Hey! I wanted to publish this and get it out there to see how people would like it. I have no promises for when I'll get the next chapter out but I am working on it!
This first chapter was written like 5 years ago so it's absolutely not my best by any means. But please give it a shot, it does get so much better next chapter, I promise!
This is just the intro chapter so its very information heavy, sorry about that! The next chapter will really be getting into the story and Lissa's interactions with the characters.
I'd love to hear what you think about the Lissa and anything else you feel about the story! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries only thing I have a say in is my OC Lissa Gilbert.
She was born Lindsey Martin. Now she was Melissa "Lissa" Gilbert. She used to be 5'9. Now she wasn't even a foot tall. She died at the age of 39. Yet not 2 months ago she had celebrated her 2nd birthday. Confusing, no? Well, try living it. All she remembered was walking into her local middle school to interview a child about his parents and hearing a bang followed by a flash of pain, and the next thing she's aware of is someone shoving a nipple-shaped thing into her mouth. Her mouth that didn't have teeth.
The whole experience was mind-boggling. The shock of being reborn is the reason it took her a whole 4 months to realize she'd been reborn as Elena Gilbert's albino twin. As in she was basically a doppelganger without any pigmentation besides her blue eyes. She was so excited to be seen as the weird Gilbert twin. If Caroline in the show had a problem being compared to Elena, she knew her future was going to be riddled with comparisons.
Even at birth, you could see their clear differences. Lissa had a sickly white complexion with icy blue eyes and a tuff of white hair on her head. On the other hand, Elena was clearly going to be a tan girl with the darkest of hair and pretty brown eyes. Even at age 2, the twin girls were night and day. On top of all that, Lissa didn't really act like a normal child. Can you blame her though? She was an adult in mind and was expected to be a mindless child. It just didn't work out well.
"Lissa, Elena, what do you think about Jeremy for a boy's name?" Miranda, her new mother, asked from the hospital bed. She'd just given birth to her new baby brother. Did this mean she could completely fuck with canon and change someone's name? No, sadly, Jeremy did fit her brother in the future. She should let him keep the name.
"Jeremy sounds like a nerd name!" Elena piped up.
"Shush Elena! I like it." She stuck her tongue out, playing the role of a 2-year-old. At times she knew she either didn't act very well or completely oversold it. Luckily, her parents were blinded by that nice ol' parental love. She may not have been the favorite but currently she's sure they'd let her get away with murder. It's not surprising Elena became a spoiled brat.
Her father laughed, "Well that just means he's gonna take after his dear ol' dad!"
Lissa, despite knowing what her future held in terms of her parents, was happy she had this time with them. And now she had Jeremy to look after. Elena was going to have both Salvatores' protection, but Jeremy was going to have hers. And honestly, considering she had the knowledge to at least get on the Originals' good side, she'd pick her protection over those two brothers any day.
Middle School, the current bane of her existence. She was certain that not even Klaus would wish the torture of going through it a second time on his worst enemy...Well, maybe his father but that doesn't count. That dude has been hunting them down for 1000 years. At school she was stuck dealing with teachers trying to get her to play or socialize with all the other kids. At least at home, her parents didn't question her anti-social tendencies. Admittedly that's mainly because they were so focused on Elena and what she was doing but that's besides the point.
Plus she wasn't without friends. She had somehow made friends with baby Caroline on the first day of elementary school. Even if she didn't want to hang out with anyone, she would still be forced to see the blonde girl. Lissa was sure that not even death would keep Caroline from being her friend. The young girl seemed to imprint on her the minute she saw her.
Besides Caroline, she'd made one more friend. A friend she'd never really expected to make as the very thought of it never would have crossed her mind until she was past the age of 16. That friend is the one she was currently sneaking into her father's office to see. Looking around her to check that no one was around that would question her going into her father's office mid-afternoon, the young albino girl snuck through the door. Closing the black parasol she had to keep with her so her skin didn't burn, she made her way down to the secret basement she'd found a couple of months ago.
"Hello, Enzo."
Enzo had been a complete surprise to her when she was sneaking around her father's office trying to find anything about vampires. Of course, she hadn't expected to find an actual vampire clearly having been tortured, locked in chains, and held down on a metal gurney. She wasn't proud to say she'd squeaked like a scared mouse, closed the door, and panic paced for 10 minutes outside the room trying to figure out what to do.
She had forgotten about the fact her new father was in that secret vampire torturing society. This had brought that information to the front of her mind. But this was also her one opportunity to actually interact with the supernatural world before her teenage years. Nodding, the white haired girl walked into the basement and stood next to the chained vampire.
"Hello. I'm Lissa Gilbert. Who are you?" She asked. Not her best plan but if she's right this was Enzo meaning the last positive interaction had been Damon in the 60s.
The man chained down blinked as if to make sure she wasn't a hallucination. "Enzo. What is a little girl doing in this room? You don't belong here."
Lissa shrugged. "This is Dad's building. I was just exploring."
"You're taking this weirdly well, finding a man being tortured in your father's basement."
"I'm a weird kid."
Enzo chucked. "That you seem to be. You better leave soon. I don't want to find out what would happen if your father found you in here."
Sighing, she nodded. Enzo was right. Lissa wasn't Elena; she wouldn't ever be the favorite child. She was the extendable twin, the weird one that needed a parasol to go outside because of her lack of pigmentation,the one that had to wear glasses because her albinism affected her eyesight.
"I'll come back. I promise."
She quickly left knowing that if she stayed she wouldn't be able to get herself to leave for hours. She wanted to question him. She'd have to come back in the middle of the night when no one would be able to interrupt them.
Enzo smiled probably for the first time in years. She was a weird kid but it was nice to see a face that didn't immediately mean pain. He doubted she would actually come back. What kid would come back to see a tortured monster?
Lissa knew Enzo didn't expect her to keep her promise of coming back. She did though. Not a week after that first meeting she'd snuck out of her house and into the office basement after her parents had gone to bed. She had wanted to get some blood for him but considering at the time she met Enzo she was only 7 she didn't particularly know where to get any blood bags. And she wasn't about to be stupid enough to let him drink directly from her. Who knows how long the guy had been without any blood.
Once she got there she'd taken the whole night to question the vampire. She hadn't learnt much about the secret society she couldn't already infer from the fact it was a secret society. She did learned about Enzo though. She hadn't expect him to be so open with himself but considering he'd probably been locked up for about a century or more, it wasn't too surprising. He was probably craving any sort of positive interaction. If she remembered right, Damon was the last positive interaction the dude had and he'd left Enzo high and dry after he escaped.
"Hello, my dear. How was school this week? Still having that feud with the Lockwood boy?" Enzo asked. The guy has strapped down and had his own blood surrounding him, yet he was still more interested in her middle school feuds.
"Ah, well I have 75 hours of community service I now have to do." She said hand reaching up to scratch the back of her neck. "Apparently when you smash a dude's nuts to the point of no future protégé, it's seen as a crime."
Enzo barked out a laugh, not shocked at all that the young girl he'd gotten to know over the years had done something like that. Despite the innocent façade she portrayed to the rest of the world, he knew the girl was as ruthless as a person could be.
"And why did you crush this boy's privates? Did he scorn you? Or did you just want to liven up the place for a bit?"
She scowled. "I wish it was something like boredom. Sadly, Tyler seems to be on the path of ultimate douchebag. He was trying to force himself on a girl in the grade lower than us. I just decided to crush that thinking in the bud…literally."
"Ahh. Not so fun then I see. Did you at least relish in his screams, Snow White?" Enzo asked.
"Of course. This is the only bit of severe mayhem I'll be able to get away with for a while. I had to enjoy it." She smirked. Lissa knew talking with Enzo multiple times a week had skewed her morals even more than they had been. She'd classify herself as a True neutral or Chaotic neutral if she was feeling mischievous. None of that goody too-shoes stuff her sister or other members of the future Scooby Gang like to tote. She knew she was fucked in the head. Came with dying and having to relive your childhood. It leaves a lot of time to just think up scenarios or question how the world worked. Considering she'd watched Vampire Diaries and The Originals pretty often in her last life, she was well aware that this world was Kill or Be Killed. And she wasn't going to die because she couldn't compromise something like morals.
It definitely didn't help Klaus and Kol were her favorite characters back in her original world. Those two were probably the worst role models when it came to morals.
"Not to rush you or anything but you did bring this poor torture victim some blood right? Cause I've grown used to actually having something of sustenance thanks to you."
She blinked, suddenly reminded of the multiple blood bags in her backpack. This was a weekly occurrence. They both knew that Enzo couldn't feed every time she came as that would tip her dad off to someone helping the poor man. But once a week kept him somewhat fed enough that he wouldn't be ravenous or on the brink of desecration. It was the least she could do since she couldn't free the guy without letting the secret society know that someone else knew about them. And Enzo refused to put her in harm's way despite her saying it wasn't a big deal; that she was going to have worse after her soon enough. He'd refused her every time she offered. Finally, they reached this compromise.
Feeding Enzo the bags one by one and then storing them away in her backpack to burn later, Lissa kissed Enzo on the forehead like she always did when she left him and made her way out of the basement.
Time passed like it always does, slow and way too fast all at once. Lissa had managed to "talk" her parents into letting her get a couple of piercings over the years. More like she told them either they allowed it or she was going to do it anyway but it would be either at a sketchy place or she'd do it herself. Knowing she wasn't playing her parents finally relented. She'd gotten her septum, industrial, and her eyebrow pierced. Unbeknownst to her parents, He still went behind their back and talked a piercing guy into doing her nipples on the down low. It may have taken her making out with the dude but she'd gotten what she wanted. Was that a slutty thing to do? Yes, and if she was actually 16 she'd be appalled that someone would do that but she wasn't really 16 so she'll let it slide. She may have left a little rune on the corner of the shop that made it where the dude couldn't get it up if there was ever a customer in the shop but that was her own business.
The rune business was also new. She had realized that despite her albinism she was still technically a doppelganger. A failed one, but she was still a doppelganger. This meant her blood was powerful. Super powerful. So she'd gone to the only woman she could think of, a one Sheila Bennett. She was just as judgy as she thought she would be with her 'vampires are abominations of nature' and 'you must follow the will of nature to gain power.' Personally, Lissa found it all to be a load of bullshit but she listened and played along until she found a way to use magic. Real magic. Of course it wasn't anything like a witch could do. But with her blood, some runes, and willpower she could pack a real punch against anyone that tried anything against her.
Once she realized what she could do she immediately went to a back alley tattoo shop that didn't ask questions and had them tattoo two runes sequences on herself. Using ink mixed with her own blood. On her left palm she had the rune sequence for protection and shield and on her right she had the runes for fire and destruction. They did exactly what they seemed like they would. Focusing a bit on her left palm would make a shield that covered herself or someone else and her right palm would basically become a flamethrower. She'd like to see a vampire run through that. When she showed Enzo he'd literally tried to back away despite still being tied down to that metal gurney. She definitely felt a bit more powerful and protected than she had before.
Other than the piercings and tattoos her appearance hadn't changed much. She was still the same color as printer paper and her icy blue eyes were still icy and blue. She hadn't even gained much in height, only hitting a lovely 5'3. Even in her tallest platform boots she was only 5'7.
Her appearance and relationships with Jeremy, Caroline, Enzo were really the only thing to stay the same. All other relationships apparently went to shit when she didn't bend over backwards to please her twin sister. Her mom and dad expected her to be just like Elena despite neither of them being interested in the same things. Elena was the perfect small town girl, cheerleading, pageants, the blond hair blue eyed boyfriend, everything. While Lissa was everything they feared she would turn out to be. She didn't join clubs besides learning how to fight hand to hand, she had piercings and when she came home with those tattoos her parents flipped. She made friends with all the wrong people according to them. Sure, some of her acquaintances were criminals and drug dealers but they were loyal and a lot more fun than Matt Donovan or Bonnie "Ms. Judgy" Bennett. Plus, she had Caroline. Caroline who, despite clearly not being anything like Lissa herself, was honestly the best friend she could have.
She wasn't too sure why exactly Caroline decided Lissa was the Gilbert she was throwing her lot in with but she wasn't ever going to complain about it. Caroline, after getting passed the girly girl mask, was just as ruthlessly cunning as the pale girl was herself. She knew that she'd had an influence on Caroline herself. The girl was much more likely to resort to violence and wasn't squeamish at all with blood or gore or anything of the sort. She was actually the one to pick out horror movies whenever they had movie nights. She didn't remember exactly how the original Caroline was but she knew this Caroline was downright scary when she wanted to be. She knew that half the shit she got away with wouldn't have been possible if Caroline hadn't taken it upon herself to help her sneak about. Since her mom was the sheriff she knew exactly where and when cops would be placed. Hell, she was even the one to hook her up with the back alley tattoo guy. Apparently a guy her mom bagged had a ton of tattoos and Caroline had gotten him to spill any secrets about where her friend could get one without parent approval.
Lissa knew most of the town just saw her actions as acting out like any teenager does, but she knew that this is how she was in her last life. All piercings and tattoos and an 'I don't give a fuck' attitude. If she could scream in a cops face at a protest, she could damn well stand up to her parents and their disapproval at her life choices.
She knew it was coming but the shock was still enough to take her breathe away. Her parents were dead. Drowned, just like in the TV show. They died picking Elena up from a party she shouldn't have even been at. Lissa had tried her hardest to get Elena grounded once she realized the party that Tyler was throwing was the one that Elena would get drunk at and call her parents to pick her up from. She went so far as to plant cigarettes in her room knowing her mom would absolutely lose it at her favorite daughter smoking. Now instead of picking up a drunk Elena, they'd driven out to get her once they realized she'd snuck out. Perfect, never does anything wrong Elena decided this night was the one to do something rebellious.
Lissa may not get along with her parents but she tried her best to stop this. Guess somethings have to happen the same as canon no matter what. Now she's stuck in her sister's hospital room holding a sleeping Jeremy after he exhausted himself crying. And she was going to have to break it to her sister their parents were dead.
"Lissa." A whisper came from the doorway. As she turned to look she saw Jenna, clearly heartbroken but trying to hold it in.
"Hey, JenJen." Lissa tried to smile, to give any sort of comfort to her favorite aunt. Sadly, she knew it fell flat. She cared about her parents. They'd not been the best but they'd been leagues better than her first life's parents. She loved them as much as she could with the relationship they had. Now she was the eldest sibling, even just by 30 minutes, it was her job to be strong.
"Can you…" Lissa gestured down to her brother asleep on her lap. "I just need to take a walk. I…I need to think. Please?"
Jenna started, as if Lissa actually asking for help surprised her. Which it probably did. She was never one to admit she needed help, but this was completely different. She couldn't just leave her brother without any comfort after losing their parents. Plus, if Elena woke up she would at least wake up to a familiar face.
"Yes. Of course." Jenna said. Moving quickly, she lifted Jeremy's head from Lissa's lap and shifted it to hers, freeing the pale girl.
"Thanks Jen."
She quickly fled the hospital, not even stopping when the nurses tried to get her attention. She had an office she needed to get to, and fast.
Seeing Jenna reminded her of one other person that needed to know about her parents' death tonight. Enzo. Now that her dad was dead the secret society would sneak in to steal him away the minute they heard about what happened. This was their one and only shot of getting Enzo out of there. Not exactly what most people would be doing when their parents just died but it would keep her busy and her mind off the immediate future, and the funerals she was going to have to plan.
Busting in through the door of her dad's clinic, not caring if anyone saw, she took the stairs 3 at a time. Careful not to fall she slammed into the basement door. She wasn't sure if she actually turned the knob to open the door or if she just slammed it open but one minute she was in the stairway next she was standing in front of a surprised Enzo panting.
"Snow White? What's wrong? Why are you out of breath? Did you run here? Why?" he asked. Eyebrows furrowed, he took in the clear tear tracks on her face and then quickly put on clothing and wondered what had happened to his friend in the 2 days he hadn't seen the girl.
"I'm getting you out of here." Was all she replied. Pulling out the two bobby pins in her hair she kept with her, she bent down towards the locks that kept the chains around Enzo.
"What? No! Your dad will-"
"Nothing. He will do nothing. He died tonight. Same as my mom. This is our only opportunity to get you free. I'm taking it." She snarled. She needed one thing to go right tonight. Just one. If that meant freeing one of her best friends from his captivity, then that's perfectly alright with her.
Enzo gaped at the teenager. Grayson was dead? The elation he felt at that knowledge fell as he remembered that meant his friend's father was dead as well. "I-I'm sorry"
She let out a scoff as the first lock fell away. "No you're not, Enzo. That's fine. I'm a big girl. I can recognize I'm grieving for a bad man. My father may not have been completely terrible to me but he was your big bad boogie man. You can be happy he's dead."
"You're right. I'm happy Grayson is dead, but I can also be sad that you will grieve him, Snow White." Enzo was nothing if not aware of his emotions. He'd had decades of only time to get in tune with himself. So, yes, he was absolutely ecstatic at Grayson's death. He can still recognize his young friend was hurting.
Lissa smiled. Not a big one, but it was a smile nonetheless. She was touched that even after being tortured by her father for years, Enzo was still good enough to care about her grief for his tormentor.
With a clank, the 2nd lock fell away.
Feeling the lack of restraints on his right arm for the first time in years, Enzo stilled. He worried that this really was a sick joke someone was playing on him. Or Grayson somehow had found a way to actually command any hallucinations he saw.
"Well, are you going to rip the other chains off or am I going to have to pick those too." She said. "I know they're made with vervain water but after all the time you've had them on you I figured you'd be able to deal with it."
Enzo grabbed her upper arm in a tight grip, more than likely leaving a bruise. "You're sure this isn't a trick right? Grayson is dead?"
She flinched at the questions "I identified the bodies myself. Yes, Enzo. My dad is dead."
He let go of her arm and quickly crushed the locks on his other arm and his legs. Ignoring the pain from the vervain worked into the metal, Enzo sat up.
Lissa stepped back and just watched as the man took in finally being free. She was a bit worried he was going to start crying because, she understood the reasons he was getting emotional, she was never the best at comforting people. Comforting a man held in captivity and tortured for decades was not in her wheelhouse. Plus she didn't know when someone would be coming by to take him back to the main prison at the college. He needed to leave as soon as possible.
"So I know you want to rejoice in your freedom, but you need to get out of here."
Enzo's head jerked up from staring at his newly freed arms and legs. "What? I can't just leave. You freed me. And I don't know anything about living in the 21st century."
She pursed her lips. "I know. I'm sorry but if you're anywhere near here they'll try and recapture you. You know it and I know it. Compel someone to get you a burner phone and set it up. I'll give you my number and help you adjust to this time. But you need to get out of here."
He nodded. She was right of course. But he really didn't want to leave. She had been the only positive thing in his life for so long. He'd watched the girl grow up. Leaving felt wrong, especially with her in the middle of grieving her family.
"Are you sure? I can stay and hide."
She shook her head. As much as she would love to have him here she knew it was best he left. "No, you deserve to actually live your life, Enzo, not hide away just to stay near me. I may be a bitch but not even I can ask you to give up this chance."
In a reverse of their whole relationship it was Enzo that bent down and kissed Lissa's forehead just as she had done to him since she could reach the top of the gurney. They both smiled at each other and then the next second Enzo was gone, vampire speed taking him away faster than she could see.
Once she was sure that Enzo would be far enough away not to hear it, Lissa did something she hadn't done in a long while. She broke down and cried. She cried for her parents, for the pain her siblings were going to go through, for her best friend leaving, and, most importantly, she cried because the future she had watched so long ago was just around the corner, and she was scared.
After a while her tears dried up and she made the walk back to the hospital. Making her way to Elena's room, she was greeted by her siblings both on Elena's bed clearly having worn themselves out once again crying. Lissa felt her heart clinch at the sight of them. Sometimes she forgot how young the two were since she was physically the same age as them it was hard to remember they didn't have the maturity or brains of a full grown adult. But this, this sight just drove that home. She may not have the best relationship with Elena but even the most heartless person would feel sympathy at the sight in front of her.
Walking over to the bed, Lissa grabbed a corner of the sheet and joined her siblings on the too small twin bed. "Budge up you two. My ass isn't being covered and it's cold."
"Melissa…" Elena whimpered.
"Shh. It's okay. I know." Lissa shushed. There wasn't anything she needed to say to her.
"Mom and Dad, it's my fault." Elena let out a sob, unable to hold it in. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry"
Lissa felt her sister's hands grip her shirt as she cried into her shoulder. Her heart clinched as she realized Elena blamed herself. The fact that she'd snuck out to go to that party weighing heavily on her heart now.
"It's not your fault, Elena. You snuck out, yes. But I do that all the time. This was not your fault. It was just bad luck and shitty weather. You did not kill our parents."
Elena's sobs got both harder at this. She knew that the young girl would still continue to blame herself. She didn't need her former psychiatric degree to tell you that. But it was something she needed to hear. She needed to know that at least one person didn't blame her. Even if that person was her twin sister she never got along with.
And that was how her next few months flew by. She'd be comforting her sister one day and the next dealing with Jeremy. Jeremy, who thought he was being slick and sneaky with his drug usage but she'd known all the dealers in the area for way longer than anyone thought. So once they realized Jeremy was her younger brother they called and told her. Luckily, the call came before he'd gotten into anything harder than weed and shrooms.
No one in a 50 mile radius would sell anything harder to him since she'd long scared most of the dealers into never selling to anyone under the age of 16. Anything older than that she doubted she'd been able to inforce it but something about being able to set someone on fire at will scared people. If it took killing a person or putting people into the burn unit to make sure no one sold to someone under the age of 16 she'd do it. She'd said it once she was not a good person.
Now it's the new school year. That meant the start of Vampire Diaries plot for real.
Lissa grabbed her favorite pants, a pair of red plaid cargo pants and a random black t-shirt. Comfort and fashion is her motto. Though her platform boots are both fashion and self-defense, after all who wants to get kicked by a shoe weighing 10 pounds.
Quickly throwing her white hair up into two low pigtails Lissa nodded. Time to face the music, or in this case, vampire.
Stopping at Jeremy's door on her way to the kitchen, she gave it a couple knocks waiting to see if he responded. After hearing nothing, she frowned. He was either was ignoring her or had already left for school. She hoped he just left early. She thought she'd gotten through to him that she wouldn't judge him for smoking weed or taking shrooms. Hell, she got high occasionally herself. Even Jenna did, she was in college after all. It was really only Elena that was judging him for the stuff.
After filling her thermos with coffee and letting Jenna know she was leaving early since she had to pick Caroline up and still have enough time to stop by the office to talk about graduating early. Waving bye she made her way to the SUV her parents had used. It seemed like she was going to miss the whole 'new school year, new me. I'm not the sad girl anymore' speech Elena was going to make. Not that she was complaining.
Her and Elena had gotten closer than they ever had been over these past few months but they still butted heads at least once a day. They were just too different. They had completely different morals and goals with what they wanted. She knew it wasn't only on Elena for the bad relationship they had. Lissa was just as stubborn and unrelenting on things. Though, if dying and getting reborn didn't change that she doubted anything would.
Lissa pulled up to Caroline's house and watched her come bouncing out of the house looking like Barbie came to life. Seriously, the girl had on hot pink pumps. Sure it was 2009 but damn she forgot how bad the fashion was at this point in time, teenagers especially.
"Hey! How are you? Are you okay? Do you need to run away and not go to school? I can cover for you!" Caroline said as soon as she got into the car.
"Naw. I'm good. Plus, my attendance needs to stay somewhat decent if I'm wanting to graduate this year. Thanks for the offer though." She laughed. It was just like Care to offer to cover for her. She never skipped herself besides once or twice because of her mom but she was a damn good cover.
"Ugh, I forgot you were trying to do that. Are you sure you don't wanna just stay on the slow path and graduate with everyone else. And by everyone else I mean me?"
She glanced over at her friend chuckling at the pout that had formed on her lips. "While graduating with you would be fun. I need out of that place. It's boring as fuck. I mean, I know everything that's being taught. At this point it's just a waste of my time."
"Boo you whore." Caroline joked.
The ride to the school was short but peaceful. There wasn't many people at the school yet so she was able to see that Bonnie's car was missing from her normal spot. She wondered if Bonnie and Elena would still almost hit that crow on the way in. Either way she knew they'd be fine.
"Hey Care, I got you a present." Lissa stopped her friend as she started to get out of her car. "I saw it and just knew I had to get it to add to your twilight obsession"
Reaching into her bag she grabbed the apple charm that she'd had a friend make. It was a perfect replica of the Twilight book cover hands and all. It had vervain water worked into the metal and the apple was also hollow with a tiny bit of vervain put into that space. She wasn't about to let Damon take advantage of her blonde friend's need to have the latest and greatest. What he'd done in the show was straight up rape and she wasn't about to allow that to happen if she was here.
The guy that made the charm, Jason, was a god send. He had put an ad on craigslist about specially made metal items for protection and worded it so anyone "in the know" would recognize that he was talking about vervain laced items. He'd actually made all her piercings and even helped develop the ink for her tattoos so it would have both her blood and vervain. Now someone would literally have to peel the skin away from her palms if they wanted to compel her.
Caroline let out a squeal at the sight of the charm. She knew her blond friend was just as obsessed with Twilight as Lissa was with Harry Potter. The charm would more than likely never leave her person now. Especially since Lissa had given her a charm bracelet when they were 9 and she'd been collecting charms since then.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Get out of this car so I can hug you right now"
The speed at which Caroline got to her side of the car wouldn't have been out of place if she was a vampire already. She hadn't thought the charm would have gotten this much of a reaction but then remembered that this was Caroline and her middle name was overreaction.
After their crushing hug the two girls parted ways but not without another thank you from the blonde.
Lissa made her way to the office. There wasn't many people around since it was so early in the morning. But as she stepped into the office she was hit with a shock because standing right in front of her was Stefan Salvatore.
And he was staring at her as if she was a real ghost come to life.