At the age of sixteen, strange runes appeared on Isis Blackwood's inner wrist. It was only when the supernatural activity began in Mystic Falls, when she finally uncovered the truth beneath the runes and her own family.
(season 1 - 4 AU)
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(Season 1, episode 4, her first love)
WARNING: mention of homophobia
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"𝐎𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐃, 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒!" 𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 when she woke up with a start. Her hair was a mess and her cheeks were stained with tears. She took deep breaths to calm herself, her heart pounding in her ears. She put a hand to her chest and Elena came rushing in, almost hurting herself in her haste to get to Isis.
"Isis! it's okay, darling, you are safe," she whispered, wrapping her arms around Isis, keeping her close. She obviously was having a nightmare. Vampires weren't real. Elena was glad that Jenna and Jeremy were not around right now, especially with what happened last night. Elena felt nothing but hatred in her heart for Caroline. She felt like she could not trust her again. That was the only thing she told Caroline that she had to keep.
"I'm sorry." Elena looks at her in shock.
"What are you sorry for?" she asked softly, running her fingers through Isis' purple locks. The girl nuzzled her face into Elena's shoulder. "I ruined the night," she mumbled, putting her arms around Elena's waist.
Elena's grip on Isis tightened and her jaw tensed. She took a deep breath. "No, Caroline ruined the night with her big fucking mouth. So did Damon. I hate them both.. I should have listened to Stefan and not invite him in," she murmured.
Isis pouted and put her head underneath Elena's chin, rubbing her head back and forth there. "It's not your fault, 'Lena," she yawned softly, making Elena chuckle. "Bored of me already, are you?" she said playfully, tugging at her hair. Isis laughed, pulling her head from underneath Elena's chin. "Nah, I'm just hungry," she giggled, rubbing her stomach, looking around the room.
"Ah! I'm at your house still," she just realised that. Elena ruffled her hair gently. "Of course! I didn't have the heart to let you go home...after that.." she grimaced as she remembered the way Damon had treated her.
Isis just gave a watery smile. "I'm feeling better," she said, but Elena was not convinced. "I'll fix you something up now," she said, pressing a kiss to her temple, getting out of bed, going to the door. "Are there anymore doughnuts and stuff left? May I have some of those too with some aspirin?"
"Of course, black cat," Elena smiled before leaving the room. That was the nickname that Elena had for her. Her footsteps were quiet like a cat, and her favourite colour was black - hence the nickname. She puffed the pillows up and made herself more comfortable.
She then realised that she was in Elena's bedroom...
And in her bed.
She blushed and chuckled, putting her hands over her chest. She knew what she saw yesterday. But what worried her the most was, why couldn't she be compelled?
