Destiny: The Untold Story of Evelyn Salvatore

Chapter III

I got home from the hospital today, and I have never been happier to be able to lie in my own bed. My parents said that I'm going to skip school today and tomorrow to rest. The only thing I'm able to do is sit in my bed and watch T.V., while mom sits in a chair right next to my bed and makes sure that I breathe.

"Mom, do you really need to be supervising me 24/7?" I ask with a little bit of annoyance in my voice.

She sighs. "I think you know why," She said looking up from her magazine.

"Mom, that stupid, little witch isn't going to climb through my window and kidnap me, and force me to turn," I say.

"You never know with Moira..." She says shaking her head.

I groan and flop back onto my pillow.
Cassie came over after she came home from school to "bring me some assignments." My mom is finally giving us some privacy after I beg her to leave. Cassie and I share a huge hug, and I can't even express how happy I am to see her.

"So I guess you're pretty banged up, huh?" Cassie says.

"Eh, not really, just a little concussion that's all. My parents are just making much more of a bigger deal out of it than it actually is," I reply.

"Well, didn't you tell them you'd let them know when you feel ready?" Cassie asks uneasily.

"Yeah, but they think that this witch is going to do what she did to that other girl who was like me. They think she's going to like, kidnap me or something and just scare me so that I embrace my destiny too early. That witch is so powerful, and she's the only person who can turn me, and if she, or anyone else, convinces me to turn early, then I'll be embracing my destiny too early, and things will not turn out well."

"Damn..." Cassie says, lying down next to me, "I just wish that everything was back to normal."

"What do you mean?" I say turning my head to her.

"You know, us going to the mall right after school on Fridays, and getting our nails done every Tuesday, and going to Starbucks every morning. You get a skinny vanilla latte, I get mocha latte, you know, the usual," she laughs.

"I know. I wish all this never happened. I wish I were born like a normal creature. Not a human. Because if I wasn't a human, none of this would be happening right now," I say with frustration.

Cassie sighs and says, "Well, at least we still at least have each other. That car accident could've been way worse."

"Totally," I say, "Cassandra Grace Schar (pronounced sh-are). Stop worrying. You're turning into my mother.

"Evelyn Miranda Salvatore. Okay," She says. We both laugh and I'm trying to forget about all of the craziness that's been happening over the past week.
After Cassie leaves, Mom suggests that I get some sleep. I don't disagree, because I'm exhausted, but I really do not prefer her staring at me while I'm sleeping. Well after a lot of persuading, I negotiate my mom into checking on me every five to ten minutes.

I wake up the next day to Dad sitting in the chair next to my bed this time.
"Good morning Munchkin," Dad says getting up from the chair.

"Morning," I said stretching, "Where's mom?"

"She's out running some errands," Dad replies, "I'm gonna go run out and get some bagels. Plain with cream cheese?"

"Yup. Thanks," I say. I drift back to sleep until I'm jolted awake by rattling noises downstairs. I look to my dresser and see a note that says, "Your bagel is on the counter, went out to meet Uncle Stefan. Mom will be home soon-Dad." I quickly jump out of bed and stand, silent for a few seconds. Something made out of glass shatters. I run on my tiptoes into my parents' room. I know they're both out, so it can't be one of them breaking things downstairs. It can't be Cassie, even though she comes and goes whenever she wants, because she's at school. My entire body is filled with fear. I'm breaking my promise. I'm giving in to fear (But I think I can make an exception for a person being in my house). I go into my Dad's closet, opened the safe, and pull out his emergency gun. They told me about it after they told me about this destiny thing. I load it and I got the chills. I've never touched a real gun before.
I walk to the top of the stairs and see a woman's shadow. I keep a strong grip of the gun and start walking down the stairs. I'm holding it out in front of me, and as I approach the bottom of the stairs, I see a woman. She looks right at me and widened her eyes, and put her hands up. Wait a second. I know this woman. I lowered the gun a little and gave a confused look. The woman who is standing in my hallway is Moira Taurus, aka Mary Thomas, the woman who hit my car.

"Evelyn, put the gun down," She says seriously.

"Why? Why should I put the gun down? You are in MY house. This is breaking and entering. This is a felony. We're talking jail time," I say, aiming the gun at her, "How do you even know my name? And why the hell are you in my house?" I yell.

"Evelyn, trust me, I'm not here to hurt you," she said lowering her hands, "Now just give me the gun and -," she says.

"Now why the hell would I do that," I say before she could even finish.

"Listen. I just want to talk. That's all," she says, walking towards me.

"Don't you dare come close to me," I say, turning the safety off of the gun.

"Okay, okay. Just drop the gun, and we can talk," she says, getting frustrated.

"Why do you want to talk? Are you like obsessed with me or something? First you crash my car, and now you're breaking into my house. Wow, you're really on a roll here, lady!" I shout.

"I need to talk with you... about your destiny," She says.

"Oh my gosh," I mumble and shake my head, "I swear to G-d if you don't get out of my house in the next ten seconds, I will shoot you," I shout.

"Evelyn, I need to -," She manages to say.

I lift my arm up diagonally and shoot the window. The blow is louder than anything I've ever heard, and the glass shatters. Moira whips her head around and realizes that she was nearly shot.

"I will come back, Evelyn Salvatore," She says creepily, backing up towards the door.

"GET OUT," I yell. Moira finally leaves and I sit down on the stairs. I stare at the gun in my quivering hands. I drop in on the stairs and start to cry. I can't believe I just held someone at gunpoint, and let alone fired the gun. I feel the side pocket of my sweatpants, and pull out my phone. I call Mom in a panic.

"Hello?" Mom says, answering the phone.

"Mom?" I say panicking and teary, "I need you to come home right now. It's - It's an emergency."

"It's an emergency? What? Did something happen? What -," She says, sounding worried.

"Mom, just come home now!" I say, and hang up the phone. Mom pulls into the driveway five minutes later. She barges into the house, and I run into her arms crying.

"Mom... I'm so sorry! I know I should've believed you!" I say in hysterical tears.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Mom says in an endearing tone, looking at the broken window, "Just tell me what happened and I can try to help." We sit down on the couch, and I spill. Not sparing and details.

"Oh my god. I can't believe that that witch would dare show her face to you, again!" Mom says, "But, I'm proud of you that you new that you should use the emergency gun..."

"I know, I know, I shouldn't have shot the window but she wasn't going away! And I don't know what came over me I just... panicked," I say anxiously.

"It's okay sweetie," she says hugging me, "I guess we're going to have to call the window guy," she says laughing. I start crying in her arms even harder, and she strokes my head.

"Don't worry, Evie-Bevie. Everything is going to be okay. I'm going to call your dad," Mom says, getting up from the couch.

She calls Dad and he rushes right over. We share a big hug and he makes sure I'm okay. My parents are making me stay in the living room from now on, so that they can see my from most angles of the house, and I don't blame them. I don't want that lunatic getting into the house ever again.