I am so sorry this is so late! I won't get into excuses but just know that one of my college professors hated me and made it her life's goal to fail me, I swear. In the end I had to drop the class or get an F. That plus I wrote and rewrote this chapter 4 times before this final one and I'm still not the happiest with it. So let me know what you think!
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Xenocanaan: I'm very love/hate with Elena's character, so I'm sure Lissa will be too. Especially since she's her sister and she cares about her but at the same time she's well aware of how selfish Elena can be and how everyone caters to her.
Guest16: Let me know what you think about the tiny tidbit of mindscape we see in this chapter! I'm still working out the kinks but I have a good understanding on how this is going to go.
Samcoo 12: I adore Caroline as a character so I'm trying so hard to do her justice, so if you ever see me going in a way that isn't fair to her let me know!
Somanydaytolive4: Thank you so much! I also wanted someone like Lissa in the show as well. That's basically how Lissa came to be!
Juli Greenthorne: Thank you! There's some action in this one, so I hope you like it. I'm still learning how to write physical type stuff so it's a bit vague, but hopefully good! We'll see how everything goes when Elena knows, I'll just tell you now; she will NOT be happy, ;)
Error-noskill: Thank you so much! I'm definitely happy someone thinks that I'm making realistic changes. Lissa is trying not to change a bunch yet, not until the originals come about but her very presence changes things, plus her friendship with Enzo is definitely going to change stuff that Lissa may not exactly want changed.
Previously on 'Ghost of Lifetimes Past'
"I'm not a good person. I never claimed to be. But Elena, I could deal with it when Mom and Dad were around, but since their deaths you've tried to become Mom. And not in a good way. This is your one and only warning from me," She stepped closer to her sister, voice lowering as she stared her sister down. Her sister took a step back, hitting the island counter with a jump. "If you try to 'parent' me or order me to do something that I do not want to do, it'll be the last thing you do."
Not expecting, nor waiting, for a reply, Lissa walked away.
Lissa made it maybe halfway upstairs before the horrendous sounds of her brother having sex hit her ears. Now she was perfectly okay with him having sex as long as everyone agrees to it and they're not grown adults trying to get with her 14-year-old brother. But hearing it? Nope.
Face scrunched up, she plugged her ears to try and block the noise as she passed her brother's room and up to hers. Seeing the mess of her bed, she jolted as she remembered the spell she was wanting to do. As she glanced over at the clock, she saw it was only 10PM on a weekend, plus the spell said it was better to do right before bed. Grinning, Lissa ran back downstairs, ignoring Elena's stare, and grabbed the herbs she'd bought earlier out of her SUV.
Once she'd made it back upstairs, once again plugging her ears past her brother's room, she pulled out the table she used for any sort of spell that didn't require her to be somewhere specific. It was an old thing, clearly salvaged from a second hand store. But it was a sturdy square table and the perfect height to use both sitting down and standing up for her.
Grabbing her ceramic bowls, she poured the correct amount of mugwort and rosemary out into the medium one. After mixing them together well, she set them on fire and inhaled the smoke. Both herbs had to do with the mind and inducing lucid dreaming or hallucinations. That coupled with the ruins she was going to write, was supposed to open her mind and allow her to access her mindscape.
A mindscape was basically the physical manifestation of your safe space. It doesn't have to be a real place, just a somewhere you would go for comfort and care. She didn't really have any clue as to what hers would be, maybe her room or a forest clearing during fall. Both places left her feeling pretty calm.
Once the herbs were done burning, she took a small box exacto knife and sliced her arm open to get some blood into the bowl. Once she had enough to make a paste with the ashes she grabbed some gauze and wrapped the cut.
Taking a minute to read over the translation again, she set to stirring the blood and ash mixture with her intention of making a mindscape. Since she didn't really have a clue as to what hers would look like she just imagined being safe and secure. As it all got incorporated together she grabbed her copy of what runes she needed to write. Quickly getting the runes for mind, safe, protection, and connection wrote out on the alter she turned to the small mirror she'd set up so she could write a couple of runes on her forehead. There went the same runes but backwards, so connection, protection, safe, and mind.
After all those were done and dried she sat there meditating as the small candle she'd lit burnt out. Now all she needed to do was go to bed, or at least that's what she thought it meant by 'slip into unconsciousness.' Not wanting to mess the ritual up at all she left the mess that was her alter as it was and just laid down on her back as to not ruin the runes on her forehead. Considering the excitement of the day, Lissa fell asleep easily.
Okay, waking up the next morning with nothing happening did disappoint her a bit. She knew that it probably wasn't an instant, wham, bam, here's a mindscape type thing. But she was hoping that something would happen. Hell, she didn't even remember if she'd dreamt anything or not. Stewing in her disappointment she cleaned her alter up and took shower to rinse the blood paste off her forehead.
After singing along to half her 'I wanna punch both myself and God' playlist she got dressed in her black pleated skirt, HunterXHunter t-shirt and some fishnets. Smiling at her outfit for the day, she turned to leave the bathroom when Vicky came barreling in.
A half naked clearly still waking up Vicky.
"Oh, I…um, Jeremy said no one would be up this early." She stuttered.
"It's 9AM."
"It's Saturday, though."
Lissa shook her head as she walked passed the older girl standing in the bathroom doorway. "Hey, Vick, next time you and Jer decide to have a night to yourselves it may help to be a bit quieter. Especially if you're sleeping with someone 4 years younger than you that still sleeps on batman sheets."
"Jeremy can make his own decisions. Stop pulling an Elena; he doesn't need his older sisters making them for him." She shot back.
Without replying,Lissa left the bathroom with an eye roll. She'd let her think she won this little word match this time, but in the end would it really matter? She wasn't planning on saving the other girl's life. It would tip her hand too much and while they used to get along she didn't particularly like her despite people, even herself, having called them friends before. It was more a case of having mutual friends and being able to get along well enough that they could all hang out together.
Deciding to put the conversation behind her, she strolled downstairs while checking her phone. A few notifications about random text from Caroline and even one from Damon, well more like from Stefan probably trying to cover his tracks as it just said that "Damon" had left town and that he wouldn't be back for a while.
Chuckling at the audacity of Stefan, she paused as she got a text from Enzo. She tilted her head as she realized he'd only sent her a local address. Starting the coffee, she decided to just call him instead of try and figure out his cryptic messaging. Luckily he was apparently not busy as he picked up immediately.
"The fuck, dude? What's with your text?" She asked instead of a greeting.
"What do you mean, Snow White? It's my, well I suppose your, address." Enzo replied, mischief coloring his tone/
Lissa felt her eyes widen along with her smile as she realized what this meant. "You're in Mystic Falls?!"
"Almost, I'm crossing into state lines now. I figured you could meet the realtor for me as long as you didn't have plans?"
"It's only because I'm excited for you to be moving here that I'm not telling you to fuck off." She groaned before grabbing a travel mug out of the cabinet. If she was going anywhere she'd need to bring her coffee with her. "What time did you tell the realtor I'd meet them?"
Enzo paused before saying, "10AM."
"Enzo! That's in 30 minutes." She growled. "You couldn't have given me an earlier warning? What if I was busy?"
"With who? You said Stefan locked Damon up so you wouldn't have anything to do with that backstabber and Caroline was doing homework all weekend. Any sketchy people you'd talk to wouldn't make plans with you on a Saturday morning. The only other person besides me that you willingly hang out with is your brother."
Lissa picked her keys off the key holder before penning a note saying she was going out to meet a friend on the cork board next to the door. "Listen, Smartass, just because you're getting good at making friends in the 21st century doesn't mean you get to shit talk my social life."
"I can if it's as pathetic as yours."
"You know what, instead of this abuse, I'm hanging up now and going to meet the realtor to get the keys to my house. Remember I'm the person that gets to invite you in."
"Snow White, I swear-"
Whatever he was going to swear Lissa didn't hear as she'd ended the call with a laugh. He would absolutely be getting her back for that.
With a tiny bit of speeding, she made it to the address right as the realtor- Mrs. Andre a sweet older Haitian lady that lived a couple houses down from Lissa- pulled up herself.
After the normal greetings and a bit of an interrogation on why a 16-year-old was buying a house, the keys were handed over to Lissa with a smile. Sure, she was a bit confused on why her "friend" couldn't just put the house in his name but Mrs. Andre was surprisingly not as nosey as the rest of the town so she let it go.
As Mrs. Andre pulled away, Lissa turned to her, well Enzo's, new house. Enzo seemed to take after her in what type of architecture he liked, which was nice since the house was in her name. The first thing she noticed about the house was the clear Tudor like exterior. She wondered if it was a real Tudor style house or just a replica. She'd have to ask Enzo when he got there. The next would be the giant white rose bush that had overtaken most of the front porch on the left side. Having clearly not been taken care of and just left to run wide even the other flowers had started to take over the whole front yard. She worried what that said about what the backyard would look like, especially since the house was surrounded by a well wooded area.
Deciding that she'd let Enzo decide on what to do with the overgrowth she stepped into the house. Immediately she was met with a very homey looking living room. It had dark hardwood floors that contrasted the warm cream paint on the walls very nicely. On one wall there was a very beautiful bay window that she was now determined to get Enzo to turn into a reading nook for her. Although even she would have to say that the giant rock fireplace that took up most of the wall next to the door overshadowed even the window. Based off just a quick glance, everything seemed to be in pretty good condition, the floors could use some sanding and recoating and a new paint job. She'd leave that to the immortal vampire though.
From the living room she headed over to the hallway to get a look into the bedrooms. Mrs. Andre had said there were 2, which was perfect for both her and Enzo. Plus, if she ends up moving in like she expected she would then they can just add on if they need a guest room. Both bedrooms were pretty bare but both had at least 2 windows to let in some really good natural lighting and the master bedroom had an en suite which she was going to fight Enzo over. Sure he paid for the place but it was in her name.
Other than the communal bathroom at the end of the hallway that was all that was down there, so she turned to go back to the kitchen. Once again appreciating the homey feel of the living room she opened the swinging door that separated the kitchen from the rest of the house.
She let out a gasp as a perfect cottage kitchen greeted her. From the brick wood oven to the wooden countertops and stone flooring. It was as if she stepped into a storybook. There was even a 1950s fridge next to the door to what she expected to be the pantry.
"So, what do you think? Love it?"
Feeling her heart skip a beat she spun around to the window that had been slid open. Seeing Enzo she let out a tiny squeal. "You're here! You scared the shit out of me, but you're here! I thought I'd be stuck here alone all morning waiting for you!"
Enzo shrugged, grin turning sly. "Consider that pay back for this morning, Snow. And I broke a few speeding laws to get here quicker, but considering I can compel any cop that pulls me over it's not too big a deal."
"With Caroline's mom being a cop I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to tell you not to do that, buuut…"
"Buuut, what?"
"ACAB, you know?"
Enzo threw his head back and laughed. "Alright, my little anarchist, wanna invite me into my own home? Or are we going to just continue to talk through a window I jimmied open?"
Lissa tapped her chin in a mock contemplation before she grinned at Enzo's expectant look. "I suppose I can let you into the house you paid for. Enzo, would you please come in?" Sweeping her arms out from the window she let out a laugh as, instead of going around to the front door, he just jumped through the window and scooped her up into a swinging hug.
Enzo had missed the tiny albino. It wasn't until he was on his own and trying to figure out the 21st century from his own observations that he realized how dependent he'd become on her words to distract him from his own thoughts. That was one big reason he took to calling her almost every day; her voice calmed his anxiety over being on his own for the first time in decades. Even if she was cursing out 'stupid fucking drug dealers' and 'dumbass little brothers that think doing hard drugs is fucking cool.'
"Now you didn't tell me what you thought. Do you like it? I figure with your renewed feud with your sister we'll be spending a decent amount of time here." He asked once he finally set her down on her feet.
"Yeah, it's a really cute place, kinda mix and matchy but not in a bad way. More like people adding their own touch to the place the more people that have lived here." She shrugged. "I call the room with the adjacent bathroom, by the way."
"What? It's my house, Brat. No way."
"Um, excuse you? I think you'll find my name on the deed." She smirked, holding back another laugh at the affronted look on his face.
"I should have known putting it in your name was going to come back and bite me in the ass." He deadpanned. "Just didn't expect it to come the first day in the house."
She let out a hum as she thought about how to get Enzo to agree to letting her have the room she wanted. "How about a compromise? I won't fight you on any aspect of the house if you let me have the master bedroom. That includes your terrible taste in paint colors."
"Any aspect? Does that mean I could paint the living room a bright orange like I want and you won't be able to disagree with me?" He smirked as Lissa winced. He didn't really want to paint it a bright orange, just maybe have it as an accent color, but she didn't know that. "You do want the master bedroom with the bathroom, right? Well I want an orange living room."
Unable to hold it back, Lissa let out a whine at the mental image of an orange living room. But she was determined to have that room. If that meant anyone that came to the house would have to wear sunglasses any time they were in their living room, then so be it. She'd just say it was Enzo's choice if they questioned it. "Yes. If I can have the master bedroom with en suite bathroom then you can paint the living room orange."
Enzo whistled lightly. She really was serious about wanting that room. He figured if anything, she'd have insisted on wanting that bay window turned into a window seat- which he already planned on doing. She wasn't the only one that liked to read in a peaceful place. "Alright, alright, Snow White. You can have the master bedroom. And I won't even force you into having an orange living room. I just wanted to see how far you were willing to go."
"You asshole! I was in pain having to agree to your stupid color!" She gave the smug vampire a punch to the shoulder. Not a light one either, if she left a bruise it would have healed in a second anyway so she didn't feel guilty about it. "Now that that's settled, did you bring any furniture or are we going to have to plan your re-introduction to Damon on the cold hard ground?"
Lissa watched as Enzo froze. She doubted he'd planned on greeting Damon so early, but she wanted to change that. She knew that in the show they somehow got over their past and became friends again. Since she surprisingly liked Damon she didn't want to have to just drop him because the two couldn't get over the past. Not that she wouldn't because like she'd told Enzo, he was her priority. Sure, she had plans that would work better with Damon on her side but they could be reworked to go on without him.
Plus, with Damon doped up on vervain and locked in the basement, it would be easier to make him listen to Enzo. That meant she'd probably have to be the one to kill Zach Salvatore to get Enzo inside the house without an invite, but that didn't bother her too much. He was always a bit of an asshole to her. Guy had apparently decided early on she was "bad news" much like Sheila Bennett had and always looked down his nose at her. Admittedly she didn't really help much by purposefully causing minor problems for him but he was the one to start it by judging her and she wasn't above being petty.
"What's there to plan? You'll get me into the house and I'll torture him for a bit and then leave. Easy Peasy." He said as if he wasn't currently holding back his vampire face. It was as if he thought he could just go back on his decision.
"End Zone, I know you just want to yell and cause him physical pain, but you were the one that wanted to actually hear his reasoning, remember? I was all for you never having to talk to him again. I could have just used him in my plans and then went on with my life." She pointed out.
Enzo let out a sigh. He knew she was right; he had decided on this course of action. If his brutal life had taught him anything it was to follow through with your decisions. "You're right, Snow White. If you can get me into the house then I'll actually talk to the backstabbing asshole. Do you have a plan on how to get me inside?"
She shrugged. "Kill Zach and then there won't be a human owner of the house. You'll be able to come and go as you please then." As she spoke she got tired of just standing in the kitchen doorway and went and jumped up onto the counter. She was the picture of ease despite talking of killing someone she'd known in this world since her childhood.
"You're okay with that? I know you can be brutal and a bit psychopathic but killing someone you've known for a while isn't as easy as killing no name drug dealers." Enzo said, leaning against the door frame now that she wasn't standing in the way.
"If anything it'll be easier for me. I've wanted to stab the fucker for a while; ever since he called me a prostitute in the making. Not that I don't respect sex workers but I was 8. You don't say that about children."
Enzo made an "alright" face but still looked at her a bit worried. He knew she'd killed before; after all, why would she hide her killing from a chained up vampire? Not like he could or would judge her for it. But he was still going to keep an eye on her after she killed the human Salvatore. "Alright, if you're sure."
"I am, End Zone. I'll be fine. I've said it before; I'm a big girl so stop worrying."
"Fine, fine." Enzo put his hands up. "Now that we have a semi plan, you get to help me bring the house stuff in. I'll grab the furniture, but you get to handle all the small thing."
Lissa let out a groan but did as he asked. With Enzo's vampire strength he was able to get all this bigger furniture inside within an hour, which she counted as cheating since she didn't have any handy dandy superpower to help her with her task. So she whined until he agreed to help her with the boxes. Sure, did he already do a bunch of heavy lifting bringing the furniture in? Yes, but he's an undead vampire, she was going to take advantage of that fact.
They got everything inside the house and unboxed after only 4ish hours with his vampire superpowers, and that included putting together the dressers because of course he didn't put them together before putting them inside the moving truck. Century old vampire but he's just as bad of a procrastinator as she was.
Lissa plopped down onto the rich brown suede couch that she was rather proud of him for picking out. Letting out a sigh the same time her stomach came alive with a growl. "Hey, End Zone! I'm sleeping on your couch."
Now that the house was full her voice didn't really echo nor carry far but she knew he still heard her down at the end of the hall. "You have a brand new bed just down the hall?"
"Too lazy!"
Lissa grinned against the pillow she was hugging under her head as she heard the vampire stomp his way into the living room.
"Really? You're too lazy to go 100 feet to your room? The room you wanted oh so badly?"
She twisted her head to look at the deadpanned vampire. "Yep! Unlike some people, I am but a lowly human that gets tired after physical activities."
Enzo rolled his eyes at her words. He'd watched her go hours without sleep and talk about doing a lot more physically demanding things than moving. Despite knowing this, he still did exactly what she was wanting. He picked her up and carried her to her room. "This is the only time I'm doing this, Snow White."
She chuckled into his shoulder. He said that, but she knew he'd do it again if she asked. She bounced onto the surprisingly tall and soft bed. He had even bought her a canopy bed knowing that she loved them but her attic room at her own house didn't have high enough ceilings to have one. "Of course, End Zone. Wouldn't ever dream of asking again."
"Fuckin' liar." He chuckled leaving the room as she drifted off to sleep.
Lissa gasped as she became aware she was both asleep but not at the same time. Fuck, what was it called? Lucid dreaming! She was lucid dreaming. Not a very fun one considering she was in an endless hallway with what looked to be 1000 identical white doors. Giving a shrug she started checking them. This was her first time lucid dreaming; she didn't want it to be boring.
She opened the first one, squeaked, and immediately slammed it shut. Fucking bears. The first door had an angry grizzly bear behind it. What the fuck, brain? She'd died once in real life before. Doing it a second time in her mind wasn't on her to do list.
The next few doors were opened with a bit more caution. Though it was unneeded. One was just a linen closet, another opened to a cave that sounded like it was near a waterfall, her favorite had to be the one that had a rather pretty field of lupine flowers with foxes frolicking around. She did take a few minutes to try and make friends with the foxes sadly they were just as weary of a random human as she expected them to be.
This continued for she didn't know how long. Open door, see what's inside, sometimes explore and interact with the animals if they seemed nice, close door. Over and over again. She'd probably opened around 50 doors until her hand landed on a handle that seemed warm and inviting. As if telling her, this is one of the doors you were looking for.
She looked on both sides of her, as if someone was going to scold her for opening the door despite being alone the whole time before. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. She was greeted with what looked to be an old, like historic old, wooden building. It wouldn't have been out of place in the set of Vikings. Surrounding the house was a plot of land that had vegetables growing and on the other side a couple of sheep and goats. She could even see a cow out in the field behind the small wooden shack.
But what she focused on was the young man dressed in brown and tan linen clothing. A young man that she wasn't expecting to see for a couple of months, if not years.
Kol Mikaelson stood in front of her, hoe in hand, looking at her as if he'd never seen another person before.
"Who the hell-"
Lissa came to with a gasp.
"Whoa, Snow White. That must have been some dream. I've been trying to wake you up for a while now." Enzo said pulling his hand away from where he had been shaking her awake. "Are you okay?"
Lissa blinked, trying to wrap her head around one second being in front of Kol Mikaelson, dream version or not; she hadn't been expecting that when opening random doors during a lucid dream. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry, weird dream. What'd you need?"
"I made dinner, and despite not being human in a century, I do know going all day without food would make anyone ravenous."
"Don't you mean lunch?"
He shook his head. "Nope, dinner. You slept all day. Honestly if you were that tired, you should have said something, Snow. I wouldn't have made you help with the move."
Lissa shook her head still trying to clear the muddled feeling that was persisting even after she woke up. Was that part of the spell she had cast or did she just randomly start lucid dreaming? If it was part of the spell why the hell would Kol Mikaelson be in her safe space? If anything the dude would be part of a nightmare. As much as she enjoyed him as a character she wasn't stupid enough to think he wouldn't kill her if he felt like it. So, again, why would he be part of her mindscape?
"I'm fine. I didn't realize I was that tired. Sorry about sleeping all day. You probably needed help with the house stuff."
Enzo shook his head. "I'm an immortal vampire that had both super speed and strength. I can handle unpacking and putting a house together. Now get your tiny butt up and come eat. I went and grabbed burgers from that Grill place you talk about."
"Alright, Worry Wart, I'll eat some dinner."
The next morning found Enzo and Lissa sitting down the block from the Salvatores' place waiting for Stefan to leave for the carwash that the cheer squad was putting on. Caroline had begged Lissa to join but once she explained that there was something important she had to do, she backed off. Lissa wasn't one to lie about having something to do if she didn't want to do anything, so Caroline actually listened this time.
The pale girl sat fiddling with her septum piercing when Stefan finally stepped out of the house after 30 minutes of them waiting. Just as she went to leave the car, Enzo grabbed her arm.
"Are you sure about this? We can find another way for me to get in the house."
Lissa patted the vampire's hand before lifting it from her arm. "If I don't do it them Damon will whenever he gets out of the basement. It's not like Zach will be the first or last person I'll ever kill. Geez, just because I know the guy doesn't mean I'll care about his death."
Enzo shrugged. If she wasn't worried about it, he figured he should let it go. Sometimes he forgot how crazy the albino girl actually was. Most days she acted a lot like any other teenage girl, just a bit more okay with violence. It wasn't until he saw how uncaring she was towards people she didn't know or care about dying or being killed that he was confronted with how psychotic she was.
"You're a ruthless little girl, you know that right?"
Lissa gave him a smile that he was sure wouldn't be amiss on a serial killer and walked to the house's front door.
He watched as who he assumed was the human Salvatore opened the door. Sadly, since they had to be far enough away Stefan wouldn't have been able to hear them that meant he couldn't hear what Lissa was saying. Whatever it was got her in. Now he played the waiting game.
Considering there were two vampires that lived in the house, Lissa was surprised about how easy it was to get Zach to let her inside. All it took was saying she needed to talk about something her father had mentioned and bam, he stepped aside. Okay, the fact he'd known her since childhood probably helped, but still. Not only did one vampire that lived with him have zero qualms about killing, the other was a former ripper. He should have more sense than to just let people in the house.
He led them to the sitting room, easily recognizable to her from the show. This was where TV!Damon had killed Mason and a bunch of other stuff.
"Would you like something to drink? Non-alcoholic, of course." The older man asked from the bar area.
Lissa shook her head but stayed silent, thinking about how exactly she would get him close enough to kill him. Sure, she could set him on fire and be done with it but she also didn't want to accidentally set the whole house on fire.
"Very well," Zach said before grabbing his own drink and sitting on the other side of the coffee table. "Now what were you wanting to talk about? You mentioned your father saying something to you before his death?"
She took a deep breath, trying to appear nervous instead of the impatience that actually filled her. "He said a lot actually. He said stuff about myths being real and that…that vampires were among them? I don't know if he knew he was going to die that night, but he also said that if he couldn't tell me about them himself then I could to go to you." She forced tears to well up in her eyes, before blinking as if to clear them away. "Well, he mentioned the sheriff and a lot of other people before you but out of any of them I knew you'd be the only one to not sugar coat things."
"You're right about one thing, I won't sugar coat thing. Your father told you the truth. Vampires are real. They are the natural killers of humans like you and me. They have super strength, speed, and the ability to control humans against their will. Vervain is the one substance that can defend against the monsters."
Lissa widened her eyes and fastened her breath, playing the scared teenager. Luckily Zach didn't know her very well beyond any rumors that had been whispered; he didn't know that if she really was scared she wouldn't be dumb enough to show it. The only time she'd ever do that would be to manipulate someone or she trusted them enough to have a weakness in front of them. And Zach was not a person she trusted.
"How…" She broke of, wetting her lips before continuing. "How do you know about this stuff?"
He sighed, moving from his seat across the table to the open seat next to her on the loveseat. "I grew up with it. I'm one of the unlucky few who's vampire relatives have kept track of them."
"Wait…No!" Lissa jerked back as if trying to get away from the other man. In reality she had needed to get close to the side table where she saw a letter opener. She turned sideways to stare at her feet while her hand crept up and gripped the handle of the letter opener. "Damon? And Stefan?"
Zach nodded, sad smile on his face as she 'figured it out' not seeing what the young girl's other hand was doing.
"That means that my sister is dating one of them. My sister!" She yelled, head bowed as if starting to cry.
Just as she wanted, he scooted close to her to offer an awkward shoulder pat, trying to comfort the 'crying' teenager. "I'm sorry, Melissa. I told Stefan it was a bad idea to get involved with your sister but they don't really listen to humans. At least he's better than Damon."
Lissa turned to Zach, face quickly going from the fright that had twisted it at the start of the conversation to a calm that sent a shiver up the human Salvatore's spine. Before he could even start to move a pale hand lashed out and a flash of silver was all he saw before pain filled his mind.
"I'm sorry too, Zach. I promise it's nothing personal. You being dead just works so much better than keeping you alive."
Lissa stayed sitting as she watched Zach bleed out on the rug. Grabbing a napkin that was on the coffee table, she started wiping away at the blood that had splattered on her face and neck. She couldn't do much about her shirt but at least it was one she borrowed from Enzo and not one of her own.
"W-why?" The dying man croaked.
"Hmm, wow, I'm surprised you can talk. I cut your neck pretty deep." She said tilting her head. "Why? Well, honestly, I need to get someone into the house and we both know you're too paranoid to actually invite someone in. Killing you negates that necessity. Either way, Damon would kill you the minute he gets free, so really, I'm just doing you a favor. Now you won't get eaten!"
She waited to see if he would say anything else, but besides opening and closing his mouth, no other sounds came out. Soon his eyes dulled and she knew he was dead.
Time to go get Enzo.
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