The Vampire Diaries Fanfiction: Nobody's Look Alike Princess

Chapter 15: Sisterly Love

For the past ten minutes, I have done nothing but stare. For the past hour, the dinner party has done nothing but freak at Jeremy's confession. Should we call it that? A confession? Or an accusation? I like announcement. Yeah, let's use that word. Since Jeremy's announcement, all five of my kidnappers/dinner hosts, have done nothing but argue. Due to all the pandemonium circling this dining room right now, I could walk out unnoticed. I should walk out unnoticed. If only I could. Curiosity has captured the better of me and is luring me into their words like a moth to a flame.

"Jeremy, how is that even possible?" Elena asks, holding a hand to her mouth.

"We need to find out for sure," the perfect boyfriend Stefan says as he rubs his girlfriend's shoulders. This makes me miss my boyfriend.

"I need a drink," Mr. Saltzman thinks out loud. It would be funny if I weren't having the same thoughts.

"Thanks for the warning dingus," Evil vampire Damon spits at Jeremy.

Jeremy looks at all of them, as if trying to give them all one reply to answer them all. Instead, his eyes go to me. "Zara, you haven't said anything."

No, I haven't. I feel like my annoying garble would render useless to either stop the chatter or actually get some answers. Instead of letting everything swirling around and around in my brain come out in a slew of words, I instead reply with, "Can I go home now?"

I suppose that is what makes the house go quiet. Ten eyes stare straight at me, confused by my lack of reaction. The whole gasp and screaming it isn't so won't help my case. Besides, that's so redundant. I am a real person, and real people don't act like that. My mother always said in times like these,"Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset." That was a quote from St. Francis de Sales, he was a clergyman in the late sixteenth century to the early seventeenth. My mom would collect quotes to keep her sane. It was her version of therapeutic meditation. She lived by the quotes she read. She especially enjoyed the Twelve Virtues of Benjamin Franklin. I use her philosophy now, to sit and think deeply before lashing out. Going home could do just that. Or seeing Matt.

Elena is first to answer me. "I'll take you home."

"Thank you." I yank out my work ponytail, letting my brown hair do its thing. I'm starting to miss my extensions a little bit now, seeing as it sets me apart from this Elena girl.

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The car ride is filled with an empty silence (as oxymoronic as that seems. Yes, I know that isn't a word but whatever). Jeremy forgot to return me my things, but in his defense I forgot to remind him.

"So," Elena says as she pulls out of her neighborhood. "Where are we headed?"

I twist Matt's class ring back and forth on my finger. "Take a turn on Fell's Avenue. Keep going straight, then stop at house 224."

She nods and continues on. "Zara, you're not the only one in shock right now. I promise that I've known about this as long as you have. Do you want to talk about this at all?"

I turn to her. "No, actually. I don't."

The rest of the ride sells its soul to silence. Silence is good. Silence helps one think. I am doing my best to be rational right now, I swear. I know I seem like the most colossal bitch, but to me it's a security blanket. I don't seem vulnerable at my weakest points. It helps keep influences away while I try to figure things out myself. Also, so I don't become a raging hot mess.

She parks at 224. "Wait, this is Matt's house. " She announces, like I didn't know where my boyfriend lived.

I nod. "I need to see him. Also, I don't want anymore of you knowing where I live. I can't do the surprise visits and 'family chats.'" I got to get my things, before I realize I don't have any. So I simply turn to her. "Thanks for the ride." With I that I open the door and get out. I can hear her call my name, but by the time she does, I have shut the door and I am already on the porch ringing the doorbell.