"Darling," I hear a voice whisper to me, "Come find me, Olivia Darling."
That voice, it made my knees go weak. It was deep, not too deep, the accent – so like Elijah's but more prominent, more intense. The passion, the possession in just a few words gripped at my heart – my soul. My name coming from that voice, calling me Darling, I've never been one for pet names but this voice, this man, he could call me whatever he wishes.
Walking through the dense forest, I follow the direction the voice came from.
"So close Darling," he whispers again. His voice is like the wind; caressing my body as it whips around my frame, almost as if it could hold me, keep me here forever. "You're even more magnificent than I imagined."
Entering a clearing, lit up faintly by the full moon lingering in the sky. I look around, finding a shadow – him.
"Who are you?" I whisper out into the darkness. I don't move, not because I'm afraid, I'm content, waiting.
Within a blink of my eyes he's in front of me, still engulfed in shadows, the moonlight not helping to show me his features despite it lighting up all around me. He lifts his hands up to caress my face, holding the sides of my face in his hands as he gently tilts my head up towards him, "You know who I am Darling. My Olivia. My love. My soul. My destruction. My humanity."
"Kol," I whisper out, a small smile on my lips as I try to reach out to touch him.
He steps back, "Not yet Darling. Soon. I promise, you will see me soon enough. We'll be together forever."
With that he disappears into nothing. Looking around frantically I search for him again, my head moving back and forth, my eyes darting all over the clearing. The once well lit clearing now getting darker and darker. I can feel the fear and anxiety making its way through my body, "Kol!"
I shot up abruptly, my blankets thrown haphazardly on the floor. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, "Just a dream…it was just a dream." I mutter to myself.
An incredibly real feeling dream, I can still feel his hands on my face, not too rough, still smooth and caressing.
"Olivia!" Jenna knocks on my door, "Did you want to come with me today?"
Getting out of bed I open my door, "To do what exactly?"
"I'm showing Elijah around the old properties today, I figured you, being the history buff in the family, might want to come along."
Smiling at her, "Let me take a quick shower and get ready. Thirty minutes tops!"
Looking in the mirror one last time at my appearance to make sure I look all right for the day. I have my hair in a fishtail braid that hangs down over my left shoulder, my makeup minimal today – a touch of concealer under my eyes, a little touch up for my eyebrows to fill them in a bit, a dash of mascara on my eyelashes, and a light nude lipstick on my lips. My favorite pair of black skinny jeans, paired with a loose fitting white V-neck t-shirt, my worn in leather jacket and my trusty combat boots. Finishing off the look with a delicate rose gold chained choker paired with a longer chain necklace with a dainty crescent moon hanging from it, a pair of diamond earrings, and a few rings on my fingers.
I looked hot, simplicity at its finest but I certainly know how to make it work and no one could deny that. Grabbing my cell phone and my wallet I run down the stairs to meet Jenna by the front door.
She shoves a travel mug filled with coffee at me, "Your beloved coffee. You're addicted to that, I swear."
Rolling my eyes at her I choose not to comment. The reality is, she's right. I drink way to many cups of coffee a day. It's the elixir of my life, I might actually have coffee running through my veins at this point instead of blood.
We spent the morning aimlessly walking through the property lines with Elijah, who was so clearly looking for something specific.
"Ah the Fells, one of the founding families." Elijah says with a smirk.
"Why do you say it like that?" Jenna asks him curiously.
"My research showed me that this area was actually settled almost two full centuries earlier, a migration from the northeast, Massachusetts to be precise."
"Massachusetts, like the Salem with trials?" I asked him, curious to know the answer myself.
"Which means, the ever lauded founding families, didn't actually found anything." He says with a wave of his hand.
Jenna scoffs, "Well I bet it was the men who made a big deal about being founders in 1860. Men are very territorial."
"Yes, they are." Elijah's says looking off a little bit, following his gaze I see Alaric approaching us.
"Elijah, this is my friend, Alaric Saltzman." Jenna introduces.
When did Alaric become friend?
"Yeah, I got your message about walking Elijah here through the old property lines. I thought I would, uh tag along, you know being a history buff and all." Ric says with a shrug, looking between Elijah and Jenna. "Where to next?"
"I'm pretty curious about the freed slave property owners. Some say, you know, the descendants of the slaves are the true keepers of American history." Elijah says with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
It's an off sight to see on him, he looks so amused by the jealousy and mistrust pouring off Alaric. I'll admit, it is amusing seeing him get so jealous over Jenna just doing her job, I mean I understand she doesn't know who exactly Elijah is, but Jenna's trusting instincts are pretty amazing for a human. She never did trust Damon, that's saying enough right there.
"Well I only brought the surveys. I got that list in my car, just give me a sec." She tells him touching his arm as she turns to walk back to the car.
"Alaric Saltzman." Elijah starts, "You're one of those people on Elena's list of loved ones to protect."
"So is Jenna." Ric says, defiance in his eyes, noticing me for what seems like the first time, "and so is Olivia."
"Oh please, what is he gonna do Ric? Kill us in broad daylight? You forget, I can't actually die and Elijah is a man you can actually trust." I roll my eyes, my hand moving to my hip in annoyance.
Chuckling at me a bit, "You don't have to be jealous. I don't really pursue younger women."
Laughing to myself a bit at the obvious joke that he made I look back at Alaric who clearly doesn't find it as funny as we do.
"It's a joke, Ric, lighten up." He pats his shoulder, links my arm through his and we walk towards Jenna.
The afternoon should have been better; it never really gained back the sense of easygoing nature, even after Alaric left. The tension that Jenna was clearly feeling was emanating from her. We decided to get some lunch from The Grill, which was the mistake of our choosing.
I tuned out most of what Damon, Andie and Alaric were even talking about. It had nothing to do with me, and I know I can't trust a word they're saying. Andie's been compelled to not divulge any secrets, and Damon – well Damon is basically a narcissist with sociopathic tendencies most of the time. I've learned that for the sake of my well-being, both mental and physical, its much better to just ignore almost everything he says.
"Olivia, you're most welcome to join us too, dinner parties are much more fun when more people are involved." Damon says with a fake smile plastered on his face.
"Sorry. I'll decline. I've already got plans for tonight." I look at Damon with clear annoyance on my face.
Dinner party? Am I really supposed to buy that? He's clearly using it as a cover, to do what I have no fucking idea, but a cover nonetheless. He has no desire to have people in the Boarding house, nor does he want to have dinner with Elijah. He hates Elijah; he doesn't trust him.
It doesn't help that Uncle John is back in town; I don't trust that, it's way to convenient. Either way, I'm not going to be a part of it.
"What she really means, is that she's going to a party to get drunk tonight," Jenna laughs at me.
"But of course I am. I'm young. You only live once, right Elijah?" I smirk at him.
"Right, one life to live. You've got to live it to the fullest, experience everything it has to offer." He says with mirth in his voice.
"Oh the dinner party will be boat loads of fun, don't you worry about that." Damon says with a glare in my direction.
"Right, well I'm going now. Elijah, will you get coffee with me? I didn't get a chance to pick your brain about some of those topics we had discussed earlier." I ask him with a smile.
"Of course, "He says offering me his arm, "Lead the way."
Leaving The Grill, I drag him over to the Coffee House, a cute little coffee slash bakery place in town, and sit outside in the more secluded seats.
"You can't trust them. Not ever really, but tonight especially. I don't know what they're planning, but I do know that Damon's been talking to my Uncle John and that is never a good thing. I mean the deception and fake kindness rolling off them back there was enough to make me want to throw up."
"Oh trust me, I know. They haven't trusted me from the beginning; I certainly don't expect them to now. I will be completely fine, don't worry so much about me." Elijah tells me, "If anything does happen though, I don't want you to interfere. They'll only suspect you know more than you're supposed to – which is true, but they have no need to know that."
"I won't interfere. I know you can't actually die, I just worry, there is a dagger floating around that can put you in a nice deep sleep if you're not careful. You're more like family to me than my actual family lately." I say softly, taking a sip of my coffee.
Smiling at me, an actual, reaches his eyes type smile, "You are family. I suppose it's only natural to worry, as I worry about you as well. I will always do my best to be here and protect you. Now, you should go and get ready for your party tonight. I need to speak with Jonas about a few last minute details before I head over the Salvatore's."
"Alright, you'll call me tomorrow? We can so lunch and talk about the dinner party. Maybe you can tell me a bit more about Kol and the curse and what not?" I ask him as we stand up.
"Of course Olivia, first thing tomorrow I'll call or text you. Please be careful tonight."
Smiling at him, I give him a hug and kiss his cheek, and make my way home to get ready.
Waking up with a minimal headache was not what I was expecting. Honestly I can't remember how much I drank last night, which usually results in a massive hangover that makes me lay in bed and eat greasy food all day. Though I did actually drink water last night, so clearly that actually does help tremendously.
Rolling over I grab my phone off the bedside table expecting a text or a voicemail from Elijah about our lunch plans for today. Nothing. No text, no missed calls. Sitting up quickly, I call his phone, which goes straight to voicemail. His phone is never off, he said he never lets it die in case I need to reach him.
Throwing off my comforter, I run to the bathroom to take the quickest shower of my life, opting to brush my teeth while I'm in there to shorten my getting ready time. Ten minutes later I'm throwing my hair into a messy braid over my right shoulder, dressed in black skinny jeans, a dark red peasant top, and heeled ankle booties. Grabbing my ID and some cash I throw it into my phone case, grab my car keys and rush out of the house.
I don't even second-guess where I'm going. The Salvatore's have some explaining to do. I know they're the reason why Elijah hasn't contacted me today. I told him, I told him they couldn't be trusted, but no, no one listens to me. Instead, he sits there and tells me not to worry, that everything will be fine. Clearly it is not fine.
I don't understand why they can't just learn to trust Elijah. He's been up front about his intentions this whole time. Not to mention he's saved they're lives twice now, Damon would be dead without him. Of course, Damon Salvatore knows best, he acts like he's better, like he's ever actually been honest a day in his vampire life. Stefan isn't any better, he just pretends he is – martyrs his days away to try and make up for the fact that he's a ripper.
That's why I respect, trust, Elijah so much. He's never pretended to be anything other than what he is. He's a thousand year old original vampire and he acts every bit the part. He's trustworthy and keeps his word as long as the other party keeps there's. He's downright deadly when it comes to his family, the epitome of the protective older brother. He has no qualms about ending the life of someone who has crossed him or his family, and there's nothing wrong with that. That kind of loyalty is hard to come by and I admire him for it. I'm the same way, or I was the same way. I would've done everything in my power to protect my family, but I'm having a hard time defining who exactly is family to me anymore.
Walking into the boarding house I can hear voices in the living room, following the hallway down to it, I stop in the doorway. They're all here. Stefan, Damon, Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, Alaric, and even Jeremy. They stop talking when they notice my presence.
"What the hell did you do?" I ask in the calmest tone I've ever used.
"Took care of the Elijah problem." Damon smirks over to me as he takes a sip of his Bourbon.
"Just what exactly does that mean? You do know that he was literally the only hope for saving Elena's life right?" I ask them incredulously.
"Liv," Elena sighs, "He was going to go through with it. He was going to let me die in the sacrifice anyway."
"You know this how exactly?"
"I did a spell, on Luka. He told me everything that I asked him about how Elijah was going to kill Klaus. He said that Elena had to die for it to happen." Bonnie says from her seat next to Jeremy on the couch.
Scoffing at them with a dark smirk on my lips, "He had a way to keep her alive. He told me all about it. Elena wasn't going to stay dead. Originally he had it made for Katherine but she clearly took matters into her own hands before he could tell her about it. He planned on giving it to you the day of the sacrifice. That's shot to hell now. You just signed your own death certificate."
They really amaze me. They all really thought that he didn't have a way to keep her alive. Of course he did, he just didn't trust them enough to let onto it right away. They didn't need to know about it at all honestly.
Remembering his words of me not interfering in any of this bullshit, I push the knowledge that he's most likely in the basement with a dagger in his heart out of my mind. For now anyway.
"You don't know if he was telling the truth Olivia. He could have been using you." Stefan said to me.
"Except that I do Stefan!" I yell angrily at them. "He told me more than any of you ever do. He told me about why I am the way I am. I understand so much more about my life and where it's headed now about the decisions I'll eventually have to make. And it's all thanks to Elijah. He couldn't tell me everything, now I have to wait for god knows how long! Thank you so much for not giving two fucks about me. He's the only one so far who can answer all of my questions, and now he's gone.
Gone because you're all so involved in this little bubble you've created for yourself. He saved your life! Caroline, you would be dead if it wasn't for Jonas coming to save you, same with you Stefan. Damon, honestly, twice! He saved your life twice! You would be dead, as in not ever coming back if it weren't for him! How you have the nerve to sit there and smirk at me like you know everything is absurd." I yell at them, my eyes hardening with every sentence.
"I didn't realize you were so close with him, how are we supposed to trust you?" Damon asked with a glare.
Scoffing at him, "You can't trust me? That's fucking incredible. I haven't been able to trust any of you for weeks! My own flesh and blood and I cant trust you, it's like we're goddamn strangers living in the same house. How many times have you all left me out of your plans? Only to include me when you need my help or I got hurt in some way. That is the only time I've been included lately."
"Elena's human Liv, she needs more protection. Especially with Klaus out and about wherever he is." Caroline says softly trying to diffuse some of the tension.
"So just because I can't die, that means no one should be looking out for my well-being? You don't even know why I'm like this. You all just assume that nothing can really kill me, that's utterly fucked up." I laugh bitterly at them.
"Then tell us. If you know why, then share with the class." Damon demanded.
Chuckling to myself, "You mean like the way you tell me everything? Were you even going to mention Elijah to me? Did you really think I wouldn't have figured it out?"
They sat in silence, just watching me. No one said anything. Which spoke volumes to me.
"That's what I thought. So no, Damon, I won't tell you shit. None of you deserve to know the truth about what he told me. Just know that you made one of the biggest mistakes you could've made. Cause now I've got secrets, and let me tell you, they're better than yours."
Turning to walk out I pause in the doorway, turning around slightly, "You better tell Jenna. If you don't I will and trust me, you don't want me to do that. You have until tonight."
I was done with all of them and their petty bullshit. They constantly assume that they know everything, that they can't possibly be wrong about something. They are though, especially about this.
They live in this little world they created for themselves. They haven't really traveled they haven't really learned anything. They stay in their bubble and pretend. Stefan pretends to be human – he really lives in a bubble. A giant bubble of denial, he hates what he is, hates how he has no control over himself, so he pretends that he's normal. He's not.
Damon pretends he loves it – he doesn't. Becoming a vampire ruined him, it took every good quality he once had and morphed into who he is today. He pretends that he doesn't care, that he's over it, that he's happy. He pretends to be the epitome of a vampire, that he could care less how many people he's killed. It eats away at him deep down, he's been so angry with Stefan since the day Stefan forced him into this life. So he pretends that he's better at it. He's not.
They're going to get everyone killed one day. Caroline is to trusting of them, I mean she could be great, but she doesn't want to be a monster. She's a vampire, its part of the deal to relish in the darkness of it occasionally. If she would give in even a little bit to that side of her, she could have so much fun. She could travel the world, go to any college, date anyone, hell think of the shopping the girl could do. She won't though, she wants to be normal, to be so desperately the seventeen year old that she's frozen as. I can only hope that one day she'll realize her full potential, that I can bring her with me to see the amazing sights of other countries.
Elena is so blind by her love for them that she lets them talk her into whatever half thought plan they came up with. She constantly changes her mind about what she wants, as soon as they say differently, it changes. She's hardly her own person anymore, they won't let her be, they won't let her make any of her own decisions because she can't be trusted with her own life apparently.
Bonnie is self righteous in her witchy powers, constantly judging everyone who isn't normal, who isn't like her, whose morals aren't squeaky-clean. She's going to end up dying for all the wrong reasons. Jeremy, my little brother, the one who use to look up to me for everything, he's so influenced by them, by Elena, by Bonnie. He cares so much that it's going to kill him.
I at least want to get out of this town. I always have, I just have more of a reason to do it after high school now. I want to travel; I want to see the world and everything it has to offer me. I want to learn so much, about history, about art, literature. I want to learn about the supernatural world from reliable sources, from people who actually know what the hell they're talking about.
I have no desire to stay in a bubble, oblivious to the bigger picture. I want to relish in the darkness, I want to cause chaos, destruction. Then I want to rebuild it, make it better. I want it all. I want to be free.
I'm honestly shocked at how much feedback this has gotten so far! I really wasn't sure how well people would like it, but I'm super happy that you all do. Thank you so much for reading it so far and I hope you continue to like where I have this story going. I just want to say again, the characters are a bit OOC and you'll start to really notice that in the upcoming chapters that I've written out. Also the timeline may not follow the show, so there will be a few things that are going to be completely different - just a little warning.
MageVicky—I'm not offended at all! The feedback is great! I don't mind at all that you comment on what you would like to see happen. A have a few more chapters already written out, but I will definitely think of you when Olivia and Kol finally meet each other. Hopefully I can make it as intense as you'd like to see!
JokerMidnight—I will be doing some flashback chapters eventually, also I will have some chapters or little sections in the chapters for Elijah/Originals POV too. Olivia doesn't have any kind of witch powers. It's more she's on the vampire side of things. You'll learn in the upcoming chapters that she has some friends outside of the 'Scooby gang' that she's close with – I can't say much on that cause I'm not entirely sure where I want all that drama to go just yet. I'm not sure how much or how little I'll be skipping of certain episodes yet, some of them may be cut completely from the story, or they may just happen differently than in the show. And for the last question, you'll just have to wait and see what happens when we come to that particular chapter. :)