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Chapter Thirty-Six, Miss Mystic Falls

Curtains framing the open window hung limp with the early Virginia warmth and her budding humidity when I woke up that morning. The bedroom bathed in sunlight, golden rays splaying out over the bed, tingling my skin with warmth and I slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

The days began to blur together and slowly I'd eased back in Elena's normal routine. If I'd expected Mikael to just appear, like a nightmare out of my closet, I had been disappointed. He didn't.

And when the days had turned into weeks, without as much as a leaf out of place, I started to feel more validated in the knowledge I was safe and Mikael was not after me.

Or at least, he didn't seem to be and I should at least attempt to continue my life. Finish my schooling and passing the SAT tests with flying colors. They were tickets into a good school and out of this hell hole.

Besides, I only had three months left till Elena would turn eighteen-years-old.

Only three months, before I would get access to the trust fund Miranda and Grayson had set up for Elena and start the preparations to get away here. I could start again.

I could go and start somewhere afresh. Three months— they would flash by, and with a bit of luck Klaus wouldn't have come back for me yet.

With me gone, I expected all the bad to be gone with me— but, even before Elena was born, this town always had it, hadn't it?

And I supposed with Klaus' stepfather out, Mikael the vampire who hunted vampires, I supposed Klaus must have had better things to do then hunt down werewolf packs.

After all, when Mikael around he always made himself scarce. Perhaps that was why Mikael hadn't come for me either.

The sacrifice had passed by, Klaus was a hybrid, Mikael simply didn't have a use for me anymore, and so, he hadn't bothered with me. Or— well, that was my wistful thinking.

Honestly, it was all a bit much. So I did the sensible thing. One thing at a time.

Taking a deep breath, I straightened my shoulders, peering at the white dress I'd selected for myself and finger combed my fingers through my hair. Picking the dress up by the hanger, I held it in front of me, stepping back to admire my reflection in the mirror, into a full beam of sunlight.

My skin tingled in discomfort, awareness spreading out over my limbs, when I recognized it from the series — fourth season Elena if I remembered correctly — but it was nice. Perfect to wear for Miss Mystic Falls. Simple, modest, nothing too flashy. I'd feel comfortable in it.

Just as I'd felt comfortable in the mess that was my room. I'd butchered through my closets, needing something on my hands while staying away from Elena's mother and brother (even without Grayson at the house, I felt uncomfortable) and I let my eyes glide across the floor.

There wasn't much floor to see, I supposed.

Cloths I'd worn last weekend kicked to the floorboards, my shirt and sweater hanging from the back of the office chair, and a pair of sweats were draped over the window seat.

I was quite sure Elena had never been this disorganized, but I didn't care. It felt good to be in charge of my disorganization. It felt good to be in charge of anything.

Without school to distract me, not for an entire month — which, what the fuck, how did people ever graduate in this town? — it felt good to be in charge. Even if Miss Mystic Falls was to happen today. After Tyler's accident, it had been postponed for almost a month, but, as was usual for the sleepy town of Mystic Falls, Founder events were never truly cancelled.

"Because what's a little accident in the shadow of showing up the masses?"

Dressing quickly, straightening the skirt over my legs, my phone beeped noisily. I reached for it absentmindedly, snorting when I noticed Caroline's picture.

NEED YOUR HELP. BE THERE ASAP. XXX Care

I snorted. Caroline Forbes was truly something else. Nothing ever seemed to face her. Becoming a vampire. The first three days were hard, but she overcame her shock quickly enough. Best friend kidnapped by crazy scientist, don't worry, she'll take them down. Body snatcher having taken over her best friend's body, she gets over it and befriends her.

Although Bonnie had been more okay with it, than I'd expected, it didn't explain why they were so welcoming of me.

Staring at the text message again, I rolled my eyes. "Damn, are you impatient or not?"

Typing a quick reply, I ventured out of my room and into the upstairs hallway. Voices came up from downstairs, and I recognized Jenna's jittery chatter right away, before descending the stairs silently, considering how best to get myself a car.

Grayson's SUV obviously wasn't an option (he'd taken it) and I doubted Miranda would be all that willing to loan me hers, but having a car at my disposal, that would be nice.

If anything, Bonnie was not all right. Caroline might like to ignore her friend's antics, but I could see it. Vampirism had taken something from her, and together with the abuse she'd receive from that terrifying scientific cult, it had damaged something inside of her. She was traumatized and if anything, taking her away from a possibly toxic environment, seemed like a good thing. The right thing.

"—cares if the flowers go near the podium or near the entrance. What a bullshit."

"Jen," Miranda sighed and I veered into the kitchen.

Elena's mom was seated on one of the stools at the kitchenette, Jenna across from her, looking over a stack of papers. They both looked up when I entered and waggled my fingers at them. "Morning."

"Morning, Kid," Jenna grinned happily. Miranda nodded, saying nothing.

"Erm, does anyone want some coffee?"

"No," Miranda mumbled absentmindedly, almost sounding as if she was operating on autopilot, "I'm okay, Sweetie."

"All right—"

"Please, get me some." Jenna yawned and I waggled my fingers at her. "I think I'll die otherwise."

"What are you doing?" I asked pouring ground coffee beans into the coffee machine.

"Checking over the festival's preparations— one last time," she explained and rubbed her fingers along her temples, "or, I hope this will be the last time…" and she gave a long loathsome look towards her sister. "But I assume it's not."

"Don't pout, Jen, it causes wrinkles."

"Yeah, yeah," she grumbled and I passed her a large cup of coffee. "Thanks, Elena."

"Focus Jen," Miranda admonished lightly and Jenna gave me a long suffering look that made me think she needed help. There was definitely an imploring look in her eyes and— Yeah, not going to happen. I was already in enough trouble with helping Caroline— and instead, I gave her a thumbs-up and she made a choking sound before turning her attention back to the papers in front of her.

"Mom, can I take your car to— Caroline's?"

"Oh— no, I'll need it today—" she answered vaguely and Jenna looked up again.

"Here," she grinned, fishing her car keys from her pocket and threw them at me. "Take mine."

"Thanks, Aunt Jenna."

"You're welcome, Kid."

With a final wave, I quickly crossed the kitchen, got my dress bag from the living room, and took my jacket from the hook, buttoning it up as I'd headed for Jenna's red Mini Cooper.

Spring might have arrived in Virginia, but the streets had yet to be fully divested off its last winter adornments. Trees were budding and fresh daffodils fluttered in the morning breeze. Toying with the keychain, I quickly opened the car door, and threw my dress bag onto the backseat, quickly revving the car onto the street.

Within minutes, I was steering the car through early morning traffic. I supposed the relative quiet and peace even at this time, was something I did enjoy from Mystic Falls. Even it was supposed to be busy on the road, reaching school, the main road or Caroline, you were never stuck in traffic long.

Within fifteen minutes, I turned into Caroline's street and parked the Mini Cooper in front of the blonde vampire's house.

She'd left the front door open and I crossed the threshold with a frown.

"All right," I exclaimed, tucking a wavy lock of hair behind my ear, "I'm here, where's the fire?"

"Oh, El, there you are!" Caroline grinned, descending down the stairs.

"El?"

Caroline grinned, looking like a bundle of excitement as soon as I'd stepped further inside the house. "It works for you doesn't it? Besides, it feels natural to call you somethings that's, you know, close to your actual name."

"Whatever, Care, if that's what you like, why not?" I mumbled.

"We both think it fits you," Caroline grinned and I wondered how she managed to make everything seem so easy. How she managed to make it seem like she felt no stress. "Come on, we're in the kitchen. I hope you brought your dress?"

"It's in the car."

"Well," she drawled, waving at the door, "go get it. I need to see if it fits"

"All right, all right, damn you're impossibly bossy today."

Caroline preened as if I'd somehow complimented her and I went to collect the blue dress from the car. When I returned inside, dress bag hung over my arm Caroline had moved to the kitchen table, shaping her hair, while Bonnie sat on the counter.

A variety of makeup items littering the ceramic plate around her. She stared down at a small mirror, clasped tightly between her fingers as she put bronzer on her cheeks.

Honestly, she wasn't like the Bonnie I'd watched on my computer screen. Watched her display so many emotions, give Damon and Stefan the cold shoulder whenever they needed to be put into their place, or help Caroline with the sort of referent need I hadn't seen in anyone else.

It was different now. I couldn't pinpoint it exactly, but she seemed— to be lacking something. I still didn't know what exactly had happened to Bonnie when she'd been in Whitmore's hands, but watching her twirl the bronzer between her fingers almost absentmindedly, with that forlorn light into her eyes, I didn't know how to ask.

"Do you want me to do your hair?" Caroline asked, apparently done with the perfect curl of hers.

I smiled. "Sure, I'd like that."

"I say curls," she grinned and ushered me in a chair and Bonnie hopped from the counter.

"I could do you your makeup?"

I smiled again, the motion feeling somewhat strained. "Yeah, why not?"

I'd gotten used to do Elena's makeup but I supposed letting someone else who knew my face better than I did, wouldn't hurt. It didn't mean, however, I had to like it. With Caroline shaping my hair from behind and Bonnie filling in my eyebrows, I had to sit still. And I didn't like it much.

In the end having one girl snip at me to be still and another clucking about dry skin, and hadn't I never heard of moisturizer, I felt almost beautiful.

That afternoon, when I unfolded from the backseat of Caroline's car, I actually felt like a teenager again. The white dressed which I'd thought looked modest, hugged my curves perfectly and my hair tumbled over my shoulders in dark curls, almost looking like perfect waves. Of course, I'd known Elena was beautiful, it just hadn't hit me how beautiful she really was.

It was certainly a bit disconcerting, the way even adult men let their eyes glide over my body, my legs, zeroed in on my breasts, and I self consciously crossed my arms over my chest. Bonnie gave me a nervous glance, worried for an entirely different reason to have so many eyes on her.

"Come on," Bonnie muttered, beckoning her hand to Founders' Hall.

"Yeah." I mumbled.

"According to Caroline you should own that look, just saying."

"Uhu, yeah, well, this is Caroline's scene isn't it? It definitely isn't mine."

Bonnie snorted. "It's so weird to hear you say that."

"Who's escorting her?" I asked, trying to change the topic as subtly as possible.

I wasn't sure how successful I was, but if I wasn't Bonnie let it slide, giving me a small smile. "Tyler is."

"Really, when did that happen?"

"I'm not sure. Apparently she helped him with his werewolf transformations."

"And from one thing came another," I guessed, not letting on how much that was like the original story. I thought the entire day was a bit like it was supposed to be.

Elena helping her friend prepare for the pageant seemed like something that might have happened the first time around, of screen, of course. Or perhaps Bonnie had been the one who'd Caroline made to stand next to the blonde's bed, holding six different outfits in carrier bags, so Caroline could choose which dress she would wear.

"Matt isn't taking it so well though."

"But he broke up with Caroline?"

"He was just hurt, Elena," Bonnie said softly, "I think he liked her much more than she thought."

"Go figure," I agreed, "I think he liked her much more than he thought."

"Poor Matt," she mumbled and I nodded in agreement.

I was pretty sure his relationships never stuck. Nor did Bonnie's as far as I was aware of. We ascended the wide shallow steps up into Founders' Hall.

I vaguely remembered the Miss Mystic Falls episode, and I vaguely remembered the blonde girl who Stefan attacked. I supposed that wouldn't happen today.

Flicking a lock of hair over my shoulder, I followed Bonnie down the hall and into a circular room with a large arching stairwell. It was bustling with people and my heels clicked on the marble floor.

I recognized several familiar faces and listened absentmindedly as a group of girls a year up discussed what color dresses the contestants were wearing.

"Is that Damon?" Bonnie suddenly asked.

My breath stocked in my throat and I followed Bonnie's wide-eyed-gaze to the other side of the room. Damon Salvatore, straight-backed and arrogant faced stood next to Carol Lockwood, smiling benevolently as the woman explained something, holding onto a clipboard tightly.

"I thought he was gone," I whispered.

"He was." Bonnie gasped, her face had gone chalk-white and I grabbed her hand, squeezing tightly.

"You're okay."

"Stefan said he'd left."

I swallowed. "Yeah, is that why we don't see him anymore?"

I hadn't seen Stefan in a while. He'd stopped going to school before that, but I used to see him so now and then, mostly around Caroline and then, after we brought Bonnie home, I'd seen him around her too, but he'd stopped trying to court me.

I hadn't seen Damon since he'd gotten out of the tomb. I'd thought he'd gotten out of town after he realized Katherine was not in love nor waiting for him. Yet— there he was.

I had to admit, there, standing beneath the soft lights of the chandelier, he was dashingly handsome. And that was the scary thing, wasn't it?

The most horrible and evil people in the Vampire Diaries universe all seemed so normal. They were all attractive and handsome, many were charismatic and several could easily encourage you to let your guard down. And that was the problem who didn't have my foresight, wasn't it?

You only realized what they really were when it was too late.

"No, Stefan and Enzo got into it." Bonnie muttered. "That's why you don't see Stefan anymore."

My eyes narrowed. "Enzo?"

"He checks in on me— often."

"You and Enzo," I echoed and watched her cheeks turn a shade darker. "Who would have thought?"

"Not like that."

I snorted. "Uhu, sure."

"He was just the only thing I had to hold onto."

"Oh," I nervously twisted a lock of hair between my fingers, "I'm sorry. That was stupid of me."

My eyes drifted to Damon Salvatore again. He met my gaze and waggled his fingers at me. His smirk just as arrogant as I remembered and I felt my shoulders lock together. I wondered— had I applied for Miss Mystic Falls, would he have tried dancing with me?

I forcefully averted my eyes again, turning my attention to the staircase. It shouldn't be long before the contestants would be announced, right? I kept my eyes away from Damon the entire time until, finally, Carol Lockwood stepped up and started to announce the contestants.

First coming down the stairs was Tina Fell and I let my eyes gratefully drink her in. I'd heard her describe her dress and her matching shoes to Caroline during one of our cheerleading practices.

She looked pretty, blonde hair gleaming, but her smile was smug and condescending. She was like that in real life too, which I definitely didn't get. I wasn't sure why she felt so superior to everyone.

It had only been two months ago she'd been arrested for drunken driving and had to do community service as a result of it.

The second to descend was Blair Fell, smiling easily and I remembered she'd won last year's miss Mystic Falls as well. Third, Amber Bradley come down. The blonde girl certainly hadn't been lying when she'd said she didn't like to be the center of attention during History last week.

She looked jittery and flushed, her hands shaking.

"She looks ready to pass out," Bonnie remarked softly. She was still as tightly strung as a bow, but she looked less ready to try and gauge Damon's eyes out. I relaxed the hand holding onto hers, flexing my fingers.

"I'm impressed she hasn't tripped down the stairs yet," I answered.

"She should stay far away from Caroline then," Bonnie gave a face and I sniggered.

"Speaking about Caroline," I started, "there she is."

And there she was. She looked beautiful. Then again she was beautiful. She descended the stairs with grace, her smile happy and her blue eyes gleaming.

Caroline wore the same green dress I'd remembered from the series, hugging her figure snugly, almost like a second skin. Already, after five months of being a vampire, she was more confident. Much like Stefan had said, vampirism had made Caroline grow into herself.

The same couldn't be said about Tyler. Although he led the blonde down the hall with the expected arrogance the Lockwood scion was supposed to have, there was something lacking in his eyes.

I knew in the series the relationship he shared with Caroline was like rollercoaster. When it was good, they were great together. When it went bad, they gave each other hell.

Carol led everyone outside and then the music started.

They were doing the dance of the near-touch and I crossed my arms over my chest. The weather was pleasant but the slight breeze still chilled my skin.

I watched them move around the make-shift dance floor almost in a daze. To be honest, I'd slowly ceased paying attention to the dancing couples. I was barely even aware when the judges moved back into the building, supposed discussing the winner of the pageant.

And then they came out again. Carol Lockwood wore a smile more expensive than her dress and took the stage. She eyed the sea of dresses and expensive tuxes and waved her hand around for the contestants to come closer.

She smiled benevolently. "Before I crown the winner, I'd like to offer a personal thank you to all of these young ladies for their efforts to better our community." She took a deep breath and a round of applause followed. The Major's wife was silent, grinning until the noise deflated and then continued easily. "As you all know this year's edition is special. The queen will have the special honor of taking the central stage of the 150th crowning gala. So— without further a due, it is my honor to announce our very own Miss Mystic Falls; Caroline Forbes. Congratulations, Caroline."

The round of applause that followed this time around was so loud, even my human eardrums started to ring. It was a good ring though and I clapped just as hard.

Caroline beamed, coming forward to accept the banner. The crown fit her to a tee and with some final words from Carol which I couldn't hear, waitresses and waiters started to twirl through the crowd.

All of them were holding trays of champagne and I temporary forgot congratulating Caroline in favor of getting a drink.

It had been a while that I had something stronger than beer and smiled when a mousy-haired girl I recognized from school, slipped me a flute.

Eyes flitting around, I quickly moved towards the French doors, thinking it be less crowded inside and lest chance for someone to notice minor Elena Gilbert having a drink. I had to lift the edge of my dress to avoid tripping over it and took a seat on the window seat when I found a relatively empty, circular room.

It was expensive champagne. The drink fizzled in my mouth and I let out a content sigh and let the back of my head drop against the window. "I really needed that."

I was on my second drink when Grayson Gilbert sidled up beside me, his arm brushing mine, and my fingers tightened around the flute of champagne. My breath hitched in my throat; "Oh, hi dad."

"You and alcohol have never been a good match, Hon."

"I was just planning on one glass," I muttered, settling it beside me. I cleared my throat awkwardly. "So, how've you been doing?"

"I've been good."

"I'm sorry," I managed, "I didn't mean to kick you out of the house."

"Elena, I know you're angry with me," he started and I opened my mouth to say something but he held up his hand. "And I understand now why you were—why you are so upset. Your ability to see the good in people, it's what we've always loved about you. And perhaps that's a good thing. Perhaps, seeing things from your point of view, since Bonnie and Caroline aren't bad people— isn't a bad thing. However, I've never had the luxury of differentiating between them. I was taught they were monsters. Every last one of them and they needed to be eradicated."

"Right," I mumbled and crossed my legs at the ankles. "I know not all of them are good either."

"No."

"So, I understand you have to protect the town." I whispered. "I understand why the council would hunt them. I do. But I don't understand why you'd have to torture them."

"Torture isn't the main adjective." He explained, plucking the champagne up from the window sill. "It's to learn of their psychology. To learn why they heal the way they do or why they lust for blood the way they do. That's what I was researching, Elena, I want to know why they function the way they do."

I wetted my lips. "Does the council know that?"

The answer in his face was clear; No, they did not.

"I guess I can somewhat understand." I whispered. "But not every vampire wants to be one."

"We wanted to make a cure."

"But that's not possible, is it?"

Grayson noisily blew air through his lips. His breath smelled of wine and I realized his cheeks were pink. I'd even go as far as saying he was well on his way on getting drunk. "It does seem that way."

"Are you going to continue your study?"

"That would be tad bit difficult, wouldn't it?"

I supposed that meant the creepy organization was no longer operative. Which, if I was honest to myself, was not much of a surprise. After all, I'd been partly responsible for the deaths of those colleagues of his.

Swallowing, I looked at the wall clock. Four forty.

Elena would probably tell her father she'd forgive him. It was her thing, wasn't it? Forgiving people. However, I never felt the need to voice out my forgiveness. I presented it through actions.

"Thank you for telling me this." I said and patted his shoulder. "I understand you better now."

He nodded and turned towards me, tucking my hair behind my ears. I watched his eyes flicker down to the scar at the base of my neck and I stared at his face unwavering. "I'm very proud to be your father."

"I—" I swallowed, "—I'm glad you are too."

He held out the flute of champagne for me to take and jerked to his feet. I accepted it with a small smile and he patted m u head. "Don't drink too much, Sweetheart."

"I won't, I promise."

I watched him go with mixed feelings before finishing the drink and venturing out of Founder's Hall as well.

Outside, in the middle of the grass field, Caroline was still the center of attention, bursting with self-assurance and the promise of life. She looked so happy, so carefree, that I remained standing. I watched her from the sideline as she accepted the congratulations, her grin open and infectious. She looked so young right then,

I waited until I saw Bonnie nearing Caroline, before I wound through he throng of people as well. Bonnie was smiling, a spark of the human witch I'd seen so often, returning to her eyes and I waggled my fingers.

"So congratulations." I said.

"Thanks." Caroline answered, her lip corners rose in an impish grin. "I hadn't exactly expected it— well, without you I had a serious chance."

"Want to know a secret?"

"Hm?" She cocked her head to the side, fingering the banner around her shoulders.

"You won the last time around too and Elena actually attended then."

"Really?"

I grinned. "Yep."

The smile turned self-assured at that. "Well, that's good then— I think."

"Perhaps a victory drink at the Grill?" I suggested breezily.

"I can't," Bonnie shrugged, having kept quiet through most of the conversation, "I promised my dad to be home early today. He has something important to discuss with me."

"Oh," I mumbled and curled a lock of hair around my index finger, "well, good luck then."

"Thanks."

Caroline and I watched her skip across the grass field and out of the gates with matching looks of worry. The crowd was dispersing out of the gates as well and both me and Caroline moved across the stone terrace. I plucked my coat from one of the folding chairs near the make-shift stage, brushed some of the dirt and grass from it, and followed Caroline down the gravel drive towards Jenna's mini cooper.

"Do you think she'll be all right, eventually?" I asked, as Caroline closed the passenger door and stretched her legs. "She's acting— odd."

"I think it will take some time." Caroline mumbled.

"She isn't angry with you, is she?"

"No," she wetted her lips, "but she hates what she is. I think it has something to do with her being a witch before. She had all these connections to the earth and now, they're all just gone. She takes that really hard."

I pursed my lips, turning on the engine. "Well, she has Enzo, doesn't she?"

"You don't approve?"

"No, I'm Switzerland, I'm neutral." I gripped the steering wheel tightly, turning onto the road. "If she's happy with him…"

"He's good for her and—" Caroline started, before, gripping my arm.

"What?"

"What do you think that's all about?" She answered, nodding towards an assembling crowd up the main street. I frowned . "What's going on there?"

"Someone was hurt," she told me softly and I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

"What?"

"Yeah," Caroline said vaguely and beckoned towards crowd, "let's go and find out."

I nodded half-heartily and Caroline bound forward. Hands shaking, trying to ignore the queasy feeling in my stomach, I followed after her.

The entire area was cordoned off. A large group was gathered around the Grill and in the distance I watched a stretcher being carried to the ambulance. My shouldered locked together and I stared at the fluttering red-and-white police tape all along the road and a large section of the park opposite.

Liz Forbes and several deputies were talking among themselves and Caroline waved at her, effectively catching her attention. Her face was gaunt, ashes even, and her eyes widened when she noticed me.

It took a second for her to clear her expression and then she made her way over.

"Caroline, Elena."

"What's going on mom?"

Mrs Forbes fidgeted, worried eyes wide and disgusted, and her eyes remained on me.

Dread reared up in me. My eyes flitted to the ambulance. The stretcher was still visible but the body was covered with a white sheet, scarlet blossoming, saturating the material where I thought the head and the chest were. Somehow I knew who it was even before the words slipped from my mouth; "Who—"

"It's your father Elena." Mrs. Forbes whispered.

Black spots started to dance in front of my eyes and nausea rose from within me, I squeezed my eyes tight. My stomach clenched and I had to swallow hard. "How?"

"I can't discuss that."

"Was it murder? Was it— supernatural?"

Because if it was, then he would come back. His ring would assure that.

"He was beheaded?" Caroline gasped and her mother gave her an annoyed glare.

"Caroline!"

"Right," I mumbled, "vampire hearing."

Mrs Forbes looked faintly ill at that reminder but Caroline ignored it, her eyes zoomed in on the paramedics scampering around the cordoned area. I stared up at Mrs Forbes again. "Was his hand removed too?"

"How do you—"

"Oh God!"

Damon stepped up next to Liz Forbes, looking apologetic and tight-faced as he murmured something into the Sheriff's ear. I met his eyes starkly and my blood froze.

"Oh God—"

(To be continued…)

A/N: I'm not totally happy with how this chapter turned out, which means there's a real chance I might change it later on. To be honest, I'm not sure if its rushed or not, but I was rather impatient for the next arc to start. And here it is— its starting point.

Honestly, I'm really curious what you all think! Was it rushed, or are you as ready as I am for the next chapter in this story? Because shit is about to hit the fan.

And honestly, the amount of trauma these kids go through, I'm not sure how to put it under words sometimes.

And Grayson, yeah, that happened...

Like always, leave a review and enjoy the ride. Next update Friday next week.