Chapter Four
"He's sent two hybrids down there kid," the man growled, "Your sisters dead."
"Caroline!" Damon. Damon. He's shouting.
"You betrayed me!" Klaus. Someone's screaming; a girl.
"Your sisters dead…"
"Kid—he's sent t-two—"
"Bonnie!" Stefan. Stefan. He's shouting.
"Your sisters dead…"
"You are dead."
Jeremy's eyes shot open at the feeling of a gentle hand touch at his shoulder. Almost as it were a reflex, Jeremy panicked before roughly grabbing at the hand and flipping the person who was previously sitting next to him. Now pinning them to the ground, Jeremy hovered over her frightened form, his breath racing, chest heaving, he had a hard time trying to acknowledge the fact that he wasn't dreaming anymore and the person that he was hovering over wasn't an intruder, a hybrid, or Klaus. It was just a frightened girl. Jeremy's eyes softened instantly. Samantha.
Barely able to make her features out in the darkened room, Jeremy felt her hand twitch and Jeremy's eyes widened at the fact that he was hurting her. Hand instantly letting go of her wrist, Jeremy watched as Samantha softened underneath him, her eyes meeting his again. She didn't move her hand that lay so close to his and Jeremy's jaw clenched when realising that he was practically leaning on top her. Eyes finding her lips that seemed to tremble slightly in fright, Jeremy's felt guilt eat at him.
"I'm sorry," Jeremy started softly, "You scared me."
He watched her nod hesitantly at him and the muscles in his body tensed at the sight of her. She seemed to glance at his bare torso that hovered so closely over her, and he knew she tried her best in not gazing at the muscles in his arms contracting.
"What're you doing up so early?" Jeremy asked.
It took a while for the brunette to respond.
"I-I just thought you'd get cold down here," she started, her voice barely above a whisper, "I brought a blanket."
Jeremy sighed, his breath hitting Samantha's cheek causing her eyes to shut closed immediately, her bottom lip starting to tremble uncontrollably. She was scared. She was scared of him.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Jeremy stated softly, his eyes trailing past every facial feature that seemed to be lit from the dark room that surrounded them. It was still extremely dark outside and Jeremy was barely able to sleep the whole night anyway. He wasn't expecting the oblivious brunette to visit him so early in the morning, although he couldn't help but feel bad because she was only down here, trying to be good to him. It had been a few days of barely talking to each other because the girl was still trying to get used to the fact that she remembered nothing about herself at all. She remembered nothing but the lies that were told by him. The lies that were so thought out, Jeremy felt guilt eat him this very moment. But he had to lie to her; there was no other way to get her to trust him. He had to lie to her.
He watched as her eyes started to drift open at his words. His eyes lingered at her trembling lips that slowly started to subside and Jeremy managed to place the most delicate smile on his lips. "I'm not going to hurt you," Jeremy stated again.
"Thank you for the blanket," Jeremy stated, grinning at the girl underneath him that seemed to relax further. He smiled when she nervously nodded at him.
Samantha's eyed the man in front of her, shifting awkwardly underneath him, Samantha flushed when her hand accidentally brushed the boy's lower stomach. She could feel her heart thumping at her chest at the sight of the dark haired boy that was leaning over her and Samantha didn't know how to react to the feeling. She had never felt this before, having her memories or not, Samantha knew she had never felt this feeling before.
He wasn't going to hurt her. He wasn't. She just knew it from the way his eyes softly looked down at her. He had been nothing but patient with her for the past few months and Samantha appreciated that. He was kind to her and Samantha knew she was slowly beginning to trust him. She trusted him.
Samantha broke out of her thoughts when Jeremy pulled himself away from her. He seemed to roll off of her and slump to the side of her. It was then where she noticed that she was holding her breath, letting out a shaky breath, Samantha's chest heaved for air in front of her and she could feel his eyes at the side of her face. This only caused her chest to heave further.
Eyes shutting closed, Samantha felt Jeremy's shoulder brush against hers and her eyes drifted open to witness him starting to get off the ground. She eyed him when he seemed to straighten himself up, every muscle in his body tensing and then softened before he finally managed to stare down at her dazed form. Samantha's eyes roamed over his bare torso before finally meeting his slightly amused expression.
She watched as he arched his arm in her direction, his palm facing upwards for her to take. Glancing between his face and hand, it took a moment for Samantha to finally make her decision and let her hesitant hand slowly slip into his. His hand tightened on hers before he pulled her form off the ground and onto her feet at an instant. Samantha gasped lightly at the sudden action and flushed when crashing into his bare chest.
Muttering a soft apology, Samantha stepped away from the suddenly amused boy before putting a strand of hair behind her ear. Looking down at her hand that was still in his, Samantha's hesitant eyes went up to Jeremy who seemed to be eyeing her as well.
"Aren't you tired?"
"I'm fine," Samantha started, "I couldn't seem to sleep."
Jeremy's brows furrowed slightly. "Why not?" He asked, stepping in a little closer to her. He watched as she moved her hair behind her ear again in nervousness.
"It's nothing," she reassured. She watched as Jeremy didn't buy it when he simply moved in closer to her. Stepping back slightly, she watched as Jeremy's features tensed. Eyes softening when he seemed to tear his eyes away from her, she regretted moving away from him in the first place.
It was hard for Jeremy himself. It was hard to pretend to be a boyfriend to a girl that seemed to be frightened of every move he made near her. He kept trying to do what he was needed to do, but Samantha clearly didn't want any of that. She was scared of him and Jeremy was tired of putting himself out there only to get rejected. This was obviously hard for the both of them.
Muttering a soft sorry, Jeremy stepped away from the girl before slowly slipping his hand out of hers. Looking back up at her, Jeremy's brows furrowed at the sight of her sudden expression before he stepped another step back. Hesitantly smiling at her, Jeremy ruffled at his hair before putting his attention on the staircase past the living room that they were currently standing in.
"You should try resting again," Jeremy stated, trying his hardest to smile at the woman before him without faltering.
Samantha noticed his sudden tense form and she knew it was because she had moved away from him. What confused her was the fact that she just wanted to grab his hand again and not be so hesitant. She was just so shy around him and she didn't know what to do when he had stepped into her. She had panicked when stepping back and she didn't purposely want to hurt his feelings.
"I get nightmares," Samantha stated softly, admitting to why she was always afraid to fall asleep. "Well I think they're nightmare," she finished.
Jeremy's eyes shot up at that. His eyes softened instantly at the sight of the girl, nightmares or memories?
"What are they about?" Jeremy asked quietly.
"There's a man who kills me," she started softly; "It's always the same way and with the same man every time I dream about it."
Jeremy's eyes widened slightly, "How would he kill you?"
"H-He'd drink my blood."
Jeremy's eyes widened further only to soften instantly at the scared brunette. Definitely a memory, he thought to himself before remembering the sight of Klaus draining her of her blood before she seemed to lifelessly fall to the ground. He remembered it all and yet he couldn't tell her any of it.
"It's just a dream," he reassured, forcing a small smile on his face. Jeremy smiled genuinely at the sight of the brunette nod at him, a small smile plastering at her lips as well.
"I won't let anyone hurt you," Jeremy stated softly, watching as the girl's eyes shot in his direction right away. He smiled sweetly in her direction and laughed slightly at her flushed form.
"Since we're both up now," Jeremy began; his lips were forming a grin when looking at the brunette, "want breakfast?"
-x-
"She still doesn't remember anything but Jeremy's going to get her to become comfortable with him," Damon stated, sighing before plopping onto the couch. He was surprisingly exhausted and he couldn't help but just crawl into bed with the blonde that he had missed. It had only been a couple of hours but Damon's worry for her never seemed to disappear.
"How's he supposed to do that?" Stefan asked. His voice was curious and suspicious, almost as if he knew Damon had done something stupid when he had visited the younger Gilbert.
"Well, I might have convinced the boy to pretend to be the amnesia struck witch's boyfriend," Damon explained. His voice was laced with boredom when he slowly allowed his head to rest on the arm of the chair, his eyes drifting closed when Stefan neared the couch.
"You what?"
"I told Jeremy to pretend—"
"I heard you," Stefan interrupted, nearing the couch before sitting at the arm rest again, looking down his brother who seemed to still have his eyes shut.
"The girl was comfortable with Jeremy," Damon defended, "I felt it to be a good way to get her to trust him. She's scared and confused and I thought it was a brilliant plan."
Sighing, Stefan couldn't help but slightly agree with his brother. "Okay," he simply stated before getting up from the arm chair again. Looking out and at the now rising sun, Stefan's eyes searched for Elena who still hadn't come from her walk.
His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice coming from the hall.
"Salvatore, I really appreciated the kicks last night," Alex muttered, obliviously making his way into the small living room of the Cabin.
Rolling his eyes at the man that he had shared a bed with, Stefan looked back at Damon whose eyes seemed to shoot open immediately.
Alex's eyes found Damon who lay on the couch and he grinned before walking further into the living room. His grin only seemed to grow when Damon seemed to look over at him and groan out loud.
"He's back?" Damon asked, looking over at Stefan who seemed to simply shrug.
"Missed you too Boy-toy," Alex sang out before pushing Damon's legs off of one side of the couch before slumping onto it as well.
"What we talking about?" Alex asked, glancing between both of the Salvatore's that seemed to simply gawk back at him.
Stefan raised his brows at Alex.
Damon rolled his eyes at Alex before resting his head back onto the arm rest and closing his eyes again.
Neither of the brother's spoke and Alex glared at the two.
"Do you want my help or not?" he asked annoyed.
"No," Damon muttered, his eyes still closed before he tried placing his legs on the couch again only to fail when Alex's form seemed to get in the way.
"We were just talking about Elena's brother, Jeremy," Stefan started, "He's got Samantha."
Alex's brows furrowed. "Samantha Brown?" he asked. He obviously knew the girl that had helped Klaus, only to destroy and betray him right after.
"She's lost her memories and is on Klaus' top kill list," Damon started out of the blue, his eyes still closed. "If he finds out the pretty little witch is alive, she's pretty much dead then."
"Which is why we've hidden her and kept her safe with Jeremy," Stefan added, sighing when Alex seemed to process the information.
Nodding, Alex's attention was brought to Damon who seemed to nudge his feet at Alex's side and he tried his best to shove the man away but groaned when he simply continued. Getting off the couch, Alex glanced at Damon who seemed to grin before stretching himself onto the couch again, a huge grin plastering at the man's face, his eyes still shut.
"What's up with you Salvatore brothers and kicking?" Alex muttered in annoyance, his hands crossing his bare chest.
-x-
Elena looked through the window of the cabin quickly and eyed the three figures inside. Hand finding the knob of the door, Elena eyes traveled from Damon, Stefan and then to Alex who stood in full-view of the window. Unknowingly allowing her eyes to wander on Alex for a bit too long, Elena's eyes widened when he suddenly seemed to look away from Damon and Stefan who were talking to each other and to the window.
His eyes met hers and Elena forced her wide eyes to rip away from his before stepping away from the window and gripping onto the doorknob a bit tighter. Taking in a breath, Elena rolled her eyes at herself before opening the door to the cabin to face a sudden quiet Stefan and Damon who stood far away from her. Being the only human in the room, Elena refused to look Alex's direction before excusing herself from the entrance so she could move fast and back into her room. She could feel Alex's eyes pierce into her as she made her way past the three and further into the cabin. Finally letting out a relieved breath of air when she was suddenly away from the three that instantly started talking once again, Elena slowly made it down the hall and closer to her room.
Alex watched the brunette excuse herself from the room and he licked quickly at his lips before putting his attention back on the two that stood oblivious before him. Glancing quickly at them, Alex ignored their confused stares when walking away from them and to the hallway again, following Elena.
Alex eyed the woman that seemed to walk in front of him and he pursed at his lips when she started to open at her door. Using his vampire speed as an advantage, Alex was at the door faster than she could actually process the fact that he had his hand over hers now, stopping her from turning at the door knob. Alex grinned at the woman who seemed to jump slightly when he seemed to chuckle at her.
"Morning," Alex stated softly.
Elena's brow arched at the grinning man before her. Taking a moment to compose her-self, Elena slowly pulled her hand from under his and brought it make to her side. Awkwardly glancing his way, Elena tried her hardest not to let her eyes meet with his bare torso. She noticed him shift a bit before speaking up once again.
"I just wanted to finish what I was saying before," Alex started, "when I first came..."
Elena's brows furrowed when looking up at the man again. His tone was serious now, but he still had a small smile plastering at his lips. She could feel butterflies at her stomach when viewing him further.
"I'm sorry," Alex suddenly blurted out.
Elena's brows furrowed at that before she allowed herself to finally look at him. His eyes seemed to be staring deep into her brown ones and she couldn't help but shift uncomfortably under his gaze.
"What for…?" Elena asked slowly. She still seemed to eye Alex who seemed to be staring at her with a soft expression.
"For being a complete asshole the last time we were with each other," Alex explained, smiling slightly at Elena's confused expression.
He watched her nod at him before she looked away from him.
He looked tense over why she was so quiet. She wanted to assure him that she wasn't upset or angry at him, because she wasn't mad at him for anything. He was just being honest with her the day she had let her emotions stupidly take the best of her and Elena didn't want him to feel as if he were at fault for everything. He was back for Caroline and Elena wanted him to focus on that. She didn't want him to focus on being responsible for 'hurting' her three months ago because Elena was fine. She was fine. All she wanted was to get her best friend back and simply accept the fact that Alex was Caroline's friend. She wanted him to focus on what was important at the moment and not on some stranger that had embarrassed herself in front of him.
"You don't have to apologize Alex," Elena started causing Alex's brows to furrow at her.
"I should be the one saying sorry for kissing you out of the blue like I did three months ago," Elena finished, smiling faintly at him which surprisingly caused his expression to grow even more confused.
"Elena—"
"Training in a bit," Damon interrupted from the end of the hallway, his eyes curious when looking between the blonde man and brunette that seemed to direct their attention to him.
Elena nodded at Damon before glancing back at Alex who seemed to be busy with glaring at Damon. Pursing her lips together, Elena took that as her escape plan when she suddenly took hold of the door knob again and quickly entered her room.
Sighing, Alex looked at the closed bedroom door before him. Looking back at Damon who seemed to stop before a bedroom door himself, Alex groaned at the sight of the man.
"Thanks for that dickhead," Alex muttered before walking down and away from the hallway again, shoving Damon a bit with his shoulder when passing him.
Damon was clearly oblivious to what exactly he had done. Shrugging it off, Damon rolled his eyes at the annoyed blonde.
"Anytime asshole," Damon sang out, grinning when the man seemed to flip him off when reaching the end of the hall.
-x-
Damon opened at the door and closed it slowly behind him when eyeing the blonde sleeping peacefully. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her peaceful form.
Slowly making his way closer to her, Damon took off his leather jacket before placing it on the edge on the bed. Looking back at the blonde, Damon felt his stomach flutter at the sight of her tired eyes look up at his standing form next to the bed, she still seemed half-asleep.
Watching her exhausted form sit up on the bed, Damon didn't even get the chance to protest and tell her to go back to sleep when she slowly walked on the bed with her knees, making her way closer to him. He smiled when she took hold of her shoulders. "Morning," Damon stated, grinning when the blonde seemed to nod at him.
"You're here," Caroline stated, a sigh of relief erupting through her at the sight of the man.
She watched as his brows furrowed in confusion at her words and she smiled before wrapping her arms around him and pressing herself against him. She hugged him tight and let out a sigh when he hugged her back almost instantly.
"Care what's wrong?" he asked at her hair.
Sighing when he squeezed her form in his arms, Caroline simply held onto him tighter. She didn't want to let go of him. She was scared and just relieved that he had come back. Even though it had only been a few hours, Caroline's thoughts were tormenting her and she couldn't deal with it anymore.
"Nothing," Caroline whispered, her eyes shutting closed when she tried to get control of her breath wavering when she spoke up again, "I'm fine."
She pursed her lips at the feeling of Damon squeeze her again and she simply flushed further against him. He was her wall. He was her wall that seemed to stop the dream and flashes from tormenting her. Whenever he was around, Caroline would simply stop and focus on the fact that she loved this man and he loved her. They loved each other and nothing else mattered. He was her wall that stopped all the bad thoughts and she couldn't help but let out another shaky breath at the nape of his neck.
Slowly getting off the bed, Caroline still held on to Damon, refusing to let go of the one person that seemed to stop all the torture. He was her wall.
Feeling his lips meet the top of her head, Caroline sighed before slowly pulling away from him. The moment his hands left her waist and his lips left her head; the thoughts came rushing back, the overwhelming shock causing Caroline to stumble backwards.
"Caroline?" Damon asked, stepping towards her.
Flashes.
Klaus and Rosetta.
Klaus and Rosetta—but Caroline as Rosetta.
Flashes.
Flashes, flashes, and flashes.
Caroline screamed in agony.
The pounding in her head was just so much. Her skull throbbing when it felt as if her brain was smacking hard against it, her mind was aching.
Caroline screamed again. Her knees wobbled before she fell to the ground.
Flashes.
More and more flashed.
"I love you Klaus."
"I love you Rosetta."
Flashes.
Caroline could feel her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her form lifelessly limping forward, she didn't even seem to notice Damon's confused and extremely worried form run instantly at her side. She felt his hands grab hold of her before her face could hit the floor and she sighed shakily when the flashes stopped instantly the moment Damon's hands touched her visible skin. His touch caused tingles to radiate through her arm and the flashes vanished almost instantly.
But it was that moment where Caroline noticed that these weren't just some ordinary flashes.
These were Rosetta's memories.
I have Rosetta's memories.
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