A Quiet Life in Mystic Falls

Old Faces and Written History

Dear diary,

I just found you again, here is as Caroline has been teaching me 'the tea' of my life post Voldemort. Now I am finding my morals and beliefs questioned on a daily basis. Can I be friends with this monster? Damon hurts people. Hurt me. Killed so many more. But is it my job to try and get him to see the error of his ways just like I gave Voldemort one last chance to change at the end... how many chances do I give him? It's within a vampire's nature to kill... werewolves are cursed with the full moon. How different really is bloodlust? I've seen good in him. Unlike Riddle, even as a child he was evil. Damon is different. I've seen him use blood bags, try and be better for me, for Elena and for his brother. His love for Katherine blinding him, from everything I have heard, she isn't really worth it. Is she the monster lurking in Damon? Can I save him?

Right, I reckon it's catch up time.

First off...

The redhead kept on writing until the little book knew everything that had occurred since she arrived at Mystic Falls. When she was done, she placed the book into her underwear draw, so it would be harder to forget about. Then made her way downstairs.

"Thought I'd make American pancakes; I got a bunch of stuff from the store." He said as he flipped the orangey flat cake.

"Sure," she said eyeing the pancake.

"Come on, it's good. Here try it with this," he said handing her the maple syrup.

"I've had it before... and isn't this, Canadian?"

"Eat your pancake," Alaric grumbled, she laughed at him.

"Uh, Alaric,"

"Yeah,"

"Thanks, you know for yesterday." She said looking down at her plate.

"You got it," he said then clapped his hands. "Now, I am heading to the school to get some work done, I'll have keys on me so do whatever you want ok."

She nodded, prodding the pancake in front of her. As soon as her uncle left she threw it in the bin. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, but after trying the thing several times, she wasn't really a fan.

Grabbing fruit and throwing them in a blender, she drank as she worked, she tidied the house and did some homework, and wrote a letter to Wood. She hoped he was doing well; he had been on the reserve team for a while. In total he had played seven games since he had left in her third year, but he was hitting the age people normally joined the first squad. After she had completed all of her tasks, she smiled looking at the time.

She headed upstairs to go and paint, she had been working on a landscape painting with a waxing moon above the ocean. She didn't move from the canvas until she heard the front door opening. Alaric she smiled putting the paint brush down.

"Hey Ric," she greeted him once he was in her line of sight. She continued down the stairs, as he put down his bag on the sofa.

"Had a little chat with Stefan today, as in vampire Stefan." He said. "He said he guessed that I knew about them, knowing about magic through you."

"What else?"

"By the time we finished talking, the Gilbert journal was missing I don't know who took it but..."

"It's fine," she said smiling at her uncle. "Just let them deal with it, it has nothing to do with us... yet."

He laughed but nodded.

"You know, if you wanna leave Mystic Falls, you came here to –"

"It's ok Ric, and honestly. By the looks of it I reckon I am never going to get that quiet life. Come on let's buff up my pop-culture knowledge."