Sire Lines

Chapter 5

"Thank you everyone for joining Mystic Falls' Founders Day Event!" the mayor said.

Amelia clapped with the bag of popcorn in her hand and placed one in her mouth. She gazed at the green, yellow, and blue dresses the girls wore. In the green one, was a girl who resembled Tatia and she waved at the crowd. She went down the steps of the float and moved to the side to take pictures.

Amelia enjoyed her time and listened to meaningless speeches and ate cotton candy. The sun had set and the moon was out— her favorite part of the day. Her heels clacked on the asphalt as she strutted through the parking lot on her way to her car. She was about to get in when she felt a sharp pain in her head. Over a thousand years, witches had forced migraines and aneurysms which she learned how to overcome but this pain was intense.

She tried to hold the pounding as she screamed, slowly sliding down the side of her car. She felt a pinch in her neck and get the vervain enter her system and by the quick affects, she knew it was concentrated. She grew dizzy for a moment but she still had the strength to fight and she threw a punch that knocked out a man but a bullet went through her head that killed her.

It was only a short moment that her body began to heal and regenerate. The smell of gasoline filled her nose and she doused in the rotten liquid and heard the sound of a match run and soon, the place she was in was covered in flames. She coughed, pulling herself up to sit against the wooden walls.

"Help," she heard a man call, his voice dry and cracked. She looked over to the man with black hair who was laying underneath another person. "Help. Stefan... help."

Amelia crawled over to him and his eyes widened that she was alive. "Give me your blood and I'll get us out of here."

"I'm not human," he responded. "I'm a-"

"Give me your blood!" she yelled. "Or die!"

"Take her's instead."

Amelia looked at the young girl whom he'd tossed off of his body and heard that she was still alive and breathing. She could only drink the blood of a living vampire, dead ones were too fermented and human blood was abominable after Mikael said it was.

She dragged the girl who was trying to escape and pulled her hair back to reveal her neck. Her eyes fixated on her veins and they quickly changed as her K-9 teeth formed. She pulled her upped lip back and stared at the man as she fed on the poor vampire. Her eyelids closed in enjoyment and she drank until she had enough.

Soon, the headache from the treacherous noise calmed down and she found her strength to stand. The smoke was getting closer and she kept her end of the promise to save him and helped him up. They quickly vamped out of the cellar and down the street to safety.

Amelia dropped him and he landed on his side with a grunt before gradually getting up. He sighed and held his stomach that bore blood. He gestured that he was fine and mentioned he needed blood.

"Do you have a place you can go?" she asked.

"Yes, my house," he said breathlessly. They turned their heads at the sound of sirens and red and blue lights as the noblemen came to the building's rescue. "We should get away from here. The same people who wanted us dead might still be roaming around."

"My car is near." He nodded and she helps him float across the blacktops and to her Mercedes parked in the lot. They got in and her gave her directions to the large brown house with a large front yard and long pyramid roofs.

"This is it, the Salvatore house."

She pulled into the driveway and parked the car before getting him out. He was slowly healing but he needed blood to ensure the process. He looked for his keys but they were no where to be found so she kicked down the door.