Anastasia moans as she throws her head back. "Dove, you taste so good." She looks down as the man from her picture looks up from between her legs, licking his lips.
"Kol." She whispers out as she lays her head back with a groan. The man chuckles, climbing on top of her and kisses her. "I miss you." She whispers as he stares down at her, pushing her hair out of her face.
"I know, dove, I miss you too, but I will be home soon. I'll be in your arms soon. It'll be just you and me, like it always meant to be." He smiles and kisses her nose. "You and me, Anastasia. Not even Klaus can keep me away from you. You're my little dove, never forget. You're mine."
Anastasia gasps as she bolts up from her bed, between her legs tingle in remembrance of the dream. "Kol." She whispers as she places her fingers over her lips. Tears run down her cheeks as she grabs her sketch book and begins drawing once more.
She hears a knock on her door, which makes her quickly put her sketch book away and wipe her eyes. "Anastasia?"
"I'm okay." She calls out to Elena as she climbs out of bed.
"You, sure?" She asks, causing Anastasia to nod with a smile.
"Yeah... I feel... good." She says before thinking, 'I feel like I am protected and have a guardian angel watching over me' she doesn't say this out loud though, unsure how Elena would take that. "I should get ready for school."
"Look about-
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Tyler-
"Don't. Want. To. Talk. About. It. Okay, Elena? I'm not talking about it. I'm just going through today and ignoring everything that happened yesterday nor how my best friend actually hurt me. Is that enough talking for you?" Elena frown, but Anastasia ignores it as she heads down the stairs and just as she opens the door Tyler is standing there, his fist raised in waiting to knock.
"Oh, hey, Anya-
"Jenna, I'm walking to the grill!" Anastasia calls over her shoulder as she steps around Tyler and closes the door.
"Dove-
"That's another thing, don't call me that anymore."
"But you said I could... I'm your best-
"No more calling me that, Tyler. I'm only letting my dad call me that plus... plus my future boyfriend. Calling me dove by you feels wrong and I don't want you calling me that anymore."
"But-
"No Tyler. We're friends and only friends. No more flirting, no more of this back and forth, none of it."
"What got into you?"
"You elbowed me in the face, Tyler, and I landed on a broken bottle. I don't even know if I want you in my life anymore nevermind being your friend."
"It was an accident. I- I lost control of my anger, you know how I get when I'm angry. I'm sorry, Anya."
"Just... Give me space, Ty, I don't... I'm not ready to talk to you." Anastasia says before walking away.
"Come on, Anya, I'm sorry!" Anastasia ignores him as she walks down the road.
"That's a good choice, dove. You're mine, no one else's." Anastasia turns and frowns as she hears Kol's voice. She sighs and continues walking.
Anastasia walks into the grill and takes a seat beside Matt. "So, you're pissed off at Ty too?" Matt glances at her with a look of worry.
"How's your arm?"
"Sore, but it was just a scrape luckily. Plus I'm a quick healer." She smiles. "Still pissed at Ty though."
"Really?" She nods. "You and Tyler barely ever fight."
"Yeah, well, it's just something about having your best friend elbow you in the face and making you fall on glass that makes the friendship dwindle."
"You going to forgive him?"
"Would you?"
"No, but you and Ty have been friends even longer than I have with either of you. You really going to loose that because Tyler can't control his anger. He probably feels awful, plus he never meant for you to get hurt."
"I know, but... He's going to have to work to be my friend again." Matt nods as he looks down at his cup. "So... Vicki's going to the founders party with Tyler."
"I know."
"And Elena-
"I know." Anastasia reaches over and takes Matt's hand.
"I don't have a date, you want to come with me, as friends of course." Matt looks up at her and smiles.
"I'd be honored to." She smiles and leans over, kissing his cheek.
"Good, I need arm candy." Matt laughs and smiles at her.
"You know, you're my best friend." She smiles.
"I know. As you are mine." She hugs him and he wraps his arms around her.
"I love you, Anya."
"I love you too." She pulls away and kisses his forehead. "I'd be lost with out you in my life."
"Same goes for me with you." She takes a deep breath and pulls away.
"Enough sappiness, you need to go and find a nice suit to wear and I need to go find a dress. So... meet you at the party?"
"Yeah, I'll meet you there, Anya." Anastasia smiles at Matt one last time before making her way out of the Grill.
Anastasia gives a groan as she looks at the dresses on her bed. "Having trouble deciding what to wear?" She looks over and sees her aunt standing there, causing her to give a small smile.
"My dad used to always pick dresses for me to wear. He used to say he loved having his little angel dress up all pretty and he loved showing me off to the world. He used to say to people 'that's my angel, one day she won't be mine, but another's and until that day I'm showing her off as much as I can'. Papa used to always say I was his angel, his dove." Jenna walks in and wraps her arms around Anastasia.
"He would be so proud of you, Anya. I know he would. Maybe one day he can help you pick out your white dress, but for now I'll help you pick out a dress for the founder's party." Anastasia smiles as Jenna picks up a blue strapless summer dress. It's a pale and beautiful blue, bringing out the blue eyes of Anastasia's. It is shorter in the front than the back. The dress in the front falls to her mid thigh and sweeps down to her knees in the back. Jenna pulls out gold bracelets and adds them to a small pile, along with an elegant gold clip and strappy gold sandals. "Wear this." Jenna orders before going to her earrings. "And... this." She holds up shiny golden dove stud earrings and Anastasia's golden dove necklace. "Be Peter Hale's Dove tonight." Anastasia smiles and slips the things on and allowing her aunt to clip half her hair back in the golden clip. "You are defiantly a beautiful dove."
"Thank you, Jenna, this means a lot." Jenna smiles and motions to the bed.
"I'm not done." By the time Jenna is done Anastasia has sparkly gold eyeshadow on, mascara, very faint blue lip gloss, and painted blue nails. "Perfect, now you're ready."
Anastasia walks up the steps of the mayor's home, Tyler standing near the top greeting everyone with his parents. "Oh, wow, Anastasia, you look beautiful." Mrs. Lockwood says as she looks Anastasia over.
"Thank you, Mrs. Lockwood."
"I swear I wish you and Tyler would just go out." Tyler looks at his feet feeling uncomfortable.
"Mom-
"You two would make such a good couple."
"Mom-
"It's alright, Tyler." Anastasia smiles at Mrs. Lockwood. "I'm sorry to say, but heart belongs to another."
"Oh?" Mrs. Lockwood says, always interested in the local gossip. "Does I know this man?"
"Mm no, but you will soon enough." She smiles before walking into the house.
"Belongs to another?" Matt grins, causing Anastasia to laugh.
"Oh, you heard that? I just wanted Mrs. Lockwood off my back about Tyler." She shrugs, causing Matt to chuckle.
"Nice."
"No, what's nice is that suit. I actually didn't think you'd wear one." She tells him, causing him to smile.
"I thought I'd be only fair for the both of us to get dressed up." Anastasia smiles as she loops arms with Matt before the two begin to wonder the party.
"Oh..." She trails off as she sees Elena and Stephan.
"I'm going to go grab us some punch."
"Matt-"
"I'm fine, I just rather not see the two and I know you have to go say hi because she is after all your cousin." Anastasia frowns as Matt pulls away from her and starts over for the drink table.
"I hate being in the middle." She mumbles before heading over to Elena. "Hello, Elena, Stephan." Anastasia smiles, causing Elena to turn to her.
"Oh, wow, Anya you look beautiful." Anastasia blushes as she looks down at herself.
"Well, thanks, Elena, but as always you are the most beautiful one here." She says, causing Elena to frown.
"Why do you always do that?"
"Do what?"
"Dismiss anyone's compliment by insulting yourself over complementing another."
"I don't..."
"You always do, Anya. You look amazing tonight just let people drool. Look around you, guys are dying as they stare at you."
"No, they're staring at you not-
"Anya, they're staring at you. You look gorgeous, just believe it." Elena says as she places her hand on Anastasia's arm. "Now, what do you think." Anastasia frowns and faces the paper that is on the wall. It has all the names of original founders.
"This is my favorite in the place. I love looking for all the familiar family." Elena nods in agreement.
"Yeah, just look at all these familiar names; Sheriff William Forbes, Mayor Jacob Lockwood..." Elena smiles before looking back. "Is that... Damon Salvatore... and Stephan Salvatore..." Anastasia looks at Stephan as Elena reads this.
"The original Salvatore brothers. Our ancestors. Tragic story actually." Anastasia is beginning to feel claustrophobic with the tension that is within the four people.
"We don't need to tell them the stories of the past."
"Right... um, Matt's probably looking for me, so if you excuse me..." Anastasia goes to leave, but Caroline's next words stop her.
"Oh, so you're dating Elena's left overs now too?"
"Not that it concerns you, Caroline, but no I'm not, but even if it I was it's better than dating an abusing psychopath who only is dating you to piss off Stephan and Elena." Damon glares at Anastasia as Caroline and Elena's eyes widen in shock. "I'm not stupid, Caroline, so how about you stop acting like I am." She storms past them and heads over to Matt, who is in fact waiting for her. "I so wish there was something stronger than this." Anastasia says.
"Bad conversation?"
"Caroline." Matt sighs as she says this.
"I thought you and Caroline were cool?"
"Bonnie and her are Elena's friends. I mean I'm nice to them, but they're not my friends." Matt sighs, wrapping an arm around her.
"Just ignore Caroline, she's just trying to get attention." Anastasia sighs and rests her head on his shoulder.
"Or screaming for help."