The Salvatore Sister

Chapter Twenty-Three – The Hangover

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Waking up the next morning was a pretty unusual experience for me; because, to be frank, I didn't know where the hell I was. That is, until the memories of yesterday started to come back – for the most part... I remembered being with Stefan and Caroline – watching them tear into cute, little bunnies; and then I remember being at the swimming hole with that guy Thomas, or Trevor, or something like that (it had definitely began with a 't'); and then Stefan, Caroline and I had had a little run in with Uncle Doggy, Tyler had appeared and seemingly saved my life (even though he couldn't remember doing so since Stefan said he would 'take care of it', whether that meant Tyler forgetting we had been there, or forgetting the whole wolf incident altogether, I dunno); and then I had started crying in the street and Tyler found me. But the time between being stared down by my BFF Mason and weirdly breaking down on the side-walk was a complete blank – and that scared the hell out of me.

I sat up in the unfamiliar bed I was in and ran a hand through my unruly dark curls as I took in my surroundings. The room I was in was pretty standard-issue but still managed to look pretty extravagant; like the kind of room you would find in a posh, five star hotel, and it smelled of a mixture of furniture polish and dust – as contradictory as that sounds. I was obviously in one of the many spare bedrooms in the Lockwood mansion, and by the smell of it I was the first person to use this room in a long time.

It is very unlikely that I got so wasted yesterday that I forgot what happened that led up to my um...break down... and Tyler finding me. Can vampires even get that drunk? And I can't remember even drinking yesterday – well, drinking alcohol – so surely my sudden memory loss wasn't induced by the intake of alcohol.

With a sigh, I pushed back the covers of the bed, noting that was still in the same clothes from yesterday – sans my leather jacket and shoes – and was kind of surprised that Tyler hadn't taken the opportunity to perv on me. Only joking, the kid had been surprisingly gentle about the confusing state he'd found me in last night that the thought of it gave me a funny feeling in my stomach. Shaking the idea that I in fact had butterflies in my stomach, I stood up and stretched out my muscles before padding along the hardwood floor to the door – haha that rhymed, Amelia. I stopped in confusion when the strangely familiar voice that I knew wasn't my own sprung up in my mind; but the thought was soon driven from my mind when I spotted my knight in shining armour making his way up the stairs.

"Oh, you're awake," Tyler noted – no shit Sherlock – "I was just coming to check on you..."

Despite myself, I felt a smile start to form on my lips and the strange-ass feeling in my stomach was back ten-fold.

"Thank you for last night," I said awkwardly after a few moments silence, "And I'm sorry you had to see me like that."

"It's cool," Tyler shrugged, although to me it sounded like he was a bit on edge, "I mean, we all get that wasted once in our lives, right?"

"Um- right..."

"Speaking of," Tyler began, "I'm sure you'll want some meds for your hangover."

To avoid any questioning from Tyler, I played up having a hangover and accepted the medicine he gave me once he'd led me to the bathroom. Although pretending to have a hangover was easier said than done since I'd never actually had one before. It's a lot harder for vamps to get pissed so we never wake up with the sore heads tied with being hungover – I'm sure we wouldn't have one even if a vampire managed to consume that level of alcohol; and when I had been human I'd never been permitted to drink anything remotely close to alcohol. Once Tyler had given me the meds and I'd swallowed them Tyler led me back into the hallway where we both stood there rather unsure of what to do in our current situation.

"Do you want me to give you a ride home or do you want to hang here for a while?" Tyler asked, looking rather nervous for some reason or another, "I mean, last night you were totally against going anywhere near your house."

"I was?" I asked incredulously, straining my memory, trying to remember why I was 'totally against going anywhere near my house' – was that the reason I had been crying?

Tyler chuckled a little at my apparent drunken memory loss before he replied, "Yeah, something about not wanting to face your brothers. Did you get into a fight with them, or something?"

"I must have..." I said quietly, trailing my sentence off at the end. Me fighting with my brothers seemed highly likely now-a-days, it seemed like we couldn't go a day without being at each other's throats – that would be a valid excuse for me being so upset last night, although it doesn't explain the blank I drew up whenever I tried to think about what happened before that.

"You can hang here if you want," Tyler suggested again, making it obvious that was his preferred option, "I'm not doing anything today so..."

"Nice to know I'm first option," I teased, to which Tyler smirked a little, before I continued, "I guess I could stay here for a while. I mean, if I did fight with my brothers I'm sure they're not going to want to see me for a while."

"Great," Tyler smiled, before he cleared his throat, "I mean, that's cool, if you want... We could-"

But Tyler stopped when the sound of someone moving through the hallway on the ground floor just below us interrupted.

"I'll be back in a moment," Tyler said quickly, looking a little distracted, "My room's just that one there," he pointed to a door further down the hall, "You can look through my movies or video games, or whatever. Be right back."

And with that, he hurried to the stairs and walked down them to meet whoever was downstairs. With a shrug, I followed Tyler's directions to his room and stepped inside.

Deciding to stay true to the nosy side of my character, I strained my ears to eavesdrop on the conversation that Tyler had been in a hurry to go have with whoever was downstairs – that I was going to take a wild guess and say was my favourite wolf-man.

"Hey, Mason, got a second?" Tyler said from downstairs, proving my guess correct.

"No, man, barbeque at Jenna Sommers' house," Mason answered.

"Come on man," Tyler replied, "Give me two minutes, alright? You can't keep dodging me. I'm freaking out over here."
"Tyler, what do you want me to say, man?" Mason asked, "Yes, I turn into a wolf. No, it's not gonna happen to you."

"How do you know that?" Tyler asked the same question that had just flashed through my mind.

"Because you're not gonna trigger the curse," Mason answered simply, "Your dad didn't know anything about any of this, neither did I until it happened to me."

"How does it get triggered?" Tyler asked, again the same question that I had been thinking.

"Ignorance is bliss, trust me."

"You blow back into town with some supernatural family secret and you expect me to not ask questions?" Tyler replied.

"I can't say anything more, I'm sorry, Tyler," Mason told him, "It's just better for you if I don't."

There was a slight pause and the sound of a door opening before Tyler spoke up again, "You found that moonstone?" Moonstone?

"Do you know where it is?" Mason asked quickly, sounding almost desperate.

"What's so special about it?"

"I told you, it was my mom's. It's sentimental." well that was an obvious lie, "Look, just don't worry about it. Forget I even brought it up, alright?"

There was another pause as the sound of the door opening wider filled my ears until again, a voice sounded, carrying on the conversation.

"Oh, and I'd appreciate it if you got the Salvatore girl out the house by the time I get back," Mason commanded, and I couldn't help but smirk, "Next time you want to hide a girl in your room, don't leave her jacket lying downstairs for everyone to see."

"Duly noted," Tyler muttered back sarcastically.

And with that Mason left the house, leaving a weird silence in his wake. It was a few moments before there was the sound of Tyler's footfalls making their way up the stairs – two at a time by the sound of it – down the hall, and then into the room. I looked up from where I had positioned myself in a crouch in front of his careless tower of DVDs – that looked like they were about to fall over – and smiled involuntarily as Tyler entered the room.

"Sorry 'bout the mess in here," Tyler muttered as he not-so-subtly kicked a pair of boxers underneath his bed, "You picked a movie?"

"Um...yeah," I said kinda dumbly, picking a DVD at random and gently pulling it out of the pile trying to avoid a DVD avalanche, handing the case to Tyler.

"'The Godfather'?" Tyler asked with a smile, "I knew there was a reason I liked you."

"Yeah, well, you didn't have 'Twilight'," I joked, standing up and walking over to the bed to take a seat, as Tyler put the DVD in the player.

"Please tell me you're joking..." Tyler said, mocking horror, but I could see a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Duh," I laughed, making myself comfy as I sat against the headboard of Tyler's bed, "Although, I do like the wolves..."

"You do?" Tyler asked, looking both amused and a little wary. This could be fun.

"Yeah," I answered, "Werewolves are incredibly sexy."

"You think so?" Tyler asked with amusement as he came to sit beside me, the remote in hand for his plasma screen TV.

"Mhmm," I replied, moving to sit up with my legs crossed in a basket, "If I were to meet a werewolf in real life, god, the things I would do to him must be illegal..."

Tyler coughed as if he was suddenly choking on air and I smirked in satisfaction as I watched him try to recover before he murmured, "You don't say..."

I just smiled and settled back once more against the headboard as Tyler pressed play on the movie. I didn't really pay much attention to the movie, instead I discreetly watched Tyler and he was none the wiser. I couldn't help but have that funny butterfly feeling in my stomach again as his arm came to rest on the headboard behind my head, and it slowly made its way down until it was resting across my shoulders. So I decided to just bite the bullet and shuffle closer to Tyler and lean my head against his shoulder, to which he responded by tightening his arm around me. It was weird, as Tyler and I sat and watched the 1970s movie I felt like a teenager for the first time in too long, I felt like an old version of myself.

About half way into the movie there was a buzzing sound that interrupted my thoughts that had little to do with the action on screen and a lot to do with Tyler.

"That reminds me," Tyler said, straightening up so I was forced to do the same, the buzzing continuing, "I have your phone..." Tyler must have caught the look on my face because he hurriedly said, "Don't worry; I didn't look at it... Here."

Tyler had dug into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out my phone, the source of the buzzing, and handed it to me. I looked at the screen and read 'Damon calling', promptly pressing ignore.

"I'm gonna go get myself something to eat," Tyler told me, "Want me to bring you anything?"

"Um... whatever you're having will be fine," I smiled, although kept my eyes on my phone as I read through the messages I had received.

I felt the mattress shift as Tyler hopped off the bed and left the room, leaving me to scroll through the various messages – honestly, the amount of texts and voicemails I had was the most I'd ever had in my life. They were mostly from Damon and Stefan, but I noticed a text from an unknown number, my curiousity driving me to open it: 'Hey Amelia its Caroline. Stefan gave me ur no nd wanted me to txt u to see if ur ok? Hes worried bout u. Ok, let me or him no if ur alright. Xx'

I smiled slightly at my new friend's worry for me and decided to compose a reply, hoping that she would pass the message onto my brothers and I wouldn't have to communicate directly with them – if what Tyler said was true then I was 'mad at them'. After I'd typed out my reply I pressed send and went onto to open some of the texts from my brothers; they were all very similar, the standard 'Are you okay? Where are you?' was a recurring theme, until I got to Damon's latest text 'If you're at the dog's house, I'm going to kill him.' Deciding that I'd best just call Damon and put him out of his misery – that and his last text pissed me off – I clicked the call button.

"Amelia... Where are you? I'll come and get you," Damon said quickly, picking up on the first ring.

"No need, bro," I replied, "I'm fine."

"I don't care, I'm coming to get you anyway," Damon said and I could actually hear him moving around as if he was walking to find me.

"Damon, I think you're forgetting I'm a one hundred and sixty nine year old vampire. I think I can look after myself," I told him.

"Not around a freaking werewolf you can't, Lia," Damon snipped back, sounding almost desperate.

"Tyler's not a werewolf," I answered.

"What are you talking about?" Damon asked, "Of course he is. The dick, Mason is."

"Yeah, I overheard them talking about it," I told him, "Something about triggering the curse to become a werewolf."

"Did they say how you trigger the curse?" Damon replied, sounding suddenly interested.

"Ty asked but Mason didn't tell him," I answered, "He said 'ignorance is bliss', so it must not be too pleasant."

"Maybe I can get it out of him," Damon murmured more to himself, "He's at Jenna's barbeque with me."

"Right..." I said simply, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Right now sis, that doesn't really mean anything..."

"True," I smiled, "Oh, and before I forget; they mentioned something about a moonstone. Mason's after it, he claimed it had sentimental value but I'm not so sure."

"Maybe having you at the Lockwood dog-house isn't such a bad idea after all," Damon smirked.

"I'm not here for you, remember that, Damon," I told him sternly.

"Yeah, it's 'cause of your little crush on... Mason's coming, I'll call you later..."

And with that he hung up, and it was lucky to because I had been so involved with my conversation with Damon that I hadn't even noticed Tyler making his way back up the stairs and he was now walking back into the room, carrying a variety of snacks.

"I wasn't sure what you'd like so I just brought up a couple of things," Tyler smiled as he put the food on the bed in front of me; pretzels, chips, candy and rootbeers, "And I was gonna bring up the regular beer but considering your experience last night I figured it wouldn't be a good idea."

"Shut up," I moaned as I picked up the packet of pretzels, "But whatever, food is food."

Tyler grinned as he pulled the cap off a rootbeer and handed it to me, before doing the same thing to his own. We clinked the bottles together and grinned at each other as we both took a swig – both silently toasting us...

AUTHOR'S NOTE.

You know I could list off every excuse in the book as to why this was so late but I don't think you guys will really accept my excuses, I'm a horrible horrible author. I left you guys for a month with nothing and then gave you this pathetic excuse for a chapter. There wasn't much I could do with it, since this is just to join the last chapter to the next which is going to explain some things and be important and all that jazz.

Quick thing: it's six days until Damon's birthday and that means six days until Amelia's obviously. But want to hear the funny thing? It's six days until mine. It's so ironic that Amelia's got the same birthday as me. Haha I found it funny. Okay...

Thank you to everyone who reviewed, it was my most reviews in a while and it made me so happy :)

Dove L Salvatore ngl, your review did make me get off my ass and write, I hope you liked it. And as for your question, I personally don't hate Elena that much, there are moments when I dislike her but on the whole she is a good heroine. It's Amelia that hates Elena that much, for reasons I've tried to explain. All the Elena bashing is all Amelia's fault, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, Amelia's just a bitch that way :)
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thank you for the name suggestion :)
i'm in the looney bin Mmmmmaybe. It'll all be explained soon :)
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klaufia Just want to say I love how long your reviews are, they make me smile. Long reviews are good :)
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Niki The buzzing will be explained in due time :) and Amelia and Tyler's relationship will not be going fast at all, right now they don't even have a relationship - maybe one day. Right now, Amelia's just adjusting to actually liking someone :)
Unknown Haha very good guess, it'll be explained soon :)
xInsanelySarcastic Haha siding with Mia over Smolderhalder's alter ego? Thanks as always :)
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