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Sage jumped when Meredith finally opened her eyes. He had been waiting so long, he had almost given up hope. He wasn't sure how to proceed, he didn't want to scare her. Meredith, he called with his mind, Can you hear me? There was no response, unless you counted the confused expression on her face. Meredith, do you remember who I am? Still nothing. I am your friend, Sage.
Finally something like recognition crossed her face. She knew him. Sage? Why? How? What happened?
I had to change you. I'm so sorry mon cher. My father insisted. Do you remember? She simply shook her head in response. It was such a slight move that a human would have missed it. You and Elena had to change, so that we could save Bonnie. Do you remember agreeing to that?
Meredith began to nod her head. She could remember. She remembered that evil bloodsucker Malachi, who had held Bonnie hostage. He had wanted to make her his mate. Something about her power. They had asked Sage's father – the devil – for help. They had made a deal with the devil; that if he helped them to save Bonnie they would become vampires. I remember.
You must be hungry mon cher. We should hunt mon ange.
Meredith looked confused, what did you call me?
Sage almost blushed, before saying out loud, "I called you my angel."
"Oh. Ok." Replied Meredith, now blushing as deeply as Bonnie often did.
"Do you want to hunt?" Sage asked gently.
She didn't want to say it so instead she thought it, I don't want to become a murderer. I don't want to hurt anyone.
Sage pulled her into an embrace, whispering in her ear, "Ma beauté aux cheveux foncée, je vous protégera. I promise you, I will protect you. You will never know that sort of regret. Vous ne saurez jamais ce que c'est d'avoir du sang sur les mains."
Meredith sniffed, "What did you just say?"
"I said; My dark haired beauty, I will protect you. I promise you, I will protect you. You will never know that sort of regret. You will never know what it is to have blood on your hands." He said before kissing her softly on the forehead.
"I think I need to learn French." Meredith giggled.
Sage chuckled, "That depends on if you decide to stay with me."
Meredith grew confused once more, "Why wouldn't I?"
"Plusieurs raisons ma chére. Many reasons." Sage sighed sadly.
"I don't understand." Meredith commented.
"Firstly, you love Alaric. You should be with the one you love, ma fille."
"But I… I care about you too. I don't want to leave you." Meredith replied.
"But you should. It will be safer for you to be far from me. My father is the devil for sake bonté. It isn't safe. My family is not a place for an enfant innocent comme vous."
Meredith knew enough French to know when she was being called a child. "I'm not a child!" She felt slightly childish right now though, if she were honest.
"I know ma fille. You are not a child, you are a great, strong woman, who could win almost any fight – with a vampire. But ma famille est different. They are something darker than vampires. Something far worse."
"What are they?" Meredith asked.
"It is difficult to explain." Sage was frustrated.
"Try. Please." Meredith asked softly.
"Pour toi mon amour je marcher à travers les portes de l'enfer et retour but this is a long story."
Meredith retorted, "I think I might need a French to English dictionary for this conversation."
"Sorry, ma fille. I said that for you my love I would walk through the gates of hell and back but this is a long story."
Meredith's heart melted slightly, "I like long stories."
"But aren't you thirsty?"
"Well yes… but I'm sure there's some blood around here somewhere. It's the boarding house for crying out loud. Vampires are the number one resident." Meredith laughed gently. "Come on lets go hunt for blood."
Jokingly, she began to tip toe from the room. Sage followed close behind her, struggling not to smile at her little game. They did not come across anyone else. Clearly Elena had not woken up yet. When they reached the kitchen, Sage smelt the rich aroma of blood coming from the fridge. He pulled out a blood bag – clearly someone had been to the blood bank. Meredith smiled. Sage put the bag in the microwave to heat it up to body temperature. "It'll taste better I promise." He said when Meredith looked at him inquisitively.
Once Meredith's appetite for blood was sated she looked to Sage, "Will you tell me your story?" She almost begged him with the combination of her words, her eyes and her thoughts. He couldn't resist. Seconds later, they had closed themselves back in the upstairs bedroom and Sage was taking a deep breath, preparing himself – he was about to tell a story he had never told anyone. People knew parts of it, but for the first time in his entire existence, someone would know everything.