Nothing Better than Revenge (2)
She's not a saint
And she's not what you think
She's an actress
Whoo-ohhh
She's better known for the things
She does on the mattress
Whoo-ohhh
Soon she's gonna find
Stealing other peoples toys
On the playground
Won't make her many friends
She should keep in mind
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge
~Taylor Swift-Better than revenge~
Allie,
If you are getting this letter, I am already gone. Don't worry though; I will be okay, as will you. Live a full and happy life sister. Grow up get married, I will try and do the same. Trust me Laurie, I will miss you dearly. This was the hardest decision I have ever had to make; leaving you was my biggest problem. I'm sure your wondering why I have left, well one word may explain my actions, wait more like two words. Damon and Katherine, I caught them together sister. And you know what that did to me. I love him, but he loves her, I can't just stand here and watch while Katherine seduces both the Salvatore brothers. I love you sister, don't EVER forget me. As I wont you.
Ti Amo,
Faye E. Locke
I read the letter over and over, adding tears of my own, to the ones that had obviously dropped from her eyes as she wrote.
Father found me in the same place in front of the bookcase hours later, "Allie! Are you okay dearest?"
"No Father, I never will be again. She's gone papa. And she isn't coming home." I sobbed pressing the letter to my chest protectively.
"What do you mean Allie? Who is gone?" He pulled me into my arms.
"Faye!Who else would I be talking about Papa?" I sobbed, into his russet shirt.
"No, impossible! She may act out but she is a good child, she wouldn't run off…" He seemed to be talking only to himself by now, so he did not even notice when I pulled myself from his protective arms.
This was his fault; I shoved the tearstained note into the pocket of my dress, before darting out the door into the rain.
I didn't even knock this time, barging into the Salvatore's home without any invite, that I was going to hear about later, but I didn't care.
Not stopping to hear the maids and waiters yell after me, I ran up the steps at the same speed as before, swinging open the door to Damon's room.
He was standing in the middle of the room, his note lying open on the floor.
I grabbed hold of the front of his shirt, and yelled, "THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU STUPID, ARROGANT, ASSHOLE! YOU DID THIS!" (A.N.: I'm not sure they said asshole back then but…..)
Crying again, I raised my arm busting my fist against his mouth, watching it drip blood. "Why? How could you!" He stood there eyes closed, and taking every thing I said, and did in.
Someone came in just as I was raising my arm ready to hit him a second time, but they grabbed me from behind.
I still swung, struggling in the arms of a man, that man I knew was Stefan, as Mr. Salvatore cleaned the blood from Damon's lip, and made Stefan tote me from the room.
"No! This is his fault! GET OFF ME! He deserves it! I. SAID. GET. OFF!" I yelled just as I swung back breaking his hold. Ready to run back up the steps and knock him out.
People came from all over, Stefan grabbed me again, as maids from all over the house tried to soothe me. I finally broke down, collapsing back into Stefan, as he supported me while I cried.
"Stefan she left, Faye, my sister, my best friend. Because of your stupid brother." I whispered into his shoulder blade, we had stood in his foyer for what seemed like hours, him just making sure I was okay and not collapsing on the ground, but he had ended up lifting me into his arms like I weighted 5 pounds, and carrying me outside, towards my home again.
"I'm sorry, Allie, we will look for her, I promise." He muttered to me, we had made it back to my house now and he knocked on the door, my father opened, red eyed and worried.
"Allieah Locke, you lashed out and hit one of the Salvatore brothers I hear. Come inside, and up to your corridors I want you to go. The search starts now, Stefan are you willing to help?" He started off angry but it dimmed as he went on, Stefan settled me on the ground, and I went my way up to the room.
I looked around, and instead of going in my room I opened the door to Faye's room, sliding the door closed quietly.
The white bed with its wrap around net-drape-thing to her small chest in the corner, it described her. Stepping around the small pile of dress on the floor I grabbed a silver charm bracelet off her dresser.
It was her favorite, and she left it. This was my memory of her, until I saw her again. Sliding it around my wrist, I looked up and smiled, no smirked.
"Faye may be gone but I'm here and it's going to be hell on earth for Damon." I whispered slyly to the air, my silent pledge.
