Last Diary

My own little twist on L.J. Smith's Vampire "Diaries". Hope you like it J

I watched as each droplet raced down the car window, each one trying to beat the other...like a game. But my smile quickly vanished as we drew closer and closer into Mystic Falls, Virginia. I turned away from the window, hoping, wishing I could forget about the fact that I was less than 45 minutes away from meeting my "sister and brother" that I didn't even know I had until yesterday.

-flashback-

It wasn't until I opened the door and swung my heavy dance bag onto the couch that I realized I was completely exhausted, coming home from a long day of dance always made me feel as though I wanted to crawl under my covers and never come out. But I knew that as much as I wanted to...and right now I really wanted to, I couldn't. My dad, well adopted dad, had left me a voicemail earlier telling me that it was urgent for me to come home right after dance because him and my mom had to speak to me. So my bed would have to wait.

As I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge I was vaguely aware that my parents were there. Grabbing a bottle of water and hopping up onto the counter I faced them. I probably should have realized this very moment, when I saw the pained guilty look on their faces that something was wrong. But being the optimistic person I am, I let it go. Knowing that this talk was most likely only about the party I had neglected to tell them I went to with Amanda the other night. Sure enough they would just tell me not to do it again, and to next time leave a note.

"Aria, honey me and your mother have something we have to tell you" My dad said, the edge on his lips turning up into the smallest of smiles, but it never touched his eyes.

I fought back the urge to say "no dip Sherlock, isn't that why I'm right here instead of tucked into my nice cozy warm", what was I talking about again...ohh right?

I shook my head letting him know he could continue, cursing my thought in the process for thinking about my bed and how aching my muscles were. But everything in my body that was aching seemed so minute to the words that came out of his mouth next.

"Its about your birth parents" he stopped speaking and looked down at the floor, just leaving the sentence hanging there like a loose thread. He opened his mouth opened and closed several times before he actually spoke again. "they're...they're dead sweetie, we got word 3 months ago about a month after the accident actually happened because the adoption office had to make sure it was your real parents, they didn't want us telling you until they were completely sure, but we never thought to tell you until today because-" I cut him off mid sentence, I had only caught pieces of what he was saying because it all came out so face, and stuttered...but I heard enough.

"Your kidding...is this some kind of sick joke" I got up off the counter, standing now, towering over them. "Just because I went to that party with Amanda your trying to make me feel bad, bringing up my birth parents?!" I watched as he flinched back at my harsh words, my mother never even looking up from the ground since I walked in.

" Now honey you know we would never..." But I couldn't hear anymore. I knew I was shutting down, I couldn't take this, not right now. But I couldn't turn away, my body stayed frozen, forced to hear however worse this news got. My voice came out dry and raspy as I spoke. "So what is this about, just telling me my parents are dead, parents I could have seen all along I." I stopped myself from continuing, knowing that if I did I would break down, pass out.

" We never intended to hurt you. You were finally happy, finally opening up and we just couldn't bare for you to close yourself up again." I looked up to be met by my mom's baby blue eyes, her voice calming me even with the news she dished out. She always had that power, that velvet smooth voice that could make light of any situation. But her eyes, the blue I had come to fall into, those blue eyes that stood out in the night during a thunderstorm, now only contained sorrow. Dilating with each word she spoke. "I love you Aria, we love you. But sometimes when you love something so much, you cant hurt them anymore, you have to let them go"

I opened my mouth to ask what she meant by go, but I couldn't speak, my eyes filled to the brim with tears. She must of noticed this because she continued.

"We got a call today from the adoption agency, who got a call from a women named Jenna Sommers, 4 months ago saying that her sister Miranda Gilbert and brother-in-law Grayson Gilbert had died in a car accident...your parents." She paused looking back down at the ground. We never knew until those unsightly months that you even had a aunt or we surely would have...I mean we would have had to..." she paused, I could clearly see by the look on her face that she was fighting back tears, but her velvety voice never faltered, she continued. " Tomorrow, we were told to get on a flight and drop you off at mystic falls." And that's when she faltered, her tears now falling freely down her cheeks. And at that moment I knew I couldn't hate them, no matter how much I wanted to I knew full well that they loved me, they only wanted what was best. So no matter how much I hurt, I walked over and pulled her into my arms. Hugging her as hard as I could, and before I knew it my dads arms had wrapped around us as well. So that's how we stood for hours, hugging, letting the tears fall, but never did we say goodbye. Because saying goodbye would mean we would never see eat other again, and that was something would never let happen.

-end of flashback-

Tears started to form from yesterdays memory, that I silently hushed back. I looked back up as the taxi started to pull into the driveway of the house I presumed belonged to the gilberts, my new home. Way back past the house I could see new lightening had cluttered the now dark sky, great. Great, A big house with lighting hovering over it, it just screamed welcome home. I rolled my eyes. But this was my new home, and just by the look of things, I was in for one hell of a ride.