A/N: I know it isn't fair for you guys, but I'm going to have a three weeks hiatus. Just like how TVD has a short break and stuff. I need a head start for Season 3. New characters, how Vanessa connects with them, so yeah, there're a lot of things to do and chapters to plan. I hope you guys understand! If there's anything that you really wish to see, PM me or write in the review box! Lots of love from me. And I don't own any characters in TVD except for Vanessa, Cassandra and the Original doppelganger, Ada. And thank you so much for the reviews and love.
P/S: I don't think I've ever used the f word in my fanfics before, but that word is the only suitable word I guess. So sorry if it bothers you. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 17: Turn It Off
I was dressed in all black. I hadn't been to a funeral for a long time. I remembered the last time was when I was six and grandma had died. I didn't go to my parents' funeral, considering I was supposed to be buried along with them. This was the first time for me to grieve. I had ignored my parents' deaths. Thinking it would be much easier to just forget than to cry. But how could I ignore everyone's death now? Mum, Dad, Isobel, John, Jenna…
I took a sip of the bourbon, hoping it would numb me. It didn't.
I heard Stefan walking up to me and didn't bother to look at him. The last time he walked up to me was this very morning, bringing me the bad news.
"Where's Elijah?" I asked Stefan, trying not to show my worry over the Original. Bonnie who was walking side by side with him looked at me and shook her head in disappointment. I felt my heart sank.
"He…he didn't do it, did he?" I asked Stefan who was looking at me apologetically. If it was Damon, he would angrily yell at me for trusting Elijah. He would tell me how stupid I was to believe that Elijah could carry out the dark deed of killing Klaus once and for all. But this was Stefan.
I looked away from his caring gaze, and shut my eyes forcefully as I felt my eyes stung.
"Klaus promised him that he would bring Elijah to his family," Stefan said and I ran my hands over my face, taking in a deep breath.
"And he believed him?" I asked Stefan quietly, my voice was muffled by my hands. I was angry that Elijah had betrayed us. But I was more horrified for him, knowing Klaus wouldn't keep his word. How can Elijah trust him after what he had done to him? To Cassandra? Then I remembered Cassandra had been alive. Maybe that was the reason why Elijah didn't kill Klaus. He had hoped he could get his family and also his lover.
"Elijah saved him," Stefan said grimly and placed a hand on my shoulder gingerly. That small gesture broke my heart even more, and I felt like I had betrayed them by trusting Elijah. "I'm sorry."
"Hey," Stefan said and I spared him a glance. I admired Stefan a lot more than I would admit. He was a hero. He will always try to help everyone, without giving another thought of what would happen to him.
"Why are you here? Elena needs you upstairs," I said, trying to not sound so cold.
"Bonnie told me that that night, you were linked to Klaus?" Stefan asked and I clenched my jaw. I couldn't forget the pain, up until now. Although I rather felt that physical pain over and over again than this…broken and empty feeling that lurked inside me
"I think we're all grateful that Elijah didn't kill Klaus," Stefan told me and I turned to look at him. "The last thing Elena need is to lose another person that she loves."
"Jenna's still dead," I said bitterly, blaming myself even more. I was the one who foolishly left her alone. I, of all people, should've known that it was Katherine.
"Vanessa," Stefan called my name sternly, just like Elijah used to. My heart clenched as Elijah's deep and rich voice rang in my mind, calling my name, promising he would kill Klaus and telling me he cared for me.
"I'm glad you're okay," he told me after a long silence. I looked up at him, seeing the undoubted sincerity in his green eyes and felt my heart breaking. I envied Elena so, so much for having Stefan in her life. Why couldn't Elijah stand before me instead, saying all these comforting words? I thought after last night, after we had almost kiss, after I had forgiven him and readied to take a step further, I thought we could finally be happy. Klaus should be dead and there would be no more threats and danger in our lives.
I met Stefan's eyes again and hung my head low, exhausted. Closing my eyes, the tears finally fell. Stefan stood there silently and I could see his hand twitched. He hesitated, before taking a step towards me and brought my head to his chest. Feeling his foreign yet comforting hand stroked my back, I let out a silent cry.
Why did it hurt so much?
At this kind of time, I truly hated being a vampire.
The pain was too much. The grief was too much.
Turn it off, a voice said to me.
The walk through the graveyard was quiet. I tried to block everything from my mind, only focusing on my black heels as I trailed behind Jeremy and Elena quietly. My eyes would sting every time I thought of Jenna and I tried to keep my mind blank. Empty.
But it wasn't easy at all.
I was really close with Jenna. Jenna was the coolest aunt, someone that I can trust and lean on whenever I had hard times. I remembered when I was a child, I felt neglected. Elena was the golden child, while I was just her twin. It seemed like everyone favored Elena over me. Jenna told me that that wasn't the case. And then she would braid my hair, telling me a secret.
"I think you're prettier than Elena," she would say with a wink and I will laugh at her attempt to make me feel better. Jenna was always there for me.
When I returned as a vampire, nothing had changed. Even when she found out that I was a vampire, a bloodsucking monster, our interaction remained normal. She was still my coolest aunt and I was still her coolest niece. She asked me about being a vampire, and she asked me how I really felt about that. I remembered I was stunned at her question. Then I would shrug, not wanting to think about it. But Jenna insisted, she asked me again how I truly felt about being a vampire. Then I admitted to her. She was the first person to know how much I missed being a human. And then she offered me a loving hug.
A tear rolled down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away, frustrated at myself for being so weak. I needed to be strong. But it was just so hard. I needed to get away. I couldn't do this. I couldn't do this. I had to leave.
I didn't even notice I had stopped walking. Jeremy gently took my arm and walked beside me. I had never felt so weak before. All I wanted to do was to cry and cry until nothing was left inside me. I wanted to cry my heart out so I wouldn't have to cry anymore. Jeremy hugged me, holding me and supporting me both emotionally and physically.
I had to be strong, for Jeremy and Elena. I shouldn't be so weak.
This wasn't Vanessa Gilbert. This wasn't Vanessa Petrova.
"I never turn it off. No matter how life fucked me up over and over again. I'm stronger than that. Things are not going to be all sunshine and rainbow, Vanessa. Don't turn it off," Katherine said, her eyes were fixed on me and I nodded.
"I'm not turning it off. It's just…it's so hard," I admitted and felt myself breathed a heavy sigh.
"Don't be like Isobel. She turned it off and she had to live with that regret forever," Katherine said softly, about Isobel turning her emotions off after becoming a vampire. She said she truly regretted leaving me and Elena behind, and she hated herself for being so selfish. But because she had turned it off, she didn't feel anything for us. And that was her deepest regret. Not caring about her children at all.
I took a deep breath, calming myself. Katherine had helped me going through my darkest moment in my life. After a few weeks of becoming a vampire, the realization had finally hit me. All the fun and blood were gone and I was left with a single thought. My parents were dead. I would never see them again, forever. And forever for a vampire…is a long time.
Katherine helped me. A lot. But now, Jenna was dead because of her. I tried to calm myself and take another deep breath.
I watched as Elena placed two roses on John's and Jenna's graves before walking over to our parents' graves. She placed another two roses before she finally cried. Alaric walked over to Jenna's grave and placed a rose. I felt my heart breaking watching him and closed my eyes. I turned around, shrugging my arm from Jeremy's grasp and walked away.
I couldn't do this.
I was gone for the rest of the day, spending my whole day at the Wickery Bridge, thinking. I went upstairs silently, Jeremy and Elena were asleep, I supposed. I glanced at Jenna's room and stopped myself from thinking of anything. I walked into her room silently and glanced around. I'd never been into her room except when I was a child. Her perfume was still in the air, as if she was still here. As if she was going to walk in any minute and scold me for being in her room.
"Hey," I jumped slightly at Elena's voice and turned around to look at her. I must be very distracted to not notice her coming in at all.
"Hey," I said softly and gave her a small smile.
"It's going to be okay, you know. We still have each other," Elena said and I tried to be as optimistic as her. But I wasn't going to be in denial. I was someone who faced the reality, no matter how bitter and ugly it was.
"Yeah, I know," I said, not really meaning it. "It's hard. Everything is heightened. Everything is too…too much," I managed without choking out.
"I'm sorry," Elena said and I turned to look at her.
"It's not your fault," I told her, walking out of the room. There was only a single thought in my mind as I made my way to my room.
It was mine. My fault.
I had managed to run away from Caroline's plan. She had wanted us to pretend that our life was not fucked up and go to the screening of Gone with the Wind. Like hell I would. I walked around aimlessly, wanting to do anything that will distract me except watching a sob movie.
There was a part of me that was telling me to turn it off. I shook my head as if to clear my thoughts and took a deep breath. I took in the surrounding, there were trees alongside the road, and a couple of cars drove passed me. It was like nothing had changed. Everything was still the same. But it wasn't.
Turn it off.
Would it be much easier? Yes.
But how can I be so selfish? I couldn't just leave Jeremy and Elena. I couldn't just…stop caring.
Or could I?
I walked to the graveyard, taking my time. I reached my grave first which was empty inside. Just like my feelings right now. I sighed, glancing at Jenna's grave. It hurt too much. I slowly sat down, leaning my back against my parent's tombstone.
I wondered how much different it would be if they were still around. How my life would be much different with them around. Would it be better or would it be worse? I sighed, knowing it was impossible to know.
I groaned as my phone buzzed, waking me up from my sleep. Falling asleep in the cemetery was totally my style. Seeing it was Elena, I figured something must have happened.
"Vanessa! I had been calling you-" Elena said exasperatedly and I hushed her.
"What is it?" I asked, noticing the panic in her voice.
"D-Damon…" she finally managed to say and I rolled my eyes. What now?
"What did he do this time?" I asked in annoyance. I didn't expect her answer at all.
"He was bitten. Tyler bit him…" Elena choked out and I quickly got to my feet. No, no, no, no!
"What? What are we going to do?" I asked, baffled as I knew there was no cure. Damon was going to die.
"Stefan. Stefan is going to Klaus for a cure. Bonnie said-" I hung up on Elena, hearing enough. Elena was clearly in distraught, and knowing she loved both of them, I knew she couldn't lose any of the Salvatore brothers. I didn't know where Klaus was but a good guess was his hideout was still in Alaric's apartment.
When I arrived, I saw Stefan just about to open the door and I pushed him against the wall.
"For god's sake Vanessa, what are you doing?" Stefan growled as he grabbed my hands and released himself from my grip.
"What are you planning to do, huh? Trying to play the hero again?" I asked and he looked at me desperately.
"My brother's life is at stake here," he said, trying to push past me but I pushed him to the wall again.
"He's going to kill you," I hissed and Stefan looked at me, his forest green eyes burned with determination. "As a friend I'm not letting you do that," I told him and walked towards Ric's apartment. I opened the door and having been invited in before, I stepped inside.
Klaus wasn't there but Katherine was. Our eyes locked for a measly second before Katherine's brown eyes widened slightly. She rose from the couch and held up her hand at me. But I didn't let her speak. She was the reason Jenna died. She was the reason I almost died. It wasn't fair to blame everything on Katherine, but she did play her part.
A growl escaped from my lips and I lunged at her, tackling her to the floor. Then I punched her across her jaw, hearing the sweet sound of cracking bones. She was stronger than me so I couldn't let her overpower me. The only way to do that was to keep attacking. The irony was, Katherine was the one who taught me this. I punched her again before pulling her to her feet and slammed her against the glass coffee table. It shattered into pieces and I wasn't even sorry. I would buy Ric a new house if he was mad at me for destroying his living room.
"Vanessa!" I heard Stefan shouted and I ignored him. This wasn't the time for him to play hero.
"She destroyed my life," I said through my gritted teeth. I grabbed the tall lamp, smirking as I saw it was made from wood. I broke the stick into two and swung it across Katherine, hard. At this point I didn't even care where it hit her. "Jenna's dead!" I growled, meeting Katherine brown eyes as I swung the wooden stick again. She blocked it, her face was twisted in anger but so was I. Katherine pinned me against the wall with her strength and I glared at her. "And it's all her fault!" I yelled in frustration and anger and kicked her in the stomach.
"You are the most selfish bitch I've ever known!" I spat, taking the stick from the floor and gave Katherine a devilish smirk. She flashed over behind me and I grunted when she pulled my hair and brought my head to the wall.
"Okay, that's enough!" Stefan said, finally intervening. Katherine let go of my hair and I turned around quickly but she was faster. She took a hold of my wrist and stopped my other hand from punching her.
"Lesson one," she said mockingly and fiercely, and I groaned when her grip tightened, crushing my bone. "Do anything to survive," she told me in that annoying adult tone of hers as if I was a child and I slammed my head to hers. She staggered a few steps back and I took the wooden stick, ready to stake her.
"Vanessa," Stefan said taking a hold onto my wrist firmly but not too strong to hurt me. "It won't change anything," he said softly and I shut my eyes, feeling the tears forming again. His other hand gripped my shoulder gingerly and I swallowed my anger, my pain.
Of course it wouldn't change anything. I wasn't a fool. Killing Katherine wouldn't change anything. Hell, even if I kill Klaus, it wouldn't change a thing at all.
"Let go," he said softly, and I took a deep yet shaky breath as my grip onto the stake loosen. "Let go," he murmured again, gently caressing my pulse vein with his thumb. I took another deep breath and tugged my hand away from Stefan's.
The door opened and I jumped at it, and Stefan pushed me behind his back protectively. Just a small gesture of someone caring at me and it made my heart sank. I wanted so desperately to stop caring. Because it will hurt too much when they leave me.
"Klaus, you're back. Look who decided to come for a visit," Katherine said smoothly and Klaus hardly spared her a glance. He saw Stefan and smirked.
"You just keep popping up, don't you?" he asked in amusement as he walked into the apartment. He saw me and his smirk widened. "Hello sweetheart," he said happily and I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. He tilted his head to the side in wonder as he took in my appearance before his eyes wandered to the destroyed living room. His blue eyes returned to me before he turned around to look at Katherine.
And then he laughed as he looked over his shoulder. "Brother, it seemed like we missed a catfight," he said cheerfully and my heart dropped. Of course, of course Elijah would be with him. Stefan's tall figure blocked me that I hadn't even seen him walked in with Klaus.
I wasn't prepared for his presence. I missed him, I felt betrayed, I was angry, I felt lost without him but when I met his gaze…I was hurt. His eyes were fixed to me as he walked into the room and I was unable to tear my gaze away. Stefan squeezed my hand, I wasn't even aware of him slipping his hand into mine, and I woke up. I squeezed it back before I slipped my hand away from him.
"Hello Elijah," I said, still holding his gaze steadily. The coldness and the venom in my voice surprised both of us. His brown eyes flashed hurt and I felt my blood boiled. He didn't deserve to even feel after his betrayal.
"I need-We need your help," Stefan said to Klaus and I removed my gaze from Elijah. "For my brother," Stefan told.
"Well, whatever it is, it's gonna have to wait a tick. You see, I have an obligation to my brother that requires my immediate attention," Klaus said and I looked at Elijah.
"You understand how important family is, or you wouldn't be here," Elijah spoke as he looked at Stefan, refusing to meet my eyes. "My brother gave me his word that he would reunite me with my own."
"How can you trust him?" I asked him, my voice shook in anger that I tried to contain. Slowly, he turned to me, looking at me pleadingly for me to understand.
"Vanessa," he said and my heart clenched as he called my name. His deep and rich voice saying my name and I felt my fangs lowered. The dark veins appeared underneath my now red demonic eyes, as I stared at him with full hatred.
"Rot in hell," I told him quietly and then he suddenly screamed in pain. It wasn't because of my words though, I doubted it even did him any harm. Klaus had driven the silver dagger into his heart and I watched as his face turned grey. He looked at me desperately and I stood there, frozen as Klaus shushed him mockingly and let Elijah fell onto the floor.
"In my defense," Klaus said as he stepped over Elijah's body. "I will reunite him with his family," he said, smiling at me before he looked at Stefan. I jumped when Klaus flashed over and pinned Stefan against the wall. Katherine took my hand and pulled me further away from them and I let her. That was the first time I saw Katherine looked frightened.
"Now, what am I gonna do with you?" Klaus wondered and I tried to keep calm. I suppressed a gasp when Klaus staked him, worried that he might have killed Stefan. "Do you feel that? It's scraping against your heart. The slightest little movement and you're dead," Klaus said. I moved forward but Katherine held me back.
"He's just trying to help his brother," she spoke up and although she managed to hide it well, her fear could be heard in her voice.
"The witches said you had a cure. Make me a deal. Just give me the cure, and I'll do whatever you want," Stefan managed to say as he fought the pain. Klaus pulled out the stake and I breathed out, not even realizing the breath that I was holding. I hurried to Stefan as Klaus walked over to the kitchen.
"Trouble is I don't know if you'd be any good to me the way you are now. You are just shy of useless," I heard Klaus said. I remained beside Stefan when Klaus walked over and knelt in front of Stefan.
"I heard about this one vampire, crazy bloke, always on and off the wagon for decades. When he was off, he was magnificent. 1917," Klaus said getting up. "He went into Monterrey and wiped out an entire migrant village... A true ripper," Klaus told the story, glancing at me once in a while. I watched as Stefan hung his head in regret. "Sound familiar?" Klaus asked, taking a sip of the human blood. The question was directed to Stefan and I was clever enough to put two and two together. I looked at Stefan, trying to keep the surprise off my face.
Stefan looked at me before averting his eyes. "I haven't been that way in a very long time," he said, and I gulped. I knew Stefan was on animal diet because he had troubles in drinking human blood. But killing an entire village? Stefan? Seriously?
"Well, that's the vampire I can make a deal with. That is the kind of talent that I can use when I leave this town," Klaus said and looked at me, giving me a sinister smile. I had a truly bad feeling about this. When Stefan got up, I felt like yanking him back to the floor. Instead, I got to my feet as well and looked at Klaus warily.
"What about the cure? Do you have it?" I interrupted, stopping Stefan from making a deal blindly. I wasn't going to let him turn into a…a ripper. Klaus smirked and my heart stopped beating again.
"Katerina, come here," Klaus called, holding out his hand and I glanced at Katherine nervously. She looked nervous as well, as she slowly walked closer to Klaus. She placed her hand in his and I took a sharp breath when Klaus's eyes turned yellow. In a flash he bit Katherine's wrist and the brunette gasped in panic and fear.
"No! No," she gasped, looking at Klaus in horror. "No, no. No," I heard Katherine whimpered in disbelief as she looked at the bite. Klaus's face changed again and he bit his wrist before shoving his blood into Katherine's mouth. She struggled and I gulped, reminded by my first encounter with Klaus. Katherine wiped her mouth in disgust when Klaus let go, and she breathed heavily as the wolf bite healed.
"You want your cure?" he asked, meeting Stefan's eyes challengingly. "There it is," he said. I felt his eyes staring down at me and I looked away from the blood that trickled down his red lips. He smirked smugly before wiping it away.
"Your blood is the cure," Stefan said, stating the obvious.
"Gotta love Mother Nature," Klaus said, amused. "Now, he said, walking closer and placing a hand on Stefan's shoulder and another on my back. "Let's talk," he drawled in his British accent, leading us away from Katherine.
We watched tensely as Klaus filled a glass bottle with his blood. "There it is. You want to save your brother? How about a decade-long bender?" he said before turning to Stefan. "And I have big plans for you when we leave this town," Klaus said, mainly to Stefan. So far, he didn't say anything about me. He was far more interested with Stefan to bother about me. I was not sure whether to be glad or not.
"I'm not like that anymore," Stefan said tensely.
"Well, that's too bad. You would have made a hell of a wingman," Klaus mocked a sigh as he tilted the bottle slightly, and his blood-the cure slowly went down the sink.
"Wait," I said, seeing how much the cure was gone. I turned to Stefan and he sighed in defeat.
"Now that's more like it," he said, pleased. "I want you to join me for a drink," he told as he tossed a blood bag over to Stefan. Stefan ripped it open grudgingly and brought the blood bag to his lips, his eyes never left Klaus.
"Finish it," Klaus said after Stefan took a sip. "All of it." When Stefan just continued to glare at him, Klaus sighed. "You do everything I say, and I save your brother. That's the deal," he explained indifferently. Stefan finished the blood with difficulty, and I took a sharp breath when I saw Klaus taking another blood bag before tossing it to Stefan. "Again," he said with a smirk.
"No," I said, snatching the blood bag before Stefan could take it. "Please don't do this," I begged at Klaus, meeting his blue eyes pleadingly and his pink lips curled up into a smirk.
"Vanessa," Stefan said warningly and I ignored him.
"Take me instead," I offered and Klaus chuckled softly and I felt my blood boiled. It was as if he ridiculed me.
"No offense, love. You do have great potential. But you…are not a ripper," he said with an amused smile and I narrowed my eyes into slits.
"What's the difference anyway?" I snapped and he grinned, walking up toward me.
"You will defy me," he said, looking down at me and my breath hitched in my throat at the authority of his voice. We were just an inch apart and I was hardly breathing. I tried to remain unfazed as I held his gaze. "I would have to compel your allegiance so that you'll behave," he said huskily and I gulped. He must have seen the terror in my eyes as his lips curled into a smile.
"Leave her out of this," Stefan growled, raising to his feet and Klaus's smirk widened. He didn't remove his eyes from me as he brought his large hand to my face. I shivered and let out a shaky breath when he caressed my face.
"Why don't you turn it off?" he asked, his voice was barely a whisper. My heart was hammering in my chest, feeling his touch. He tilted my chin up and I looked into his deep blue eyes. "The grief must be too much for you," he said with a sickening smile and something inside me snapped.
"How dare you," I spat, my eyes glowering with hatred as I looked up at him. "You killed my sister, you killed my aunt and now you-"
"Be careful, love," he said warningly and I felt my tongue tied as he looked at me. "You don't want to make me angry," he said and I looked away, admitting defeat. I took a step back from him and felt myself at ease.
"Just go," Stefan said roughly, and pushed me away.
"And leave you to go with him?" I asked him softly. His face was contorted in pain and I felt my heart breaking. I could never see him in such pain, suffering. He can't leave with Klaus. He can't be that ripper.
"I'll be fine," he said hastily and I just stared at him in amazement. He just kept playing the hero. He would sacrifice everything for the happiness of others, even himself.
"Will you come with me, to accompany your friend over here?" Klaus asked and I glared at him. He just loved it when people suffered, didn't he?
"Jeremy needs you," Stefan said and I met his green eyes. Elena needs you, I said through my eyes and he shut his eyes in pain. He would even leave Elena's side so that his brother, who was in love with his girlfriend, can live.
"Know this," Klaus said, looking at me in the eye. My heart started to beat rapidly again, afraid that he was going to compel me. "I'm giving you a choice," he said softly and I looked at him, trying to read him.
"Why?" I asked under my breath and instead of answering, he gave me a knowing smile.
"Vanessa, listen to me," Stefan said sternly, grasping my upper arm. "Leave," he told me firmly and I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, meeting his.
"I'll come back for you," I promised and turned to Klaus. As I met his blue eyes, I didn't know what to say. Thank you for not compelling me to leave with him? Curse at him for killing Jenna and dragging Stefan with him? I averted my eyes from his when I felt my phone buzzed and answered it.
"Caroline, I'm kinda busy right now," I said, slightly annoyed. Stefan tensed up, worried if Damon's condition had worsened.
"Something happened to Jeremy," she told me and my heart stopped beating. I stood there frozen, trying to compose myself.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice was so low that if Caroline wasn't a vampire, she wouldn't even hear me. Stefan looked at me worriedly while Klaus just watched me curiously.
"He…he's dead," Caroline said and I felt eyes on me. "But Bonnie is trying to do something!" Caroline added quickly and I tried with my every being to not break down. Not in front of Klaus.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice wavered as I tried to keep my emotions intact. Everything was swirling in my head, Jeremy, Jenna, Elijah, their words, Jeremy's last words to me, me dying. My emotions were overwhelming me and I held up my hands at Stefan when he tried to approach me.
"He was with Damon. And my mum, she-she wanted to shoot Damon. But Jeremy was in the way. It was an accident, Vanessa. I'm so sorry," Caroline said but I was no longer listening. I was gone in a flash, searching for the freaking Sheriff.
The tears were forming in my eyes as I headed to the Town Square, not really knowing where to go. I wiped those tears frustratingly, pushing past the grief and focused only on the anger. I went to the Forbes house but she wasn't there. At that time, Caroline called me and I answered the phone quickly.
"Jeremy's fine. Bonnie-Bonnie brought him back," Caroline said and I stopped in my tracks.
"Good, where are you?" I asked.
"I'm at Mystic Grill."
"Is your mother with you?" I asked her.
"Yeah, why?" Caroline asked, and I smirked before hanging up. When I reached at the Grill, I heard Caroline telling her mum to leave urgently.
"Going somewhere?" I asked smoothly, a smile was plastered on my face. I had learned from Klaus that a smile sometimes, was much scarier than a deadly smirk.
"Vanessa-" the Sheriff said and I looked at her, wondering how should I kill her. Ripping her heart? Draining her dry? But she would have vervain in her system. Shoot her countless of times? Rip her from limb to limb? It should be a long and painful death. I shouldn't show her mercy after she killed Jeremy.
"Jeremy's fine! I just told you that!" Caroline shouted desperately at me and I scoffed.
"What if Bonnie wasn't around?" I asked her with a low yet deadly voice. My fangs lowered and I watched as the Sheriff's eyes widened. Surely she would know that I was a vampire, right? I mean, I came back suddenly, out of nowhere. But then it wasn't surprise in her eyes, it was fear. I felt myself smiling, pleased that she had feared me.
Flashing my fangs to the woman whom I had considered my mother, I wrapped my hand around her neck, my nails digging into her skin.
"Vanessa, stop!" Caroline begged me and I ignored her.
"I've lost so many people, Caroline. Who's next? Elena? You? Alaric?" I growled at her, tightening my grip on Liz's neck. I saw her hand reached for the gun and I slapped it away. Her blue eyes widened even more, begging me not to kill her and all I felt was satisfaction.
Power.
Caroline pushed me away and I growled, lunging at her. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed it against the window, the glass shattered into pieces. I dug my hand into her chest and she sobbed.
"Nessie, please…" she said, looking at me pleadingly and I gasped, as if I had just woken up from a nightmare. I let her go instantly and took a step back. In my anger, I had almost killed my best friend and her mother. In my grief, I had lost myself.
I took a sharp breath and spared Caroline's mum a glare. "You are lucky to have her as your daughter," I spat at her, and left the restaurant.
I received a text from Elena telling Damon was fine, meaning Stefan had gone with Klaus. I reached home tiredly and saw Jeremy just about to walk up the stairs.
"Oh my god," I whispered as I went over to hug him. I had never felt so glad in my entire life. Tears sprang in my eyes as I hugged him closer, burying my face into his neck. I cried, I sobbed as I clung onto Jeremy. "Don't you ever dare to leave me again," I managed a threat as I sob and he hugged me closer. I sobbed harder as he stroked my back and I felt so vulnerable.
"I won't leave you," Jeremy said, pulling away to look at me in the eye. He cupped my face and held me securely and firmly. "I won't leave you. I promise," he said and I bit my lower lip, just staring at him. I couldn't imagine if Jeremy was dead. I couldn't imagine him being gone from me forever.
Seeing me like that, Jeremy pulled me into a hug again. "It's okay," he said, stroking my hair. I shook my head at him taking care of me. I should be the one doing that. I closed my eyes and sighed in gratefulness, remembering what I still had in my life.
"You do realize I have to compel you to forget this, right?" I mumbled, slightly embarrassed at my breakdown. My lips twitched into a small smile when I heard him laughed.
"Yeah, whatever," Jeremy said with a grin and I smiled, contented. I still have him. I will hold on to that.
This is the end of Season 2. Yay! Sooooo what do you think? So many dramas in one chapter huh? Haha, gimme your love, through reviews, favorites and follow this story! I'll see you on 18th January because well, it's the eighteenth chapter!