The Third Salvatore (TVD Season 1)

Chapter 25

Hardin

I sigh at the sight of this sleeping beauty infront of me as I sit in a ridiculous black bean bag in her room.

Well, Emma has nothing in common with the Sleeping Beauty, ofcourse; I'd rather call her a Ferocious Beauty. If you don't know, she banged a bottle full of whiskey over my head a few hours ago.

I look out of the window for the tenth time and frown into the darkness. I'm not sure if the inmates of this house haven't invited any of those tomb vampires posing as some pizza boy again.

We were attacked today at the boarding house. They've declared war. If they target Emma and Elena, it would be no surprise.

Emma flips over the other side and I lose the sight of her moonlit face. I shake my head and get up on my feet feeling rather stupid. I'm about to leave when my eyes go over Emma's bookshelf. I walk over noiselessly.

Harry Potter novels. I quickly look away and spot Jane Eyre, Anna Karenina, Pride & Prejudice and... Wuthering Heights.

I know I'm getting impressed when I turn to look at Emma. I remember pinning after Wuthering Heights as a young boy. Although I wasn't interested in pursuing academics, my lust for novels was just undeniable.

I run my finger on the spine and pull out the book. It's heavily annotated. I chuckle softly and and sit on the ground, leaning my back on the wall. I see all my favourite scenes and quotes annotated and a sudden emotion come over me. Almost like a heartache. I look over at Emma.

I've stopped questioning myself over why this girl is so important to me. I've been with human girls before and I know how it goes. They age, they die or eventually, they get scared and run away. Humans are coward, they are weak. That's why I stopped being with them. Spare the drama.

But, Emma. I shut the book and set it beside me. She's young, spirited, sexy and I want her. I want her so bad. She treats me like trash and I still want her. It's disturbing because I've never felt like this for a century. I rub the back of my neck totally annoyed.

I contemplate joining her in her bed. She would be all soft and pink. Yeah and then she'll be banging that lamp beside her bed on your head. I bite my knuckles trying to stifle my laugh.

It can wait. I smirk and walk out of the room, shutting it quitely after me.

As I'm descending down the stairs musing over something, trying to walk out of the front door like a normal human being, as Emma told me a few nights ago, I hear whispers.

I stop dead in my tracks and retrace my steps backwards. Annabelle. And Jeremy Gilbert. I hear to their hushed conversation as they argue over Anna turning him.

I frown and head out of the front door. A few moments later Annabelle walks out not noticing me.

"Sweet, sweet, Annabelle." I drawl leaning back on the wall, arms crossed. She stills, her back to me.

"One wonders what you must be doing here. Changing Gilbert's diapers, I assume?" I offer smiling.

She finally turns to me, her face red with anger. "What do you want, Hardin?"

"Now, now, don't look so vile." I grin tilting my head. "You don't want your new boyfriend to see your wrinkles, do you?"

"It's none of your business, Salvatore." She glares.

"Well, it is." I walk up to her. "Now that you're trying to turn him. I won't allow it."

"You don't get to allow me!" She laughs. "You and me are over, remember?"