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-MySecretHeartbreak
"Crystal clear as always, Klaus," drawls Damon, sarcasm heavy in his voice.
"Good." I flash him a smile – more baring my teeth than anything – and get up to leave.
On my way out, I notice a petite redhead exiting as well. Her scent didn't have me raring to kill, but I was hungry. I followed her outside, and bumped into her accidentally. She turns, prepared to give me a mouthful of abuse, but upon seeing me she stops, her mouth open ready to retort.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry," she twitters, smoothing her hair, and smiling in what she thinks is a seductive manner.
"Not at all love, it was entirely my fault," I return the smile, mine more predatory. I fixate my eyes on hers, compelling her.
Follow me.
Round the back of the grill is a small alley. As I make my way around there she tails me, like a lost puppy. I feel my fangs break through and my eyes redden as heat surges through my veins. I spin around and sink my teeth into her jugular, while she stands there stupidly.
When I've finished, I let her fall and wipe my mouth in disgust. Smokers. Their blood is filled with tar and nicotine – it tastes rancid. Nonetheless I am what I am, and blood is blood.
I stash her body behind the large bins; it will be a while before they're emptied. No doubt the scavenging wildlife of urban mystic falls will find her before any human does.
As I walk out into the daylight once more, and along the cracked pavement I think back to what this place used to be like. Miles and miles of greenery, forests so thick you could lose yourself. Masses of caves. No concrete giants, no petrol guzzling cars, no poisonous power stations. Just nature. I preferred it back then.
Ahead of me I see a shape. A girl – a woman. She stares straight at me, and then turns as though to walk away, but she moves slowly, like walking through water. She wants me to follow.
I begin to walk slightly faster. I could catch her in seconds if I really wanted to, but I'll play along. I've nothing better to do.
She turns a corner, then another and seems to pick up the pace. Down another road, across a street and through an alley. We come out near the woods. She walks fast, far ahead and disappears through the trees. I take a moment to look around; I remember this place. Beneath my feet are a series of tunnels, Elijah and I used to play here as children.
It's now that I see what the mystery person was trying to show me. Several feet from the spot where I am stood, is a body. A rather dead body. A rather dead body of a young girl.
She has been mutilated; her heart ripped right out of her chest.
It's quite good work actually; it reminds me of the time just after Katerina had escaped. I would take my frustration out on the villagers, and leave their mangled bodies lying around as a warning, should she ever return.
None of the blood has been drunk though. Not a vampire then.
Abandoning the body I returned to my 'family' home. Rebekah was still sprawled lazily in the living room; however her bit on the side from the previous evening had been removed.
"Thank you, sister." I acknowledge her, she simply nods in response and turns the television on.
The archaic front door clicked open, and a very solemn looking Elijah entered, followed by a glowering Stefan Salvatore.
"Ah, the younger Salvatore. Come to accuse me of something? You're too late, your brother beat you to it," I grin at him but it's empty, false. I'm too good at pretending.
"Actually, no," stated Elijah reservedly, as always the peace keeper, the martyr and ridiculously diplomatic.
"No?" I question mockingly, dropping down into one of the plush armchairs. I tilt my head and feign interest "Well do enlighten me,"
"I just came to tell you that Sheriff Forbes contacted me earlier. I'm guessing Damon 'enlightened' you about the recent deaths?" Stefan said in his usual serious tones, sarcasm dripping heavily from his words. I gratify him with a curt nod and narrow my eyes. He takes the hint and replies more politely, although still sourly.
At this point Elijah – ever the one with the perfect manners – asks Stefan to take a seat. He declines and instead moves to lean against the wall next to the fire place. Elijah disappears into the kitchen.
"Do go on, I'm enthralled," I drawl sardonically.
"Well, Sheriff Forbes found a weapon. It had-"
"Oh fabulous, the woman actually did her job. Thankyou for this fascinating story Stefan," interrupts Rebekah sweetly, baring her teeth in a threatening smile "but unfortunately I have a lot more pressing things to do. Like watching paint dry." She swept off the sofa and glided out of the room, shattering her elegant exit by slamming the door after her and causing several paintings to fall from the wall.
"You taught her well, Klaus. She certainly never learned that amount of insolence and sarcasm from me." Stated Elijah returning, and occupying Rebekah's recently vacated seat with a paper in his hand.
"Anyway," started Stefan again, seemingly unsure as to whether he'd ever actually finish his story "she found a weapon. And they found prints; Elena's prints."
I raise my eyebrows a fraction; mildly intrigued.
"And?" I enquire, leaning forward to rest my hands on my knees "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because Elena was with either Alaric, Damon or at school at the times of the murders. It couldn't have been her."
"Well then she is in the clear! Everybody wins," I lean back, and place my hands behind my head.
"Not quite," Elijah continues "the only other plausible suspect, is Katherine."