Trembling, crawling across my skin, feeling your cold dead eyes; stealing the life from mine. I won't last long, in this world so wrong.
-Dance with the Devil
"Can we at least stop for breakfast," Klaus oily inquired. He flipped his eyes in the direction of Damon, who only supplied him with a tight smirk.
"Our plane leaves in two hours. We have no time to make breakfast a sport today." The vampire bathed in black sauntered down the cobble street, leaving his companion to stand alone. Klaus sighed. As the day of the doppelganger's sixteenth birthday drew nearer, Damon became increasingly on edge.
"So what is your plan," Klaus finally returned, "when we get to Mystic Falls?" He cracked his knuckles. Damon stopped where he was, slowly turning to face Klaus.
"She is mine now," Damon said simply, "there is no need to create any plan."
"So—you're just going to waltz into a small town where people talk, swipe up your beloved doppelganger, and speed away by dawn and believe no one will notice or care?" Klaus cocked his head to the side.
"If this is your attempt at being a comic relief, you came nowhere close," Damon deadpanned. His icy eyes froze Klaus's core. Damon began to slightly grind his teeth, and the motion was devouring Klaus between jaws of concrete.
"All I am trying to say is that we do need a plan. This girl- she is the doppelganger of Amica; not just a descendent. She is worth much more than the others." Klaus stared at Damon, knowing he was right. It was now just a matter of getting that through Damon's thick skull.
"Of course I know she is!" Damon snapped in return, feeling his muscles tighten. He had a snake for a spine; it released poison into his back, allowing it to swim up his neck and pulse fatally in his head. "Do you think I enjoy being bound to a meager little human?" By now he was seething. This girl had such an effect on him, that Damon wasn't sure that he could resist snapping her neck the second he laid eyes on her.
Klaus knew how Amica and her descendents had tampered with Damon and his lives. That witch was a constant tug and tear at their eternal bliss as demons of the night.
"We must leave now," Damon hissed sternly to Klaus. The humble servant merely nodded his head in loyalty. Klaus began to gather warm clothes and food for the journey- wherever it may lead them. "No, leave it all," Damon commanded, trying not to raise his voice too loud for his sickly parents to hear. He knew if he and Klaus stayed here, it would only end in misery. Taking his servant by the wrist, he tugged him out of the house, and they crept quietly on the dirt path. With his newfound abilities and heightened senses, Damon was a fumbling mess; a newborn baby, just learning how the world works. His overexcited ears caught every rush of wind; every rustle of the trees; every breath from the sleeping and dying town.
"How will we survive?" Klaus timidly asked looking longingly back to the house. He had just completed his transition, and Damon smirked at him.
"Blood," was his simple and lustful reply. Just forming the words on his lips made him want the warm and irony substance on his tongue; to slip it slowly down his throat with more burn and sensation than any alcohol could ever conjure.
"I- Sir- Blo-" but Klaus was stopped when the two vampires heard shuffling feet behind them. Turning on his heel, Damon peered into the darkness with perfectly clear sight. Running towards them frantically was the town witch. The beautiful brunette was the sex symbol in every man's dream in the town. Her features illuminated through the entire gray, and she was her own brilliant sun. But she was also a sorceress; dangerous, slippery, and utterly tormenting. But she, this great secret god, had only eyes for Damon; she had always had. Scurrying up to them, she dropped to her knees in front of the shocked vampires. If it had been any other human, they would have scoffed at them. But this was the mystical Amica.
"I know who you are," her voice danced quietly through the night, her eyes melding into Damon's."You know you will die if you go into the sun; you would not want to live eternity like that, would you?" Damon couldn't help but be interested in the subject.
"No," he replied hesitantly. "Do you have a solution?"
"Yes," came her light reply, and she rose to her feet. She took a brave step closer to Damon, and raised her head to look at him.
"What is it," Damon asked in reply, trying desperately not to sink into her caramel eyes.
"It is not that easy, kind Damon. I will make you a deal." At this, Damon rolled his eyes, beginning to turn away. Amica caught him by the hand, pulling him lightly closer to her. Damon didn't even try to resist her.
"You know you need what I have to offer," her voice was deep; low and seductive. Her hot and human breath flooded into Damon's pores.
"What is your deal?" Damon raised his head higher, so his eyes weren't directly looking into her flawless features. He knew her looks were of greater danger than her powers. From a small pouch, she produced two rings; almost identical, though one was a more majestic blue. She held them up to Damon.
"These rings will protect you from the sun. Ever take it off, and you are a heap of ashes in the soil." Damon reached for the rings, but Amica pulled them away. "The other side of the bargain is that you are bound to me."
"Bound to you?" Damon wished he could pull away, speed off into the darkness before dawn.
"My bloodline. Every time a female descendent of mine turns sixteen, you must go to her. Remind her of the past and our relations. Fail to do so and this pretty little ring of yours will be as worthless as powerless god. Do we have an accord?" Amica raised a sharp eyebrow.
Damon sighed. "Yes." With a small smirk, Amica handed each man a ring; of course giving the brighter of the two to Damon.
"We must seal this in blood and spell. Hold out your hand." Damon did as he was told. Taking her sharp pointer fingernail, she broke the skin of Damon's palm across a vein. Doing the same to herself, she put her hand on top of his fusing their blood. She began to whisper an ancient chant in a language long ago forgotten. Her eyes were closed, and she swayed back in forth with more energy as the spell reached its climax. Damon simply stared at her, too frozen and confused to even blink.
"Do not ever forget this deal- do so, and you are gone." Amica whispered into his ear, and began striding back to her hut. Damon wondered why she hadn't asked him to change her into a vampire; and he never got the chance to ask. Damon and Klaus made their way swiftly out of the town, and into the world which was now theirs for the taking.
Klaus sighed deeply.
"Will you compel this one too?" It had always been Damon's practice to tell Amica's descendents the relation between him and their ancestor, only to torture them and then compel them to forget. But Elena was different. She was the doppelganger of Amica; the exact replica. Damon wasn't sure that he could let this one go. In return to Klaus, Damon simply glared, then continued on down the path. In no time at all, he and Klaus would be in Mystic Falls.
Elena took a carton of milk from the cooler, and plopping it down on her tray. Sighing, she looked at her pathetic lunch of pizza, an apple, and chocolate milk and thought: this is my life. Boring, oddly put together, and lost. Giving the lunch lady a five dollar bill, Elena began to walk to her table. It wasn't the stereotypical losers' table; it wasn't shoved in the corner by the trash can, and it wasn't repulsively sticky. But Elena was all alone at the end; with only her thoughts and echoing voice as company. Staring at the ground until the tiles began to swirl together, she collided with someone.
"Watch it," the girl sneered in a high tone. Elena breathed deeply. It was Caroline Forbes.
"Sorry, Caroline," Elena murmured. Weak. Pathetic. You are a disgrace. The voice chastised darkly, an evil snicker accompanying it.
"Ugh, Gilbert. And now I'm going to have to sanitize," Caroline sarcastically sighed, holding out her hands as if she had just rubbed the most toxic of poisons on her hands. Elena glared in response.
"Bitch," she muttered as she began to walk off to her seat. Caroline froze, glaring bullets into Elena's back. Walking as quickly as her heels would take her, Caroline followed Elena.
"What did you call me?" She put her hands on her hips, pursing her perfectly glossed lips. Elena had always hated stereotypical people; one more reason to loathe Caroline Forbes.
"A bitch. A shallow little whore who should spend more time on the difference between Kennedy and Carter than Gucci and Prada." Elena gave a sarcastically sweet smile, and turned on her heel finally reaching her seat. Caroline did not follow. Whether if it was the impact of Elena's words or the fact that she was about to step into the loser zone, Elena was unsure. Either way, it made no difference. She was just relieved to have the bouncing blonde's presence out of her face. Letting her tray drop to the table, Elena took a seat. Elbows propped on the tabletop, fingers massaging her head, she sighed. She just wanted to be home: home, where she could write, read, maybe even go for a run to clear her head. School was just one more stress adding to her increasing insanity. She could hear feet coming over to her solitary side of the table, but she made no move to lift her head to identify the visitor.
"Hey, Elena," an excited teenage voice greeted. Elena sunk her head deeper into her hands. She was in no mood for Alec West. Running her hands through her hair, she lifted her head to face him.
"Hi Alec," Elena replied with a meek smile. He was a cute red head, who potentially had nice pale skin under all the red pimples, but that wasn't even the issue. The kid's personality was just a sinking ship of annoyance.
"So um, I was wondering if you were going to How to Survive a Zombie apocalypse 101 club today? Because you said last week that you would come." Alec scratched the back of his neck, staring eagerly at Elena. She blinked slowly in return. Of course she didn't want to join Alec's dumb zombie club. She'd rather take plastic lightsaber fight club over this. She pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Oh, Alec, I… I don't think I can come today. My mom wanted me to help her clear out the um, closet, and she'll be pissed if I'm late." Elena supplied him with an apologetic smile as she watched his face drop twenty fathoms.
"Oh- uh, okay, yeah, do what you gotta do. Maybe I'll see you there next week?" Alec's mouth twitched, beginning to form a smile, and taking the whiteheads along for the ride. Elena tried to keep from gagging as she went to reply.
"Yeah, we'll see." Elena's mouth became a straight line, and she nodded tightly. She wasn't sure she could take a whole year of this.
Alright, so again with the short chapter! I am so sorry. I have an essay due this week, so after that is over; I'll be able to dedicate more time to this story and others. (For sure Caught in a Fading Daydream, which I will be updating next). So I hope this chapter gave you some more background information that proved interesting. Please tell me your thoughts.
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