Feared Love

Part 1 - Old Enemy Returns

Malachai Parker was walking towards the white flowers and the happy but stupid music. He was happy to see his sister again, and on top of all, getting married, but the music was already annoying him. Why were they so happy? It was just a feast of two people confessing they're love to each other, nothing special. Or was it? Was it something special to confess your love? No. He shouldn't get lost in thought. He needed to focus on his sister and her boyfriend, soon to be man... eh... what was his name again? His sister didn't even properly introduced the guy and now they were already getting married. Was he ever getting married? He thought not, he has never loved or cared about anyone. Not even about his own parents or siblings. Or maybe he did. He might have cared about one girl ever, but it was more a crush than an actual 'being in love'. The one who was his crush was Bonnie Bennett. The most beautiful girl he has ever met, yet the most unpredictable and the most badass. All of her friends were assholes, especially Damon. And oh my god, Elena was annoying as fuck too. And Stefan, he kind of actually liked him, with his humanity on, of course. Now he just follows Caroline around, who is also a bitch. They act like they care about Bonnie, but in the end let her die. Only Damon had a bit respect to protect her from people like, me. As he thought about hurting Bonnie again, he almost puked. He would never ever again hurt her in any way, he promised himself. The old him may still be inside of him, but he hid it well, deep in a box. He couldn't let it escape, or differently everyone will hate him all over again, and he was just getting a bit of friends. Did he have any friends? He counted, but none crossed his mind. He should actually make some, he thought. Not people he already knew, but total strangers. Maybe he could go to school, or just visit the grill more. Lost in thought once again, he saw that he was already at the wedding venue. And there he saw her. A beautiful girl, now woman, his sister. She was wearing a beautiful wedding gown and she was holding a bouquet of flowers. He smiled at her, and when she crossed his glance, she smiled back. She didn't even flinch, but she smiled at him. He felt a crazy happiness coming over him. He never felt a bond between him and his sister, only when she was still twenty-two and when he was not a serial killer, of course. When he looked up again, his sister was gone, and was replaced by an even more beautiful girl, and she was not even wearing a gown. She looked at him, terrified of his sight.