Title: "Vampire? I Think NOT"

Fabio Salvatore x Jasper Hale

Summary: Fabio Salvatore was thought to be dead before his fifth birthday, by some miraculous miracle he lived to see his twentieth birthday. Given a chance to finally live his life and leave behind Mystic Falls, Fabio agrees to Damon's proposal. Now having wandered the world and exploring every inch he can, Fabio wants to take a break. Making his way through Washington State, he finds a small town with an unusual name and decides to set up temporary roots in Forks. Wanting to fit in and socialize, he enrolls at the local High School as a late transfer. What he finds is a group of strange supernatural creatures. 1. They don't have heartbeats. 2. They are extremely paranoid. 3. They have a mind reader who can't read his thoughts. 4. An empath who loves the peaceful emotions he apparently gives out, and 5. A seer who calls him a blind spot.

Chapter ONE:

Mystic Falls, Virginia - 1864

The smoke rose to the air in the distance as the flames consumed the church. Loud screams and shouts can be heard throughout the night, along with several gunshots. I haven't the slightest clue as to why the church was burning, but I knew it was somehow connected to my brothers' being dead. As I am dragged back to the Salvatore Estate, tears staining my cheeks, I can't help myself as I go through the day over and over again. Looking back this had to have been all her fault. She did this, she ruined everything.

Today had begun like any other day, except for the tension that had been growing all week throughout our home. Breakfast was the time I got to actually sit and eat with my family, if I am well enough to make it to the dining room. Sometimes if I am lucky, I could join them for lunch too. What I did not enjoy was having to watch as my beloved brother unknowingly competes with Stefan for the affection of a stray harlot. I had tried to get him to open his eyes, to see the witch for what she is, but it never ends well for me. Ever since Katherine had made her way into the lives of my family, I had been practically forgotten, pushed far off to the side more than usual.

For what feels like an eternity, I believed that her games would never end, until this evening. As I was eating dinner in my room, father barged in with the most furious expression on his face.

"Did you know?!" he shouts, almost scaring the life out of me. 'If my body doesn't kill me first, father definitely will.' I thought. "Did you or did you not boy? Answer me, answer me now!"

Beyond being more than just confused, I couldn't help it when tears of frustration began to weld up in my eyes. "Knew what? Did I know what, father?"

"That your brother was sleeping with that monster, t-hat, that Vampiric whore?!" I was speechless, surely I had misheard my father speak. Monsters did not exist, no matter how much father said they did. The only thing I could think of was that he was speaking of the tramp who lived under our roof. But even then I was pretty sure Damon, nor saint Stefan would get in bed with, no I stood corrected. Damon would, but I had no way of knowing for certain. "What? No, father. There's no such thing as-" My head snapped to the right, a small ringing in my left ear. The tears I was once held in frustration now rolled down at the pain throbbing in my cheek. I had misspoken, I knew my father hated it when I denied the existence of monsters.

"Idiot! Incompetent fool! Time and time again, what did I- argh" he paced back and forth for a bit before turning to leave. "I shall deal with you once this is all done and cleaned. For now be of some use and stay in your room!"

I cried until the maid came in to take my plates away, my head bowed down in shame of letting anyone catch me in such a vulnerable state. She left as quickly as she came, not saying a word of how, I hardly touched my food. Maribel had been with me since I could remember, always there as a shadow who reported everything back to my father. Although not quite a friend, she knew when to push and when to leave me alone.

I do not know how much time has passed but the sun had set long ago, and I needed to sleep. The pleading voice of Stefan reached my sleeping quarters, with father's words fresh in my head, I slipped out and into the halls. Not much light to see but once I hit the hallway to the main room, I could hear and see what all the fuss was about. Father and some other men were dragging what looked to be a delirious Katherine out. Chains on her wrist and a muzzle on her face as if she were some kind of animal. Too focused on Katherine I didn't listen all that much to Stefan's whining. All too soon, father and the men were gone, in a carriage towards town.

None of this made any sense to me, if anything, I have become even more befuddled with the entire event. Damon soon entered not long after father had gone. "Stefan!" He called out twice to get his attention. "What happened? Where is father going? Stefan!"

"I'm sorry, so sorry. I didn't know!" Stefan began to panic. "Please you have to help me, you have to help save her."

"Help, who? Save who, Stefan?" as if a bell rang in his mind it looked like Damon finally put the pieces together. "NO! NO, NO! Tell me you didn't do what I think you did?!"

With Damon, holding him in place Stefan could do nothing but cry. "I'm sorry, I told dad. I told him everything. I thought I could convince him that Katherine was different." Damon shook his head as if in denial of what he just heard. Let go of Stefan's shoulders as if they had burned him.

"You idiot! Where is he taking her? Where?!" he demanded.

"The church," Stefan admitted. "They're going to burn her along with any others they find."

"Let's go, we have to hurry before it's too late." Stefan nodded in response and rushed out, but before Damon could follow I stepped forward out of my hiding place behind the stairs. Our eyes met for only a second, but I could tell he received my hidden words.

"Damon!" Stefan called. He frowned at me back at me before leaving and never turning back. Why? What was so special that you would drop everything, even me, to be by her side? What had happened to my loving brother who made a promise to me? That I would never have to be alone or become a burden too heavy to bear? I ran after them. I ran after him. My hero, my friend to the end, my brother. The one who cared for me, taught me, and raised me when father believed I was nothing more than a waste of time and space.

Sadly I could not keep up, even now no matter how much I beg my body to keep moving. Panting roughly, I find myself stopping at the sound of gunshots, worried for Damon I push harder knowing I would end up falling ill. There, in a small clearing right in front me, lies my brother on his front unmoving. I could hear a haunting wail, filled with pain, I wondered for a brief moment where it came from.

It's me. I am the source of the grieving cries. My legs, not able to hold me up any longer, buckle under my weight. I fail to catch my breath as I watch, hoping he would get up and tell me he's fine. A stinging pain on my right cheek this time, forces me to look away from Damon. Before I could properly orient my thoughts, I was hauled up by a strong and hurtful grip. The voices around me sound rather far away, as my muddled mind tries and fails to assess the situation. The rough hand of a man on my chin pulls me around, through the tears that blind my sight I can barely make out my father's figure with the help of the torch lights.

That's when I see it, his gun. That's when I smell it, freshly fired gun powder. He had done it. He killed them. He killed Damon.

The shock the information brought to me left me speechless and try as I might I couldn't answer a single question my father asked of me. Being told off by my brother's murder was something I was thankfully unable to comprehend. Father could probably tell I was unwell or he simply couldn't deal with me anymore. Shoved aside into the hands of some underling, I was ordered to get back inside and I soon found myself forced to get into a carriage and taken back home. One minute I was in a bumpy carriage ride and the next, I was laying on my bed. Maribel must have helped me undress and put on my night clothes because I don't remember doing it.

Maribel was back with a bucket and towel, a fever. The poor maid whispered, praying I make it until the next morning. I knew I was overexerting myself, but I wanted to know. No, I needed to know how much this woman, the supposed MONSTER, meant to my brother. Ever since Damon returned from his services in the war, he has been bewitched by her. He came less and less each time to see me, and every time he did come it was always to speak about her and Stefan. No more did his visits fill me with joy and excitement, instead they brought anger, sadness, and jealousy.

The sun's rays awaken me the next morning as they pour in through the gaps in the curtains. Yet I haven't the will nor energy to sit up or eat breakfast. Not after remembering why I am in such a poor state. Not after watching my brother gunned down by our father. Tears threaten to stain my cheeks, but the numb feeling within leaves me unable to.

NOTE:

Feb. 06, 2024 - NOT EDITED

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