Chapter 1: The wind was beating hard against the hotel room window. She placed her hand on it, immersing herself in the rhythm created with the wind. Her eyes seemed to smile discreetly, but no other emotion was betrayed upon her face. Every movement she made seemed to be thought out; everything she saw had a purpose. For, Felicity Maleficent Black was far from a normal young woman. Fee, as she was called, had been roaming the planet for many years, now. Decades, centuries; perhaps. And ever since her best friend, the girl who really understood her and who had always been there for her had been taken away from her, she wanted revenge. On the fools who had taken her away, on the idiot who had gave her in and if circumstances allowed it, on the brother of the idiot. Kat and Fee had been sisters, soul sisters, which had been a secret joke from the beginning. Both girls had been born under the star sign, Gemini the Twins. The same day, same month, same year. They were born around the same time as well. Katherine Pierce...her greatest friend, the person she cared the most about...gone. The story was always too tragic to recall, but Fee knew she wanted revenge. Revenge for herself and Katherine. Fee had stayed low for several years, ever since that fateful day in 1864. But that didn't keep her from receiving her necessities. She still drank human blood- completely draining the life out of them almost thrice times a day. She needed the strength. For ever since Katherine was taken away, she had been searching. Searching for a sign, for the moment she could pounce, for the moment she found a trace of Salvatore. Stefan Salvatore was the one she wanted the most. Whenever she thought of him, she felt a surge of anger rush through her blood. She wanted to kill him, she would kill him. Fee was far from an "ordinary" vampire. She did things, horrid things, things that were far more painful than driving a stake through other vampires. And she would inflict her worst on Stefan and if that brother got in the way, she would have to rid him to. She remembered how close the two once were and she wasn't sure if that was the case anymore. But the older one better not try and save Stefan, otherwise it would end get quite badly for him. Fee tossed her golden curls absently behind her shoulders as the hotel phone rang. She picked it up.
"Hello?" she said; her voice a far off tone, with its seductive French accent.
"You have a visitor, madam. Mr. George Smith." Fee sighed, and murmured what sounded like a witch's incantation to herself.
"Yes, send him up. Thank you," she said, putting the phone into the receiver. She grabbed her knife which she often kept with her, in case she has the need to stake. She placed in a small pouch, which she carried around constantly. There was a knock on the door and she swung it open, frowning at the small man, quivering under her beautiful, yet commanding presence.
"Well? Any news of the Salvatores. Where they are? You are sure they are in Virginia." George looked up at the woman he was forced to serve after almost being killed by her some centuries ago. He hated her, but he would dare not betray her. Truly, he might as well as be human, seeing he really didn't feel like a real vampire.
"Er...yes. I think I know the town."
"And," Fee prompted impatiently. Her green eyes flashed in warning and George didn't hesitate to give an answer.
"Mystic Falls." Fee lips curved slightly at the ends. Of course, the famous town itself. How stupid had she been, not to see it? And how stupid the boys had been to go back to the place where the most horrific of events occurred.
"I see. Are both of them there? Both Damon and Stefan?"
"Yes. There's this girl..." his voice trailed. Fee turned around sharply.
"A girl? Who?"
"Katherine...no not Katherine. But she looks exactly like Katherine. And I mean precisely. I thought it was Katherine. Anyone would."
"C'est impossible! Non! Non!" Fee snapped in French. She searched George's eyes for deception and found none. "Comment t'appelle-t-elle?"
"Er...Ella, no...Was it Lanie?" George said, crossing his fingers that Fee had asked what her name was. His French was faulty and he often had to inference when she spoke in it.
"Well we shall find out," Fee murmured, calming herself. But now curiosity was mixing with her initial anger. Who was this dead- ringer for Katherine? "How is the significant other than the fact that she looks like Katherine?"
"Well she and the Stefan boy...he's in love with her."
"Ah," Fee thought what an interesting piece of information. This girl would be vital to getting to Stefan. "So I didn't realize he demanded love for girls who look like his former lover." She laughed, but there was no warmth. "You have done well George, you may be dismissed.” George left quickly, leaving Fee's scheming to herself. She turned back to the heavy rain hitting the window, feeling rather elated with satisfaction which she hadn't felt for a rather long time.
"Hello?" she said; her voice a far off tone, with its seductive French accent.
"You have a visitor, madam. Mr. George Smith." Fee sighed, and murmured what sounded like a witch's incantation to herself.
"Yes, send him up. Thank you," she said, putting the phone into the receiver. She grabbed her knife which she often kept with her, in case she has the need to stake. She placed in a small pouch, which she carried around constantly. There was a knock on the door and she swung it open, frowning at the small man, quivering under her beautiful, yet commanding presence.
"Well? Any news of the Salvatores. Where they are? You are sure they are in Virginia." George looked up at the woman he was forced to serve after almost being killed by her some centuries ago. He hated her, but he would dare not betray her. Truly, he might as well as be human, seeing he really didn't feel like a real vampire.
"Er...yes. I think I know the town."
"And," Fee prompted impatiently. Her green eyes flashed in warning and George didn't hesitate to give an answer.
"Mystic Falls." Fee lips curved slightly at the ends. Of course, the famous town itself. How stupid had she been, not to see it? And how stupid the boys had been to go back to the place where the most horrific of events occurred.
"I see. Are both of them there? Both Damon and Stefan?"
"Yes. There's this girl..." his voice trailed. Fee turned around sharply.
"A girl? Who?"
"Katherine...no not Katherine. But she looks exactly like Katherine. And I mean precisely. I thought it was Katherine. Anyone would."
"C'est impossible! Non! Non!" Fee snapped in French. She searched George's eyes for deception and found none. "Comment t'appelle-t-elle?"
"Er...Ella, no...Was it Lanie?" George said, crossing his fingers that Fee had asked what her name was. His French was faulty and he often had to inference when she spoke in it.
"Well we shall find out," Fee murmured, calming herself. But now curiosity was mixing with her initial anger. Who was this dead- ringer for Katherine? "How is the significant other than the fact that she looks like Katherine?"
"Well she and the Stefan boy...he's in love with her."
"Ah," Fee thought what an interesting piece of information. This girl would be vital to getting to Stefan. "So I didn't realize he demanded love for girls who look like his former lover." She laughed, but there was no warmth. "You have done well George, you may be dismissed.” George left quickly, leaving Fee's scheming to herself. She turned back to the heavy rain hitting the window, feeling rather elated with satisfaction which she hadn't felt for a rather long time.