TVD Season 1 Episode 1...fitting Lee in. This is going to be long and done in multiple parts. Triggers if needed will be marked. If you want to be added to a ramble tag list let me know.
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“I shouldn’t have come home. I know the risks.”-- Stefan Salvatore
Lee rolled her neck as she placed a few notebooks, her sketchbook, and a few pens into her satchel--the one she’d had since was a teen, a gift from her aunt she’d never been able to part with. She glanced up at the ceiling hearing Stefan’s footsteps on the roof to watch the sun finish rising. A sigh left her lips, why had she agreed to this? Well, she knew why and it wasn’t for Stefan’s benefit. She was roughly 160 years old and about to enroll herself in a Small Town America High School. It was ridiculous. But it kept her close to the doppelganger, that’s what mattered.
Subconsciously her thumb started to play with the band of her daylight ring which rested on her left hand, in 145 years she had never taken it off. Shaking her head to break out of her thoughts she moved toward her closet to get dressed. Lee scanned through her options, To be me or be who society thinks I should be? It was a debate she hadn’t had in a long time. To make this work she couldn’t disturb the waters between her and her brothers too much. A short laugh left her lips, that was a joke. The three couldn’t be in the same room without starting something. As it was right now, it was just two of them. With that thought in mind Lee grabbed an outfit that would be her.
White wash skinny jeans that weren’t too tight to show her tuck, a maroon and white hooded baseball tee that had a pocket on the left chest, her maroon chucks, and a black leather jacket Katherine had given her a few years back. She finished the look with a black watch and her aviators. One more look in the mirror and she was picking up her burner phone with one hand--something she would hide once Damon showed himself, Stefan would never go through her things but Damon would-- and slipped her satchel over her shoulder.
Text [To My Heart]: I’m apparently going back to high school. Be thankful I love you.
She put the phone into her back pocket and headed down the stairs. She knew Stefan would already be off. His stalker-like tendencies being on overdrive since the ‘animal attack’ last night after Lee had arrived. She ignored Zack and headed to the garage, she wasn’t going to run to the school. Any chance to drive her precious Mach 1 was taken. She started the car and headed off.
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Stefan met her in the parking lot. Lee locked the car, glancing at her brother, her own sunglasses covering her eyes. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” Lee stated. Stefan didn’t answer, just nodded before he turned to walk through the crowd of students covering the lawn reconnecting after a summer away. She moved into step beside him, she knew they stood out; leather jackets, both well built and confident in their strides, the aurora of not giving a fuck rolling off them both.
They finally found their way to the admissions office, standing shoulder to shoulder. Stefan handed over the file that was supposed to hold all they needed but Lee knew was missing more than a few things. She wondered which of the two would compel the woman. Stefan could but where all he drank was Bambi and Co blood who knew how long it would last. Lee sighs, she’s ready to make the move when a conversation behind them stops her. The hairs on the back of her neck stand up, not how they normally would but it’s enough to let her know the doppelganger is behind her.
“Hold up. Who’s this?” The first female says, not the voice Lee is expecting.
“All I see is backs.” Now there’s the voice she was expecting--it’s not as sensual, dipped in honey and whisky. But she knows it. Lee’s teeth grind together. She wants to look, but knows she shouldn’t.
“They’re hot backs.” The first voice says again. Lee smirks.
The doppelganger chuckles, again so different than the one she knows like the back of her own hand. The secretary’s voice brings her back to what’s in front of her, saying exactly what she knew was coming. “Your records are incomplete. You’re both missing immunization records and we do insist on transcripts.” Lee glances at Stefan out of the corner of her eye. The last transcripts she had were college one's back in the 1980’s. She hadn’t done high school since the late 70’s and that was only to get into Yale. Their art programs the top in the country. Katherine had refused to let her pay the tuition and had done it herself.
Thoughts of the past make her miss her chance, Stefan is taking his sunglasses off, “Please look again,” Lee adjusts her satchel hoping Stefan can do this right. “I’m sure everything you need for both of us is there.” Lee chews the inside of her lower lip, her free hand moving to remove her sunglasses just in case.
The secretary looks back down, “Well, you’re right.” Lee tucks her sunglasses into the collar of her shirt as the woman looks back up at her brother. “So it is.” Stefan-1, Humanity-0. Again, Lee is pulled back to the two behind them.
“I’m sensing Seattle.” Wrong. “And he plays the guitar.” Lee tries not to laugh. The only musically inclined Salvatore is her, piano and guitar.
The doppelganger scoffs, “You’re really going to run this whole Psychic thing into the ground, huh?” Psychic? Hm, Bennett witch. At one point Sheila mentioned having a granddaughter. Bennett witch, doppelganger, two of three Salvatore’s? Guess it’s true what they say, history is just a cycle.
“Pretty much.” The young Bennett says without shame, both laughing. So maybe she doesn’t know how powerful she could be.
Something grabs the doppelgangers attention elsewhere, “I’ll be right back.” Lee hears her walk away with a sigh of disappointment. Interesting.
“Please be hot, just one of you.” The young Bennett says. Internally, Lee is laughing. Images of the youngest Bennett dying at the hands of Katherine for even saying that. The secretary handed them their schedules and locker assignments.
“Thank you,” Stefan, ever the polite one, says. As they turn to go, Lee glances over at her brother’s schedule. Seems they have all but one class together--Lee has art and Stefan a creative writing course. That works.
“You’re welcome,” The secretary says even though they are both already walking out. Lee checks the young Bennett out with a wink. Definitely a Bennett. The poor teen looks at them both in shock, maybe a little awe, and Lee can see the blush tinting her cheeks from the wink directed at her. But the younger of the two doesn’t say a word, keeping pace with Stefan as they turn the corner.
“Don’t,” Stefan warns only loud enough for her to hear.
“I didn’t do anything,” Lee smirks, she feels the witch following them and the eyes of other students landing on them as they go. A certain blonde turns to watch them as they pass. The smile the teen gets after roaming her eyes over both of them...it’s truly a good thing Katherine isn’t there.
Just as they go to pass the bathroom a rush of long brunette hair runs into Stefan, the hairs on the back of Lee’s neck are standing again and she doesn’t even need to look who it is. Lee side steps to avoid the collision. “Uh, pardon me,” Stefan says slightly breathless. Lee raises a brow watching how this will go down. The way the two look at each other tells her this is truly the beginning of history repeating itself. The doppelganger seems speechless, so unlike Katherine who’s ready with quick wit. Well this is awkward.
“Um..” Really, Stef? Lee’s brow goes higher. 145 years and he’s still a clueless puppy when put in front of a pretty woman-- or at least one that looks like the woman who changed them. His eyes danced over to the door the teen just walked out of, “Is this the men’s room?” Seriously?! Lee wants to facepalm.
It takes the brunette a moment to refocus, “Yes. Um…” She shakes her head slightly, “I was just--um--I was just---” Lee silently chuckles. Oh this is priceless. “It’s a long story.” She finally concludes, a helpless half laugh on her lips.
Stefan gives her a small smile as he moves to try and walk into the bathroom, the doppelganger moving in the same direction. She chuckles as they do it once more, “Just…” Lee grabs Stefan’s shoulders, moving him to be angled sideways so she can pass.
The teen glances at her with shy eyes, “Thank you.”
“Yep,” Lee says, popping the p and giving her a charming half smile. Stefan’s eyes don’t leave the girl as she moves past. He steps away from his sister, acting as if he’s going to step into the bathroom but stops to turn back to watch her walk away.
“Oh for the love of,” Lee smacks Stefan’s arm. “Don’t be a creeper.” She glances at the girl just as she turns around to look back at them--to Stefan-- as she turns the corner into another hall.
This is going to be a long day.