Stronger than the rest

Chapter 32

"Are you okay?" Stefan asks and I shake my head. "do you want to talk about it?" He sits down next to me on the couch, a bourbon in his hand.

"I showed weakness. I let jonas in my head. I shouldn't have done that. I'm stronger then that." I state as I lean back. Stefan copies my actions and wraps an arm around my shoulders.

"You didn't show weakness. Jonas was one powerful Warlock. don't beat yourself down." I nod my head as I take a sip from his glass. "Tell me a story." My eyes dart to his face as I frown. "don't give me that look Miklaeson- Salvatore." I chuckle before placing my head on his shoulder.

"Okay okay.... well.... there was once a young girl... She was different from everyone else and she knew it. She felt alone... all alone... until she was taken by gypsies to a kingdom. But before she came to this beautiful kingdom, she ran from the kind people, in fear of them getting hurt..."

(Angels feet slap against the hard ground. Running from the witches. She shouldn't have gotten caught. She shouldn't have. The vampire runs, trees a blur around her until she comes upon a road...)

"The young girl came across a young boy... similar to her age and she fell instantly in love with him. She never knew what the feeling was as she stared upon the boy. finding out he was on his way home with his younger brother. Little did she know that these siblings were princes of the kingdom..." I watch as stefan closes his eyes and leans his head back.

"Keep going..." he chuckles and I roll my eyes.

"The prince looks at the girl, unaware of who she is and asks...."

("Are you lost?" Damon asks and Angel shakes her head.

"Not lost per-say. but not able to find my way." she states as she walks over to the two, intentions not pleasant.

"What could I do to help? You could come to our home?" The eldest asks and she shakes her head.)

"She knew that no harm would come to these boys. they were to innocent. love clouded her judgment, a choice she would not change in a heart beat. But soon there time of conversing had to come to an end."

("SHES HERE!" Angel freezes at the voices as she turns to the young boys.

"Do not remember this encounter." She compels them to forget before disappearing into the woods once a again. Hoping to never come across the two boys again.)

"The gypsies caught up with her, worried about her. She let them take her back but not before taking one last look at the princes. at the eldest who she hoped she would meet again." I finish the short story and stefan groans.

"That was rubbish." he states as he opens an eye at me.

"How dare you Salvatore." I hit his chest and he just laughs.

"Tell me a better one... how about the one with the village girl and the young rich boy?" My eyes widen as he smirks. "what?"

"You remember that?" I ask an he nods.

"I remember every story you told me." I chuckle at his response. When i lived in the Salvatore mansion, I use to tell stefan stories of my past. Of course I would twist them and create something a child would like.

"Okay..... let me start. there was a girl, she went unnoticed in the village, well not entirely... her older sister, a beautiful young woman that had all the men worshiping the ground before her. The young girl walked in her sister's shadow and hated it. But then a young boy, born of rich blood took a notice into the girl. One day, they hung out. talking, getting to know each other. They soon became close friends. But every time they talked or were together, there would be talk around the village, the girls would glare at the younge girl, making her upset and bully her at any chance they got. But it soon went away when the boy asked her hand. they were truly in love and no one could stop that. But something went wrong. You see, he liked to go and watch the men in village turn into magnificent beasts every full moon with his brother. and the tradition never stopped. One night, he went out and it was to be the last time he would see the light of night. the last of the light of day. The girl was left alone, to fend for herself before she ran. unable to cope with the death of her lover. She was known as the ghost with the blood kiss when she died as she would haunt each village, giving a bloodied kiss to boys of the age of her lover." I tell him the story and he frowns.

"That wasn't the ending you told me." Stefan states and I shrug, grabbing his glass and finishing it.

"You older, you don't need me to bend truth anymore." I stand. "in going to bed." I vamp speed up into one of the rooms and sigh. The ghost with the blood kiss. I walk towards the closet, pulling out a pair of andy's old pj shorts and tank top. I change before climbing into bed.

"Thought you could get away with not saying goodnight?" The bed dips as a soft breeze blows past.

"I was tired." I state as an arm snakes it's way around my waist and pulls me close. Damon's breath is on the back of my neck as I close my eyes.

"I am tired Damon." I say and he sighs.

"Goodnight." he pecks my cheek before the cold leaks in and surrounds me.

"I said I was tired... Not that I wanted you to leave." I flip over and sniff in the faint sent of his cologne.