Third person PoV
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The youngest Salvatore brother stepped out onto the patio. His father ordered him to wear his best attire, so he stood in his full-length cream coat, glossy black shoes and white button up shirt.
The maids and servants stood to the side, watching the horse and carriage come to a stop. They all hated how their master put them on display, to try and show off his wealth. They all despised him, especially the young serving girl.
Elizabeth watched as the carriage door opened and a woman with mocha skin, beautiful brown locks and dark pink lips stepped out. Her clothes screamed wealth and confidence. A beautiful, lilac, satin dress hugged her chest and fanned out from her midsection.
The servant looked down at her filthy dress, that was two sizes too big, and full of holes. Behind the lady's back, the servant girl rolled her eyes. She watched the Salvatore brother be stunned by her beauty, as he took her hand in his, kissing the back of it gently.
Scar PoV
"Elena, breathe, and think about this there has to be a rational explanation," I try to convince her, as she sits in the driver's seat eyes wide and heavily breathing.
We're currently parked outside the Salvatore boarding house. After watching that video Elena demanded that we both go and find out what the hell is going on. But I don't want her to make a fool out of herself.
"I need to know what's going on!" She demanded.
I could tell she was bubbling up with emotions, and bad ones too. A vein prodded out on her forehead, showing her inner anger.
"Elena," I call, but she's already storming towards the house. "Think about what you're accusing him of," I plead.
This is insane.
I watch mortified as Elena bangs on the door furiously. I stand back, arms crossed looking around to see if there is anyone else who will have to witness my sister's wrath. Thankfully, nobody is around at this time of the night.
"Elena, stop, let's just go home," I try to talk her down, but the door opens.
Stefan is of course confused to see us standing at his front door, in the middle of the night.
"What are you?" She practically shouts at him.
His confusion deepens. A frown forms on his face and as he takes a step towards Elena she steps back.
Why hasn't he just answered her? Tell her she is crazy, and what a stupid question that is.
"What are you?" She repeats, her voice low and demanding.
There is a pause. I watch as Stefan looks between me and Elena, slowly nodding to himself.
"You know," He calmly points out.
Know? Know what?
"No, I don't," Elena replies, her voice still hard with anger.
"Yes you do, or you both wouldn't be here," He states, looking between us.
I look towards Elena, seeing the fear written on her face. The videotape flashed behind my eyes, the blurry picture of Stefan Salvatore from decades ago burns into my mind. He looks exactly the same...and so does the house. The evidence is right before our eyes, yet there is no rational explanation for it.
Of course, Elena had a few guesses at what it could all mean. The majority of those guesses revolved around human cloning and supernatural beings. All of which couldn't be true.
"It's not possible. It can't be," Elena refuses, shaking her head.
"Everything you know, and every belief you have is about to change, are you ready for that?" He questions, his eyes focused on Elena.
What is he talking about? I frown, confused by his choice of words. He couldn't be...could he? I don't believe in the supernatural, ghosts, werewolf, all those beings seemed like things from folklore. Stefan must have a rational explanation for this.
"What are you?" Elena repeated herself once again, standing her ground.
"Stefan?" I ask, confused I take a wary step backward.
He looks towards me with apologetic eyes, before turning to face my sister agian.
"I'm a vampire."
The first feeling that rushed through me was doubt. Vampires aren't real, this all has to be part of some elaborate joke. But then I see the pain, and anguish on his face as he said the words.
Genuine pain.
"You were right, I shouldn't have come," Elena tells me, before starting to walk towards her car.
"No, Elena please," Stefan begs, reaching out to her.
Fear spikes in me for my sister's safety and I quickly step in between them, giving Elena an opportunity to run for the car.
One minute I'm standing in front of Stefan blocking his way, then a second later I'm looking at nothing.
"How did you do that?" I hear Elena's frightened voice behind me.
Quickly turning, I'm stunned to see Stefan in front of her.
How is that possible?
"Please don't be afraid of me, there are things I need you to understand," He pleads, trying to get closer to her.
"No," She shouts while, trying to run past his grip. "Let me go!" She screams.
I run towards them, scared that he won't let her leave. But he does. I can see he's in pain, but right now all I can feel is fear towards him.
"You stay the hell away from my sister," I snap at Stefan while running to join Elena in the car.
As soon as I shut the car door she's pulling out of the driveway. Ever since our parent's death, Elena hasn't driven this crazy. I don't even think she is paying attention to the speed limit signs.
"Elena, pull over let me drive," I say calmly.
"I'm fine," She tells me, but by the crack in her voice, I can tell she's crying.
"Do you believe him?" I question.
"Of course I do, did you not see what he did back there! And the tape... He has to be," She explains, while I watched tears roll down her cheeks.
"Elena, you need to pull over before one of us gets hurt, you can't drive like this," I plead, trying to mask my fear.
I know she could never live with herself if we crashed. Not after what happened with our parents.
I let out a deep breath of relief when she pulls over, allowing us to switch places. I'm thankful that I'm sober right now, at least I know what's happened in the last few minutes wasn't a figment of my imagination.
Stefan Salvatore is a vampire.
Vampires exist.
It seemed impossible to try and wrap my head around the idea. But I couldn't deny the proof right in front of me.
Once we got out of the car Elena ran towards the house, leaving me behind. I could see how much she was panicking, so I let her go so she could have time to think about this. And that will give me time to have a much-needed drink.
Walking through the front door, I ensure it's lock, just in case Stefan tries to pay us a visit. I notice Jeremy sat on the couch, completely oblivious with his headphones in.
I wish I could do that, just shut the world out around me and be alone.
Trudging up the stairs, I make my way into my room, bolting shut my door and checking the lock on my windows. Maybe I'm overreacting, but I'm not sure what vampires are capable of. And I'm not going to leave my door wide open to find out.
Picking up my abandoned bottle, I collapse onto my bed, taking huge swigs from the burning liquor.
Third Person PoV
While Scar lays in bed trying to drink away her fears and doubts next door her sister is cornered in her room by Stefan.
Now that she knows what he is, she can't bear to be anywhere near him. Yet here he is in front of her. Is it bad that even a part of her still feels for him?
He's speaking, trying with all his might to convince her that he's not the bad one. That all the animal attacks weren't him, that it's was all done by Damon's hands.
There is a part of her that believes him, but her rational side is shouting at her for even thinking about it. He's a vampire, and for all, she knows he could kill her and her entire family in a split second.
"Just go." Elena finally lets out the words Stefan had been regretting to hear.
When she and Scar showed up at his door earlier demanding answers he knew he couldn't lie. He saw the fear in Elena's eyes. She knew he was a monster.
Not only is Elena scared of him, but Scar too. No matter how she tried to conceal it, he could see she was just as scared.
"Just go, please." Elena whimpers, at Stefan's unmoving figure.
He can see that him being here isn't helping the situation at all. Maybe after some time, she will find it in herself to hear him out. But for now, she needs to be alone.
With her eyes closed, Stefan leaves her bedroom through the window. Clenching his fists he tries to get a grip on his emotions.
At that very second, the one person who he least wants to talk too right now decides to phone him.
"I want my ring," Damon demands.
Stefan clutches the phone tighter at the sound of his voice. He can't believe Damon managed to get out. Not only did he get out of the cell he killed Zack in the process, the only living and breathing ancestor left from their bloodline.
"Where are you?" Stefan asks him.
"I'm at the sizzler," Damon jokes. "I've had a buffet. Wheres my ring?"
"I don't have it. Where are you? What have you done?" Stefan demands, beginning to worry what his physio brother has done.
"No, what have you done? You're the one who locked me in the basement and starved me. So whatever I've done, whoever I've sucked dry is on you, buddy," Damon tells him.
"You're being careless, how many more animal attacks is this town going to believe?" Stefan questions, infuriated by his brothers lack of humanity.
"I know how to cover my tracks, Stefan, now where is my ring?" Damon demands yet again but with a more impatient tone this time.
"I gave it to Zack to hide," Stefan lies. "Probably shouldn't have killed him."
"Ha, you almost got me. Where is it?" Damon repeats.
"I'll get it back, but I need time," Stefan tells him.
"What did you do fed-ex it to Rome, where is it? I want my ring, Stefan. And my next stop is the Gilbert residence," Damon threatens.
"I already want you dead, don't give me another reason-"
"Don't give me another reason to rip you apart." Damon cuts him off.
"Yeah? Is that going to be before or after you get your ring back?" Stefan threatens him back,
"Just get it." Damon snaps before hanging up.
With the fire roaring in the background as the dead bodies turn to ash, Damon notices one body, not in the pile. As he walks closer he notices she is not even dead. Yes, there is a fresh bite mark on her neck, but she is still alive. He quickly realizes that it's Viki Donavan.
"You just don't wanna die to do ya?" He asks rhetorically.
Then he gets an idea.
Scar PoV
The next morning I feel like I'm in a dazed trance as soon as a takes me a moment to recall that what happened wasn't a dream and that yesterday was all real. Sitting up slowly in bed I hold my head in my hands and try to recollect myself. I drank a lot last night, more than I normally would, but under the cercimantances, it's only natural for me to try and block everything out by drinking.
Fuck my head is killing me.
Clambering out of my bed, I somehow manage to haul myself into the bathroom where a packet of painkillers is waiting for me. Downing one with some water, I look in the mirror at my bed hair and droopy eyes.
I defiantly did not get any beauty sleep at all last night.
"Ugh," Groaning to myself, I drag myself downstairs.
I spot Jeremy sitting on the couch his phone raised to his ear as he lets out a frustrated sigh.
"What time is it?" I ask groggily, seeing how bright it is outside.
"About two o'clock- Have you seen Viki around?" He immediately questions, standing to his feet.
"No, why is she ignoring you?" I tease, then clutch my head as it starts to throb.
Fucking sun.
"I'm going to go find her," He announces, pouncing towards the door.
"Wait where's Elena?!" I shout, from the front door.
"She's with Stefan!" He calls back while walking down the driveway.
Stefan! What the hell is she doing with him? Does she not remember what happened last night? What he told us?
He's a goddamn vampire, he could kill her in a split second.
"Fuck," I spit out, rubbing my temples.
I'm in way too much pain to be dealing with this today.
Making myself a quick wake up coffee, I go upstairs and change into some sweats, with one of my brother's old tracksuit hoddies. Putting on the darkest shade of sunglasses, I venture out and begin the long walk to the Salvatore boarding house. If he hurts her- I don't know what I'll do, but I'll do something.
I don't have a clue how long it took me to walk to the house, but I was determined to drag my sister out and get far away from here.
"Stefan, I know you're in there, just let my sister go!" I shout, banging with my fist on the door.
I wait for a moment but there is no response.
"Stefan!" I call out more urgently, banging even harder.
As if nothing I give one more bang to the door and it pushes itself open revealing the familiar looking hallway. Dejavu beings to bubble inside me as I recall the familiar setting, only this time Elena isn't by my side.
Taking a few brave steps inside, I feel the burning urge to turn around and go back outside where I felt safe. What if this is all a trap? What if Stefan has just lured me inside so I can become his next snack?
"For a small girl you've got quite the set of lungs on you," The chilling voice echoes in my ears, and I'm quick to turn on the spot from fear.
"You're not meant to be here," I immediately say, as I see Damon hovering over me once again.
Stefan said he left, obviously, he's been hiding more than just his true nature from me and Elena.
"I think you're forgetting you're in my house," He smirks, slowly beginning to walk around me like a Lion stalking its prey.
"Wheres Stefan?" I question while trying to hold my ground, but from our close proximity, I can't help but waver slightly.
"How weird were looking for the exact same person,"He mumbles, returning to his spot in front of me.
I recoil back when his hands reach towards my face, but allow them to slowly take my sunglasses off and place them on top of my head. With my eyes now bare to his he takes the opportunity to stare into my eyes. His face is expressionless for a moment before his eyebrows draw together, and his face tilts slightly. It's always unnerving when Damon looks me straight in the eyes, but now is even worse.
"He told you about us didn't he?" Damon questions, starting to smirk. "I know you've never really felt comfortable around me, but I can see it now, your scared of me,"
"Who wouldn't be scared of a monster like you?" I snap sarcastically.
"Harsh, but true," He mumbles, never letting his smirk waver.
"Are you going to tell me where he is or not?" I ask, already knowing that this is getting me know where and the more time I waste here, the less time I have to find Elena.
"Even if I did know where he is, what would you do for me to tell you?" He asks suggestively, licking his bottom lip he leans towards me.
"Whatever Damon," I huff, quickly walking away towards the front door, trying to not show how I crave to escape.
I'm so close to the door when a body halts me from going any further.
"I don't know where he is, trust me if I did he would be dead by now," He points out with dead serious eyes.
I wanted to ask him why, but that would mean I'd have to stay in his presence for even longer.
"Goodbye Damon," I say harshly, stepping around him I begin to make my way outside.
That's when I halt, rooted to the spot from pain. I clutch my stomach, clenching my eyes, as I try to take the scream of pain leaving my lips.
"Scar? What's going on?" Damon calls to me, still inside the house.
"I don't know," I whimper out, then scream again falling to my knees.
Holy shit, I've never felt pain like this before. It's as if my stomach is being ripped apart. I gasp for air, as it suddenly feels like I've forgotten to breathe.
My body falls to the ground, and I hear the sound of my sunglasses breaking beside me.
Fuck, I'm gonna die.
Black spots start to dance around my vision, and the blinding sun around me isn't helping.
I hear the gravel on the floor crunch, as arms wrap around my back and legs.
Damon.
I look up in time to see the patches of burning flesh on his face, as he winced in pain. But in a second the scene flashes around me, and I'm back in the house on the couch.
I watch as his skin quickly turns back to normal.
"Scar?" Damon calls out to me, but I can't respond.
The pain is too much.
I felt my eyes go droopy, as I gasped for breath, but it was no use. The Salvatore household faded out around me as I fell into darkness.
