The manipulator
Crashing sound of bags with the wooden floor of the boarding house lasts about three second, echoing all over the high ceilings just before her voice over powers all that is audible to me as a vampire. “You left me!”
“I didn’t realize I was back to babysitting you. You should put #Stefan up to the task. He is more reliable than a bipolar maniac.“ The ear to ear smile is just a simple tool of distraction enough for me to kill the distance between my body and the table where my collection of booze rests. I don’t know when but somehow #Tia has ended up being just as much as a pain as that little weak mutt they call my younger brother.
“You left town the very night I came back!” The unnecessary loud voice, leaving her throat, makes me shake my head in disapproval.
“So you decided to track me and my girlfriend down all the way across the country!” I say, pouring myself a glass full of the liquid gold. “Way to go, sister…I’m /so/ proud. It was real mature of you!” If the sarcasm not vivid on my features then I don’t know what is.
It was not less than a fortnight ago that my long lost family decided we needed to spend Christmas together and they all ended up at my door. Who does that? At least send me an email if you’re going to crash at my place!
“You need to fix her!” Who seems to be an angry #Tia shouts.
The fineness of the glass between my grip is felt with the simple touch of my skin around the rim of it ”Or…?” An aware brow raises, I know the odds are in my favor.
“Or I’ll tell #Stefan what happened to Daddy! “ She pouts, trying to suppress a giggle, feigned or not.
I can’t help but to let the laughter out. Shaking my head as the series of chuckles emerge. “You’re delusional!” The glass is raised to my lips for an unhealthy sip which stops my laugher for a few seconds before it picks up.
“I kid you not, Damon! “ She warns me as though her child’s play would affect me.
I place the empty glass down. Everything would be better if I had gone for the bottle!
Voices around me become of essential matter, trying to find out who is where and doing what. We feel no less than humans…In cases we in fact feel deeper. After I have made sure no one is ease dropping, I reach her, my little sister. The progeny I brought up against all the odds.
She was leaning against the counter just as I got to her. Four fingers hold her chin and a thumb supports the act as I whisper “I taught you better than that, little one….The next time you speak of an empty threat will be the last time you ever speak. “ each word is expressed so calmly and clearly that it carries an almost scary tone.
“I’ll tell him” she whispers back just as lowly.
“Well then maybe I’ll tell your twin sister everything that went down at our castle…All the truth and nothing less. How would that make her feel? Poor little dove would be so broken!” My hand advances up to her cheek where they caress her flushed skin. Now red from anger.
“Well maybe I’ll tell #Katherine /my/ life story.” At the mention of her name, I let go of #Tia. Even I know some limits to my words…She seems to have forgotten that.
“Maybe I’ll tell her what happened to me…With a small change in names of course. You know how facts get all foggy after five centuries…” She laughs. Almost psychotically. “I mean…all you have done as a vampire is hot in her eyes…In your own twisted way that no one else seems to understand but as a mortal…Her sweet Damon hurting a little girl…” her hand caresses my cheek the way I just did hers. “ It will drive her right back into #Stefan’s arms…”
Sound of a third party arriving at our door distracts both of us. The clicking only /her/ expensive heel would bring nears us by the second. Like the she devil says herself…There are two things a vampire appreciates the most: first being one and second the privileges that come with.
The very privileges which warn me to take a step back.
Finally the frame shows up, ending the little staring contest #Tia and I were having with a dramatic entrance. She has chosen a dark color to match her soul. Isn’t she adorable?
“I was going to snap your neck for standing me up…” Arms folded over her chest, #Katherine gives my little sister a look up and down with a disgusted face. “But seeing as you had your hands filled with Gilbert level fashion sense…” Rolling the sepia hues, she faces me. “You’re excused. Chop-chop, cupcake. We have work to do. “
“Um…actually” #Tia’s voice cuts #Katherine’s movement. “Damon and I are going for a hunt tonight so…”
#Katherine raises her left brow with a questioning look the same instance my hand rubs at the back of my head. “Yeah…we are” Clenched jaws address my sister as Katherine lets out a sarcastic chuckle.
“Your loss, Salvatore” she announces before taking her leave.
“Pick me up at eight?” the little one smiles, attempting to leave the kitchen. My fingers wrap around her wrist stopping the movement. Seconds after I hear the boarding house’s door close, I grab the knife. Letting go of her hand only to stab into the counter’s top.
The steal rips through flesh and about a few veins; the sound of it tearing the skin apart before reaching the wood would make any mortal weak in the knee. My palm closes around the knife into a fist and twists it inside her wrist.
“Threaten me one more time…Go on…I dare you”
The shaky breaths that she takes, touches my face though she doesn’t show a sign of weakness. No fear. Just the mere pain penetrated her flesh. “Turns out I know more about you than you do about me, sister.”
Distraction…heavy steps, the smell of fresh mortal blood. #Stefan is near.
With a swift movement I pull out the knife and her blood splashes out. The torn vein out of her skin is soon replaced. She holds her wrist, giving me a look of disbelief. “You left me in a town I know nothing about…” she finally says. Frowning with the saddened look lowered to her feet.
“You left me first, remember?”