The Heavenly Appeal {A Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction}

{11} By Another's Beloved

Comments will be appreciated! -Her Lady

Chapter Eleven

By Another's Beloved

=-Mystic Falls, Virginia-=

2009

I sipped on the tea Sheila had given me. It was her way of comforting us through the short but troubling kidnapping; no big deal. A frown settled across my features. Who was I kidding? I got kidnapped by two vampires on the first morning I discovered about their existence, all because I had been stupid enough to go through the back alley. I hadn't known it wasn't Bonnie, but still, I should've had common sense to stick with Damon - no matter how his big head was at risk on getting stuck on each doorway he passed. At least he wasn't trying to ignore me - no, wait, I liked being ignored a little better. That was the only good thing that upped Ben from the elder Salvatore.

Elena almost got her windpipe crushed if Stefan hadn't arrived in time and how does fate congratulate us? By forcing us to choose on an almost impossible decision between opening the tomb or leaving it as it is and facing more than just Annabelle's wrath. "I'm not doing it!" Bonnie argued.

"Ugh . . . please." Elena let out a frustrated sigh when she remained firm on her stand. "Yes, I know that, Bonnie, but what other choice do we have?"

"Do nothing!"

"Char just told me that Anna is with Jeremy, as in right now. Who knows what she's gonna do to him if we don't open the tomb?"

"What about the twenty-six vampires, huh?" Bonnie pointed out as she stressed out the number. To her irritation, Elena appeared to be unfazed by it. "They are going to be released into the town if I do this and everyone will be in danger. Two's already enough in Mystic Falls! Four is too much and now you want thirty!?"

"But Bonnie-"

"No!"

Stefan, Sheila, and I were watching them argue with cool expressions. They must've had their own opinions about this and waited for the girls to let their steam out for a while; it would do them good in the long run. Personally, I didn't know what to make of this. Damon was an ass, but he too deserved a little happiness. Then again, I didn't like him that much and twenty-seven vampires - now twenty-six due to Annabelle's appearance and her obvious freedom - were too high a cost to risk just for one girl. I was still having a hard time to accept the four I already met and now there were going to be almost thirty more after the day was over?

No thank you.

"He doesn't deserve it, Elena!" Bonnie replied to something I didn't catch.

Undecided, I turned to Sheila. This was only our second meeting and my third day of knowing her, but I was already attached like how cats were to milk. She was a grandmotherly figure that I never had a chance in having in my childhood since both grandparents from both sides of our family were long dead. "How did you find us?"

She glanced at me. "There are a lot of things that can add to witch's power. Emotions, such as complete anger or happiness, are one of those things."

"I bet you were mad," I guessed, leaning back. Stefan, who was standing behind the couch, mirrored my grin at the thought of Sheila as an angry witch. She was always composed most of the time, honest with who she liked and disliked, and did what she had to to protect Bonnie and herself - possibly adding me to the mix as well. Sheila looked at me differently compared to how she acted towards Elena, the vampires, and even her own granddaughter. I really believed she would protect me - a young stranger, but I wondered why. The longer I thought about it, the more I realized it had something to do with what I was.