A Quiet Life in Mystic Falls

Secrets Revealed

After two hours of trying to sleep, the redhead gave up on that dream and made her way downstairs. She boiled the kettle and began to make various meals and desserts. Her eyes stung and began to feel heavy, she glanced at the clock to see it was 4.36am. She sighed rubbing her eyes with her inner wrist, avoiding the flour and butter goo that was on her hands. She didn't hear movement upstairs until 8am, she began to take the pancake mix and pour it.

It was Elena, the brunette looked at the kitchen, then Azalea again.

"Did you sleep?" Elena asked her. The redhead felt her face smile as she nodded.

"Yeah I just woke up early, thought I'd make some food for you both." She lied smoothly. "Coffee is in the pot."

"Thank you," she said gratefully, making a beeline for the dark brown liquid. "I think we should leave Caroline," she took a sip, her eyes widened. She looked between Azalea and the coffee. "This is the best coffee I have ever tasted what did you do to it?" She took another sip.

Azalea smiled she may have put a charm on the coffee along with adding some spices to the boiling water.

"Can't give away all my secrets Elena," she smirked, pouring some for herself. "But yeah, I reckon wait till she wakes up on her own." Azalea offered her a plate of pancakes. Elena smiled.

"Thanks," as she poured a chocolate sauce on and began to eat.

Several hours later, the redhead had feed them both. Elena had told Caroline she wanted some help reorganising her closet for the fall season. In which the blonde agreed. Once both girls were safely next door. Azalea got dressed into a pair of high-waisted bootcut jeans and green long-sleeved shirt, grabbing a jacket. She needed to see Damon was locked up before she could relax. Tugging her grey ankle boots on she headed to the car. Taking a deep breath as she made it onto the estate, she got out slamming the door behind her. All vampires would know she was here.

Just as she reached the door, Stefan opened it.

"Now is not a good time," he said, I could see blood on him.

"That better be Damon's, you draining him?"

"Yes," he said.

"Can I see? I need to know he's locked up." She said, he smiled slightly nodding, Azalea walked into the house. Stefan gestured for her to follow. A door down to the basement was open.

"He's unconscious." He whispered. "But you being here might wake him. Stay on this side of the door no matter what." He said, shutting the door with the little jail window in. She nodded peaking on her tiptoes to look over the bars. He looked asleep, in a pool of blood not a single mark on him. He'd healed, Stefan injected him with a yellowy liquid... vervain.

"That should keep him out... You sure you want to watch this?" he said.

She nodded.

He sighed and got the knife out, he slit his brother's wrists and squeezed. Damon's expression didn't change.

"He isn't going anywhere Lea. Not of at least 50 years."

"Thank you Stefan," she smiled. "You still like tastes of food right?"

"Yeah,"

"I'll go make you something. I'll yell down when it's ready."

"Thanks Lea," he said. Azalea dropped from her tiptoes as Stefan cut his wrist again.

She made her way to the massive kitchen and began to grab ingredients. Thank God Caroline would be safe now, she was a sweet girl. She just needed to grow up a little. Chopping up the onions she couldn't help but think that she should leave. Now that her 'saving people' complex was satisfied. Move onto another town, somewhere away from magic and the supernatural. Yet, the thought of leaving this sweet little town made her sad. She felt a pull to the very earth it sat upon, she sighed putting her chopped vegetables in the mix. Stay until you graduate from this High School at least, she told herself. Then if you want to travel around the world you can, just sit and heal for now.