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[cindy-ella]

Would some people actually read this? Like actually? Another little series. I hate it too🥹. Already got two more parts planned out… lord help me.

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Remaining time: 8 hours 36 minutes

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[cindy-ella]

act 1 - pt.6 New Blonde Hair Girl

summary: you were obviously pissed about nate’s kidnapping. klaus and his family loom as a threat. he did say they were watching you, right? so, what happens when you meet one of his siblings again, and it seems she has a thing for nate.

warnings: nothing this time

a/n: yo… what’s good pookies. never said i was a good writer. i know i haven’t said readers age, but reader is a minor, and is seventeen, turning eighteen. so no smut in act one or two, but will be in act three. also, i’m going to try and update whenever I can. even if this series never gets popular.

pt.5 — pt.7

You didn’t sleep that night after the call with Klaus. Well, you did, but barely enough sleep, it felt like you didn’t.

Wesley, thankfully, didn’t wake up when you raised your voice in anger. He slept peacefully, and he was already awake, in his playpen next to the couch. You heard wired springs groaning as Wesley bounced up and down to a children’s song playing on the TV, thankfully keeping him distracted.

Klaus’s voice haunted you all night, his amusing, and seemingly taunting tone echoing in your head. You wanted to strangle him so badly, but what could you do against a vampire who just took your brother? What were you supposed to do against a vampire and his family who were after for, once again, a reason that you were really not told, just that they were after you?

Mostly, right now, your focus was on Wes. The baby is still distracted by the world’s greatest babysitter, television. Thank god for technology, well, sometimes.

He really didn’t feel his absence of Nate, yet, but you knew he would, sooner or later. It felt like when you lost your parents, you tried to act strong, but then when you kept trying to act like everything was okay, it hit you like an emotional train wreck. Then it’s like, yeah, mom and dad are gone, and they’re not coming back.

This time it’s Nate. He’s just not dead, just kidnapped, and he could come back. You just don’t know how you’ll get him back, but you’ll try, for Wesley, and so you don’t lose one more important person in your life.

The front door finally knocked, and you knew instantly it was probably Emily, or both her and Sam. Yeah, she was here early, but you were kinda glad she was. It let you not worry about Wesley to much, since your mind was very occupied from the night prior.

Luckily, it was a Friday, so you could panic freely on the weekend.

You went to open the door, seeing both Emily and Sam, but also Jacob, who was standing behind the two of them.

Emily gave a smile and walked inside when you moved to the side, letting the three of them in.

“I didn’t see Nate’s car? Did he leave early?” Sam asked. As Emily went over to Wesley.

You turned your head, blinking a bit fast, trying to think of a lie to tell him, “Um, yeah. He’s going on a work trip. Didn’t say how long.”

Sam nodded at your answer, not seeming convinced, and neither did Jacob. Emily went over to Wesley, her voice turning soft as she began talking to him. Wesley was definitely in a good mood, still bouncing in his play pen, but now his attention was on Emily.

Excusing yourself, you went around the corner of the living room to your room at the end of the hallway. You shut the door for privacy as you got dressed for school, but slowed your movements when you heard Sam and Jacob’s voices talking, probably near the hall bathroom. You couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying, only a few words about ‘danger’, ‘protection’, and ‘looking for someone’ a ‘him’?

Not really thinking anything about it, just not wanting to eavesdrop on a conversation that you didn’t mean to hear, and presumed was probably them talking about their family. Til you finally heard Sam’s voice, making you freeze before you could open your bedroom door.

“If we’re lucky. We might find Nate in time before those new vampires decide to turn him or worse, kill him.”

It was second period, and you weren’t paying attention to anything, your mind completely blank. The teacher spoke about the lesson, but you didn’t hear anything.

You snapped out of your daze once you felt a nudge on your arm, seeing Eric, his eyes looking at you with confusion and concern, “You okay? You’ve been staring at the desk with dead eyes.”

Nodding slowly, you couldn’t trust your voice to not reveal anything that would make you sound crazy, so you just didn't say anything.

The bell finally rang, and Eric said something about he, Angela, and Jessica were just concerned about you, since they didn’t see you this morning, but he left you alone and gave you a wave goodbye, and you slowly packed your things and then left the classroom to hall towards your locker.

Everything was happening so fast in your life. It seemed like everything that everyone thought was just in stories, folk lore, and television. It's very real. Vampires are real, and your brother was taken by them. For all you know, Klaus could’ve already killed him, then what? No, you shouldn’t think like that. Nate’s alive. He has to be, because you don’t know what you’re going to do if he isn’t.

Unlocking your locker, your movements were slow and tired as you grabbed the books you needed and set the ones you didn’t back in the locker. Then, of course, you heard the last person you wanted to see right now leaning against the closed locker beside yours.

“Morning sleepyhead! You look like the dead. Considering I’m dead, I know how that feels.” Damon teases, a smirk on his face as he tilted his head at you.

You stopped for a few seconds, your jaw clenched as you slowly turned your head to him, “Oh, right, and I’m guessing you already know about Klaus kidnapping my brother? That he called me last night?”

Damon’s smirk falters for a second before he scoffed, his eyes dart away, while putting his hands in his pockets of his leather jacket, “Shit… seems things are going on faster then we expected.”

“You and Stefan? You two expected this to happen? My brother got kidnapped, maybe already killed!”

He rolled his eyes, seemingly annoyed, the audacity. Your brother was missing, and Damon seemed annoyed that you were upset!? You felt like punching him, like actually punching him, but you didn’t. He’s a vampire, and vampires are stronger like stone apparently or something like that.

“Look, Klaus isn’t going to kill your brother. He might torture him. Maybe drink his blood. Mess with him a little bit, but he’s not going to kill your brother.”

“Like that’s any better!” You snapped, your voice getting louder. Which making some of the students walking past look at the two of you, “My brother is missing right after I find out vampires and every damn monster that was supposed to be just ghost stories and dress up as for Halloween is real! So don’t get annoyed if I’m freaking out!”

“Okay! Sheesh! Dramatic…” Damon huffed out, throwing his hands up in the air like a drama queen.

Then, he paused, his eyes widen slightly as he stared over your shoulder, seeming shocked, before his eyes glared at whatever he was looking at. You turned your head to see what he’s looking at, and you instantly recognized her from the dress store. It just so happened that she was walking right towards you two.

“Great. Barbie’s here.” You hear Damon mutter under his breath.

“Now, Damon. That’s not very nice…” Her voice came out, smooth and soft like a siren, as she stopped right in front of you. Rebekah. You remember her at the dress store. Klaus’s sister, and probably here to watch you just like he said.

Your brows furrowed, with your head tilting, and she tilted her head right back at you, “I’m just the new student here. You must be the girl that everyone seems to be after. I must say, your brother is quite ravishing. Makes me thirsty.”

You instantly took a defensive step forward, “Don’t you dare hurt him.”

“Don’t worry your pretty head. We’re not going to kill him. Just like Damon said. Plus, I quite like him.” She spoke, her voice holding a hint of tease, “My brother’s and I are taking good care of him. Hovever, forgive my half-brother, Niklaus. He’s a bit of a beast.”

Damon let out a chuckle, shaking his head, “Nothing we don’t know already, Barbie.”

Rebekah turned her attention to Damon, her eyes flashing with irritation, “You haven’t changed, Damon. Do tell Stefan I said hello. Oh, and Y/n. Do keep your wolves on leash. They keep nipping at our heels.” And with that, she gave you a smile, and before you could say anything else, she was already gone down the hall, her boot heels leaving heavy clicking as she left.

“What wolves? I don’t have any dogs…” You turn your head to Damon, as if expecting he had the answers, which he did, but you also remember Stefan saying werewolves exist too. Could that be it?

“Yeah. You do. Sam Uley and his pack of puppies. Werewolves exist too, remember?”

“Yeah, I do. Never thought I’d say that.” You sighed out, before you fully took in what he said, “Wait, Sam Uley? You’re kidding?!” You shouted, but it slowly started to click into place, “It all makes sense, what he said about Nate. Great. Just what I needed, more monsters.”

Damon then tilted his head, amused by your words, “I will say, it’s fun watching you react and figure everything out this quickly. Kinda cliche, I know, but it's still fun.”

“You’re no help. Just this annoying thing, always stalking me…” You spat out, trying to insult him, but still reeling from finding out there are more monsters in your life.

“Wouldn’t calling it stalking, more like watching your every move for your protection.”

You didn’t hear him, already storming away when he started speaking with tears burning in your eyes as you slammed the girls bathroom door open, ignoring Jessica calling your name, and went into a stall, then just finally broke down. It was all just completely overwhelming.

The new information Sam Uley that kinda made sense, and just absolutely everything else.

“Well, I must say, your sister in law. She definitely has fire, Lisa.” Someone spoke, a guy with black hair, a student coming back from high school as if any other day.

Wait? Did he say Lisa?!

Lisa, the woman, turned her head, unamused by the sarcastic comment.

“Don’t underestimate her. She’ll know what she is soon enough.” Her voice was calm, strategic, “Unfortunately, things are moving too fast, but just as I predicted.” She looked at her pupil, her voice now deadly serious. “Keep your eyes on her, Zayne. I’ll be able to free the Opal soon enough.”

Zayne gave a short nod, listening and taking what his teacher said to heart, but still couldn’t help being sarcastic, “Yes ma’am.”

a/n: yo. this part, definitely rushed. yes, lisa is alive. this will be the only mention of zayne til act two. i like disappearing…

[cindy-ella]

pt.1 The Resident Widow

mission report: agent widow has escaped the corporation called Rain, and she did not leave empty handed, widow left with their most valuable test subject. test subject 007, or Nina, a baby born from a kidnapped woman carrying the t-virus, and her father unknown. now, on the run with Nina and help from a friend, Carlos Oliveira, they find themselves in Red Grave City, and unfortunately, stuff is already going down with a certain Devil May Cry agency, and the government sending the BSAA and a DSO agent to investigate the supernatural.

tags/warnings: violence, mentions of experimentation, blood, traumatic shit guys, murder, mentions of murder

fandom: resident evil x devil may cry

a/n: another series. i just like disappearing. also takes place post-dmc5, post-re8, and pre-re9. ima connect the qlipoth with mold, if you get were i’m going with it. obvi not canon.

beep! beep! beep!

“Oh my god, shut up…” You groaned, annoyed and tired, your eyes still closed as you reached your hand blindly, trying to find the alarm.

Opening your eyes, blinking away the exhaustion, you rolled over on the bed and aggressively pushed the button to shut up that stupid machine. You let out a sigh of relief, flopping down on your back, still tired from just waking up.

You turned your head slowly to the side, only to see Nina not in her bed, making you instantly sit up with a sense of dread. Your hand went under the pillow, grabbing your gun slowly, with your eyes moving around the room.

“Nina? Baby? It’s not playtime.” You slide off the bed, slowly walking around the small bedroom, “No playtime, please.” Then, you heard a small familiar noise, making the weight on your chest instantly go away.

Nina, the playful girl, peaks out from her hiding place, with a little smile on her face. That adorable, innocent smile, as if to tease you. The joys of taking care of a baby. Her little body was crouched down, still staring at you, as if trying to see what you do now, but how could you be upset at that face, and how long had she been up? You were just glad she was here, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

“I swear. You’re going to make me die young, baby."

She let out a high-pitched giggle before running, well, waddling towards your legs, and looked up at you with pure joy in her eyes.

Picking her up, you walked out of the small bedroom to the kitchen/dining/living room. Yeah, where you were staying at, a small apartment in Red Grave City that worked, and one of the few apartment complexes still left from a destructive incident that happened half a year ago, and killed thousands of people. The city was being rebuilt slowly, cautiously, and a safe haven from the RAIN Corporation for you and Nina, for now.

Nina was now in her stroller, making spit noise, as she played with a toy duck of hers. The shader was over her, hiding her face from the sun.

You made it to a little Café, parking the stroller in front of a table outside, a wooden highchair already there, with a man, a friend, already sitting, as if waiting, leaning back in his chair, a playful smile on his face.

"You're late, you know?" He teased, now leaning forward on the table.

You rolled your eyes, unbuckling Nina from the stroller and putting her in the highchair. Her eyes lit up upon seeing him, letting out a loud squeal.

"Yeah, didn't have the best morning." You spat out sarcastically, even though it was true.

You pulled the chair out across from him, sitting down and letting out a tired, loud sigh, "She climbed out of the stupid cradle again, Carlos. I swear, I almost had a heart attack."

Carlos let out an amused chuckle, shaking his head.

"Seems the little mija is an escape artist."

"Not funny. Like to see you try not having a heart attack from the escape artist.”

He raised his hands up in defense and spoke teasingly, "Sorry honey, I'm just the breadwinner."

That made you roll your eyes again, crossing your arms unamused, but also a little amused.

Nina's little eyes looked between you and Carlos, at the small back and forth, a little gummy smile on her face as if this was the most funniest thing in the world, and it was, to her.

"Anyway. How long do you think it'll take for them to find us?" You spoke in a low tone, turning the conversation serious.

Carlos sighs, shaking his head, "Don't know, but this city has been a solid for two weeks, and with us staying together taking care of her." He then turns his whole focus on you, noticing the hidden terminal in your eyes, "Hey. I wouldn't worry about it too much. We're partners, after all. Here, I'll take Nina to the apartment, and you go take a break, yeah?"

You nodded, giving him a tired, soft smile as he picked up Nina, putting her back in the stroller.

Carlos gave one last goodbye, squeezing your shoulder gently before walking off with Nina, with you watched them carefully, hesitantly, just to make sure nothing happened in those few seconds.

That night, after doing... things, you practically dragged yourself to the apartment complex.

Taking a short cut through an alley, your hands in your coat pockets. It was surprisingly cold, but you weren't paying attention.

You were more focused on making it home to Nina and Carlos and just getting rest, especially after the early morning you had with her.

Finally, you got inside, taking the stairs to the second floor. Once you make it to your door, you knocked twice, letting out a tired sigh.

"Carlos, it's me."

Just as he opened the door, he held a finger to his lips, making you confused as you gave him a look like he had two heads.

"I finally got her to sleep." He whispered, his voice weary.

That made your confusion go away and transform into a smirk, "Not so easy, is it?"

He let out a small scoff, waving you off, but there was a little amused smile on his face.

You stepped inside, shutting and locking the door, and double-checking that the door was securely shut.

Carlos plopped down on the couch, his body sprawled out.

"I don't know how you do it. Míja is a menace."

"Yeah, well, I guess I'm good at being a mom."

He nodded at that and watched as you went to the bedroom, your legs taking you to the bathroom for a much needed shower, but you were carefully sneaking past the sleeping Nina. Making sure she didn't wake up.

"The subject's vessel is unstable. Breathing abnormal."

Staff scattered and rushed around the heavily pregnant women. She'd just passed out, the baby halfway out, but stuck.

You were behind the glass, watching, your eyes holding no emotion, as you were trained to. Your arms were crossed over your chest, bored.

When two men came to the glass, one in a white coat, and the other in a suit. Both talking about the subject, the baby, the it's vessel may not be about to carry it out, but that their partners would be very happy with what was transpiring at that moment, but just as you were about to walk out, you heard a scream of pain, and you quickly turned your head back to see the woman biting the side of one of the staffs faces. The woman's skin had gone gray, her eyes bloodshot and white, and she kept knawing at her prey.

Then, she stopped when a cry was heard.

The baby was pulled out, covered in blood, wailing, as its limbs failing around.

"Widow. Take care of the vessel and the one she bit. That's an order." The man in the suit said, his voice sternly, before he turned back to look at the baby, "Seems we finally have a new disease."

You did as you were told, loading your gun, and going in the room. The person who was bite was crying in pain, holding their face, likely to die and turn soon. A shot rang out as you shot them without hesitation.

Now, your gun was held towards the vessel, the woman. She was snarling and thrashing around til her attention turned to you, and at that moment, you hesitated for just a second before another shot rang out and the snarling stopped.

"Well done. Now, go back to your station for your next assignment." He said, a pleased smile on his face.

"Yes, sir."

a/n: first part done. carlos and y/n are basically the mama and papa duo to nina. next part will be kinda like the opening to re8. iykyk😋. stay tuned!

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[cindy-ella]

PRETEND YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT😭😭😭

literally woke up and was like, why do i have 99+ notifications, then was like, OH SHIT— yk

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[cindy-ella]

i want my papí and mamí. i want them too…

summary: while y/n and her fiancé, bentio antonio martínez ocasio, or known as bad bunny, were getting ready for the halftime show, their son, andrés ocasio, just wanted his parents attention as they race around getting ready. poor little andy, he just happens to sneak on when the wedding happens and his mamí and lady gaga sing together, much to his parents shock, but they just roll with it.

warnings: bad spanish translation by me, my writing, trump(he’s not mentioned, but still. sue me)

a/n: this is a mini one shot. reader does speak some spanish. she’s learning for him and wants their son to know, learn, and respect puerto rícan culture. ice out folks

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“Mamí can we play now?” Little Andrés said, his voice small and soft as he stared up at his mother, y/n l/n, as she was putting on the final touches to her makeup.

You looked down, a loving smile on your face, and your hand finding Andrés curls, ones that he inherited from his father. “After baby, alright. Mamí’s busy, but I promise after this, me and daddy will play with you as long as you want.”

Andrés pouts, his bottom lip sticking out, “Aw, but I wanna play now.”

You sighed, finding it adorable, “I know, baby, but it’ll only be a few minutes.”

Then, his dad, your fiancé, came over, kissing your shoulder, “Mí corazón, you look gorgeous. Doesn’t she, chico?” He turned his attention to his son, picking him up.

“Mamí’s always pretty!” Andrés huffed, clearly feeling left out, but defending his mother’s beauty.

Benito chuckled, amused, “Sí, that’s true, pero ella es más bonita ahora.” (Yes, that’s true, but she is more pretty now).

Shaking your head, find their little banter cute, “I have to agree with Andy. I’m always pretty, but you, Mr. Bunny, are on in a few minutes.”

“I have time, amor.”

“You do, like five minutes, hurry.” You teased, taking Andrés from Benito’s arms, and he gave you a quick kiss that you had no time to respond to, “You got this baby!” Your voice rang as you saw him walk out, people backstage clapping and cheering for the performance about to start.

“Bye bye, papí!” Andrés shouts, but his little voice not loud enough. You kissed his little cheek before setting him down.

“We’ll be right back, okay? Be good, sweetie.” Then, it was your turn to walk out, leaving little Andy in your section, disappointed and bored. He knew his parents were busy and important, but just not how important they were in this moment.

“Don’t worry, míjo. Your papí and mamí will be fire tonight.” A voice said, making Andrés look up, seeing Ricky Martin smiling at him before he walked off himself.

Andrés stared blankly for about a few minutes, hearing his father’s voice echoing throughout the stadium and behind the scenes before he began walking, a very small determined walk. His little face was also determined, and no one seemed to notice him, the son of two celebrities walking out to the wedding stage that was happening right when his mother was supposed to be singing with her friend, that he calls Ms. Gaga.

He then hears their voices and sees both swaying in sync, while professional dancers twirl around with partners. His eyes watch in awe, til his mother notices him, but quickly turns her attention to what she was originally doing.

Then, the song ends, her and Ms. Gaga smiled at each other, and his father came to his mother, and they began dancing as his father sang, the camera going around them. Andrés slowly begins to get into the music, with his feet lightly bouncing unconsciously, that he didn’t even see her approaching him to pick him up and twirl around with him as his father continues to sing.

His giggles are heard, and then the camera goes to them, with Benito coming into frame and kissing his cheek along with y/n on either side of him, making the crowd cheer and with the camera still on them.

Y/n slowly leaves stage, going back inside with her son still in her arms. Lady Gaga coming to greet them, a huge smile on her face, “How did no one see him leave?”

“I don’t know how he snuck out, but I’m not complaining.” You said, a huge smile on your face.

Andrés was practically vibrating in excitement, his arms wrapped around you, “That was so fun, Mama! I wanna do it again!”

“Next time, baby.”

He whined, wanting to dance again, “Please. I wanna dance again like you and Daddy.” He then quickly silenced his whining when you kissed the top of his head, “No fair…”

Finally, after the show, Benito came in full with adrenaline and heavy breathing. His main focus was you and Andrés, trying to find the both of you while everyone else was celebrating and congratulating him. Once he did find you two, his lips were instantly on yours, Andrés squished between them as his parents shared a passionate kiss before finally pulling apart.

“You were incredibly out there, mí amor!” He said, panting from the kiss, but also the show, because that man was moving!

Andrés looked up at him, still in your arms, “What about me, Papa?”

“You and your mamí were the best dancers out there, niño.”

A wide grin spread on his face at his father’s words. The boy was obviously tired but trying to hide it.

After a small celebration and the Seahawks winning(Les go!), the three of you left, with you saying goodbye to the crew and friends.

Benito and you kept complementing and teasing each other while Andy slept in the back of the car. Both your phones were blowing up, good and bad, mostly supportive, and trump saying some bullshit!, but you were focusing on each other.

“I want another one.” Benito says, completely out of the blue.

“No.”

“What?! Come on, mamí! Imagine another… little us.”

“If you can convince me, maybe.” You teased, not looking at him.

That made Benito smirk, “Oh, I can convince you. Starting tonight.”

another a/n: i’m so embarrassed! but this is the final product. i kinda don’t like it, but i never like my work. ice out permanently

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[everydaydreamer]

Me opening my drafts to finally write the fic that's been brewing in my head only for writer's block to hit right at that moment

[cindy-ella]

vampire, werewolves, and… witches?! oh my…

Series Masterlist  act 1 - act ?

act 1

I - Prologue, II - New Boys in Town, III - More Grieving, IV - Dresses and Familiar Faces, V - The Truth, VI - The New Blonde Hair Girl, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV

act 2

act 3

more acts to be added

[cindy-ella]

Hii Do you plan to write a part two for Sleeping Beauty Fic your wrote?

yes... but unfortunately, I'm having a case of writers block with some things in my drafts. I'm mostly focusing on the series I'm currently working on.

[cindy-ella]

Psst!

Hey you! Yeah you!

[cindy-ella]

act 1 - pt.5 The Truth

summary: you wake up, and don’t remember much, but you do see a gift and a note from klaus about asking for the truth from stefan and damon.

warnings: blood (duh), damon being a dick

a/n: this one feels short, but idk. nine more parts to go before act two… my poor fingers

pt.4 — pt.6

“A shame they didn’t change you. Especially Damon…” Klaus whispered, laying you on your bed.

He sat down next to you, staring at your unconscious state. After all this time, he finally found you, the girl he’s been looking for.

It would be easy to take you, change you, kill you. Any of those options would do for him, but why couldn’t he? Could it be you, your magic telling him no and stopping him, but that wasn’t possible, you hadn’t awakened your magic yet. You didn’t even know what you were, your lineage, and the dead witch who possessed your body, but even she hadn’t come out.

Klaus Mikaelson, the great evil, the hybrid vampire.

His name striking fear for those who knew him or heard of him, and when he finally you, it seemed you knew him, or recognized him, which would make sense, you did ask if you met before, but again, it made no sense because you never met before.

“What have you done to me, little witch.” He whispered again, then he decided something, that you should know about what your life would be, what the world was truly like.

You woke up early, like really early. Nate and Wesley were still asleep. You would’ve heard Nate moving around in the kitchen or living room, and Wesley babbling random gibberish that you neither of you could understand, but like Kiara said, he was finding his voice.

Tossing your blanket aside, you notice your dress lay on your desk chair, but nothing was wrong with it, no. There was just a little note on it with a black box tied in pink ribbon.

You hesitantly walk towards the dress and pick up the note, reading it slowly,

Ask your boyfriends Damon and Stefan about me.

You’ll know the truth.

Enjoy the gift for your dance.

K.M

What the actual hell?

Niklaus knew Damon and Stefan? It's not like you could really ask Stefan anyway since he was still missing from school and from Forks all together. You could, however, ask Damon, but what did they have to do with anything? What the hell is truth? What were they lying about, and why did Niklaus seem to care about this?

You grabbed the box and untied the pink bow. What could possibly be in it, and should you really be opening a gift, so he says, from a man who you don’t know? But who cares? Right, your curiosity won as you opened the lid, and inside, it was a necklace. It looked expensive, very expensive. The necklace had had a thin golden chain, and in the center, a ruby shaped as a heart.

Was he trying to flirt with you by buying you a gift? Well, you were definitely flattered, but jewelry wasn’t really your thing. Sure, you wore a little makeup here and there, but you never really got into jewelry, so this gift in your eyes was useless. Pretty, but useless.

It was more creepy if anything, sure. It was flattering, but you didn’t even know the guy.

After another hour, you were getting Wesley up, feeding him while Nate was moving around the kitchen, trying to make himself a quick breakfast. Nate unfortunately had to attend work super early. It was actually funny watching him mumble to himself. He always did that ever since you two were kids. Your dad said he got it from mom, but it was just funny.

You heard the front door knock, so set Wesley’s food down on his tray, then went over, opening the door.

Outside was Emily, a smile on her face, and Sam, who was probably dropping her off to babysit. You moved to the side, letting them in. Sam seemed to act weird, staring at you, and he took big sniffs like he was sick or he smelled something.

Nate quickly said hello to them and a thank you before rushing out the door. You shouted out to him to come home on time, hoping he heard you.

“Have you and Nate had anyone over?” Sam asked, making Emily give him a look while she picked up Wesley’s food, feeding him again.

You shook your head confused, “Just my friends. Jacob comes over, and just you two.”

Sam nodded, giving a quick smile before using the excuse that he had to go to the bathroom.

Emily rolled her eyes at her fiancé, “Sorry about him. He’s just been… a little on edge about something.”

“It’s fine. Thanks for watching Wes. I should head out.” You say while grabbing your backpack. Wesley let about an angry noise, slamming his tiny hands down on his tray. You chuckled, amused at his little tantrum, and walked over, kissing his head, “See you later, bud. Behave for Auntie Em.” Emily smiled at the cute display and said goodbye when you went out the door.

Once you were completely gone, Sam came out with his arms crossed, a hard look on his face, his eyes meeting Emily’s, “A vampires been here.”

Alice was talking to you about something you weren’t really paying attention to. Jasper was at her side, looking like he was in pain, as always. Your arms were crossed while your back was against your locker. You were still in deep thought about what happened this morning, about what Klaus said in the note, about the truth, apparently.

It seemed like Alice noticed, and she snapped her fingers in your face, making you snap out it, which your body jerk, startling you.

“You okay, Y/n?” She asked concerned, her head tilted slightly to the side.

You slowly nod, giving her an apologetic smile, “Yeah. I’m alright. I'm just thinking about something. Sorry.”

She gave a smile back, then wrapped her hand in Jaspers, “Me and Jasper will leave you to your thoughts then. See you, Y/n!” Then she practically skipped away with Jasper at her side.

You turned around slowly to open your locker to grab a book, but paused, grabbing the necklace instead from this morning. Your finger traced the ruby shaped gem as you stared deeply at it. Your don’t even know why you brought it, but maybe if you showed it to Damon or Stefan, if he was there, and told them about Klaus, they would tell you this whole truth thing.

Suddenly, your thoughts broke when someone came up behind you, snatching the necklace, making you gasp in surprise, and turn to see the thief.

“Cute necklace! Where’d you get, sweetheart?” Speaking of Damon and that annoying voice and face of his… He stared at the necklace, pretending to be interested in it. His eyes were squinting, tilting his head every so often to be dramatic.

“Give it back, Damon.”

You tried to grab it, but Damon kept it out of reach, shaking his finger in your face, that stupid smile on his face, “Ah, ah, ah. First, tell me where you got it first.”

You smacked his hand away from face, “Get your finger out of my face.”

Damon laughed, holding the necklace more out of reach when you tried to grab it again, and just as you were about to grab it once more someone else snatched it from Damon, making him turn around in annoyance.

“Stop stealing things that aren’t yours, Damon.” You surprisingly recognized that voice. It was Stefan, he’s back! He gave you back the necklace, smiling, “Seems you’ve been dealing with my brother while I was gone?”

“I think you mean tolerate.” You smiled back, taking the necklace. Your comment made Stefan chuckle, while it made Damon roll his eyes with a scoff. “So, where have you been? You’ve been gone like, forever.”

Stefan looked down for a split second, with his hand scratching the back of his neck, "I was out of town. Visiting family."

You nodded, a tight smile on your face, "Glad your back. I'll admit, I missed you. History class wasn't the same without you always knowing everything." You teased while Stefan scoffed and let out a chuckle.

Damon looked between the two of you, a smirk on his face.

"Well, I think it's about time you two lovebirds break it up. I gotta take my dear little brother here away to be a dick too." He said in a cocky tone with his head turned to Stefan as he wrapped his arm around him, giving Stefan's shoulder a squeeze.

Stefan gave Damon a short glare before giving you a short smile and then left with Damon.

You watched them leave, then mentally hit yourself for not asking them about Niklaus and what the note said. Then, you put the necklace back in the locker before you shut it with a gentle slam and walked away with the book in your hand and your backpack.

Finally, school was over, and you were driving over to the library. Aka, your job.

You got out and walked inside, being greeted by the by the quiet and none busy atmosphere. You put backpack behind the front desk when Shreyl came up to greet you, asking if everything was okay with Wesley and Nate, which you responded that it was going slow but better, and it was.

At that, she gave you a smile and walked towards the kids section of the library. Then she stopped, turning around towards you again as you were about to sit down, and asked if you could find Dan, that he went outside in the back of the building and hadn’t come back. You smiled and nod, and started heading towards the back.

Dan was a fellow coworker but an absolute weirdo in your opinion. Well, that was a harsh way of saying it. He was more of a nerd with glasses, which is a better way of saying it. Nice guy, but I talked too much about comics and video games. Now you didn’t mind that at all, sure it got annoying sometimes, but you would call yourself somewhat of a nerd, studying and reading. Other than that, Dan was just a guy, a few years older than you, fresh out of college, and just finding his way in life. (like Dan? don’t get attached)

As you walked down the cramped hallway towards the back door, it felt as if you were hearing voices. Very familiar voices that made you slow your steps as you kept moving your head behind you and in front of you towards the door.

The voices began getting louder, louder, and louder. You couldn’t tell what they were saying, but it was making you scared and confused as you began to walk faster, telling yourself it’s your thoughts or something to ground you. It seemed that the hallway was extending, which was impossible, right? But as it did, there seemed to more voices.

Now, your steps got faster with your hands clenched at your side. You closed your eyes tightly, whispering to yourself constantly that it was just in your head.

Then, they all stopped, til one voice whispered in your head, making you freeze, your eyes still close.

.

.

“Set. Me. Free.”

.

.

You finally opened your eyes, a startled gasp leaving you like you out of breath. Your eyes dart around realizing you were… outside? But weren’t you just inside? What happened? Were you in a trance? Maybe you zoned out. Yeah, you most definitely zoned out.

Oh, and you were looking for Dan. Right, Dan.

Just as you were about to turn around, your body stopped mid turn from you saw. A man hunched over a body that you couldn’t really see, but definitely a body.

You began to slowly walk over, which probably was a terrible idea, but curiosity wins again. Unfortunately, as you trying to be silent, you of course stepped on a swing like a cliche horror movie, making the man who was hunched over turn his head just barely that you couldn’t see him.

“Um? Excuse me, but is everything okay?” You asked, trying to sound nice and not suspicious but mentally slapping yourself on the question you asked. No, it does not seem like everything is okay.

The man seemed to stiffen at the sound of your voice. Then he slowly stood up, dropping the body, which you instantly recognized as Dan.

Your eyes went wide, and your whole body frozen as a chill of fear went down your spine. There was a bite on Dan’s neck, blood flowing down to a puddle, and his eyes lifeless with his glasses cracked. The bite looked just like yours, which was concerning since you’ve been told it had been an animal attack.

Then, the man turned to you, and it felt like your heart had stopped once you saw him, Damon Salvatore.

Blood. Dan’s blood covered his mouth, his teeth that were now fangs, and his neck. You were now absolutely terrified, your feet backing away til you found yourself running to the door. Tears began filling your eyes. Just as you were about to touch the door handle, Damon was in front of you in a single second.

His hand was around your wrist, and you tried to pull away but couldn’t. Damon’s grip didn’t hurt, but it was strong enough to where you couldn’t break away from it.

“Let me go!” You shouted, using your other hand to hit his chest. Damon was completely unfazed. All he did was roll his eyes like he was annoyed. The audacity of him.

“You need to relax. Honestly, worried about a freak.” He switched positions, turning you in an instant to where your back was against his chest and his hand around your neck, making you let out a shaky breath.

You could finally feel your heart beating, pounding in your ears so fast that you thought it would explode. Your hands were holding the arm that held your throat, hoping he didn’t squeeze, but for some reason, you felt like he wouldn’t. That he wasn’t going to hurt you, but you wanted to hurt him badly.

“You killed him. You murdered an innocent man. You monster.”

“Yeah. Heard it all before,” Damon rolled his eyes, but you couldn’t see it, “but this monster saved you from another monster who planned to do things to you. Little Dan.”

You instantly froze. Your grip loosened as your eyes, if he saw them, held confusion and denial. Was he talking about Dan? No. Dan wouldn’t. You knew him, he wouldn’t.

“That’s a terrible lie to hide behind…” You managed to get out, a slight crack in your voice, “Dan wouldn’t hurt me.”

Damon laughed, a mocking laugh, “So naive. Maybe I should show you his phone—”

Suddenly, you were released. His hand was off your neck. You stumbled to the ground from your loss of balance since your body was against Damon’s. You heard Damon groan since he was also somehow on the floor, his elbows propping him up. Then a smirk went on his face when he saw the newcomer who shoved him.

“Well, well. Have me surprised. Did your sister have a vision of what was happening, mind reader?” Damon teased as he got up.

You finally turned your head and saw Edward Cullen?! What the hell was happening?!

Edward hade a look in his eyes like he wanted to kill Damon, but before he could attack Damon again, another person joined in on whatever the fuck was going on.

“Enough, Damon! Don’t start something I’ll have to finish.” Stefan shouts at Damon as he gets up slowly.

You slowly got up yourself and looked between the three men in front of you, your eyes wide in shock and confusion. Edward’s eyes were still glaring at Damon, and he took one step forward, his voice having a bit of growl in it but mostly anger, “If you ever put your hands on her against her will again.”

Damon rolled his, wiping some of the blood off his face, smudging it, “Yeah, yeah, you’ll kill me or whatever threat you were going to say.”

Stefan shoved Damon, not hard enough to make him fall, just hard enough to keep Damon at a distance. A stern glare in his eye, “Back off, now, Damon.”

“What the hell is happening? I’m dreaming right now, right? Yup, I'm definitely dreaming.” Your voice spoke louder than you meant too, but it cut the tension for a split second, all three men now looking at you as you spoke to yourself, “Please tell me I’m dreaming…”

“Afraid not. You’re dealing with three very real vampires.” Damon said, with a smirk on his face, making both Edward and Stefan glare at him, making Damon raise his hands, “Just being honest, fellas.”

You stared in disbelief at them before letting out a laugh with a hand on your chest, “Seriously. Vampires? That’s the best you can do? Let me guess, Niklaus is in on this, too? He left me a note talking about, ‘the truth’, but this is just plain stupid!” You continued to laugh, finally catching your breath.

“Klaus? You talked to him?” Stefan said walking towards you slowly, him and Damon sharing a look.

You nodded, putting your hands on your hips, “Yeah. He was nice, had an accent, but also a bit weird.”

Stefan was now in front of you, his arms crossed. He let out a sigh, as if he couldn’t believe what he was about to say himself, “I know it’s hard to believe, but what Damon said is true. We’re all vampires. Edward’s family is a clan of vampires. Werewolves exist, too. You were even attacked by a vampire, not an animal. If you don’t believe us that’s fine, but look at Dan.”

You did look back at Dan’s corpse. The bite on his neck still gushes out blood when Damon drained. It was similar to the one you had, but things did start to click for you. Edward’s ice-cold skin. Stefan’s acting weird when you injured yourself during P.E. Damon was almost everywhere you were. Niklaus’s voice echoed in your head when now you presume he definitely killed the men who assaulted you.

It was hard to believe. Anyone else would probably have had the same reaction as you. Who wouldn’t honestly? Vampires and Werewolves being real? Sounds like the world greatest joke that the supernatural truly does exist. After all the stories and folklore about them, everyone thinking they’re just made up, make believe to scare children and dress as them for Halloween.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll believe it, just so my thoughts can shut up.” You sighed, now crossing their arms, staring up at Stefan, “I do have a question. Why are you and Damon always around me?”

“Because Klaus is after you, and we want to know why.” Damon cuts in, his voice now serious, “Now that he and his family are here, it makes things a lot harder.”

Suddenly, Damon and Stefan disappeared in a flash when the door opened, revealing Sheryl coming out, a concerned look on her face.

“Y/n? You were taking so long, thought something happened to you sweetie. Where’s Dan?”

Edward stepped forward, a short smile on his face, “Sorry. I kept Y/n back. We just couldn’t seem to stop talking to each other.”

Sheryl looked at him suspiciously but seemed to believe what he said before wrapping an arm around you and taking you back inside, her concern for you still there. She didn’t ask about Dan again, but you turned your head back, looking at Edward til you saw him finally leave.

What a night…

It was late in the night, after that whole crazy fiasco. You were already home, and Wesley had already been put to bed. Emily and Sam were long gone, obviously, both of them left when you arrived, but Nate was missing. Not at home when you came, but he also hadn’t come home from wherever he was, whether at work or wherever he was.

You called and texted him with no response. Now, you were worried, pacing in the kitchen for the twentieth time it felt like. It scared you, especially after what you found out about Klaus, but you didn’t want to believe it even though you told Stefan you said did. You really only said it because you thought it just made sense or maybe because you really did believe him when he said he was a vampire, and so was Damon and Edward, apparently.

Wesley’s quiet snores could be heard from his room, and the door cracked opened. Then, you were instantly startled by your phone ringing, which made you scramble to get it. Your finger clicked answer instantly once you say Nate’s number.

“Nate! Jesus Christ, dude. Where the hell are you!?” Your voice was frantic as you continued pacing, pushing your hair out of your face in stress. You also prayed that your loudness just now didn’t wake up Wesley.

Nate didn’t answer for a few seconds, but when a voice did come through, it wasn’t Nate’s…

“Hello love. I’m so glad you finally found out that your little friends, if that what they are, are monsters.” The voice on the other lined teased. A voice you recognized very faintly and made you freeze.

Your voice caught in your throat as you clenched your phone, a shaky breath leaving your lips, one of anger, when you finally found your voice, “You. How did you— where’s Nate!” Trying to sound strong but failing, you heard a crack in your own voice.

Klaus chuckled, definitely amused by your anger and worry, “Oh, don’t worry. He’s perfectly fine. My family will be keeping an eye on you, sweetheart. I’ll keep in touch.”

You were about to shout something back, but he hanged up, making you groan in frustration and throw your phone on the kitchen counter.

Nate was missing, and now you were home alone with a baby, your nephew. You prayed in your head hoping that this night, what Stefan and Damon said, that today, and everything was just some cruel, terrible, twisted dream, that you’d just wake up.

You knew it wasn’t a dream. Lisa and your parents were dead. You have a nephew that you loved deeply and cared for. Moved away from your childhood home that you’ve known for your entire life. Now, your brothe was missing. Supposedly kidnapped by a man who was also a vampire who was after you for some reason that you weren’t told, along with his family. Everything is happening so fast, and it was just too much.

The supernatural was real. It came knocking at your door and took your brother, tried to kill you.

It was real, and now your life feels like a mystery/fantasy movie.

a/n: yippee! finally finished! rebekah camo next part…

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[cindy-ella]

act 1 - pt.4 Dresses and Familiar Faces

summary: with winter formal coming close, jessica and angela convince you to go dress shopping. then while doing so, you felt a strange feeling that you were being watched, and this time it wasn’t damon, edward, or jacob.

warnings: just creeps being creepy(twilight 1 reference, iykyk), blood, klaus being klaus.

a/n: never searching prom dress pics ever again😭. im taking it slow with the whole witch thing, like she doesn’t get her abilities right away, it happens much later, maybe chapter eight or nine. and y/n is in final year high school, so takes place during eclipse.

pt.3 — pt.5

It was early morning, and you were driving in your truck, on the way to school. You weren’t paying attention to the radio, only brief words about two more animal attacks, when you finally switched the station to whatever music station came on next, which was better than listening to animal attacks in your opinion.

Not paying to the road, you were getting lost in thought about something random. Your mind zoning out, which definitely wasn’t safe…

Then suddenly, something ran in front of the truck, making you let out a sharp gasp and hitting your foot the break hard and fast while steering the wheel to the side to control your vehicle.

You then looked up, trying to find whatever it was you almost hit, when a giant wolf jumped in front of you, making you scream out in surprise and shock as it dash across the street. Whatever that first thing was, all you remembered seeing was a blur of red, and that wolf was after it…

Wait— that was a giant wolf?

That was a giant wolf?!

Your mind reeled at what you just saw, and you set your forehead against the steering wheel, hitting your head against it a few times as if to shut up your thoughts but also to keep yourself grounded. Finally, you looked up and let out a few deep breath’s before driving off again with still one more thought in your head.

Was that wolf causing the animal attacks? And was it the one who attacked you?

“Then, I was like, whatever, you know?” Jessica says, her arms and hands moving around as she talks, “I feel like Mike doesn’t notice me, and I’ve always been there.”

You had your arms crossed as you both walked together outside since it was lunch. You were listening to her, even if it didn’t look like you were, but you still shaken up by what happened earlier that morning, “Well, that’s his loss. You’re amazing.”

She turned her head to, clearly caught off guard by what you said, like no one else has ever said something like that to her before, “You really think so?”

You scoff, smiling, “Uh, yeah. I know so. Whoever says otherwise is jealous or stupid, screw Mike, honestly.”

Jess looked like she was about to cry, but not really, just dramatic effect, “You’re literally the best!” She then wrapped her arms around you tightly, and you hugged back, not knowing what else to do, but you were glad you made her happy. And yeah, screw Mike and that weird ego of his.

The two of you continued talking, wether it was about the formal, or Jessica guessing who’s gonna ask you out to the dance, and she of course was trying to make a bet about it (she was betting on Edward or Damon), which was annoying, but it still made you laugh. Honestly, you were fine going on your own without a date. You were really only going because Jessica and Angela were going, that’s all.

Angela came up to you, a huge smile on her face, “Guess who just got you a date, Y/n.”

You froze, turning your attention to her, confused, “A date? Angela, you didn’t.”

“I did, and it’s absolutely no one.”

You let out a sigh of relief, realizing she was joking, “I feel like you’re actively trying to make me die young.”

Angela shook her head, “What? Never, but I do wish you would take a date.”

“You know what? Maybe I will.”

Both Angela and Jessica exchanged a look, like they were shocked, which they were, and they definitely thought you were lying, but also they squealed in excitement.

“Who do you have in mind!” Jessica asked, grabbing both of your hands, squeezing them a little too hard.

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head, “I’ll probably ask my friend Jacob, and we’ll probably crash, or maybe Stefan, keep it low-key.”

Angela scoffed, “You sure you don’t want to ask Damon~?”

You rolled your eyes but thought of something stupid to say to get out of this stupid conversation, “I think I hear someone calling me. It might be Damon, who knows?” You teased, slipping away as both girls rolled their eyes, “See you two at Port Angeles!” And you were gone, finally free from talking about dates.

Not even a few minutes later, the bell rang for the next period, and you were already at your seat in art class, when Alice Cullen sat beside you like always. Her smile was too big. You thought her cheeks were going to burst, but you smiled back at her nonetheless.

After driving to Port Angeles, you parked near the dress store Jessica told you about. Closing the truck door, you tucked your wallet in jean pocket as you walked in the store, both Angela and Jessica already inside, and once they noticed you, they both began to drag towards the dresses.

The three of you tried on a few, sometimes striking poses pretending to be some high end fashion models or something.

One dress did catch your eye in particular, it was simple, but elegant in way. Jessica was still in this pink dress she chose out, staring at herself in the mirror, “What do you guys think about this one? I don’t know about the whole cleavage thing though.”

You looked up after grabbing the dress, “I think the pink looks great on you. Maybe ask Angela when she’s done changing.”

Jessica nodded, but continued to stare at the mirror, turning her body to see how she fully looked.

You walked into a changing room, and tried on the dress you picked out. Turning to look at yourself in the mirror, you loved the color, and how it fit. Maybe you could find a jacket to put over it because of the straps and how cold it would definitely be during the dance.

“Y/n? Come on out! We want to see you!” Angela says when she knocks, impatient, obviously.

Once you did, you say Angela was in a very light, lilac purple dress, it was sleeveless, and had pearls sewed around it. The dress looked absolutely stunning on Angela, but both girls looked you, smiles on their faces.

“Oh my gosh, Y/n! Red is definitely your color.” Angela squealed, which you gave a soft smile to, a tiny bit embarrassed and flushed.

You then all froze as you heard a man with an accent chuckle. The three of you turned around confused but curious, when you all saw a man with dirty, dark blonde hair, his hands behind his back as he walked closer, a smile on his face. He looked familiar, too familiar for your liking. You could’ve sworn you’ve seen him before, but where?

“I must agree with your friend there. You look absolutely stunning, love.” He said, staring into your eyes.

Jessica and Angela gave each that look that they do when Damon appears at school. You just stared in confusion, trying to figure this guy out. Not only his face, but his voice was familiar, very familiar. You didn’t like it, and the way he said ’love’, it was unsettling.

“See, you’re literally a magnet, Y/n.” Jessica teased, whispering in your ear which just made you roll your eyes.

You pulled away from them, continuing to stare at the man, “I’m sorry. Have we met? You seem familiar…”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “No, I don’t believe we have. I’d remember a face like yours.” That made your friends giggle behind you, whispering to each other. Then, a woman with blonde hair came up beside, making him turn his head towards her, “Ah, Rebekah. There you are. Just as I was making friends.”

The woman, Rebekah, rolled her at eyes at him, “Apologies, Niklaus. I didn’t find anything interesting, but it seems you did. What’s your name?” She turned towards you, your body frozen as you instantly recognize the name she had just said. Niklaus, but that’s impossible, right? Maybe it’s just a coincidence, yeah.

You finally broke out of thought, your eyes blinking rapidly, “Oh, um, I’m Y/n, and this Angela and Jessica.”

She nods before whispering something in Niklaus’s ear, which his face dropped to, “Hm, seems me and sister need to go. It was it pleasure meeting you, Y/n.” And with that, they left, leaving an unforgettable tension in the air.

You went back to the changing room, changing back into your regular clothes. When, you went out of the dressing you, blood covered the floor, with the Jessica and Angela dead in the center, and with Niklaus standing above them, their blood dripping from his mouth, “Seems you’re just in time for dessert…”

“Y/n? Earth to Y/n?” Jessica snapped her finger in your face, snapping you out of whatever trance you were in. You looked at her confused, trying to realize what you saw, “You okay? You froze after he left.”

You slowly nod your head before giving a fake smile, “Yeah! Yeah, I’m okay, probably just tired. I should just pay for the dress and go home.”

Jessica gave a short smile, while Angela gave a look of concern, “Drive home safe.”

Then, you paid for the dress, then walked out to your truck, putting the dress on the passenger seat, your thoughts still screaming in your head. You locked your truck, deciding to go for a small walk, your hands in your pockets.

While walking, the sky darkened, but you didn’t seem to notice, or care, still thinking about Niklaus, and that weird vision you seemed to have of him, but it was definitely disturbing, just your imagination, you said, and that dream, his voice, was only a nightmare—

“Hey! We saw you at you at the dress store.” A voice said, making you turn around, and you saw three guys coming towards you, disgusting smiles on their faces, “Where’s your friends at? That one in the pink dress, hot.”

You tried to ignore them to continue walking away, but one of them grabbed you, dragging you to an alley, and as you were about to scream, the other covered your mouth. He shoved you against the wall, hard, making you wince in pain. With the strength you had, you punched one of them in the face, but the one who was talking to you, threw you down making your head slam on the ground, your temple slowly bleeding, and your vision getting blurry.

The men chuckled but suddenly stopped when one of them was grabbed.

“Have care mates. That’s no way to treat a lady.”

Then, it all went to black. The only thing you heard were the screams and rips of skin.

a/n: i wanted this part to be short, so klaus could finally come into the picture, but next part will be a lot of revealing.

[cindy-ella]

omgomg keep writing part 4 ily💕💕💕

ily too pookie

[cindy-ella]

act 1 - pt.3 More Grieving

summary: don’t trust anyone.

warnings: blood, disturbing (not very) detailed imaging

a/n: i got this planned out… totally, already planning out lore and the second act. don’t ask! but lmk if you want to be tagged.

pt.2 - pt.4

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” A woman looked down at your parents' corpses lying still, their corpses covered in blood, and their broken bones sprawled out. Their eyes were life less, but tears of black tar dripped down their faces.

The woman stared blankly at the bodies and then turned to you, a baby in her arms, “Please, forgive me.”

Then, you heard beeping, very annoying beeping, and you began to slowly wake up, a bright light making it hard to fully open your eyes. You blinked away the exhaustion in your eyes and slowly sat up, but groaned in pain, a sharp pain in your neck. Lifting your hand up, you felt a bandage on your neck, wincing when you put pressure on the bandage.

You looked around your surroundings, and yup, you were in the hospital…, great.

What the hell happened? So many questions that it hurt your head, especially that dream. Who was that woman? Her voice felt so familiar, like you’ve heard it, not just once, but your entire life.

“Doctor! Doctor! She’s awake!” You hear a nurse shout, making your now headache worse, and you groan in pain, rubbing your forehead.

You heard footsteps coming towards the hospital, and you slowly turned your head, seeing what you guessed was the doctor. “Hello, Y/n. I’m Doctor Cullen. Can you hear me?”

You nodded, feeling a little dizzy, “Yes. Can you tell me what happened?”

Doctor Cullen gave you a solemn smile but nodded, “Chief Swan found you on the side of the road. You were attacked by an animal and lost a lot of blood.”

Chief Swan found you? Attacked by an animal? Well, that did explain the bandage on your neck, but was it really from an animal?

“Thank you, doctor Cullen—”

“Y/n! Thank god you’re awake.” Nate came in the room, coming to hug you instantly. You hugged him back, smiling softly, “You’re never walking home again, okay. I’ll buy you a car if that’s what I need to do.”

You nodded, pulling back, noticing the absence of Lisa, “Where’s Lisa?”

Nate sat beside you, bags under his eyes, and… did he cry earlier, “She gave birth right when they brought you in the hospital. The baby’s a boy, his name is Wesley.”

Your eyes went wide. There is so much to process, holy shit. Lisa gave birth at six months pregnant. Was that even possible? Was she okay? But the name of the baby brought your mind to somewhat ease. Wesley. After their father. It was cute, and you were excited to meet the baby, but was Lisa okay—

“Lisa, she didn’t make it.”

A funeral was happening down at the Forks Cemetery, for Lisa, a daughter, a wife, and a mother, and it was cloudy, and looked like it was going to rain, like any cliche funeral, but luckily it didn’t.

You were holding baby Wesley, people giving you condolences, and there congratulations on Wesley. Nate was just standing, looking down at Lisa’s coffin, not saying anything, but his eyes said it all. He was grieving, bags still under his eyes from crying and lack of sleep, you could tell he was trying not to cry in front of all the people there, but he held himself together, and grieve in silence.

Your boss, at the library, is a nice older lady named Sheryl. She came up to you with a sympathetic smile, pity in her eyes, “You can all the time you need off work, honey.” You nodded, thanking her, “You know, there was a small group of people looking for you the other day. Said they were your old friends?”

That caught you off guard. Old friends? You haven’t kept in contact with any of your friends back in New York. Who could they possibly be? They knew of you, or else why would they look for you? Why are they looking for you anyway?

“And there’s a boy staring at you right now. Is he your boyfriend?” Sheryl said, breaking you out of your thoughts. You turned around, adjusting Wesley in your arms, and you saw Damon in a black suit and tie? What the hell is he doing here?

“Sheryl, do you mind holding Wesley?” You asked, hoping she’d said yes, trusting her. She nodded as you set Wesley in her arms, making him stir, and let out a small whimper.

You walked over to Damon, who stood next to a tree. You stopped in front of him, crossing you arms, “What are you doing here, Damon? This is for family and friends only.”

Damon gave a tight smile, not that signature smirk, “Well, I consider us as friends, acquaintances, or whatever you want to call us, but I must say, you look great in all black.” He teased, making you roll your eyes, “and I thought you’d want a friend with you.”

That caught you off guard. Damon Salvatore, caring, and here for your sake.

Did he hit his head?

You also wondered where Stefan was since he was still missing, but your thoughts were interrupted by Jacob coming up behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/n. Sheryl say’s Wesley’s acting fussy and needs you.” Jacob said, not breaking his eyes away from Damon.

You nodded, beginning to leave, but not before Damon handed a piece of paper with a phone number, most likely his, and said if you needed anything. You gave him a genuine smile and thanked him, finally walking away to go find Sheryl.

Jacob glared at Damon and finally walked away, following behind you.

Once Jacob made his way back to Sam and Emily, both him and Sam watched as Damon left, and then Jacob turned his attention back to you, watching as you tended to a crying Wesley.

It was a cold Saturday afternoon, about two weeks after the funeral, close to December, both you and Nate trying to act like everything was okay, but you two knew it wasn’t. You were practically raising Wesley, who was growing strangely, already looking like he was a year old instead of a month old. Nate was still grieving. Obviously, he just lost his wife. He didn’t blame Wesley for her death. No, he was just absent, distracting himself with work and drinking, sometimes paying attention to his son, which was rare.

Now, you were at your second job, being a waitress at Forks Cafe, doing your shift with your coworker, and somewhat of a friend, Kiara. A woman an older than you, maybe in her twenties or close thirties, but nice all the same. She taught you everything about being a waitress, from making coffee to holding multiple drinks and plates of food at the same time.

Charlie Swan was at his usual spot, a table at the corner by a window, drinking his coffee while reading a newspaper, and still in his uniform. You came over with his plate of food, setting it in front of him. He looked away from his newspaper to the plate of food now in front of him, “Thank you, Y/n. Could I get some more coffee, please?”

Nodding, you gave him a quick smile, “Sure thing, Chief.”

You grabbed his coffee cup and went over to the coffee pot behind the counter. When Kiara came up, we decided you, putting some of her orders in, “You hear about these animals attack girl? It’s like they stopped for a bit, then picked right back up.” She says with a heavy sigh.

You turned your attention on to her, confused, sure you were attacked by an animal, going into the hospital for it, but the fact it was happening more frequently now was concerning. Shaking your head, you began pouring the coffee in Charlie’s cup, “No, I haven’t. I don’t really listen to radio news.”

“Well, maybe you should start listening? Course, you don’t have to.” She said with a smile, putting her order book on the counter, “Say, didn’t your brother buy Charlie Swans old truck?”

“He did. Wasn’t it his daughter’s?”

Kiara nodded solemnly, “It was. It's about time he let it go. Charlie’s been holding on to it since Bella left.”

Right, Bella Swan, the girl you’ve heard a lot about, from Charlie, your friends, and around town. You told yourself you probably would’ve liked her since you and her dad got along, but who knows.

“Yeah, Nate said he wouldn’t let me walk home by myself anymore after I got attacked.” You joked, trying to change the subject.

Luckily, it made Kiara smile a bit before grabbing plates of food for one of the tables she was serving, “But, you and Nate, okay though, right? Especially Nate?” She asks, raising a brow.

“Yeah, we’re doing okay, Wesley doesn’t cry much anymore, but he loves making noise.” You laughed, finally pouring coffee into Charlie’s mug.

Kiara also laughed, smiling, already walking away, “Probably finding his voice. Talk later, Y/n!” And then she walked off to a table with the plates of food in hand. You also walked over back to Charlie, setting his refill of coffee down beside him, which he said thank you for, then for another hour you were still on your feet taking orders, serving tables, and refilling drinks.

Then, while you were behind the counter, refilling more drinks of water and coffee, you heard a bell ding twice and a very, very familiar voice, “Ding Ding. Hey, Ms. Waitress.”

You didn’t have to turn around to know it was Damon Salvatore. You swear he was stalking you or something. Always seemed he was where you were, following you, weirdo. Even if he was attractive.

“Hey, stranger. Are you ordering something or just here to bother me more?”

Damon chuckled, then gave you that stupid smug smirk, “Oh, come on. We’re practically soulmates.”

You scoffed, setting the cup of coffee down on the bar table to the customer who ordered it, then turned your attention to him, “Far from it, stalker. How’d you find out I work here anyway?”

“A friend.” He said, leaning forward on the counter, then pressed his finger to his chin, tapping it like he was curious, well, pretending he was curious, “What was her name? Angel? Ava? No. Angela, she told me.”

“You mean you asked her?” You said, annoyed, not surprised that it was Angela, but it was obvious he asked something for her to tell, which Damon nodded to.

“Yeah I did. She was quite eager to tell me too, when I asked.”

Rolling your eyes, you sighed, hands on your hips, “Course she was. Her, and now Jessica, are literally obsessed with trying to set me up with any guy who looks at me.”

Damon raised his brows, slightly curious, but also finding the whole situation funny, “Well, that’s interesting. Any idea why?”

Shaking your head no, you wanted to change the subject, or maybe continue your job, but you two kept talking, talking, and talking while you were still doing your shift. You didn’t like Damon, sure, but the back and forth between you two was somewhat entertaining, even if he still was annoying, but you talked til your shift ended. When Kiara dismissed you from work, giving you a smug look and calling Damon your boyfriend, making you flushed as you two walked out of the cafe.

What the heck was it with everyone calling Damon your boyfriend?!

You were asleep, finally, no weird dreams, but you were woken up by a crying baby. Used to it by now, you slowly got up, still very exhausted, but walked over out of your room, and down the hall to Wesley’s room, which was next to Nate’s and Lisa’s—was Lisa’s— room. Opening the door, the crying was louder as you went over the crib and picked up Wesley. You began bouncing him in your arms, hushing his cries as he lets out small hiccups, calming down slowly.

Then, you felt a chill in the air, and noticed the window was open, and Wesley’s attention was on the open window, which you could’ve sworn was shut when you put him to bed, but you did notice that Wesley’s tiny eyes staring at it as if something was there.

Setting him crib, when he finally returned to sleep, you put a blanket over him, a gift from Billy Black that Jacob gave you. You walked over to the window, shutting it instantly and locking it, then went out of the room, shutting the door, but not all the way closed, keeping it cracked open.

The front door opened, and in came Nate, setting his coat on the couch, and his car keys on a side table.

“‘Bout time you came home. What is it now, close to midnight?” You walked over crossing your arms.

Nate sighed heavily, his eyes closed, as he slouched, gripping the couch, “I don’t need a lecture, Y/n. I just got home, and I’m tired.”

You stared at him angry and annoyed, “Really? Because clearly you do!” Your voiced raised as you began to walk over to him, “I’m tired too, but I’m trying to push forward, and take care of Wesley, your son.”

His eyes looked up at you, tired and saddened, “I know, and I— I’m trying, but I never expected to do this without her. I keep drinking to forget, and all I’m doing is hurting myself, you, and Wesley.”

You wrapped your arms around him, tearing up in frustration, “I swear, Nate, I’ll kill you if you don’t stop. I swear it.”

He nods, hugging you back, “I promise, I’ll help with Wesley. I’m tired of drowning in this grief, and I think you are too.”

You both held each other for what felt like eternity, not wanting to let go of each other. The two of you only had each other now, and Wesley. Your parents gone, and now Lisa, will this grief never end?

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a/n: so…. i killed somebody… and uh, more trauma for her and bad writing from me, yay.

[cindy-ella]

act 1 - pt.2 New Boys in Town?

summary: after meeting edward for a brief moment, strange things started happening. weird dreams, emily, sam, and his boys seemed on edge, and jacob, who you weren’t close with, started coming over to your brothers place a lot, like everyday it seemed. then, at school, you were tasked with showing two new students around, when you didn’t even know the damn place that well!

warnings: blood, nightmares, damon and klaus

a/n: hey…

pt.1 — pt.3

“You sure we have to do this? I mean, she’s a witch. She can handle herself against him, right?” A man with black hair said to with an annoying long sigh, to the man beside him.

The other man with brown glared at him, “Yes, because if Klaus is after her, it’s for a reason, and I’m not waiting to find out why, Damon. She doesn’t even know what she is.”

That made Damon roll his eyes, not caring at all about anything he just heard, “Always so dramatic, brother, and for what? Over one girl? The last thing I think we need is another Kathrine and Elena situation, just saying, Stefan.”

Stefan’s jaw clenched, irritated at his brother, he definitely was about to start a fight if Damon didn’t shut up, “Look, be nice, she’ll show us around, we’ll get to her know, and why Klaus wants her, simple.”

“Yeah, simple.” Damon said sarcastically, with his signature smirk, “When do we start?”

Tears ran down your eyes as a hand squeezed around your neck, which was definitely going to leave bruises.

The scent of blood filled the air as it covered the ground, and tree trunks, your parents, Nate, Lisa, your friends, all their bodies either separated from their heads, or drained of blood with a bite mark on their necks, as blood gushed out of the wound, splatters of their blood landing on the leaves and grass.

The man, who had been choking your neck, smirked, his fangs baring out, “Shh, love, it’ll all be over soon.” And then let out a loud growl, his eye’s turning black and golden brown as he tilted your neck so quick that you barely felt his teeth bite deep into neck, making you scream out in pain—

—You gasped up, your body shaking as you instantly sat up, trying to catch your breath. Slowly, you got up, going to your mirror, checking your neck as if the pain was still there. Suddenly, a knock was at your bedroom door, breaking you out of thought.

“Y/n? Breakfast is ready if you’re hungry.” It was Lisa, her voice soft and tired, “Oh, and Jacob’s here too.”

You heard her footsteps leave, and once you knew she was gone, you let out a heavy sigh, one you didn’t know you were carrying. Your hand went to your forehead, as if trying to bring yourself back to reality or tell yourself that it was only a dream.

“What a fucking nightmare…” you scoffed out, finally collecting yourself, and got ready.

Finally, you went out of your room, closing the door behind, and walked down the hall to where the living room and kitchen connected. You saw Nate and Lisa talking happily, and Jacob sat the kitchen island, next to an untouched glass of water.

As if sensing you, Jacob turned his head, giving you a small smile, “Hey, Y/n. Nate said I could take you over to school, if that’s okay with you?”

You nodded, gazing at Nate, before your eyes met Jacob’s again, “Yeah, it’s fine. I’m not hungry, so we can go now.”

Lisa and Nate both gave you a concerned look as you waved bye and left with Jacob.

“Okay, that boy is definitely into my sister.” Nate says protectively, but also to change the small tension.

That made Lisa scoff, hitting her husband’s arm, making him chuckle at his wife, rubbing his arm.

At school, you were sitting next to Angela, trying to focus on what your biology teacher was saying and writing notes.

She began to nudge your arm gently, making you turn your head, annoyed and confused, “What?” You whispered quietly, trying not to gain attention.

“Don’t look now, but Edward Cullen has been staring through your head since class started.” Angela whispered back with a teasing smile that made you roll your eyes. This girl seemed to have a fixation with trying to get you with someone. It was annoying, but sometimes it made you laugh.

“Y/n L/n, please come to the front office.” An older female voice rang throughout the school, making you confused and causing everyone else in class to stare at you. Angela gave you a pity look as you left with your backpack, and you noticed that Edward’s eyes were following your every step, sending a chill down your spine, and not in a good way.

As you walked down the hall, you went into the front office and saw two guys, one with brown hair and the other with black hair, both pair of eyes instantly on you.

“Y/n, this is Damon and Stefan Salvatore. Can you show the new students around? I’m sure you know the place well enough already.” The receptionist said, giving a tight smile as you walked out, both guys following you out.

You turned to them, noticing their piercing eyes, never leaving yours, “I’m Y/n, and I’ll show where your classes will be and anything else you want to know about the school. Even if I don’t know this place that well.”

Damon chuckled, taking a step closer, “I’ll think we’ll fine, since we already know enough about you.” That made his brother glare daggers into his head.

“What my brother meant is that we heard about you around town, and the principal told us about you too. That you’re also new.” Stefan said quickly, trying to make things less awkward and weird.

You nodded, ignoring the awkwardness, “It’s fine. Did the principal give you your classes?”

Stefan gave you a paper, and you took it, looking down at it and noticed something instantly. They had the same classes as you. Every. Single. One. It made things easy, sure, but also, it was weird, very weird, but whatever.

You began leading them to every class, their lockers, gym, bathrooms, and cafeteria, trying to make things quick and easy. Damon and Stefan seemed more focused on you, well mostly Stefan, Damon seemed more annoyed and less interested, not really paying attention, if anything.

“Well, that’s everything. I think? Are there any questions after this wonderful tour.” You asked sarcastically, really hoping they didn’t, exhausted from talking so much already.

Damon laughed, hearing the sarcasm in your voice, “No, unfortunately, we don’t.”

Stefan rolled his eyes at Damon, but his face changed when he looked at you with a smile, “Thank you for the tour, Y/n. I hope I see you soon.”

You gave a short smile back, not saying anything, but waved goodbye, which probably wasn’t the best thing to do, but what else were you supposed to do but go to your next class. Oh, wait, that’s right, they were probably following you right now.

Not in a weird way, no, just that you now remember that everything class they had was the same as yours.

Two strange men and blond hair woman walked down Port Angeles, definitely not from around the area.

The three of them walk into a familiar local library and look around as if looking for something or someone, not at all interested in the books.

“I don’t see any witches, brother.” The blonde haired woman said, annoyed, making her brother, the one with dark blonde hair, roll his eyes, already losing his patience.

“She should be her, Rebekah, we just need to be patient, or I can kill everyone here, and we can leave early.”

Rebekah stared at her brother like he was crazy, which he was, definitely, “Or we can ask someone. Excuse me, do you know where Y/n L/n is? We’re old friends of hers.” She asks an older lady walking past them.

The older lady looked up, looking at the three of them, “Oh, yes, Y/n. Nice girl. She works here, hasn’t come for two days, but I can let her know you stopped by.” She says softly, already walking away slowly.

“Well, that was helpful. Now we know she works here.” Rebekah said, proud of herself, as she turned to her brothers, “I guess we can wait and see if she comes then, Klaus.”

Klaus glared at her, already very irritated, and on the verge of snapping, “Did you not hear that lady? She hasn’t come here in two days, what makes you think she’ll come today? Hm?!”

Rebekah flinched, taking a slow step back. Her other brother, Elijah, came in front of her, to her defense.

“Calm yourself, Niklaus. Don’t want to cause a scene.” Elijah spoke sternly, his hand raised, trying to reason with his brother, “We’ll find her another way, ask around, find her friends and family, and we will get what we came here for.”

Klaus looked at his brother, just staring. He didn’t want to admit his brother was right. They could find another way to find. It couldn’t be that hard. It was a small place, and they just needed to ask the right people. He didn’t say anything, just began to walk back outside, Rebekah and Elijah gave each other a look and went out after him.

“Y/n!”

“Y/n, please save us!”

You sat up instantly, screaming out, your chest heaving, as your eyes darted around your surroundings. It was another nightmare. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away with a few sniffles.

Suddenly, the door opened, revealing Nate who looked at you confused and mostly concerned. You probably woke up Lisa too, but she most likely didn’t want to bug you, letting your brother go.

“Y/n, you okay? Heard you screamin’.” He said, walking over and sitting at the edge of the bed.

You begin to nod, just pretending to act like everything was fine, but it wasn’t. It was obvious that it was, and as you nodded, you began shaking your head, tears finally falling from your eyes, “No, no, I’m not okay, Nate. I miss them. I miss them so much…”

Nate hugs you, trying to soothe you, “I know, I miss mom and dad too.” His voice cracked, as if trying not to cry. You know it must be hard for him, their parents dying, then he became her legal guardian along with Lisa. It was hard for both of you, but you both had each other, Lisa, and your friends luckily, keeping you two grounded. His eyes also began to fill with tears as he held you tightly against.

After what seemed like forever, he let you go as you calmed down, lying back down in bed, with Nate saying good night and finally leaving your room. You stared up the ceiling, your eyes darting around again as if you were looking for something. Your eyes began to close as sleep took over, not noticing a figure watching you from your bedroom window.

It was finally the end of the day on a Friday and a week since you met the Salvatore brothers.

You, Jessica, and Angela were walking out together, talking about the winter party that had just been announced. You laughed at something Jessica said when Damon Salvatore came right in front of the three of you. He had his sunglasses on, with his hands in his leather jacket, and that stupid signature smirk that you grew to hate every time he talked to you.

Stefan was nice, a bit weird sometimes, but nice all the same. He’d sit next to you in history, which he was incredibly good at. Making you both impressed and a little jealous. There was that one time you hurt your arm. A bit of blood came from the wound, and it was in front of Stefan. He was completely frozen and his eyes were filled with thirst, like he hadn’t drank in years, which he hadn’t, and it was like he disappeared, not coming back to school since that incident a few days ago.

“There’s the pretty gal I’ve been waiting.” Damon teased, looking down at you. Your arms were crossed as you rolled your eyes. You may not see he eyes, but you know damn well he has a smug look in them behind those glasses.

Jessica and Angela, especially Angela, giggled at each, and you turned to glare at them which they pretended not to do anything, “We’ll leave you and your boyfriend alone~” Angela singed as both girls walked away, leaving you alone with Damon

“He’s not my boyfriend!” You shouted out to them, “and neither is Edward!”

Damon laughed, the smirk still on his face as you turned back to him. “Ouch. Right at my heart!”

“Oh, so you do have a heart?” You retorted back, making Damon laugh even more.

You froze, feeling like someone was behind you, and you were right, when you heard that same voice from the library, “Is something wrong here?”

Turning around once more, you saw Edward with his (adopted) sister Alice and her boyfriend, Jasper.

You actually liked Alice. Even if she was a little weird, she was nice, sometimes too nice. You two weren’t exactly close, nor friends, but you talked in your art class. Jasper never talked, well, he did, but it was a miracle if he did. Always stiff and staying close to Alice.

Edward, ah yes, you heard that name a few times when you moved here. Not just him, but the rest of the Cullen family. Chief Swan told about his daughter and Edward and how her whole life revolved around Edward. Sam and his pack, as you like to call them now, definitely don’t seem to like the Cullen’s, and you can never figure out why? But one thing for sure is that ever since you met him that day at your job, he’s always watching you, being one of the few watching you sleep.

Damon looked up at Edward and took his glasses off, squinting, “I’m sorry, not, but who are you?”

Edward gave him a quick glare and a fake smile, “Edward, Edward Cullen.” He paused, gazing at you, before looking at Damon again, “and you’re Damon, right? New here with your brother?”

That made Damon scoff, but covered it with a fake cough, “Right, Eddard Collan—.”

“Edward Cullen.” Edward cut off Damon, correcting him instantly.

Damon glared at him (seems a lot of that glaring going around) and gave him that signature smirk, “That’s what I said.”

You rolled your eyes at both of them, “Okay, this short back forth, got annoying fast. Can I just go home now? My brother will be wondering where I am.”

“I’ll take you home.” Both Damon and Edward said at the same time, making Alice giggle in amusement but hid it behind her hand.

Now, well, now you were just more annoyed, “I— I’m just going to walk home. I need to work on my cardio anyway.” You mumbled the last line to yourself, all of them hearing you anyway (super hearing), and you began walking down the street.

Damon watched with a laugh while Edward watched with concern. Then, Alice froze, her brows furrowed, and her eyes confused. Jasper and Edward noticed instantly when Alice’s eyes blinked rapidly, as if he was coming back to reality, and she looked directly at where you left. Damon just looked at them like they were crazy.

taglist - @katherinep

a/n: y’all are going to hate in the future with the fic if you don’t hate me already.

[cindy-ella]

act 1 - pt.1 Vampires, Werewolves, and… Witches?! oh my…

summary: after edward left and broke up with bella, she left forks to live with her mom back in jacksonville. jacob was heartbroken when she left, blaming the cullens. then, a new girl joined forks high school, moving from new york, to small town. jacob met her once through emily, and imprinted on her. When one day, unfortunately for jacob and the rest of the pack, the cullens came back to forks, and it also seems not just jacob has taking a liking to her, also the vampire he hates most, edward cullen.

warnings: nothing really, just bad pov switching and terrible writing by me

a/n: its hoa hoa hoa season. the summary fcking sucks, and this part might be short. also there’s a crossover with tvd…

pt.2

Y/n L/n, another new girl in Forks. Though she’s much different than the last one. She doesn’t breathe loudly every second, or blink like she’s possessed.

Everyone in Forks, knew she was coming, small town word spreads fast, and knew that she was a city girl, key word on was.

She was now moving in with her older brother, after their parents died in a tragic accident, and also with his four months pregnant wife, Lisa. Even if she didn’t act like a city girl, moving from big city to small town was definitely a drastic change, and especially after both of her parents dying.

Nate, her brother, just picked her up from the airport, and was driving her back to his place. There was awkward silence as he kept his eyes on the road, occasionally looking at his little sister from the review mirror.

Y/n sat in the back seat, listening to music in one ear, with her forehead against the cold, backseat window, staring at nothing but the cloud covered sky and giant trees that seemed to go on forever.

“So, Y/n, I know all this isn’t ideal, but Lisa set up the guest room for you.” Nate says slowly, trying to break the silence, “There’s a bed, a desk, and you can decorate it however you’d like. And I also, I applied you for the high school here, it’s nice. Hopefully you make new friends.

She looked up, leaning off the window, “Thanks, I’ll tell Lisa thanks too.”

Nate nods, before focusing on driving again, as the silence returned in the car.

After the weekend, it was your first day in forks high, yay, new school. Where you in absolutely no one.

Nate drove you over, since you didn’t have a car yet, and you stepped out, and once you did, all the kids seem to stare at you like you were some kind of alien, or like you grew a horns on your head.

“Y/n, Lisa will pick you up after school. I got a meeting, so I won’t be home till later tonight.” Nate said, as you grabbed your backpack.

You nodded, saying bye, and shut the passenger door.

Going into the school, the other students continued to staring at you , when suddenly a girl, who seemed to have to much energy, came beside you.

“Hi! You’re… Y/n right? I’m Jessica, by the way.” She says excitedly, her hair bouncing every time she talked when her head turned.

You nodded, “Cool. I’m Y/n— but you already knew that.” You said awkwardly, scoffing at yourself. Great, now this girl, Jessica, will think you’re weird. “Um, you’re pretty quiet. Aren’t people from New York supposed to be like, really loud?” Jessica laughs, but it seemed fake. You nod again, as if it was your natural response, “Yeah, that’s probably why I was kicked out… because I was quiet…”

Jessica laughs, “You’re so funny. Hey, find me in the cafeteria, I’ll introduce you to my friends.”

“That sounds nice, actually. Thanks.” You said with a quick smile. It’ll be nice right, trying to make new friends after moving… and after everything really.

Both girls continue to talk the rest of the day, and you met Jessica’s friends, and they all seemed nice, especially Angela and Eric, who were a couple, and it also seemed you were starting to come out of your shell a bit, talking more, and smiling a bit more, even if they were small.

Finally, after school, you said bye to your new friends, or acquaintances? When Lisa’s car pulled up, and motioned for you to get in, which you did, setting your backpack by your feet.

“Hey, so, how was your first day?” Lisa said already driving.

“It was decent. Made some friends.” You said quietly, “How’s my future nephew or niece?”

Lisa chuckled, “They’re doing great, my friend Emily has been helping me with the baby’s room, her and her husband, actually. She’s still at the house. I think you’d like her.”

You nodded, holding your hands together, “She sounds nice already.”

Then, silence fell through the car which seems to happen a lot, besides the car radio still being play at low volume.

It’s been about close to two months, the fall turning into winter as the town of Forks was now covered in snow.

You got used to the small town, coming out of that quiet, nervous shell when you moved, even getting much closer to your now friend group, and finally opening up to your brother and Lisa. Life has been getting better, but it’s been a slow process. You also got a job at the local library and a small diner where you met Chief Swan, who always gave you extra tips. Two simple jobs.

Now, you were at Emily’s place. Lisa dropped you off, her pregnancy now definitely showing more.

You two were talking about really whatever came to mind, and the small baby shower you were planning with Emily for Lisa, when the door opened and it was Sam, with a pack of boys? Well, not a pack, like a bunch, but just three of them.

One was close to Sam’s height, another was short and skinny, and the one that caught your eye was already staring at you with his arms crossed.

Sam kissed Emily, then her scar, holding her waist in one arm, “Hey, Y/n. Em said you coming over.”

You gave a short smile, setting your face against your hand, “Yeah, we’re just talking. Also, who are they?” You motioned by looking at the three boys, Sam already seeming to expect the question.

“This is Paul, Embry, and Jacob. They’re close to your age.” He responds, keeping his eyes on the one who you now know is Jacob, who is still staring at you, “We just came to stop by. Tell Nick and Lisa I said hi.”

You nod, smiling, “Will do, Sam.”

Sam smiled back, and kissed Emily again who let out a small laugh. It was quite fun watching the couple since they were both cute together. The four of them left, with Jacob lingering for a few seconds before he also finally went out the door, your eyes following his each step.

“Well, Jacob seems interesting, and also seems to have a staring problem.” You say sarcastically, turning to Emily who laughed shaking her head, “I think he’s interested in you.”

You perked up, your eyes a bit wide, “I don’t think him staring at me meant…that, right?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” She’s said back, teasingly.

You rolled your eyes, then your eyes gazed up at the clock and realized you’d be late to your shift at the library. You quickly gathered your bag and jacket, Emily staring at you in confusion, but you froze, realizing how were you going to get there.

“Hey, Em, can you drive me to the library?” You say hesitantly, but your tone pleading. Luckily, Emily shook her head, saying it wasn’t a problem and grabbed her car keys.

You were at the library, your job, on time thanks to Emily.

Now, you were doing your job, organizing books back to there right shelves, and helping a few people here and there find whatever they needed. You were now on a technicality short break at the front desk, since your coworker left early, luckily it wasn’t a busy day, which was usually never the case, since, you know, it was a small town. A book was in your hand, this weird story, based off of history apparently about this family, the Mikelsons. It was interesting, but also sad, you felt bad for the kids, and especially Niklaus Mikelson. If only you knew.

Suddenly a voice caught your attention making you look up from the book, seeing a man, black eyes, brown hair, the attractive type.

“Hi, I’m Edward Cullen. Me and my family just moved back.” He paused, clearing his throat, “Sorry, that was weird for me to say, but I’m trying to look for a book.”

You nod, closing the book you were reading with a book mark, “Which book? I can search it up for you.”

“Quileute Legends.” He spoke almost quickly as you typed it in the computer not finding it.

“I’m sorry, but it seems we don’t have it. I do know a book store that sells it, if you’d like to go over there?”

Edward sighs, seeming not irritated, but disappointed?

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

You took a post note, writing the store and address down at Port Angeles, and as you handed it to him, his fingers brushed against yours making you gasp quietly at how cold he felt, but you quickly tried to recover, and didn’t say anything, just nodded when he said thank you and finally left…

a/n: this part one might be so bad…

[cindy-ella]

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