I'm back with Chapter 3! A special thanks to AlxM and Last Marauder of Five, my Beta-readers, for fixing up my story for me!
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Chapter 3: Isobelle
Running. Faster than my feet could carry me, I tore through the streets, my heart pounding rapidly. Fighting against the crowds, I searched for some sign that she was okay. I swiped the back of my hand angrily over the tears on my face. Now was not the time to get emotional, and maybe that's why I never saw anyone until I slammed face first into Damon Salvatore.
"What do you think you'r - Isobelle? Are you alright? What happened?" I caught my breath, stopping before him. Somehow, I knew I could trust him.
"Someone took my sister." The words were out of my mouth before I could be given the license to speak. Maybe that was because I knew he'd understand. Being the older sibling meant taking care of your younger sibling. It didn't matter how much they drove us to insanity, we still had to keep them safe. "I need you to help me find her."
He thought for a minute, and then nodded. He, like me, wore his leather jacket proudly and black boots peeking out from underneath dark jeans where as I was wearing black jeans, my boots, my locket, and of course, my duster. It was eerie how similar we dressed. If he wasn't so much older than me, I might have mistaken our reflection in the window for that of father and daughter or possibly siblings.
"Why?" he asked me as we walked. At the confused look I shot him, he rolled his eyes. "Why'd they take her? What's so special about her?"
"She's the doppelganger." The words fell from my mouth and I felt like I had the worst case of diarrhea ever. Damon stopped short, hurt flickering across his features. As soon as it was there, it was gone and he was slamming me into the wall, his features vamped out.
"You're lying..." he growled out. I shook my head.
"I'm not." I lifted my hand to my coat pocket carefully, taking care not to set him off and pulled out my wallet. I opened it to the only picture I had of my sister and held it out to him. He dropped me to the ground and I straightened myself out. His thumb ran over the picture, his eyes sad, but he nodded.
"So your mother was Elena." It was a statement, not a question. He handed me back the wallet. "Who was your dad?" I shrugged because that was the question I've been wanting to know since when I was a little girl. "Is she really dead?" I looked up at him.
"I don't know," I answered honestly. "I haven't seen her or spoken to her since mine and Jenny's fourth birthday. Jenny didn't even get to see her. She was asleep."
Damon looked thoughtful at that, but then he motioned me to continue walking.
I was running on pure rage and hatred of my sister being a doppleganger. If I didn't kill something soon, I might just take it out on poor Damon, just to take it out on someone. I mean, it's not my fault the woman he loved had kids and then totally abandoned all of us. I guess it was too much to expect her to stay.
"Oh no, the little girl is angry," a voice taunted from behind my seat in this bar, just outside of town. I snapped around, my hair flying out behind me, moments before I was pinned to the tree. My stake fell from the back of my pants where it had been hiding.
"Who the hell are you?" He was a vampire, an Original. I could tell. I didn't know how I could tell, but I just could.
"The name's Kol. And you must be the little girl that's been causing rifts in the ranks. Some of those minions are getting too cocky, after hearing about the girl who has stopped anyone or anything that tries to hunt down the doppleganger." He tsked. "I guess it's a good thing I know where she is..."
"Don't play games," I muttered, staring him down angrily with a snarl. The man had the audacity to laugh.
"Rawr, kitten's got claws, I see." He said smugly.
"Kitten will skin you alive if you don't stop making fun of her," I shot back at him mockingly, mimicking his tone.
He chuckled. "Oh I'm so scared." I glared back at him. One side of his lips turned up in a smirk. "Ask nicely now."
"Please tell me where the doppleganger is..." I bit out through gritted teeth.
He laughed, long and loud. "Nah, I don't think I will." He stepped back, dropping me down and walking off. I was really getting fed up with this Kol guy who thought he could just strut in here, give me my crumb of hope that my sister might still be alive, and then walk away with my crumb in hand. Suddenly, he was pinned to the nearest tree by an invisible force, panic on his face. I reached for my fallen stake from the ground and it somehow found my hand. I was not one to look at a gift horse in the mouth too much.
"Don't test me," I growled out, pressing the stake just over his heart, "because I will kill you."
"What the - " he cut off, looking down at my stake, before looking back up at me, his eyes now wide with fear, "Is that white oak?"
"Why don't you tell me where she is so you won't have to find out?"
"You head over to Richmond," he choked out. When he didn't give more details, I pressed the stake into his skin, ripping his shirt, and blood instantly welled up. His eyes enlarged and suddenly, he became a fountain of information, "And you head south on ninety-five to just south of the North Carolina border. There's a large house, it looks dilapidated. She's there. They're waiting for him," he nodded towards Damon, "Your brother."
I stabbed Kol with the stake and stepped back, watching as his body became engulfed in flames. I didn't have another white ash oak stake, but it'd have to be okay for now. I turned sharply at Damon. "What did he mean 'your brother'?"
"He claims he loved Elena first. He is mistaken as usual." He stared me down, with a depth and intensity that ninety percent of the people I knew lacked, "If I find out that he's the reason Elena's gone, I will stake him. He stopped being my brother when he had Kol compel me."
With a nod, I turned away and walked towards his car, which was sitting in the back corner of the Grill's parking lot, away from other cars. It was strange to think of Damon as the kind of guy who worried about scratches getting on his car. "Let's get going. We're wasting time."
The raven haired vampire didn't acknowledge my words, but followed me anyway. He got into the driver's seat and we headed towards the house.
"Stop," I commanded Damon as he revved the engine of his car at the dark brown colored wolf - No, werewolf that stood before the car. "Don't hit it." It's eyes met mine, "Her. It's a her. She wants to help," I somehow knew. I began to unbuckle my seatbelt hurriedly.
"Are you nuts?" He asked with a hand on my arm, making me pause.
"Maybe." With that simple word, I pushed the door open and got out of the car, going to the wolf. "Will you bring me to my sister?"
She tossed her head in the direction of the house and I followed her. She led me into the dilapidated-looking building, through a maze of rooms, until she stopped suddenly. There, on the floor before us, lay the unconscious form of my sister. A gasp tore from my throat as I threw myself across the room to shield her. She may hate me, but she was still my little sister and I didn't want her dead.
There was a darkness to the air as the maniacal laugh sliced throught the silence. Two men, one with brown hair and the other with red, stepped forward. Both were vampires, probably working with Damon's brother. And suddenly, the wolf was there before us, protecting us, dividing them from me and Jenny.
A low growl came from deep within the wolf's throat as it bared its teeth at the men. As one of them chuckled and stepped forward toward me, the wolf also took a step forward, snarling at them, blocking their path to me. A third man, the one with green eyes from my dream, joined them.
"Just knock the thing out and let's get the girl and go," he said from behind them, and subconsciously, I moved in front of my sister's oblivious form. It was then that the man in the back crumpled to the floor, revealing a handsome blond hair man with blue eyes who made my heart thud loudly in my chest standing behind him, the vampire's bloody heart in his hand. The man saw me and his eyes flickered to the floor where my sister was. He stiffened up, looking accusingly from the wolf to Jennifer.
"Doppelganger."
I wouldn't be able to take this man, I knew, but I could sure hold him back, if only for a short while. I was strong enough for that, as long as I didn't get a vision. And Damon, he was right by my side now. He knew that my mother was the doppelganger and I guess if I showed my strength, he'd just figure that the rest of me wasn't human. And the wolf was on our side, I think... I hope.
The wolf stared down the man and I did the only thing I could. I pulled the vial of blood from my coat and knelt before my sister, poured about half of it into Jennifer's mouth, and then tilted her head forward so it went down. Finally, I turned to the men. "Another step closer and I'll turn her. That's vampire blood I just gave her. She'll die the same anyone else will."
The green-eyed man looked back at me, then at the wolf. "Incredible, a werewolf is protecting you. Let me guess, you work for Klaus?" he asked me.
A snort came from the far side of the room, and all eyes - save the wolf's, whose eyes were trained on the green-eyed man - turned to look at him.
"Klaus," Damon hissed.
"If she worked for me, the world would be ending. She listens to what I say about as much as Rebekah does." The wolf made some sort of barking laughing sound at that. "Correction, less than Rebekah does."
"Well, well, looky what we have here," a voice, so familiar came from above in the balcony. I turned and looked, for the first time in my life, into the face of Katherine. "How are you doing, Stefan? Heard you went psycho. Didn't think it was this bad. Got news for you," she paused, considering her next words carefully, "Back off. You're way out of your league now."
"You're working with Klaus?" Damon laughed at this in disbelief, "Oh, things must be bad. Did you compel her? Make her follow your every wish?" Klaus rolled his eyes, turning to me.
"Take your sister and go," he commanded and I felt oddly obedient. Perhaps it was the stories I heard about both Klaus and Stefan, their reputations far outweighing than anything I could do. I didn't slaughter towns or kill children. I was hardly more than a child myself.
Still asleep, I found my sister to be much more compliant as I lifted her onto my shoulders, running as fast as I could to Damon's car. The green-eyed man made a move, but the wolf blocked his path, fangs bared. And that's when I knew. The wolf wasn't just a werewolf, but a hybrid, just like the Original across the room. Damon was taking her from my shoulders once he appeared behind me, speeding them to the car. Then I headed for the woods and started running.
The first time I had ever had a vision, it was painful. Head splitting open, mind numbing, and it felt like something was killing me from the inside out. I was better now at sensing when they were coming. I could feel this one from the inside out, could feel everything as if the thing were attacking me. I hated it.
I could hear this noise. It was a terrible sound, really, high pitched and squealing. The longer I heard it, the more sense it made. The noise became whispers and voices in a language I couldn't understand but had once known. I waited for the tell-tale flash, that surge of light that would cover my vision, but it wasn't coming... and then... all I could feel was pain.
TBC...
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