*runs and hides*
Kathrine's POV
I walked back into the old Gilbert house with ease, no one living here, so I was able to go in as I pleased with no permission. I had been looking for the Salvatore brothers for three decades now, and I had yet to find either of them. It came upon me that I hadn't checked back to where this all started - Mystic Falls. Of course there would be some trace of them there, some hint of where they had fled. Stefan and Damon weren't stupid; They knew they must leave before anyone got suspicious as to why they looked so young, when they should almost be old men. And the fact the Jonathan Gilbert had once mentioned a young Elena, who was with Stefan at the time, looked eerily similar to myself, I knew the boys wouldn't be able to keep their hands off her. A feeling so to speak, led me to her home, now abandoned and empty. But even if I could find something, anything, that may lead to them, I would be partially grateful to this Elena. I quietly chuckled to myself as I pranced through the front door, thinking of Stefan and Damon's surely depressed and confused faces as they lowered her body into the ground, never to be seen again.
"They will just never learn," I said to myself.
The house wasn't huge, but it wasn't small; A right size house, for a common family. Not a single pieces of furniture was anywhere, the walls bare and floors dusty. I didn't even bother with checking the downstairs area, for most houses built in the 17th century kept the kitchen and sitting room downstairs, and bedrooms in the upper story.
I followed the faint smell of perfume and girly scents to the last room on the right, the door shut tightly. After a few shoves, strong shoves at that, I broke the door down.
Hmmm... Why would a teenage girl, who had 'nothing to hide', leave her door boarded up like it was a sacred meeting place for some cult?
A small smile spread across my lips, for I felt I was finally going to find something here, in Elena Gilbert's bedroom, about my beloved Salvatore brothers.
I started searching everywhere, peeling up floorboards in her closet and checking every corner and cranny.
"Where in hell would a girl hide her journal?" I said aloud. That journal, it was truly what I was looking for. When speaking with Jonathan, he said the girl never went anywhere without it ...
I paced back and forth through the room, wracking my brain for any idea. Angry at myself and the girl, I forcibly stomped the floor, sending a creaking throughout the dead house. I looked beneath my feet to see the damage I had done, and quickly fell to my knees. I scampered through the dust and boards, slowly my motions as I found the journal.
A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I felt my eyes grow wider and wider with each second of realization. After a few seconds of shock, I tore open the first pages, reading each word faster than any human would ever dream of. It wasn't until the last page of manuscript that I found exactly what I was looking for.
"Dear Diary, Stefan left for California today with Amy, his fiancé. I know he's happy, as happy as I always wished him to be. As for myself, I know I made the right decision, staying with Damon, running off with him. We don't know where we're going, as long as we're going together. Being a vampire has changed my outlook on human life, or just life in general. I'm excited and I'm ready for whatever this entails. Goodbye forever, Elena."
"Dammit!" I hissed, "Of course he didn't tell her where they were going, he isn't stupid." My voice was boiling over with anger, "The bastard changed her! Dammit!" I flung the journal into my satchel and flicked up the window, jumping out with ease.
I have to find Damon, he is mine, I don't care if he turned that girl. She's just his toy. I'm his soul mate, forever. "That bastard!"
My instincts took my feet to the Salvatore house, and I stopped in my tracks. It hadn't changed a bit since 1864. I recalled everything perfectly - where we all first met, my first hunt, my first time with Damon and Stefan.
"Stole both their virtues. They just couldn't keep their hands off me," I said again to myself, thinking of how gullible they were.
Instead of going through the front door, I went straight for the tree the lead to Damon's elaborate bedroom. Without thinking twice, I climbed up the tree in nanoseconds and came down on the floor after gliding through the open window.
"Maybe I'll actually get somewhere here."
I went through the same process in Damon's room as I had Elena's, except the Salvatore house was fully furnished.
With a little less difficulty and effort, I found an anonymous cell phone number scribbled down on a piece of paper lying on the floor, in plain sight. The number held a few possibilities, and there was only one true and easy way to find out who the number belonged to.
I dug out my phone and blocked the call, impatiently tapping my foot as it rang.
"Hello?" I silently gasped and grinned like a small child at Christmas. "Uhm, hello? Is anybody there?" Elena. I knew it was her. Of course it was the girl. "Ok. Bye," She sounded irritated.
I laughed loudly and shook my head, clutching the phone in my hand. I had Damon now. All I had to do was simply trace the call, and I will have found them both. Even if they were on the move, I could call again and find them.
Damon didn't have a choice now. I could now forcefully persuade him to give me the device, or give me the girl. Elena was now key to this game, and I was going to make sure that she was the center of it.
Damon Salvatore was about to have to make a decision that could either be awfully hard, or astonishingly simple. Give me the device and keep the girl, or keep the device and he personally kill the girl. After all, I didn't want to get my hands dirty.
*peeks out of hiding place*
Kathrine's POV
I walked back into the old Gilbert house with ease, no one living here, so I was able to go in as I pleased with no permission. I had been looking for the Salvatore brothers for three decades now, and I had yet to find either of them. It came upon me that I hadn't checked back to where this all started - Mystic Falls. Of course there would be some trace of them there, some hint of where they had fled. Stefan and Damon weren't stupid; They knew they must leave before anyone got suspicious as to why they looked so young, when they should almost be old men. And the fact the Jonathan Gilbert had once mentioned a young Elena, who was with Stefan at the time, looked eerily similar to myself, I knew the boys wouldn't be able to keep their hands off her. A feeling so to speak, led me to her home, now abandoned and empty. But even if I could find something, anything, that may lead to them, I would be partially grateful to this Elena. I quietly chuckled to myself as I pranced through the front door, thinking of Stefan and Damon's surely depressed and confused faces as they lowered her body into the ground, never to be seen again.
"They will just never learn," I said to myself.
The house wasn't huge, but it wasn't small; A right size house, for a common family. Not a single pieces of furniture was anywhere, the walls bare and floors dusty. I didn't even bother with checking the downstairs area, for most houses built in the 17th century kept the kitchen and sitting room downstairs, and bedrooms in the upper story.
I followed the faint smell of perfume and girly scents to the last room on the right, the door shut tightly. After a few shoves, strong shoves at that, I broke the door down.
Hmmm... Why would a teenage girl, who had 'nothing to hide', leave her door boarded up like it was a sacred meeting place for some cult?
A small smile spread across my lips, for I felt I was finally going to find something here, in Elena Gilbert's bedroom, about my beloved Salvatore brothers.
I started searching everywhere, peeling up floorboards in her closet and checking every corner and cranny.
"Where in hell would a girl hide her journal?" I said aloud. That journal, it was truly what I was looking for. When speaking with Jonathan, he said the girl never went anywhere without it ...
I paced back and forth through the room, wracking my brain for any idea. Angry at myself and the girl, I forcibly stomped the floor, sending a creaking throughout the dead house. I looked beneath my feet to see the damage I had done, and quickly fell to my knees. I scampered through the dust and boards, slowly my motions as I found the journal.
A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I felt my eyes grow wider and wider with each second of realization. After a few seconds of shock, I tore open the first pages, reading each word faster than any human would ever dream of. It wasn't until the last page of manuscript that I found exactly what I was looking for.
"Dear Diary, Stefan left for California today with Amy, his fiancé. I know he's happy, as happy as I always wished him to be. As for myself, I know I made the right decision, staying with Damon, running off with him. We don't know where we're going, as long as we're going together. Being a vampire has changed my outlook on human life, or just life in general. I'm excited and I'm ready for whatever this entails. Goodbye forever, Elena."
"Dammit!" I hissed, "Of course he didn't tell her where they were going, he isn't stupid." My voice was boiling over with anger, "The bastard changed her! Dammit!" I flung the journal into my satchel and flicked up the window, jumping out with ease.
I have to find Damon, he is mine, I don't care if he turned that girl. She's just his toy. I'm his soul mate, forever. "That bastard!"
My instincts took my feet to the Salvatore house, and I stopped in my tracks. It hadn't changed a bit since 1864. I recalled everything perfectly - where we all first met, my first hunt, my first time with Damon and Stefan.
"Stole both their virtues. They just couldn't keep their hands off me," I said again to myself, thinking of how gullible they were.
Instead of going through the front door, I went straight for the tree the lead to Damon's elaborate bedroom. Without thinking twice, I climbed up the tree in nanoseconds and came down on the floor after gliding through the open window.
"Maybe I'll actually get somewhere here."
I went through the same process in Damon's room as I had Elena's, except the Salvatore house was fully furnished.
With a little less difficulty and effort, I found an anonymous cell phone number scribbled down on a piece of paper lying on the floor, in plain sight. The number held a few possibilities, and there was only one true and easy way to find out who the number belonged to.
I dug out my phone and blocked the call, impatiently tapping my foot as it rang.
"Hello?" I silently gasped and grinned like a small child at Christmas. "Uhm, hello? Is anybody there?" Elena. I knew it was her. Of course it was the girl. "Ok. Bye," She sounded irritated.
I laughed loudly and shook my head, clutching the phone in my hand. I had Damon now. All I had to do was simply trace the call, and I will have found them both. Even if they were on the move, I could call again and find them.
Damon didn't have a choice now. I could now forcefully persuade him to give me the device, or give me the girl. Elena was now key to this game, and I was going to make sure that she was the center of it.
Damon Salvatore was about to have to make a decision that could either be awfully hard, or astonishingly simple. Give me the device and keep the girl, or keep the device and he personally kill the girl. After all, I didn't want to get my hands dirty.
*peeks out of hiding place*
