"I still need a disposable vampire and Caroline, you are getting on my last nerve so you will do nicely," I smile as I pull her and from my shoulder and pull her around so I'm standing be behind her and she is bent over in front of me and I have her hands behind her back.
She winces but doesn't put up much of a fight.
"Gahhh" I buckle over and hold my head. My head feels like it's on fire.
"Don't touch Caroline again," says Bonnie looking down on me, "or it will be worse next time."
"Uh huh, whatever," I say as I get up, "you cannot always be around Bennet," I rub the back of my head.
"How do you feel?" Stefan asks me putting his hand on my shoulder which I shrug off.
"I feel fine," that's a lie "I just want to go out for a bit."
"You're not mad at me?" Stefan asks.
I smile, "of course I am," I say softly turning to him.
"I'm sorry for what I have done," he apologies.
"Look me in my eyes and tell me you regret your decision," I smile baring my fangs.
"I can't, I regret not helping you and sticking with you but I still couldn't let you die," he says gripping me.
"You did this to me, you were selfish, everyone I killed, their blood is on your hands," I say gently, I feel a tear roll down my cheek, "you are not forgiven, the price of your greed was over one thousand lives and more to come. There is no way I'm letting you off the hook," I say going from sad to angry "not until i see you on your knees begging for forgiveness."
I snap his neck. There are audible gasps from Caroline and Elena, Bonnie winces and Damon just rolls his eyes.
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Revenge on a Salvatore
FanfictionHow come my brothers the famous Salvatores are hero's in everyone's story but the villain in mine? What really happened the night of 1864 and what were the consequences? Where was my happy ending? I'm Grace Salvatore and this is the story of someone...
