Hi :3! Forgot to mention the last chapter had a bit of violence….whoops. I'll edit that later. Hopefully there won't be so much this chapter, just had to get the crazy mood going xD. Hope you like this chapter!
I slowly opened my eyes. Where was I? This needed to stop happening. It's getting old waking up in weird rooms.
"You owe me ten bucks." I hear someone whisper.
"Shut up!" someone else whispers. Stefan? The other one must be Damon…..ugh. I had hoped my problems with them would be over.
I took in my surroundings. A nice room-much nicer than the last place I woke up at, I might add- that had a white dresser, a desk with a chair, and the bed I was lying in had a lavender comforter. Pretty room, but I wasn't going through all this hostage crap with them again. I began to move the white blanket that was covering me, but instantly regretted it when I felt a sharp pain in my side. Crap.
Stefan came to the side of the bed and gently touched my shoulder to lay me back down. "What do you want? I was perfectly fine. The moment I get better I'm going back." I growled, though it was more of a whisper considering my state.
Damon chuckled. "You aren't going anywhere."
"What he means is you aren't in the condition to be moving around, and home isn't safe. Your father could have killed you!" Stefan said quickly.
"So. Better than being here." I snorted angrily.
"So? What do you mean so? You can't be that willing to die!" Stefan retorted.
"Maybe I am. Maybe I deserve it." I whispered weakly, talking more to myself than him.
"You don't deserve it, Holly-"
"NO! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING." I yelled as loud as I cold muster.
He had no response to this. I spared him the time and fell back asleep.
Sadly though, I eventually woke back up and had to face the reality. I was kidnapped by some crazies that may or may not have saved my life. Ugh. The door opened and it revealed an all too familiar face. Damon.
"Just what I wanted to wake up to." I said sarcastically.
"You are a lot more sassy when you're hurt."
I shrugged, ignoring the pain.
"So. Uh, how you feeling?" he asked awkwardly.
"Since when do you care, exactly?" I questioned back.
"Jeez, can't the guy who saved you get a little appreciation?"
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Who do you think saved you? 'Cause it sure wasn't Stefan."
I sat in silence. What? I thought the guy hated my guts, why would he go out and save me?
"I'm still trying to figure you out, can't have you dying on me." He said, grinning.
"Figure me out? You've figured me out. I'm just some freaking teenager, that's it! I don't know what world you're in, but I sure as hell don't want to be a part of it." I spat.
"Holly, I am in the same world as you. The difference is, you're ignorant. You have no idea what's in this world."
"What are you talking about? I'm not ignorant!" I protested.
"Maybe not. Maybe you know exactly what's in this world and that's why you have such a bad vibe. Maybe you are keeping secrets from us. Maybe you are the one who killed the love of my life!" He shouted.
I was a bit taken aback. Where was this from? I killed his lover? How could someone possibly get that idea, I've never killed anyone! This is absolutely mental.
"What are you talking about? I've never killed anybody! Where did you even get that from?" I yelled back.
"DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW! YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" he roared
"I-I don't! I have no idea!" I cried.
He didn't seem to like my response. What was wrong with his eyes? They were.. black. I quickly jumped out of the bed, ignoring any pain, and ran into the bathroom connected to the room.
The door busted down. I screamed and tried to run out but he grabbed my shirt. There were veins around his eyes, and were those….no… Where those fangs? His whole face looked inhuman. I tried wriggling out of his grasp, but he didn't budge. "ADMIT IT!" he shouted.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN!" I squeeled.
"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN! FILTHY DOG!"
"DOG? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" I asked, tears streaming down my face.
"YOU ARE A WEREWOLF AND I KNOW YOU WERE THE ONE TO KILL KATHERINE! I CAN FEEL IT!"
"Werewolf?! Are you crazy? I'm not into all this role playing shit you are doing, stop it!" I shrieked.
He suddenly seemed to come to his senses. He let go of my arm and I ran straight down the stairs, not stopping to look back. Unfortunately I was so teared up I could barely see, and as I got through the front door I ran into Stefan. Great timing, Stefan.
"Whoah, what's wrong? You should be resting right now!" he said, concerned.
"Damon, I-I don't know! I-I've just got to go, I'm done with all of this!" I choked out.
"What did he do? Did he say something?" he asked, worry in his eyes.
"I- He- I don't know. He was saying I killed some girl named Katherine and accusing me of being a werewolf! Is he even in his right mind?" I said, starting to contain myself.
"Oh my god… I'll be right back.. I'm sorry." He replied, running up the stairs.
What could I do? I couldn't just leave. I wanted to go back home, but who knows what would happen? I didn't even ask what happened to my dad, I'm so selfish! I hope he's ok.
I sat on the couch, realizing how much my ribs and legs hurt. After a couple minutes, Stefan came back and sat next to me.
"I'm really sorry. Damon had a.. mix up. His old girlfriend died and he won't tell anyone exactly what happened. If I had known he was that unstable, I would have never left." He apologized.
"What was wrong with him?" I asked weakly.
"Unstable, that's all." He replied.
"No. I mean what was wrong with his eyes? And how did he get the door broken down? He-He was just.."
He cut me off. "It's nothing, it was probably just all the fear getting to your head." He responded.
I knew it wasn't, but I stayed quiet. No need to make him think I'm crazy too. Stefan went downstairs to his room and left me to sleep. Soon, Damon came down the stairs, waking me up. I pretended I was still sleeping, afraid of him.
"Don't even try. I can hear your heart beat over here." He growled.
I opened my eyes. "What?" I asked.
"I didn't say anything." He said quietly.
Not wanting to aggravate him further, I just laid and stared into space. "'I'm sorry, Holly. I just- I thought you were someone different." He said.
"Or apparently some thing different." I snorted, emphasizing the word "thing".
"Yea. My girlfriend, well she died. It was a while ago, but she did. I've just always been looking for her killer." He responded.
"I don't think looking for a werewolf is the best route to go. Not many people are into all that role playing stuff…"
He looked up, confused. "He didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?" I asked.
He snorted. "Figures. Probably thinks we can just send you on your merry way when you're all patched up."
"That's what I was planning to do…"
"Ha. Definitely not. I still need to know what's wrong with you." He said, groaning.
"What? We established there's nothing wrong with me and you are totally out of your mind!" I yelled, instantly feeling bad. Remembering what he said earlier, I added "And what did you mean, he didn't tell me?"
"I'll show you, sweetheart." He said devilishly. Before he could "show me" whatever he was talking about, Stefan ran up the stairs and into the room. He mouthed the words "Don't you dare."
"Don't you dare what? I don't like not knowing things!" I growled.
"Come on Stefan, she's going to figure it out eventually. I've been going easy on you, we all know I'm stronger and I do whatever I want. Right now I want her to stay here. Might as well tell her." He clucked.
"No, the girl hasn't done anything. She's just a teenager, we need to let her go." He pleaded.
"Let me think. No." he remarked. "Now, Holly." He said, turning to me. "Since you hate not knowing things, let's just show you."
I didn't say anything, just watched him as he grabbed a dining room chair and broke it with one fist.
"What? How did you even do that?" I stuttered.
"Do you need a better visual?" His eyes suddenly turned that black color that terrified me, and my suspicions were confirmed. Those were fangs. My eyes must have been wide as saucers because he easily went back to his original self and laughed.
Ok, fun time is over. I'm out of here. I guess Stefan knew what I was thinking and quickly came to my side, holding my arm gently.
I immediately threw off his arm, causing my shoulder to hurt badly. I winced, but continued trying to walk away. Stefan ran in front of me, faster than a normal human. I shrieked and turned back, with no luck as he just blocked the path again. "Holly, calm down. Damon wasn't supposed to do that, we aren't bad." He persuaded.
"No! I don't believe either of you! First you kidnap me, then you kidnap me a second time when I finally made it home, and now you are trying to freak me out with all of this! I don't know what you all are but I don't want any part in it!" I shouted desperately.
"Just calm down, I know you are scared." He said gently.
"NO. I'M FREAKING OUT!"
Right as I said that, I felt someone jab something into my shoulder. A FREAKING SEDATIVE? WHO KEEPS A SEDATIVE IN THEIR HOUSE? My legs started to give out and someone caught me before I fell. I looked at who it was to find Damon. "You can't- You can't keep me here. I-I didn't do anything." I whimpered, defeated.
"Shh. Just go to sleep." Damon said.
"You- You are bad. You're both ba…." And with that, I was out like a light.
I woke up in the same room as before with the lavender comforter. I needed to stop getting myself into these situations. Damon and Stefan were both on the other side of the room, staring at me.
Damon's POV:
"Ok. I'm keeping her here. I need to know what's wrong with her. Why am I so bipolar? One minute I'm terrifying her, the other I'm trying to help. I need to get my priorities straight. But what really is my priority? Am I actually warming up to this girl?" I thought, looking at her sleeping form. It had been a couple hours since I shot that sedative in her arm, she was bound to be waking up soon. Just as I thought it, I heard her heart pick up as she regained consciousness. She opened her eyes and took in her surroundings, looking at me and Stefan.
Her confused eyes soon turned to sadness, it hurt to watch. Her eyes turned from pure innocence to worry and sadness. A tear rolled down her cheek as she stared at the wall, not looking at us.
"Holly-" Stefan started.
"NO! I'M NOT GOING TO SIT AROUND AND DO THIS ANYMORE! I DON'T HAVE WHATEVER YOU WANT FROM ME!" She screamed, startling us both.
"Holly, we just want to help-" Stefan started again.
"No! You are both just crazy, thinking I have some secret! You kidnapped me because you had some freaking FEELING! You ruined my life because of some stupid feeling!" she roared.
"I'm sorry." I said, feeling guilty.
Her eyes turned soft, not expecting me to apologize, but quickly turned angry again. "Go away!" she yelled.
We decided now was not the best time to bother her, and walked out. For the next few days, nothing happened. We just gave her food and water, which she refused. She couldn't keep starving herself, it had been three days!
I walked up the stairs and into her room with a sandwich and a water bottle. "You're going to eat this." I stated, handing her a sandwich. "No. I deserve to starve right now." She responded, turning her back to me.
"What? No you don't! How could you blame any of this on yourself? This is all my fault. I was stupid." I promised.
"No. You don't get it."
"What don't I get? You don't deserve anything!" I said, angry that she felt responsible.
"YES I DO, DAMON. I DESERVE ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS TO ME." She shouted.
"No you-"
"YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU DON'T GET ANYTHING! I'M THE REASON MY BROTHER AND SISTER ARE DEAD, I'M THE REASON MY MOM LEFT, I CAUSED EVERYTHING TO HAPPEN!" she cried.
"What? How could you say that?" I asked. She couldn't possibly be the reason for anything!
"My brother and sister died because of me! It began when I was three, and I wanted a doll I saw on tv."
*Flashback*-
"Bwee! Bwee! Etan!Etan!" 3 year old Holly squeeled, running around the house to find her brother and sister.
"Bweeeeeee?Etaaaan?" she questioned.
16 year old Ethan sneaked up behind her and scooped her in the air, followed by 15 year old Bree."What do you need little booger?" he joked.
"Guess what tomowow is?" she giggled, excited.
"Hmm…. Spaghetti night? Taco night?" asked Bree.
"Nooooo!" Holly chorused.
"This is a hard one….. is it… your birthday?" Ethan asked, laughing.
"Wes! Guess what I want?" Holly asked.
"Some clothes?" joked Bree.
She scrunched up her face. "Eewww! No! I want a Molly Dolly!" she cheered.
"Molly Dolly?" Ethan questioned.
"Wes! It a dolly I saw on tv! She has pwetty blonde hair and I want her!" chided Holly.
"How much do you want her?" Bree giggled.
Holly held her hands as far apart as she could. "Dis much! Pweassee!" she persuaded.
"We'll see. But I still think clothes are a great idea." Joked Ethan.
"No cwothes!" squeeled Holly, running off.
Later, Ethan and Bree met in the kitchen. "Want to go out and get Holly that Dolly Jolly or whatever she wanted?" asked Ethan, smiling. "She really seems to want it, I think we should throw our money together and get it for her. By the way, it's Molly Dolly!" Bree said, laughing. "Ok, ok, Molly Dolly." He laughed. "Let's go, I'll grab my keys." "Ok, meet ya in the car." Replied Bree.
*End of flashback*-
"I could hear them having that conversation from the stairs, secretly eavesdropping. I was jumping around, excited. I finally managed to go to bed, but I woke up to the doorbell ringing. It was a police officer, he said that Bree and Ethan were hit by a drunk driver on the way home. The collision was head on, they were killed instantly." She explained quietly.
"I'm sorry. But it wasn't your fault. It was the drunk drivers." I persuaded.
"No, if I hadn't annoyed them about the stupid Molly Dolly, they would have never been in the wreck. They would still be here. That's when mom left, said she couldn't stand the sight of me after I killed her son and daughter. I guess dad blames me, but he has a right." She convinced.
"No. He has no right, it wasn't your fault." I told her.
"No, it is. I'm going to sleep. Night." She said.
"Goodnight." I replied, letting her sleep.