The Rager

Arabella forced a smile on her wobbling lips as she looked up at Matt who was giving her a small smile. She couldn't believe that she was asking her old boyfriend to feed her some blood because she couldn't drink anything else. Thankfully, Matt was being a good sport about it. "Thank you for doing this, Matt." She told him. "It means a lot."

"You saved me, remember?" Matt gave her a crooked smile. "I kind of owe you one."

Arabella snorted. "Trust me, saving you for you to become my own personal blood bag is not what I had in mind." She grabbed his hand, the veins around her eyes turning slightly reddish as she dug her fangs against his arm. Matt winced, but didn't pull away. Arabella forced herself to relax as she handed him a band aid.

"Uh, no offense, but do you honestly think that school is the best place for you right now?" Matt asked worriedly.

"Matt, it's my junior year," Arabella said shakily as she arranged her sweater. "You know the year that colleges start looking at students? Believe me, I'm not bailing before I finish high school. I can't just miss school." She bend over and grabbed a flyer that had flow towards her. "That's weird," she fumbled. "Since when does a town have a curfew?"

"Tyler got shot in front of everybody," Matt said. "Everyone is a little freak."

"Wouldn't be the first time," Arabella murmured under her breath as she went towards her first class, which was English. The class was halfway filled, but Arabella hardly paid attention. The only thing that she could focus at the moment was her hunger.

"Morning everyone," Arabella looked up and she narrowed her eyes. What the hell was Rebekah doing here? She was supposed to be a senior like her sister. What was she doing in Junior English? She was handing down flyers for everyone to see. "I'm having a little non-curfew party at my home. Starts during fifth period, ends whenever." She placed a flyer in front of Arabella's desk. "You're welcome to join Arabella if you want to bury the hatchet."

"You killed me," Arabella responded flatly as she crumbled a piece of paper and threw it at Rebekah's chest. "I'm pretty sure that I won't be going to your lame party. But thanks for the invite."

"I forgot, sweet Arabella is as pure as a little lamb," Rebekah said sarcastically. "What does my brother see in you?"

"That perhaps I'm not a cold, conniving bitch like his sister." Arabella replied flatly. Rebekah threw her a cold smile before she jabbed a pencil in her right shoulder. Blood started to ooze out. "Opps," Rebekah said sarcastically. "Better clean that up."

Arabella threw her the nastiest look that she could muster before she headed out of the classroom. She could feel the rage in her veins. She wanted to kill Rebekah, she wanted to make her life miserable. She headed towards the bathroom and started to clean up when she heard Heather approach her by the sink. "Rebekah, sent me to check on you." She said dazedly.

"I'm fine, Heather." Arabella snapped.

"I'm not." Arabella frowned as she turned around and saw that blood was dripping out of Heather's palm and was slowly falling down to the floor. No, Rebekah count have done this. She was taunting her, she knew how hungry she was. Arabella gripped the sink, she was not going to fall into her game.

The bathroom doors opened and Rebekah came in with a smirk on her face. "What's wrong, Bella getting hungry?" she swiped some of the blood from Heather's neck. "Isn't she delicious?"

The golden flecks on Arabella's eyes seemed to pop against her eyes as she hissed. She could feel her fangs threatening to come out. "Get out!" she hissed at her. "Get out of my life! Rebekah, you won it's over."

Rebekah smirked at her. Clearly satisfied that she had won. "I'll see you in gym, darling."

"It was a good first day effort," Caroline told Arabella gently as she, Stefan, Arabella, and Elena meet behind the gym before lunch. "No one would judge you if you went home early."

Arabella narrowed her eyes at her. "I'm not going to give her the satisfaction of letting her win, Caroline. Believe me. I'm so mad right now that I just want to tear her flesh from her face!"

Elena told her gently. "Bella, just ignored her. She just wants to get the best of you."

"Well, she's winning," Arabella snapped. Her face softened a bit. "You know what, I will go to her party tonight and show her that she can't intimidate me. Maybe then she'll leave me alone."

Elena looked confused. "And you're sure that will work."

Arabella nodded. "I will make sure of that."

Damon entered his room and saw that Arabella was pouring over through things in his room and going through his favorite stack of black shirts. After a morning spent being the hunter's pawn. He was not in the mood for this. "Can I help you?"

"I need the stake," she replied flatly. She noticed that there was some blood on his clothing. "What happened to you?"

"Hunter mishap." Damon said flatly. "Why are you all hysterical."

"Rebekah," she hissed. "She was at my school today. I want the stake. I want to kill her. I want to drive it through her heart. So that I can kill her just like she killed me. So tell me where is the stake?"

Damon admitted that he kind of like the murdere's look in her face. Besides if Arabella managed to kill Rebekah then that would be one less problem that he would have to deal with. And then maybe Klaus would finally stop chasing her. He reached towards a vase and pulled out a stake. "Here you go, killer." Arabella hesitated slightly before she grabbed the stake.

Rebekah's new house was located in the nice part of Mystic Falls, Arabella didn't even need to be invited it. She had probably killed anyone who lived here. The stake was hidden in her bag, but she couldn't find Rebekah anywhere. Not to mention that she couldn't kill her in the middle of this party.

She went towards the kitchen and saw April sipping a beer. "Arabella!" she looked at her happily. "Thank god, you're here. At least I know someone."

"Hi, April." Arabella took a sip of her drink. "How are you? After everything."

April's bottom lip trembled. "I'm holding on." She looked at her cup. "It's just everything is so weird, what happened to the council and now the church- "

"It's like something wicked this way comes," Rebekah simpered as she came inside the kitchen.

"April," Arabella said tightly. "Why don't you go outside; I'll meet you there." April looked confused, but did as she was told.

"Did I forget to uninvited you?" Rebekah hissed at her.

"Did you blew up the council?"

Rebekah narrowed her eyes. "I don't care about some bloody, middle age council. You come into my house and thrown in false accusations!"

Rebekah jabbed her hand through Arabella's chest, hearing her heart pulsing in her hands. Arabella let out a choked sound and she smirked as she let her go. "Forget it, it's not worth it. Don't mess with me again, little bitch."

The anger inside her seemed to bubble inside Arabella's chest as she watched her leave. She gripped the stake in her hand before she stopped herself and forced herself to take a few calm breaths. She would not fall down to her level. She was not a killer.

She straightened up and headed outside.

"Leaving so soon?" Rebekah asked sarcastically.

Arabella gave her a pointed look. "Yes, because being here is making me sick."

Matt entered the kitchen and saw Arabella fumbling with her hands, Matt looked at Arabella and said. "Are you ok?" he looked at the way that she was fumbling with her hands.

Arabella looked distracted. "I almost killed her," she admitted. "Or I wanted to anyway, Klaus' sister. I don't know what came over me, Matt. This rage. Is something that I had never felt before."

"Honestly, Arabella Rebekah probably deserved it," Matt told her.

"It's not about that," she said. "I'm changing, Matt. I'm changing into a person that I don't even know that I like." Her eyes flashed as she pinned Matt to the center of the wall, she bit into his neck, ignoring Matt's desperate cries.

She felt someone pulled her back and saw that it was Damon. He was hissing at her. "Arabella, stop!" he hissed at her.

Arabella's mouth was bloody and she looked up and saw that Matt looked afraid. "Matt, I'm- "

Damon interrupted as he moved forward towards Matt and compelled him. "Nothing happened, she feed from you a little and then you went home."

"What the hell is wrong with me?" Arabella asked frustrated as she ran a hand though her dark hair.

"Nothing for you to be ashamed of," he tucked back a piece of hair behind her ear. "You're a vampire now. You just have to figure out the best way how to be one and I will help you."

Arabella nodded, still shaking. "Thank you."

-End of Chapter Five-

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