The Heavenly Appeal {A Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction}

{15} He Who Pursues Vengeance

Hold the tears! I was so sad Sheila died! She was a great character in the Vampire Diaries, which I should make clear that I do not own. -Her Lady

Chapter Fifteen

He Who Pursues Vengeance

=-Mystic Falls, Virginia-=

2010

When I woke up, I felt smothered. My shoulder was warmed by intense heat. Shifting around in my spot on the sofa, I saw the sunlight seeping past the drawn curtains of Matt's living room and directly to my back. No wonder I was so sweaty under my jacket. I moved to take it off when I realized that I was being held down by my waist. Something grumbled underneath me and I glanced down in surprise, noticing that I had slept using Tyler's chest as a pillow. His eyes were closed and his face peaceful from the agony last night.

One glance at the clock told me we had missed homeroom through second period of school, but I wasn't alarmed. My attention immediately went to my clothes, taking in the specks of blood and dirt stains that no one had seen last night under their mournful atmosphere. I desperately needed a shower but that meant waking Tyler up and I knew he needed all the rest he could get. Letting out a resigned sigh, I leaned back into his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart. As much as I was uncomfortable with hugs, I was quite the cuddler and I needed someone to do that with for now - conscious or not.

"Wake up," I sang out softly, nudging his side. He let out a groan but stayed asleep.

Giving up quickly, I lulled myself into my thoughts. With all this sadness at the discovery of Vicki's body, it reminded me of Sheila once again. She just wouldn't leave my head and the things she said brought more questions than answers. Who else knew what I was? Did other witches have the answers I wanted? Could I really be an incarnate form of nature? An unattractive snort escaped from me. Who knew I'd be mother earth of all things? I couldn't deny my connection to nature though no matter how hard I tried to, especially after using too much of my powers last night. Each time I called on my affinities, it was like pulling myself closer to what I truly was.

Then who am I a copy of? A fresh batch of inquiries rose up. "Impossible," I muttered. Reincarnations were usually seen as a life form reborn throughout the decades. If I began life into this never-ending chain each time I died - if what Sheila believed was true, what had I been like in my past life? Why did this cycle start in the first place? What was my purpose? Were there others like me? Most importantly, was it smart for me to be involved around vampires, even after all the problems they caused?

The time was nearing when I couldn't get involved - to save a friend's life or the like - and then expect to be cut off from their associations to anything supernatural. I was either in or out, and I had no clue which side I wanted to be in. If I was finally in, I had to tell Winslow about this. There was no more doubt in my mind that he would need to know of the dangers because I knew I would want to know if Winslow was placed in the same position as me.

If I was out, I would be rejecting the side of me that would always be there no matter how hard I would force myself to be normal - to be human. I would never be able to separate myself from that and I wasn't completely certain if I wanted to leave that part of me behind. Now that it was free, I didn't want to return to the ignorant girl who freshly moved from New York. Maybe this was what Sheila was warning me about before she died. A sharp pang of despair shot in my heart.

I really wish you're here, Sheila. You'd be able to tell me what to do - who to trust. I missed her. I missed Bonnie.

"You two look cozy," a voice commented from behind me.