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Chapter 2
Elena Gilbert has just parked her maroon Prius on the parking lot, grabs her backpack from the backseat then out the door in a second. She scrolls down her messages to find her aunt Jenna's message about the address when someone throws an arm around her shoulder.
"Good morning, babe!" Rebekah Mikaelson pecks her best friend's cheeks. The Mikaelson bombshell is Elena's first and closest friend after she's moved to Mystic Falls. With her long, thick blonde hair and cheerful personality, she balances Elena's doom and gloom.
Elena turns her head around to face her friend, "Morning, Bex. You are in a really good mood today, aren't you?"
"Well, it is the first time in two weeks after the twins got back to school that they didn't throw a tantrums, so I had my ten minutes more sleep today," she says cheekily before she opens her backpack and hands Elena her sandwich, "I, however, was too late to eat breakfast so mom got me these, want some?"
"No, thanks, Jenna's making toast and squeezed oranges today," she declined politely.
She shrugs, "Well, more for me," she pops one mini cut tomato sandwich, then puts the sandwich into her backpack again.
They walk to the corridor as usual before putting their stuff into their lockers. Elena and Rebekah are lucky they get lockers side by side, so that when someone is being mean to Elena, Rebekah is always there. Like this moment, for example.
"Look at that, our favorite lesbian couple have arrived."
Caroline Forbes, the queen bee and the head of the cheerleader team, saunters gracefully from their left side with her high, blonde ponytail in a perfect place and her cheerleader uniform flawlessly ironed.
Since the first time Elena had stepped foot in this school, for no apparent reason, the blonde girl have always hated her. Elena doesn't know what makes her despise her so much.
"Back off, Forbes," Rebekah gnarls.
Not a second later, Caroline's minions, Meredith and Nadia, stand beside their leader with their bitch face ready, "So, I bet you play the guy part when you guys... getting dirty," Caroline raises her brows twice with a sneer on her beautiful face.
Rebekah, who had a short temper when it comes to Caroline, starts to move forward with her right hand shoots up ready to slap the cheerleader, "Bex, stop," Elena grabs her friend's hand, "let's just go," she says calmly.
"Yeah, Bex, listen to your lover," she smirks before she motions to her minions to follow her then leave.
Rebekah still pouting when they go to their first period, "I don't know why you can stand her. She used to be on my 'alright' box, you know."
"Well, maybe because she knows you close to me now," Elena smiles then links her arms through her friend's.
"Why does she hate you so much?"
"Don't know," they get to the class then sit on their own chair in front, "she's been onto me since the first time I came here."
"Maybe she's just jealous. You are clearly prettier than her. And even though you're quiet a loner, the guys still give you the wolf whistle everytime you walk by the football field."
Elena sighs, she doesn't care about guys because she doesn't what to get involved in any romantic relationship at the moment.
"Anyway," Elena starts to change the subject, "my aunt asked me to come to this address to get her documents from the house she just sold, do you know where it is?"
Elena gives Rebekah her phone to let her read the text Jenna has send, "Yeah, about twenty minutes from here by car, outskirt of town. Not too far away."
She puts the phone back into her back pocket, "Well, would you go with me? I really don't want to go alone."
"I'm sorry, but I can't, 'Lena. Mom wants me to babysit the twins today. She got a call from her client this morning," Rebekah grimaces, feeling guilty about not accompany her best friend.
Elena feels disappointed but she covers it quickly with a soft smile, "That's okay, I'll be in and out in five minutes anyway."
After school, Elena gets into her car immediately after saying goodbye to Rebekah then goes straight to the address Jenna has given her. After a few minutes, she is faced with a big Victorian two-story house with double oak doors and dark brown window shutters. She checks her phone to confirming the address before she puts it back to her back pocket and out of the car.
The house is an antique house that Elena used to imagine to lived in. When she was fifteen, with parents and with dreams, of course. She would imagine that when she finally got married, her husband would surprise her with a Victorian house with four bedrooms and four and a half baths, a basement for recreation room and three-car garage.
She sighs and shakes her head, trying to get the image out of her head. She reaches down to her front pocket to grab the keys her aunt has given her this morning. Jenna has told her that the document is on the second floor, second room from the stairs.
She opens the door carefully and when she gets inside and closes the door, she is in awe for the decoration. Jenna, of course, had put the furniture as a model for the house but she doesn't think it would be this beautiful. She also knows that Jenna was an interior designer so it adds a plus point for the house. She goes to the foyer and puts the keys on the table before she venture up to the second floor.
She does what Jenna had asked then opens the room. The room is medium size, which turns out to be a bedroom for a boy... or maybe for a teenager who is into soccer. On the corner was the single bed with bedside on each side and lamps on top of it. The dresser is on the front of the bed and next to the closet, there is a desk with a chair. The room is painted cream color with a hint of dark brown furniture.
Elena starts to search for the documents inside the bedside table and yes, she finds it in a minutes. What she finds is definitely what Jenna needs so she turns on her heels, when she feels something strange.
She feels someone is watching on her every single actions. She feels being watched.
And yet, she feels safe.
What a strange feeling.
She looks around the room but finds no one. She blinks twice before she decides that it my only be her imagination. She shrugs her shoulders then out the door in a second. She closes the door then walks downstairs.
Before she reaches the front door, something from an open space above her that directly see-through to the second floor, falls to the ground.
"Shit!" she curses, feeling startle.
She bends down to find an old leather covered journal fell from above. She looks up but she sees, once again, no one. She frowns before she picks it up and stand up. She turns the journal then opens it to find out who it is belongs to. But she finds none. Not one page is written with something. Her frown getting deeper when she looks in the last page there's an entry.
In the sun and the moon
There is the light and the dark
In the dark there is a light
Only you can find
When I appear I hope you are ready
For I have waited for so long
When you are ready I hope I am ready
For I will see the eyes of my destiny
Elena reads aloud the entry in front of her. She feels kind of weird after reading it. She's no longer feeling like she is being watched. She closes the journal before she tucks it in her arms as well as the documents. She goes for the keys on the table then opens the door. She is practically sprints outside then takes a deep breath. That is some strange experience she has felt in her life.
"So, you got the documents?"
Jenna, with her pink with yellow stripes apron and bright smile, kind of remind her to a smile which belongs to a five year old after finding out that Santa has left something under the tree, greets her as soon as she closes the front door of her house.
"I did," she hands her the documents, "I hope you don't forget my ice cream, though."
"Oh, thank God. I really need this. Thanks, 'Lena."
Her aunt runs out of the room to go to her bedroom to finish the report immediately. But before that, in the middle of the stairs between first floor and second floor, she stops then turns around to find her niece who is still struggling to take off her shoes.
"You seem different. Did something happen today?"
"What do you mean?" Elena asks in a straight face. She doesn't want her aunt to know her discovery today. Because if she does, she would force her to bring the journal back to the house.
"You seem... I don't know," she's struggling to find the right words, "like you're hiding something."
"Nothing, Jenna. Caroline happened today but no big deal. Bex was there, as usual," the lie comes out of her mouth easily.
"Do you need me to talk to Sheriff Forbes?" Caroline's mother is the sheriff in Mystic Falls. She was so kind to Elena the last time she met her two months ago. She is definitely the opposite of her daughter.
"No, thanks. Nothing I can't handle," she says, making her way to the kitchen, "I'll take my reward now."
She opens the freezer to find a batch of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough and grabs it wholeheartedly. She takes a spoon out then sits on one of the stools, and shoves a handful of ice cream into her mouth. She moans.
Ice cream beats everything, she decides.
She takes another one before she remembers the journal and takes it out from her backpack to inspect it.
After a half carton of Ben and Jerry's for dinner, and a bowl of cereal, Elena walks upstairs to her room. She gets in and closes it, then puts her backpack on the corner of the room.
Her room is simple yet cozy. It is painted soft pink with a window seat, which she often uses to read or just thinking. Her room connects to a Jack and Jill bathroom with the guest room that Jenna uses for her home office now. Her queen-sized bed has light green and white bedding with frills and on top of it, she puts two pillows and four throw pillows with quotes to remind her that 'every day is a new opportunity to be happy'. Her dresser is beside her white vanity with her small screen TV on it, and her closet is on the opposite of the bed. She doesn't really have much picture since she won't hang the pictures of her friends from the past that will only remind her of her parents. She only hangs many printed quotes on the small bulletin board on the wall and a picture of her and Jenna.
She plants herself on the bed without taking off her shoes and sighs.
After she double-checked that there is not a single entry beside the weird entry about the light and the dark, she finds nothing to give her more clue on whose it belongs to. She can't really tell her aunt that she has the journal in her person, she would force her to put it back to the house and she is far more curious about the journal to have it back in the house again. Besides, the journal came to her. She didn't exactly steal it.
She decides to take a shower and wash her hair before bed. She takes out her deep purple tank top and a flannel short then heads to the bathroom. She spends enough amounts of water to make her feel relaxed and calm after the day she has had. She takes a shower for about twenty minutes before switch her hair dryer on but leaves the hair half-dry.
She opens the door to her room when she hears someone clears their throat.
"Excuse me, are you—"
Elena looks up to find a man inside her room. She gasps loudly and before he can continue what he has to say, she screams her heart out with her eyes wide open.
How can she not? There is a man in her room.
A man.
Her opposite sex.
In her room, in the middle of a night.
He could be anything; a rapist, a thief, a homeless man wanting food from her. Anything.
When she feels she her throat getting dry, her scream stops. She blinks her brown eyes repeatedly before really taking in the sight in front of her.
The man can't be more than twenty-five. He looks like from someone who just comes out of young adult contemporary novel; with his bright blue eyes that reminds her of the ocean in a bright, sunny day, with his longs legs clad in dark washed jeans, and with his white shirt and a leather jacket, and boots.
He looks yummy, if she doesn't think that the man could be a rapist who happens to be stumbled into her house, in her room.
"'Lena!" Jenna's voice echoes from outside, "Are you okay?" she frantically trying to ripped the door open from its hinges.
Elena swallows then blinks some more and without taking her eyes from the man inside, she says, "Jenna, there's—"
"Don't tell her I'm here!" the man's velvety voice hisses as he takes a step toward her.
Instinctively, Elena backs away with fear in her eyes, "Please," she whispers, "don't"
"I won't hurt you. Please, just don't tell her," he pleads, and then takes a step backwards.
Jenna's knuckles must be hurt from the knocking she has done but she keeps going, "Elena! Open the door, now!"
Maybe her brain doesn't work at that time, or maybe she's being hypnotized by the man's eyes, that resulted in her doing exactly what he wants.
She tears her gaze from the good-looking man to the door, opens it a little then pops her head out to worried Jenna with her hand ready to knock again, "Are you okay? What happened?"
"There was a cockroach. A big one," she lies smoothly, "don't worry, I killed it. With my bag. Stomped it over."
"A roach?" Jenna asked, confused.
"Yep, didn't I tell you I hate them?"
"Well, you did. But you just screamed bloody murder."
"Yes, because of the roach. It flew from the dresser to the floor. Of course I screamed, they're disgusting," she makes a disgusted face with her nose scrunched.
"So, it's dead now?"
"Yes, killed it," she offers Jenna a small smile.
Jenna nods, doesn't believe her but she doesn't push her either, "Okay, then. Call me if some of its friends come."
Elena nods then her aunt walks back to her room across the hall.
She let out her breath that she doesn't realized she has held, closes the door quietly and locks it.
She turns around, hoping that the man she just saw is a part of her wild imagination, but she is wrong.
The man is still standing casually over there by her window seat with a light night breeze from the open window, that she's pretty sure has it closed, blows through his seemingly soft raven hair.
"Who are you?"