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He gasps for air like it was his first breath, I guess you could say it was. After all, a minute ago he was dead. His blue eyes darted around, examining the room before they landed on me.
“You killed me.”
“Well…”
“YOU KILLED ME!”
“You have a magic ring. Deal with it.”
“Seriously Y/n. What the hell?”
I stop and make my way next to him on the battered couch. He watches me closely, curiosity mixed with suspicion. A dangerous mix.
“I’m sorry Alaric.” I whisper looking at the floor between my knees.
He scoffs sarcastically, “Yeah whatever.”
“No I mean it. I was trying to save your life.” I can feel his stare, “If the werewolves knew you were alive you would have been absolutely destroyed. I couldn’t have that.”
“Why not?” He hissed. I stand and absentmindedly run a hand through my hair. “It’s not like I’m special.”
“Depends on who views you.” And with that I leave.
***
“Mystic Falls? Have you lost your mind?”
“Pretty much.” I reply stuffing the last of my limited gear in the suitcase before zipping it up.
“I’m coming then.” Daneel growls walking to her own room.
“Like hell you are.” I snap grabbing her hand.
“Uh…ouch.”
“You are staying here.” I pet her head. “Good dog.”
“Any more werewolf jokes and I’ll eat you.” She grins.
“I don’t care. I’m going alone.”
“Fine. But when you’re headless don’t try and bother me.” She does her hair up in a messy pony tail before adding, “Don’t try to get yourself killed alright?”
“I won’t. Just have a debt to pay off.” I zip up my backpack slowly knowing for well I wouldn’t miss this shit-hole apartment.
“To who?” Daneel’s face crinkles as she remembers the inhabitants of old Mystic Falls. I think her and Damon had a fling at one point.
“Stefan Salvatore, he wants to hire me as a baby sitter. Just for a week.” I hear Daneel scoff in the other room. She was already starting her dinner of fried rice take out leftovers.
“Got himself another play mate?”
“Wouldn’t be surprised. I’ll see you in Toronto next Wednesday. If I’m still alive.” She returns into my view aiming a knife at me from the doorway.
“You better be. See you (y/n)”
“Bye, bye Dan.”
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I knock once. Then again and once more but the door of Salvatore mansion was still shut.
“Open up! I can hear you in there. Open the door.”
More muffled arguing and finally the door opens.
“y/n” Damon smirks.
“You’re getting slow in your old age Damon.” He returns a quick and sarcastic grin.
“Stefan.” He calls, “your baby sitter is here.” I stand by the door listening for a while.
“Stefan, you need to trust me!”
“No I need you safe.”
“I’ll be fine, I have Bonnie and Caroline. They-“
“Wouldn’t stand a chance against an Original, not even I’m that suicidal Elena.” This time it was a new voice. I stop mid stride and give Damon a questioning glance.
“Alaric.” I sigh, didn’t really feel like being pissed off today. But alas, here I am. “Brother, I do believe we have a guest.” Damon taunts yet again pushing me into the living room and handing me a glass of Burburn. I grin and promptly swill it in my mouth finally facing a moody teenager, placid vamp and the murderous nut case I saved way back when.
“Stefan, what is she doing here?” Alaric asks stepping into fighting stance, legs apart, arms crossed and I can hear his heart race from here.
“I am repaying a debt. Hello, Alaric.” I smile. It’s nice to see him really. He’s pretty damn cute.
“Elena, this is (y/n). Old friend. Play nice. Don’t even leave this house. No parties, no friends, nothing. (y/n) will string you up from the rafters. Trust me on that.” Stefan warns placing a quick kiss on her fore head. “Be safe.”
“The rafters?” Damon asks with a grin.
“Makes for a great party trick.” I grin. Alaric huffs in disapproval.
“Kinky.” Damon winks before heading for the door, “Come on Stefan, we got things to do, people to see.”
“Be careful.” He repeats waving to both me and Alaric.
We all watch them leave, the silence doesn’t break until the door shuts with a hard ‘thud’.
“So…” I say tapping my glass. “This is awkwardly quiet.” Elena scoffs and storms off to what I assume is the bedroom leaving me and Alaric to our own devices. I seat myself in front of the fireplace shuffling into the seat. “You still pissed Ally?”
“Don’t call me that.” He replies quickly folding his arms tighter together.
“You never used to mind.”
“You never used to kill me.”
“One time, I killed you one time.” I growl, “I can see you’re still breathing though.”
“And you’re still undead.”
I chuckle, “Good one Sherlock.”
He sighs yet again before deciding to join me. Why doesn’t he talk to me like we used to? He can’t just be pissed about me snapping his neck.
“So, what’s with doppelganger up there?” He crosses his arms.
“Elena’s a real stubborn one.” He looks down at me across the couch there was a flicker of something in those quiet eyes, something he used to look at me with.
“Good, that’s a good thing”
“She reminds me of you sometimes, the way she holds herself, her fight.” He smiles at the fire crackling in its cage. “How have you been?”
“Okay, Daneel and me have found a place, started a life and living off the butcher meat and blood. Tastes awful but it keeps us going.” Y/n shrugs, “I miss you, always do.”
There was an awful silence setting around the conversation as the pair realize what y/n had said Alaric sighs.
“I miss you too.”
She smiles and cocks her head to face Alaric. He was angry, yes, but there was a relief that was clearly shining in his eyes.
“You know we never really broke up.” Y/n mutters.
“We never really were a thing.” Alaric replies regretfully.
“It’s hard for you isn’t it? Finding another half? They always tend to get hurt or they aren’t who they say they are. Because for me, Ally, you were and will always be the one I truly loved.” Y/n whispers half hoping he doesn’t hear, half hoping he agrees.
“You called me Ally again.”
“Force of habit, sorry.”
“No, it’s alright.” Alaric sat in silence. There were tears in his eyes. “Why do you have to be a vampire? Why do you have to be dead?”
“I…I…”
“I love you. Always have, but I shouldn’t. You are a monster.” Tears were leaving him as the anger returns.
“I didn’t have a choice in the matter.” y/n growls.
“You could’ve stayed human, you could’ve died!” He yells.
“I was too scared!” She shouts back. “I was too afraid of dying to stay human. You don’t fear death Alaric. You don’t need to. But I can’t think there is a good place in the afterlife for me.”
“There is, Y/n.” He softens looking at the girl, the human, in the monster he thought he knew. He watches her cry silently to the fire. “You deserve somewhere beautiful.”
“Don’t lie to me.” She mutters.
Alaric grabs her hand reassuringly, “I never have.” Quickly he presses his lips to Y/n’s forehead and stands. “I’ll go check on drama queen. I’ll be back.” He trots up the stairs.
Y/n hold her hand to her lips as she wishes things had never changed between them. That they were still together. But reality was never for wishful thinkers.
Reality made her the monster.

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He gasps for air like it was his first breath, I guess you could say it was. After all, a minute ago he was dead. His blue eyes darted around, examining the room before they landed on me.
“You killed me.”
“Well…”
“YOU KILLED ME!”
“You have a magic ring. Deal with it.”
“Seriously Y/n. What the hell?”
I stop and make my way next to him on the battered couch. He watches me closely, curiosity mixed with suspicion. A dangerous mix.
“I’m sorry Alaric.” I whisper looking at the floor between my knees.
He scoffs sarcastically, “Yeah whatever.”
“No I mean it. I was trying to save your life.” I can feel his stare, “If the werewolves knew you were alive you would have been absolutely destroyed. I couldn’t have that.”
“Why not?” He hissed. I stand and absentmindedly run a hand through my hair. “It’s not like I’m special.”
“Depends on who views you.” And with that I leave.
***
“Mystic Falls? Have you lost your mind?”
“Pretty much.” I reply stuffing the last of my limited gear in the suitcase before zipping it up.
“I’m coming then.” Daneel growls walking to her own room.
“Like hell you are.” I snap grabbing her hand.
“Uh…ouch.”
“You are staying here.” I pet her head. “Good dog.”
“Any more werewolf jokes and I’ll eat you.” She grins.
“I don’t care. I’m going alone.”
“Fine. But when you’re headless don’t try and bother me.” She does her hair up in a messy pony tail before adding, “Don’t try to get yourself killed alright?”
“I won’t. Just have a debt to pay off.” I zip up my backpack slowly knowing for well I wouldn’t miss this shit-hole apartment.
“To who?” Daneel’s face crinkles as she remembers the inhabitants of old Mystic Falls. I think her and Damon had a fling at one point.
“Stefan Salvatore, he wants to hire me as a baby sitter. Just for a week.” I hear Daneel scoff in the other room. She was already starting her dinner of fried rice take out leftovers.
“Got himself another play mate?”
“Wouldn’t be surprised. I’ll see you in Toronto next Wednesday. If I’m still alive.” She returns into my view aiming a knife at me from the doorway.
“You better be. See you (y/n)”
“Bye, bye Dan.”
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I knock once. Then again and once more but the door of Salvatore mansion was still shut.
“Open up! I can hear you in there. Open the door.”
More muffled arguing and finally the door opens.
“y/n” Damon smirks.
“You’re getting slow in your old age Damon.” He returns a quick and sarcastic grin.
“Stefan.” He calls, “your baby sitter is here.” I stand by the door listening for a while.
“Stefan, you need to trust me!”
“No I need you safe.”
“I’ll be fine, I have Bonnie and Caroline. They-“
“Wouldn’t stand a chance against an Original, not even I’m that suicidal Elena.” This time it was a new voice. I stop mid stride and give Damon a questioning glance.
“Alaric.” I sigh, didn’t really feel like being pissed off today. But alas, here I am. “Brother, I do believe we have a guest.” Damon taunts yet again pushing me into the living room and handing me a glass of Burburn. I grin and promptly swill it in my mouth finally facing a moody teenager, placid vamp and the murderous nut case I saved way back when.
“Stefan, what is she doing here?” Alaric asks stepping into fighting stance, legs apart, arms crossed and I can hear his heart race from here.
“I am repaying a debt. Hello, Alaric.” I smile. It’s nice to see him really. He’s pretty damn cute.
“Elena, this is (y/n). Old friend. Play nice. Don’t even leave this house. No parties, no friends, nothing. (y/n) will string you up from the rafters. Trust me on that.” Stefan warns placing a quick kiss on her fore head. “Be safe.”
“The rafters?” Damon asks with a grin.
“Makes for a great party trick.” I grin. Alaric huffs in disapproval.
“Kinky.” Damon winks before heading for the door, “Come on Stefan, we got things to do, people to see.”
“Be careful.” He repeats waving to both me and Alaric.
We all watch them leave, the silence doesn’t break until the door shuts with a hard ‘thud’.
“So…” I say tapping my glass. “This is awkwardly quiet.” Elena scoffs and storms off to what I assume is the bedroom leaving me and Alaric to our own devices. I seat myself in front of the fireplace shuffling into the seat. “You still pissed Ally?”
“Don’t call me that.” He replies quickly folding his arms tighter together.
“You never used to mind.”
“You never used to kill me.”
“One time, I killed you one time.” I growl, “I can see you’re still breathing though.”
“And you’re still undead.”
I chuckle, “Good one Sherlock.”
He sighs yet again before deciding to join me. Why doesn’t he talk to me like we used to? He can’t just be pissed about me snapping his neck.
“So, what’s with doppelganger up there?” He crosses his arms.
“Elena’s a real stubborn one.” He looks down at me across the couch there was a flicker of something in those quiet eyes, something he used to look at me with.
“Good, that’s a good thing”
“She reminds me of you sometimes, the way she holds herself, her fight.” He smiles at the fire crackling in its cage. “How have you been?”
“Okay, Daneel and me have found a place, started a life and living off the butcher meat and blood. Tastes awful but it keeps us going.” Y/n shrugs, “I miss you, always do.”
There was an awful silence setting around the conversation as the pair realize what y/n had said Alaric sighs.
“I miss you too.”
She smiles and cocks her head to face Alaric. He was angry, yes, but there was a relief that was clearly shining in his eyes.
“You know we never really broke up.” Y/n mutters.
“We never really were a thing.” Alaric replies regretfully.
“It’s hard for you isn’t it? Finding another half? They always tend to get hurt or they aren’t who they say they are. Because for me, Ally, you were and will always be the one I truly loved.” Y/n whispers half hoping he doesn’t hear, half hoping he agrees.
“You called me Ally again.”
“Force of habit, sorry.”
“No, it’s alright.” Alaric sat in silence. There were tears in his eyes. “Why do you have to be a vampire? Why do you have to be dead?”
“I…I…”
“I love you. Always have, but I shouldn’t. You are a monster.” Tears were leaving him as the anger returns.
“I didn’t have a choice in the matter.” y/n growls.
“You could’ve stayed human, you could’ve died!” He yells.
“I was too scared!” She shouts back. “I was too afraid of dying to stay human. You don’t fear death Alaric. You don’t need to. But I can’t think there is a good place in the afterlife for me.”
“There is, Y/n.” He softens looking at the girl, the human, in the monster he thought he knew. He watches her cry silently to the fire. “You deserve somewhere beautiful.”
“Don’t lie to me.” She mutters.
Alaric grabs her hand reassuringly, “I never have.” Quickly he presses his lips to Y/n’s forehead and stands. “I’ll go check on drama queen. I’ll be back.” He trots up the stairs.
Y/n hold her hand to her lips as she wishes things had never changed between them. That they were still together. But reality was never for wishful thinkers.
Reality made her the monster.