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I can not help but to dream of things that don't make much sense to me. I feel the need to write it down, because it is not just a mere scribble of a thought. It is as if it is an unrecalled memory. I see myself with a man, and someone who looks remarkably like Katherine. We are dancing, and sharing laughter. I feel as if, he is of importance to me.
Vittoria Salvatore
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Niklaus. That is his name. My love. If only I had found him in this lifetime, but alas I did not. My sweet, but sadly, like other times, we could not spend it together. My eighteenth birthday approaches, and I fear this is the last time I will write in this journal. Well, at least as Vittoria. Who knows, maybe next time, I'll be born in a time where people are not so stiff.
Vittoria Salvatore
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I had read the final parts of Vittoria's journals. My journals. I still had to get use to that. Either ways, after the morning at the boarding house, I had brought all the boxes containing Vit- my journals. By the time I had finished reading all the journals, it was already the start of the new day. I headed to the shower to get ready for school, Rebekah must know more about me. At least more than Stefan and Damon.
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Getting out of the car, I noticed Elena and her friends staring at me. Well that's a first. I rolled my eyes at them before jogging up to Rebekah. I felt more tired after what had happened in the show. Here, let me help you out. Everything I read in those journals, well the memories that came with it decided to be big douches and well, they came at like a rock to that head, hard to avoid if caught off guard. And now, I had headache. Fuck you witch that decided to do this to me!
"Dulce, what's up?" She asked as I began walking along side of her. "Well the sky, but then again you were speaking metaphorically. Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies tonight? I'm bored, and I have a lot of things to tell you. Especially involving my memories. I mean I can only remember from 1864 and back, but I guess that's good." I muttered the last part under my breath causing her to stop walking. I was a few steps ahead before noticing her lack of movements. I turned and saw her frozen, eyes wide and mouth open. It took a minute before she broke her stance and walked over to me gripping my shoulders. "Did you just say you remember?" I rolled my eyes. "Of course I would ruin the surprise. Well whatever you heard. Duh, I remember Becks, I also remember that I let you borrow my necklace and you never returned it. Elijah gave it to me." I pouted crossing my arms. She smiled and then hugged, causing me to stop pouting and start giggling.
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"So what are we doing after school?" Rebekah asked. "Well we are going to go and watch a movie. So go and get ready and I'll pick you up in like four hours." I replied smiling as the warning bell rang to head to the final class of the day.
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By now Rebekah and I were watching intently as Katniss ran, trying to get to poor little Rue. A sob broke out from us when Katniss began to sing to Rue. Why? Why Rue? She was just too adorable. By now, Rebekah and I were holding on to each other. We were now watching Peeta and Katniss kiss for the first time. I totally shipped them! They were so cute!
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"So how did you like the movie?" I asked Rebekah as we walked inside the Mystic Grill. Where we saw Matt working, I snuck a glance at Rebekah to see her look down and blush. We grabbed a booth and sat down. "I loved it, but at the same time I hated it. Those poor children, killing each other, for other's sick pleasure. How disgusting!" She hissed. I nodded. "Are you guys talking about the Hunger Games?" Matt voice rang from next to us. We looked at him and smiled. "Yes." We both replied smiling. "I swear, everyone is talking about it. What is so good about that movie?" This time I was the only one to reply. "Liam Hemsworth. Well for most girls. For me, Woody. He fuckin cracks me up with his drunken ways. He nodded, before taking our orders and walking off to place them.
"So… You like Matt." I stated. She blushed, before sarcastically replying. "Wow, you sure beat around the bush." "Oh Becks, you know I like slaying right through them." We laughed, knowing it was true. I tended not to beat around the bush and just get straight to the point, it was just who I was. Matt got back ten minutes later with our french fries, fried zucchinis, fried onions, chicken tenders, two hamburgers and sprite. "Thanks Matt." Rebekah replied shyly.
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"So I wanted to tell you something. I want you to move in with me. It will honestly put my mind at ease if you did. That way I won't feel like they are planning to kill you in your sleep. And I know you can't be killed, but you can be daggered. And I wouldn't put it past my brothers and their stupid play thing to get one and use it against you." I say with remorse, taking a sip of my drink. She nodded, smiling a bit. "I've noticed that as well. It's almost like they have something planned. I'm sure Damon will include Stefan later on." I nodded as we began finishing up our food.
Getting up we left a tip and paid the bill, planning for when Rebekah was to move in to my house.
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"So glad we moved all your things in your new room, huh?" I smiled as I sat on her new bed. "Yes. But I have something to tell you. Elena confronted me today." "What?" "They are threatening to wake up Mikael. If they wake him up, we are all doomed." She said in a serious tone with fear in her eyes. I stand up walking towards and pulling her into my arms. "They won't wake him up. and if they do, he can't get in here. You are safe. Especially if you don't go near them. Don't get provoked by them. What they want to do is kill Klaus, right? Well, you'll just have to disappear for awhile. I have a house, from my past life, it's in the outskirts, if you stay there no one will know. Yes. That's what we'll do." I paced muttering and scratching my head. "Dulce, what are you saying?" She asked. "I'm saying, that's their game plan. They are going to use you to lure Klaus here. It makes sense. You're his sister, he'll trust your word. They'll get you when you are down. I don't trust Elena, she'll get close to you, and since she's the only human can use the dagger…" I trailed off. "She'll stab me in the back." She whispers. I nod. "So it is important if you leave to my home. The only way to enter the home is if you have an object of mine." I say heading out of her room and into mine. I heard her footsteps as I dug around in my jewelery box, before I found a bracelet. "Here. I know you'll miss the homecoming dance. I want you to go and be safe, I'll call you when it's safe to come home." I looked at her with a sad smile. "Ok. I'll go get my bag ready." I smiled.
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"You have to go to homecoming. I'm sure they already have suspicions. Drink this, it's vervain, I don't want them to compel you to do something stupid." I nodded. as I grabbed the glass out of her hand. I felt something in the wind shift as I looked at the sky, knowing the moment I feared the most, was here. "Your father's here. In town. Go. Go now, before he notices that you are still in town. I'll cover for you. Now go!" I hugged once more, before pushing away and shoving her towards the car. I finally had my best friend back, and now she's gone once more.
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I had woken up the next day and prepared to go shopping. After all, tonight was homecoming and I didn't have a dress. Putting on my hat and shouldering my purse walked out the door. I felt this was going to be a long day and night.
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"Are you Miss Montenegro?" A man in a suit said coming up to me. I turned, putting the red dress back on the rack. "That depends who's asking. I'm sorry who are you?" He was young and tall, must have been in his mid twenties, I suppose. "I'm Timothy and a Miss Rebekah called in earlier saying that a Miss Montenegro would come into the store looking for a dress." I refrained from smiling. Well Rebekah, you certainly made this a lot easier for me.
"Then yes Timothy. I am Miss Montenegro.
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The dress was beautiful, and I thought Rebekah did a great job buying it. I had a sent her text, thanking her, before I deleted every picture, message, anything that could lead to finding her, was erased.
I looked at my watch and noticed it was getting late and I had to get ready for the dance. Just as I was heading upstairs, I heard the phone ring from the living room. I ran towards it checking the clock before answering it. "Hello?" I asked. "Dulce. It's Elena, I was wondering if I could speak to Rebekah?" "I'm sorry, I don't know a Rebekah." I replied in a monotoned voice. "She's been compelled. She's useless." I could hear Stefan's voice through the other line before ending the call.
This was good. If they believed I was compelled, they won't find Rebekah, and they'll leave her alone. Now all I had to do was find a way to get them off my back.