Destiny

Chapter 11 part 1: We had a heart to heart

* IN NEED OF SERIOUS EDITING* 

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Silence.

As far as the mind could hear – complete and utter silence. Well, at least in Destiny's mind.

As far as ears went – it was chaos. She couldn't tell when her surroundings had dissipated into where she was now. But she was here. She was here now.

Sirens blared in the background, the sheriff's voice screaming maniacally at Dr Saltzman on the far corner on the Salvatore school's front porch. This porch belonged to the Saltzman family – a private quarter for Lizzie, Josie, Alaric and Caroline. Although the twins did have a dorm with the rest of the students and Caroline owned a house in town, this seemed to be some sort of a home for the four.

Destiny sat on the porch swing, a blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders, barely shielding her from the violent winds and frosty cold. But she didn't mind. She didn't mind the wind nipping at her skin or pulling back her hair. No – she bathed in it. For once, in a long time she could finally breathe.

When vampires killed for the first time, they explained it to be an overwhelming amount of emotion. A mixture of pleasure, hunger, guilt and regret. So intense that it drove some to flicking their switch.

But Destiny was no vampire – she was a hybrid between a siphon and a werewolf.

And all she could feel was nothing – a tranquil numbness, better than any emotion she had ever felt before. Her personal switch.

"Destiny?" Dr Saltzman peered down at her, disappointment and confusion laced within his gaze. He sighed. Running a hand through his dishevelled hair, he sat down next to her, "I already talked to Hope and the girls. And I know that this isn't your fault."

Destiny's mind snapped back, her attention trained on Dr Saltzman.

They didn't sell her out.

She sat, composed, face avoiding all emotion.

"I think it would be best if you got some sleep," he announced after a moment of silence, briefly standing up and walking away. "You'll be interrogated tomorrow. When Caroline comes home."

Tight-lipped and tight browed, Destiny headed towards her dorm room. Rehearsing what she was going to tell the twins.

But, when she got there, Lizzie and Josie were gone.

Down the hallway, and across the hall, she knocked on Hope's door. Perhaps she knew where they were.

"It's open."

Hope's dorm was unlike the rest. It was significantly larger, considering how much more time she spent in the school compared to other kids. A fireplace sat in one corner, her bed in the centre and across from it her desk. An easel and a canvas stood beside her bed, clad in dried paint and unfinished sketches.

"Did you paint these?" Destiny asked abruptly. Hope put down her paint brush, turning to face the blonde-haired witch in front of her. Destiny looked nothing like she usually did. Her hair dishevelled and slightly drenched from sweat. Her school shirt clung to her body, her grey sweatpants slightly torn.

"A few. The rest my dad did," she paused, watching her sceptically. Despite Destiny's appearance, the blue in her eyes had finally settled. She wasn't as jittery or distant. The storm had passed.

Destiny allowed her eyes to scan past the shelves. Some were family portraits, others were landscapes, and some she couldn't explain.

"Do you paint?" Hope inquired, setting out a canvas and a paint set, placing it on her desk.