The Vampire Diaries: One Direction Edition

3 months

Phoebe.

Krista put me in bed and felt my forehead. "Extremely warm. "She whispered. Her frown deepened. Her forehead had worry lines. She was worrying because of me.

"Why can't we just get a break. " She screamed. Krista got up from the bed, went into her bookbag, and pulled out a big brown bible-sized book with gold painted edges.

She flipped the pages of the book looking for something. When she didn't find it, she groaned and threw the book.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, still feeling dizzy. Her head was down. She mumbled something about not being able to find something. "Find what?"

She peered up at me from the middle of the room. "The spell. I can't find a spell to fix you. You know why? Because I don't know what the hell is wrong with you. " She kicked her book. My eyes widened.

"Spell?" Krista's eyes widened also, telling me she didn't mean to say that. "Are you a witch or something. " I joked. She gives me a blank look and doesn't respond. " Oh my gosh, Krista. You're a witch?" I say more like a question.

She nods. I'm in shock. I tried to get up, but I was too weak and fell down on the floor. Krista helped me back onto the bed. I thanked her. "You're welcome. "

I yawned.

"Go to sleep Phoebe Angela Marie Davis. " I weakly laughed at how Krista said my full name.

"Ok Kristina McKenna Rose McLoughton I will. " I slowly pulled up the sheets and laid on my pillow. I soon fell asleep.

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Krista.

"Something's seriously wrong with her Grandma! Isn't there some spell that could help?" I begged to my grandma after informing her about Phoebe.

"I'm afraid not baby. Spells are for medical reasons. Have you taken her to a doctor?" I shook my head, but then realized she couldn't see me.

"No grandma. I came over and saw her like this. "

"Well check on her again and see if she looks better. Could just be the twenty-four hour bug. "

"I suppose you're right Grandma. I'm going to do that. Bye, I love you. "I hung up the phone. I went back upstairs to check on Phoebe. I heard her snoring.

Her face was pale as a ghost's, her hair looked dull and lifeless, and her lips were chapped. If I didn't hear he snoring, I would assume she's dead.

Then it hit me.

Dead.

I gasped. Phoebe was dying.

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Klaus.

I asked Joan exactly how long we had. She said, 3 months.

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Book one is NOT finished! I've decided to continue it for a while.

~Fiona