The Salvatore Sister
Chapter Sixteen – Double Agent
Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries.
As soon as I gained some composure I was off to find my little brother, the one Katherine had apparently left in a not so good state. It wasn't too difficult to find him – I could smell his blood from miles away, and the stench really did make me feel sick knowing that Katherine had hurt my brother. I just knew he was okay – call it sibling instinct – but the thought that he was hurt made me want to tear Katherine apart; the fear of her and the reluctance to act against her was long gone by this point. As I made my way up the hill towards my brother's position, Elena was just walking down the hill in my direction; she glanced at me quickly before she snapped her head back to look at the ground. I loved how scared of me she was and how unstable she considered me – it was fun.
"Hey, Elena," I all but chirped at her.
"Go away, Amelia," she muttered back without looking at me, barely audible but she knew I had heard.
I chuckled slightly at Elena's comment before continuing my walk up to my brothers. "So, what's it gonna be, huh?" Damon was asking a sitting down – and completely okay – Stefan, his tone mocking, "Fight to the death? Go ahead. Make your threat. Stake your claim."
"Uh- I don't think so," I announced my arrival and both my brother's heads snapped around to look at me.
"Nice of you to join us, Lia," Damon muttered sarcastically, "Your boy toy bored of you already?"
"Ha. Ha," I answered simply, and without voicing the many snappy retorts running through my mind I turned to my little brother, "I heard you were hurt..."
Stefan didn't answer for a second, he just looked at me suspiciously, "How did you know I was hurt?..."
"I- uh-" Oh crap. Just tell them. "I smelled your blood."
"Right..." Stefan murmured, disbelievingly.
"Geez, relax, Stef," Damon stuck up for me, although he was still looking at me oddly, "It's not like Lia would lie to us."
I tried to make my gulp less audible. But failed miserably. Guilt spread through every vessel of my body as I looked between my two brothers. Why couldn't I just tell them? Because I'm a stupid, stupid coward. Damon was giving me a look that screamed 'we'll talk about this later' and Stefan was just studying me with skewed eyes.
"So... what were you guys doing?" I asked, trying desperately to change the conversation and stop them looking at me with accusing glares.
"Well, we-" Stefan began.
"We were gonna fight, weren't we, Stef?" Damon teased, clenching his hands into fists mockingly.
"I'm not gonna fight you," Stefan replied.
"Good, thank you, Stefan," I said.
"Why?" Damon asked, looking utterly perplexed, "I'd fight me."
"Katherine is going to try to play us against each other," Stefan explained, "You do know that right? All three of us."
"Brother," Damon began, "Don't you worry - our bond is unbreakable."
"She's not getting between us, Stef," I told him, "Unlike some other, very similar looking sl-"
"We need to stay united against her," Stefan interrupted me, throwing me a warning look in the process, "So yes, as much as I would like to kill you, I'm not going to fight you."
"I kissed Elena," Damon blurted out at Stefan, trying to get a reaction out of our little brother.
"Damon, don't-" I moaned in frustration putting a warning hand on his arm.
"Because you feel something for her!" Stefan snapped, stepping closer to Damon, "Because you actually care. And I'm not gonna let Katherine coming here destroy that part of you that is finally, after all this time, willing to feel something."
"At what cost Stefan?" I piped up, my voice sounded desperate and pleading, and he turned around to face me, "By being in love with, Elena? By pining after her when he watches you with her? How is that healthy? How is that fair, Stefan?"
Stefan studied me for a moment before agreeing, "Fine. Then focus on Amelia. Focus on how much you care for her and love her. Katherine will try to break you, she will try to break us and how we respond to that will define us. So no, I'm not going to fight you."
Wow, had Stefan been taking lessons in melodramatics from his girlfriend? I watched him as he turned around and left, leaving me standing next to my twin brother. Suddenly, the air felt very awkward between us, the last time I'd seen him earlier today we had argued again.
"We need to talk, Amelia," Damon murmured.
"Yeah, we do," I agreed, still watching where Stefan had disappeared.
"I hate arguing with you," my brother sighed, "I really hate it."
"Me too," I said, still not glancing at him.
"We need to sort this out," Damon began, "We need to be each other's first priority and clear whatever's going on between us."
I finally looked at him, "We need to be each other's first priority?"
"Yes, we do," my twin confirmed.
I watched his face, he was looking at me with so much seriousness in his eyes that I had came to get used to in this vampirism state he was in – seriousness was something the old Damon rarely met with.
"So, you would really put me before Elena?" I asked him, quite distraught that I actually had to ask, that I thought it were even possible that Damon would put someone before me.
"Without hesitation," Damon replied, without... well... hesitation.
"Actions speak louder than words, D'," I said, although the teasing tone to my voice was easily recognisable.
"Then I'll do anything," he said quickly, "Whatever you want me to do to prove that you'll always be first for me."
"Anything?" I asked with a smirk, ideas already zooming through my mind at light speed.
"Anything," Damon confirmed, "You're my twin sister, Amelia. And my best friend. That will always come first."
"Family comes first," I murmured looking away, and then glanced back at him quickly, "Which includes Stefan."
"Yeah right..." Damon muttered, rolling his eyes.
I rolled my eyes then elbowed him in the ribs, "You love him, Damon. Don't even try to deny it."
"I wasn't going to," Damon said and I looked at him in surprise, "Because that idea is so stupid I'm not even going to respond."
"Whatever you say, Damon," I smiled, mocking him.
"I've got an idea," my twin brother announced, "Tomorrow, you and me. We do some sibling... re-bonding. Nothing else."
"Is that a promise?" I asked.
"That is indeed a promise."
"Cross your heart?"
"I cross my heart."
"Good," I beamed, "No creepy, brother's girlfriend stalking? No crazy Mystic Falls drama? Just you and me, causing some twin havoc?"
"That sounds perfect."
Damon and I began some of our twin-bonding early, hanging around in the Lockwood mansion, launching olives full-speed at unsuspecting elderly townspeople. We hadn't mentioned Elena, Katherine, or Damon and Stefan's new found feud, and it really felt like everything was going back to the way it used to be. I was laughing so hard I felt like my ribs were going to snap in two as we both headed towards the door of the mansion, adorning our leather jackets, joking and mocking each other the whole way. It was dark outside by now and we were some of the very few people still left at the estate. As we went to leave over the front porch, Karen – or was it Carol? – Lockwood stopped us in our paths.
"Damon? Amelia?" the woman called and I was quite surprised she knew my name.
"Hello, Carol," Damon smiled, his tone very polite as he addressed the mayor's widow. Carol, I had been right the second time.
"Thank you so much for coming, Damon," Carol smiled at my brother, "It really means a lot."
"It was no problem, Carol, honestly," my brother replied, his friendly voice sounding so false to me, "You know I'm always here for you."
"You have been so good to this family and this town, Damon," Carol grinned, I could be wrong but she looked almost flirtatious – didn't her husband just die?
"It was my honor, Carol," Damon replied, "It's my job."
"And Amelia, I want to thank you for helping Tyler out today," Carol turned her attention to me, "And I was wondering if I could maybe speak to you?"
"Now?..." I asked, unsure.
"If that would be alright?" Carol asked, "I'm sure your big brother wouldn't mind waiting on you for five minutes?"
"No problem," Damon said quickly although I knew he was lying. I could anticipate this conversation would be about Tyler and I knew he wouldn't be sticking around afterwards.
"Would you like to come through, Amelia?" Carol asked, looking at me like I was a sixteen year old or something. Oh wait...
I followed behind Carol, tucking my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket, and couldn't help but scuff my combat boots along the ground more than once. Carol led me through to a little parlour that looked very similar to the late mayor's study I had been in earlier and I knew that room was next door when I recognised the hallway outside.
"I just wanted to say thank you again for being with Tyler for support today," Carol told me, "He's going through a rough time even though he won't admit it, and I think having someone like you as a permanent fixture in his life would help him."
Was she arranging a marriage between us two or something? Then I felt a cold sense of déjà vu.
Mystic Falls, 1854
The Salvatores and the Lockwoods all sat around our fine dinner table in our parlour. Business conversation flowed between Mayor Lockwood and my father; my mother and the mayor's wife were discussing some big scandal that had happened between a boy in the Fell family and a servant girl or something; a six year old Stefan was sitting swirling his food around his plate, making mountains of food; and I sat awkwardly between my twin brother and Julien Lockwood.
"So, Amelia," Julien began and I audibly gulped, "How was your day?"
"It was very well, thank you," I answered simply.
"Are you doing much tomorrow?" Julien asked.
"Well, Damon and I were planning on taking a walk down to the Falls tomorrow," I replied, keeping my tone polite and formal.
"I was wondering if you would spend your time with me tomorrow," Julien stated bluntly.
"It is lovely to see you two becoming familiar with each other," Julien's mother commented and my eyebrows rose. I had hardly said two words to him but yet we were 'becoming familiar with each other'.
"I hardly think we are becoming familiar with each other, Mrs. Lockwood," I spoke my mind.
"Amelia!" my mother scalded me but everyone ignored her.
"Well I am sure that you will become familiar with each other in due time," Mrs. Lockwood stated as if it was a completely normal statement, "In enough time for the wedding."
I choked on inhaled breath and I heard Damon splutter beside me.
"The w-w-wedding?" I stuttered.
"Yes, dear," Mrs. Lockwood grinned, "I was thinking a summer wedding; we could hold it out on the lawn at the estate. It will be beautiful."
"Mother-" Julien said, his tone sounding agitated and full of warning.
"I mean this as no insult to Julien or your family but I don't really feel the need to get married right now," I spoke up, looking down at my hands clasped in my lap, I could almost hear my father's teeth grinded and I could feel my mother's embarrassment radiating off her – but I could also hear Damon quietly sniggering beside me.
"Well, of course you do, dear," Mrs. Lockwood smiled sympathetically, like I belonged in an asylum or something, "You, your mother and I will begin plans as soon as possible."
It was too bad for Mrs. Lockwood that I went missing before she could host her ideal wedding for her son...
Lockwood Estate, Present Day
"I think you have the wrong idea, Mrs. Lockwood," I replied, "Tyler and I are really just friends."
Friends who tried to kiss twice in one day. Shut up brain.
"Amelia, I'm not that oblivious," Carol smiled, "I saw you two out on the porch earlier."
"Oh."
"And I've seen the way he looks at you, he really does like you," Carol told me, and I swore my cheeks flushed pink.
"He looks at me like... that?" I asked before I could stop myself.
Carol smiled at me knowingly, "Don't worry, Amelia, he-"
I heard the racket before Carol did, and my rush from the room stopped her from telling me how she thought her son had a crush on me – I kinda figured that already. I walked into the next door room just as Tyler smashed up a framed photograph then turned and threw the contents of the desk onto the floor.
"Ty? What the hell are you doing?" I all but yelped.
He turned and looked at me with an angry, animalistic yet strangely passionate look on his face and deep in his brown eyes that so many wrong images flashed through my mind that I was ashamed had even come close to entering my head. I heard Carol enter the room behind me and heard her gasp audibly.
"Tyler!" she shrieked, "What are you doing?"
"I hate him," Tyler grumbled, pacing and breathing heavily.
We all knew who the 'him' he was referring to was.
"Oh, don't say that," Carol sighed, going to attempt to comfort her only son.
"Let go of me!" Tyler all but exploded, pushing his mom back in the process. Lucky enough for him she landed on the couch behind him.
I stepped forward and grabbed his wrists, trying to restrain him. At first he tried to fight against me, but then the anger on his face was replaced with confusion when I easily overpowered him.
"Calm down, Tyler," I used a voice so comforting and soothing that I was surprised I managed it.
"I can't, Mia," Tyler replied, sounding so vulnerable and pleading with her, still trying to pry away my vice grip around his wrists, "I can't. I hate him. I can't."
"Tyler, you don't-"
But my mission to calm him down was thwarted when two hands pushed me out of the way and I, very surprisingly, went stumbling to the side. I looked around just in time to see Tyler being tackled to the ground by his uncle Mason. For a moment confusion washed over me when I realised that Mason had managed to throw me out of the way, but then was replaced with anger when I saw Tyler struggling again, all my calming efforts pretty much out the window.
"Hey, got off him!" I called but wasn't heard over the noise of the two men's struggle, you could almost smell the testosterone in the air.
"Let go of me!" Tyler shouted, still fighting to get Mason off him.
I would've intervened had Carol not wrapped a protective arm around me; it would be a little suspicious if a small sixteen year old girl managed to separate two big, muscular guys without breaking a sweat.
Mason and Tyler continued to struggle until my friend finally settled down when Mason ushered the words: "Tyler! Look at me, look at me. Calm down, settle down."
Tyler suddenly became still on the floor with Mason still pinning him down. Carol breathed a sigh of relief and I looked down at Tyler in shock.
"I think you should get out of here," Mason said, not looking at me, although I knew it was directed at me.
Tyler's uncle slowly got off his nephew and turned to look at me with a glare so hostile I could hardly believe it.
"Mason!" Carol scaled.
"No, Mia," Tyler intercepted, rising from the floor slowly, "Please don't go."
Mason ignored the two other Lockwoods and continued to glare at me, "This is a family matter. It would be best if you left."
"No-"
"It's alright, Ty," I said, not taking my eyes off Mason, "I was just leaving anyway."
With one last glare at Mason I turned on my heel and stalked out the mansion and into the cool night air, endless questions running through my mind.
Tyler...
I had no idea what had just happened to me. Despite today being my dad's memorial service I hadn't felt this happy in a while. And I knew my newfound happiness could be summed up into one little world: Mia.
I don't know why I felt like this about her, I wasn't the type to get 'crushes' – I hooked up with girls, that was it. There was just something about her that was so different, and I guess the way she was a complete bitch to me when we first met only intrigued me more. Not to mention she's smoking hot.
I hated the fact she had seen me so mad, it was actually embarrassing. I didn't know why I had suddenly got so mad. Sure, I was mad at my dad but the rage I had felt was just so out of the blue. It happened occasionally, but usually the girl I really liked wasn't around to witness it.
She had managed to calm me down, which surprised the hell out of me. When she'd held my wrists and soothed me I had felt a huge part of my rage fade away, but maybe that was because confusion had taken over at how strong the chick was. Like, unbelievably strong.
And what was with my uncle and Amelia? He seemed to really hate her. But I was proud that she hadn't let the guy intimidate her – she had glared right back at him. Man, she's such a bad-ass – and did I mention smoking hot?
"Your mom's out," I heard a voice behind me announce the arrival of my uncle, "I think she popped a couple of pharmaceuticals."
"I didn't mean to freak her out. Or freak Mia out," I sighed, "I don't know why I get like this."
"It's the curse of being a Lockwood," Mason shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.
"Then how come you got the chill gene?" I asked with the envy apparent in my tone.
"I didn't," Mason answered, "I've just learned how to manage it."
"I don't want to be like this anymore," I muttered, sounding embarrassingly vulnerable – something that had been happening a lot recently.
"None of us do," my uncle replied, "That's why it's a curse, Ty."
"Yeah..." I muttered sadly.
"Speaking of curses..." Mason began, "What's the deal with you and the Salvatore girl?"
I studied him with a wary look before answering, "She's a good friend of mine. She's been great."
"You like her?" Mason asked, almost afraid to hear my answer.
"Well duh," I chuckled, "Have you seen her?"
"Yeah, I have," Mason muttered, "I think you should stay away from her."
I laughed because I seriously thought he was joking, and when he didn't crack a smile I asked, "You're kidding, right?"
"I'm not, Ty," Mason shook his head, "You should stay away from her."
"Why?"
"Because she's a Salvatore," he answered like I was stupid to have missed it.
"And what's that got to do with it?" I asked, "You not get along with her big brother or something?"
"Something like that," Mason said and I couldn't help but shake the feeling that he was hiding something.
"Look, her brother is a bit of a dick but whatever's going on between you two should stay between you two," I told him bluntly, "I'm not going to stop seeing Mia until she tells me she doesn't want to see me anymore. She's a good friend of mine and I really like her so no, I'm not going to stay away."
Amelia...
I arrived back home – yes, the Boarding House was now my home – to an empty house. Damon and Stefan had obviously gone somewhere and I would bet everything I owned – which really wasn't a lot – that one of them was with Elena. So, I sat down and waited, getting lost in my thoughts.
What had happened with Tyler earlier tonight? That rage wasn't normal teenage boy rage, it was something else. And what was the deal with mysterious mister Mason? No way would I ever be scared or intimidated by the dude but the way he seemed to loathe me really made me suspicious. Did he know about...? No, he couldn't. It was impossible.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone coming crashing into the house. I stood up to see who had disturbed my quiet, thinking time and was surprised when I saw a very upset looking Damon come stumbling into the living room.
"Damon?" I asked, tentatively as I approached him but received no response from my twin brother.
He picked up a whiskey glass and I waited for him to pour himself out a glass but I couldn't help but yelp in surprise when he threw it full-force against the wall above the fireplace.
"Damon!" I yelled, "What the hell happened?"
When I again received no answer, I ran up to him in vampire speed and grabbed his shoulders a little more roughly than necessary.
"Damon! Talk to me!" I begged, "What happened?"
"I killed him."
I felt my blood run cold. No. He didn't... He wouldn't kill him, would he?
"Who?" I squeaked, "Who did you kill?"
"Jeremy."
I felt myself puff out a sigh of relief but then felt bad immediately. Jeremy had been so nice to me earlier, he didn't deserve to die – but then again, who does? Elena certainly won't be too happy with my twin brother now will she? Of course she won't. He killed her baby brother. If someone killed Stefan... I can't even think about that.
"Why did you kill him, Damon?" I asked, my voice soft, trying to pull him into some sort of hug.
"Because they don't love me," Damon said through gritted teeth.
"Damon..." I sighed, letting his body slump against mine as I pulled him onto the sofa.
He felt so small and vulnerable in my arms as I held my twin brother. I didn't concentrate on what had got him into this dead state, all I focused on was my suddenly fragile brother in my arms who needed me...
AUTHOR'S NOTE.
I am so sorry for the wait guys. I really am. Life got in the way, which is my excuse every chapter so I really am sorry. All schools in my area were closed because of severe weather conditions so I sat down and wrote this - it took way longer than it should of but ah well, you have it now.
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