"I am not the kind of princess that needs saving. I'm probably not a princess at all. You can be the gallant prince all you want, that's fine. But, get the saving me part out of your head. I am not a damsel in distress, I am not a trapped girl. If I...
Constantino Carrara -- "Heathens" - Twenty One Pilots (Piano Cover)
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Under Control
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"She wore a smile like a loaded gun."
~ Unknown
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Friday, January 29, 2010
It's been a while, and it's begun to get a bit boring. Nothing much has happened. Alaric tried to kill Damon and ended up dead for a bit instead, and Pearl and Anna visited Damon and gauged out his eyes, but that's as interesting as it's gotten.
I've kept Jenna and the others up-to-date about the whole Isobel thing, meaning they know she's a vampire and Damon turned her. I suspect Jeremy and Anna are still hanging out and he's pieced together that she's a vampire, going by the cut I had seen on his hand; however, I'm not sure if it's still on track with him wanting to be turned or not, and if he's all depressed or not. I can't tell, and I'm not sure how to bring it up, so I've been inviting him to watch movies and TV shows more and checking in on him a bit more, just in case.
With the bad tomb vampires all dead, thanks to yours truly, Stefan never got kidnapped and tortured; meaning a bunch of bullshit was skipped and Stefan hasn't had a drop of human blood since whenever it was that he last dropped off the wagon. Caroline's gone off to visit her dad for her step-sister's birthday. And, that's about all there's been.
Now, here we are. . .
"Come on, Jeremy, going to school! Walking out the door now!" I call upstairs, making my way towards the front door.
"Forgot this." Jenna says behind me, making me turn around and see her holding out the thermos of my hot chocolate I had made.
"Oh, thank you." I smile brightly, taking it.
Turning back to the front door, I swing it open and find John standing there, causing my eyes to widen in surprise.
"Elena!" He greets with a smile.
"John." I acknowledge, glancing at the door as I contemplate slamming it in his face.
However, thinking about it, I decide against it. He may be a really annoying dick, but he cares. He even took the precaution of sending Isobel to his brother to make sure his daughter would have a good home and he could still be in her life.
