look outside and realize it's already dark out. I've spent more than enough time in the art room working on my painting. Grabbing my bag I head out to find Damon. Honestly what could possibly be going wrong now? Rose is already dying and as far as I know he hasn't managed to piss anyone else off yet.
We found Rose, going back to the boarding house. Go home. – Damon
They lost her? How does one take their eyes off a sick, hallucinating vampire? I mean really. Is everyone this incompetent? Walking to the car, I throw my bag in and sit in the drivers seat and start the short drive home.
This is going to throw Damon so off course. He won't admit it, but he cares about her. He genuinely liked Rose; she was a friend. She understood him in ways only someone who has been through it can. He'll sulk for a while, and frankly I'm not in the mood to deal with it all.
It's bad enough that he sulks around and makes stupid choices because of Elena. I mean, talk about repeating history. I can't say I blame him I suppose I envy them all. I wish I had people care for me, to love me that way. It must be a nice feeling even if its confusing the hell out of Elena. She won't admit it either but she cares for both of them too. More than she realizes.
Hearing voices in the kitchen I follow them, coming to a complete halt when I look upon the people in it. Stefan and Uncle John. My father.
"What in the hell?" I blurt out before my mind can catch up to my mouth, and they both look up at me.
"Olivia," John smiles at me, "You're doing well I see. I know I'm the last person you want to see here, but if you let me explain, I'm only here to help."
Ignoring him I turn to Stefan, "Explain."
"I couldn't reach Isobel, she sent us John. He's here to help us Olivia. He knows a way to kill an original. He can help keep Elena safe."
Looking back and forth between them I realize, the thought of them killing Elijah is making me irrationally angry. I don't even know him and yet I feel as though I should be protecting him. Warning him about all this. It's how I feel about my family, when someone hurts one of us. And once again, it's all about Elena, Elena, Elena. Does no one seem to remember their empty promises of helping me?
"Keep me out of this. I don't want anything to do with it. I know this is gonna blow up in your faces and I want nothing more than to be there to say 'I told you so' when it does." Walking out of the kitchen, I pause, "Good luck telling Elena he's here. We all remember how thrilled she was the last time."
Closing my door with a little more force than necessary I practically throw myself on the floor. John. My father. I've been conflicted in my feelings with all that since I found out. How does a person handle finding out that their uncle is actually their biological father? For fucks sake, he was there my whole life and I never once even thought differently. Elena hates him, basically always has, I don't. I don't hate him; I just find it hard to trust him.
He's always told me to pursue whatever dreams I had. Whether it was art or school or travel. Always told me that I could achieve anything if I put my mind to it and followed my heart. He never tried to change me, even after all the times he's caught me drunk stumbling through the door when he came to visit. He always acted like an uncle – never quite fun, but never overstepping his boundaries.
Now he's here, trying to act like a fucking father and that kills me. My father died the night we went off Wickery Bridge. I don't hate him, but he won't ever be my father.
My door slamming open makes me shoot up from my spot on the floor, turning inhumanly quick to look at who it is, I sigh out in relief at Elena's face.
"Do you know who's in the kitchen right now!" She shouts at me as she paces into my room.
"Gee Elena, so nice of you to fucking knock." I say sarcastically, "And yes. I saw him when I got back tonight. I told them I wanted nothing to do with whatever half thought plan they thought of; which also means I don't want to talk about it. Not tonight. I just wanna go to bed."
"We'll talk tomorrow. I already told John I wasn't doing this tonight. Will you at least be in the room with me?"
"Fine. Now get out."
With the close of my door I settle into my bed. My anger dissipating and my mood becoming more content; I needed to talk to Elijah soon. It was time.
I'm honestly amazed at how much feedback this has already gotten. I'm happy you all seem to be enjoying it so far, hopefully it continues to be that way.
JokerMidnight- I don't know if it'll be every episode, mostly because this story won't be following the plot completely. Some episodes may be cut out, or they may simply happen at a later time. You will get to see a little bit of Elijah/Olivia conversation in the next few chapters, but this story is slightly a slow burn story. The much more interesting bits won't truly happen for a few chapters. If I had to choose an actress to portray Olivia, I would have to go with Holland Roden.