For those who asked, this started as a Vampire Diaries (book) fanfic, but I didn't read all of them (nor did I want to, they were really really boring) so there are a few mistakes along the way, but this is a Vampire Diaries (TV show) fanfic.
And I don't own Vampire Diaries (TV show) or the Darkest Powers series. (though I really wish I did).
"Wait, what?" I asked, slightly appalled. I mean, I'd known there were werewolves in the world, but I hadn't thought there were many. And it takes a lot for Damon to come get my help, especially when I hadn't seen him for so long.
"You heard me." He replied. "Werewolves, like your little buddy over there." He said and jerked his head in Derek's direction.
"I didn't think there were that many. Especially not enough to take your attention away from…the normal." And by normal I meant two things, a) blood, no duh, and b) girls.
"You expect so little of me it hurts." He said in a voice full of mock offense.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. "Look, Damon, they are just wolves. You and Stefan and Katherine. You have enough people." My voice sounded so exhausted that it even hurt me to listen to it.
With my eyes shut tight, I heard Damon sigh. "I can tell you've had a bad day. But this is bigger than all of us. It has to do with Elena and Tyler and Bonnie. I know it doesn't have to do with you-and I have no idea why you would think Katherine is helping us, she is just making it more difficult-but we need as many people as we can get. We need your help." This time Damon didn't whisper it.
I opened my eyes to find everyone staring at me, waiting for my answer. I felt most sympathy for Basil, because I wasn't going to be around to help her out anymore.
"Fine." I said, surprising everyone.
"You're kidding me aren't you?" Damon asked, thinking he was still treading dangerous waters with me.
"No, I'm not." I said. "But you can't expect me to go to this…Mystic Falls tonight. I had to run here all the way from New York. I am truly exhausted." I didn't look up at Basil. I was too scared.
Damon's eyes were wide. "That-that's great!" He said, his normal smirk making its way across his face once again. "We leave tomorrow morning-or afternoon, it depends on when I decide to get up-but you'll see me tomorrow for sure." He gave me a thumbs up (which was not usual for him to do) and left the house, closing the door softly behind him (which was also new).
I thought I heard a very loud cry of "YES!" from outside. But I wasn't sure.
I looked up in Andrew's direction. "Can I have a room?" I guess I sounded really bad, based on the overly sympathetic look he gave me.
I rolled my eyes behind his back as we made our way up the stairs. He led me to the first unoccupied room he saw, which, sadly, was covered in dust. But I wasn't complaining.
The room had an odd feel to it. Like it was too empty, too quiet. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, which normally meant something was wrong. I ignored it and went about trying to clean some of the dust off of the poor old bed before I collapsed into it and fell asleep without taking my shoes off.
The room was dark. The tiles beneath my feet were cold as ice, sharp as talons. My breath caught as a figured danced gracefully across the room and came to stand before me.
It was Katherine in all of her chestnut hair and brown eyed glory.
"It'd been a long time sister." She said, critically walking in a circle around me, as if assessing my appearance.
"Not bad. This age suits you." Katherine gave me a sugary-sweet smile that made a shiver run up my spine, as if cold fingers were being dragged across my back.
"Are you mute sister, or do you just not want to talk to me?" She asked with a smile.
"Why are you here, Katherine?" I asked, finally finding my voice.
"Why, to see you. Why else?"
"To cause trouble." Katherine's laugh was as clear and beautiful as it was intimidating.
"I would have caused trouble whether I was here or not. You are coming to me." She stalked to a marble bench that I hadn't noticed before and raised the skirt of her dove white dress as she seated herself. She proceeded to stare out of the window for a long time before coming back to earth.
"Delia, you don't have to come with Damon. In fact I would prefer it if you didn't." She looked into my eyes, pleading with her own.
I walked over and sat next to her. I then noticed that I was wearing different clothes than before. We were both barefoot, which was why the ground felt so cold, and I was in a light green gown that greatly resembled the gown I had been wearing when I was turned. A thin thing, with a swooping neckline (that now made me quite uncomfortable) and long sleeves that extended to the floor. It was a dress from our time period, as was her own.
"Katherine, if things with the wolves are as bad a Damon said, I have to. I have to protect these people." I said it softly, but I could have been yelling for the way Katherine reacted.
Her eyes narrowed and I could tell she was gritting her teeth. "They don't need your help." The anger in her voice was severely audible.
I stood and took a step back, praying this dream would end before she lost it.
But, suddenly, things changed.
Something was spreading itself out on the floor, dark and evil looking. When it reached my feet, it felt sticky and hot and with a jolt I realized it was blood.
Katherine laughed, the sound a maniac made just before they killed someone, the sound of a predator about to make the kill.
Luckily it never got that far. As the blood consumed the floor, the room started fading from my view, blackness filling up the places there had once been life.
Soon, it was all gone.
I felt someone shaking me, and groaned.
I looked up and saw Simon leaning over me, a worried expression covering his face.
He sighed in relief. "Oh good. I thought you were having a seizure of something." He leaned away from me and sat on the end of my still dusty bed.
I shook my head. "No, just a bad dream." No, it was a freaking horrible nightmare. But I think telling him that would make him freak out as much as it was making me.
I looked at the clock next to my bed. It read 1:09. "What are you still doing up?"
He shrugged. "Couldn't sleep." He lapsed into silence and I waited a bit before going on myself.
"And why couldn't you sleep?" my voice was muffled by a pillow that I had hidden my face under. I wanted to go to sleep, just not if Katherine was going to make more nightmares for me.
"I don't know. This place kind of creeps me out I guess. I don't really get a good vibe from it." he said, surprising me.
I uncovered my face. "Yeah, me too."
I don't know how long we sat in silence, mulling this over, but eventually the exhaustion kicked in once again.
The sleep was restless, but thankfully, dreamless.