So new chapter, yay?

Yeah, my life's pretty busy right now with school and everything so I might not be able to update as often.

Anyways, I don't own Vampire Diaries.

Scarlett's POV

I just sat there as I heard Stefan's footsteps coming closer to me. I sighed and wished I was back when he was just a little kid and I treated him like my little brother.

I wished that he could have grown up and lived like a normal human instead of having gown through this. I blamed myself for what happened to him and his brother, if I wasn't too scared to confront Klaus I would have been able to save them from a life like this one. If I would have told them the truth about her, about what kind of person she was this wouldn't be happening.

But it was and nothing I could do now would change that, we were all here and nothing would ever, could ever, make it different.

To top it all off I had gotten one of my closest friends killed, my fault. My fault, Klaus and Jules too but mostly mine, if I could have been here I would have saved her. But I wasn't, and she was gone.

"Gone." I let the word sink in as I stared down at the bottle in my hand, Rose was gone. She wasn't coming back, never.

I didn't bother turn to face Stefan as he sat in the chair where Bonnie had been sitting at. "You okay?"

I didn't answer -couldn't- for the fear that the whole truth would come out and I would break in front of the guy who's brother I loved.

Instead I stayed still and said nothing while he stared at me. "Look, what happened to Rose wasn't your fault. You weren't even here."

"Exactly, I wasn't here but if I was I could have done something." My eyes remained glued to the table.

"Nothing you could have done would have saved her; you should know a werewolf bite is fatal to a vampire."

"So who's fault is it? Damon for pissing of the wolf or how about her for loving Damon, is it Jules' fault for not keeping a better eye on her target? The way I see it there are two people to blame, the first one is Klaus for wanting Elena, causing Rose to want to help. The other is me for being stupid and getting the people I love hurt or killed." I closed my eyes to keep the tears from falling. "Stef, thanks for trying but there are no words you can say to make me feel better at a moment like this."

I sat at my parent's grave alone with no one around as I felt a pain in my chest. I felt like my heart was being ripped out, to speak the truth that would have been easier for me to handle then this.

I watched at my tears fell on the headstones and noticed that now along with the sadness I felt hatred, hatred to the one who had done this. The one who I had called my brother; the one that was now a monster in my eyes.

I didn't even bother to get up as I heard steps approach me for I knew them to well. "Scarlett, are you okay?"

I nodded and wiped at my tears. "I'm fine Stef."

He didn't leave but sat beside me as I cried. "They wouldn't have wanted you to be like this over their death, they would have wanted you to be strong."

I sniffled. "How could I possibly be strong when I have no one left?"

"That's not true, you still have us."

I looked up at him. "Stef, thanks for trying but there are no words you can say to make me feel better at a moment like this."

Both our eyes widened as we realized what I had just said. I quickly put my money on the counter and practically ran out of the door, the event partially sobering me up.

Sadly he caught up to me just as I got to my car. "Wait, Scarlett."

I turned to face him. "I'm sorry Stefan I have to go."

He didn't release my arm but stared at me for so long I knew he recognized me. Finally he opened his mouth. "You've been drinking a lot. It's not safe for you to drive."

I internally rolled my eyes but allowed him to grab the keys and lead me to the passenger seat. "If you don't mind, take me to the mansion. I don't want to talk to anyone right now."

He nodded and started the car heading for the woods. The awkward silence was killing me but I couldn't bring myself to say anything. Thankfully he spoke first. "Scarlett didn't really have a family after she moved, did she?"

I looked out at the city, not meeting his eyes. "No."

"Why did you lie?" He asked.

"In case you haven't noticed Stef, I'm not as alive as you think. The reason I'm still here isn't because of a witchy trick, I'm one of the undead. Like you two except I'm also part witch, a true monster." A true hybrid.

He didn't say anything until we arrived at the mansion and I practically jumped out of the car as we arrived. "Why didn't you tell any of us, why didn't you tell Damon?"

I turned to face him as I stood at the door with my keys in hand. "Listen very carefully Stefan, if Damon finds out he'll go ballistic. I don't want him to know, I'll just do what I came here to do and then be out of your hair."

I left the door open for him to come in and he easily stepped in without a problem. "Cool right? When Damon came I spelled the house so no vampires can come in without being invited, it wasn't permanent so you can come in considering no one living stays here." I grabbed the Grimoire that was on lying on the couch and sat down.

"So you're a vampire and a witch?" He asked shocked.

I nodded. "One of the undead as I've been called so many times."

He sat down beside me. "How'd you turn?"

I looked down at my hands. "I'd tell you, but the truth isn't easy to comprehend. Not even for me."

He didn't respond for a minute. "Since you were with us?"

I nodded. "Longer than that." I grabbed his hand in mine and looked up him in the eye. "Stefan, I'm an original. Almost as old as Elijah himself."

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