Damon. or Stefan. I don't know which one. But i knew one thing: the blue eyed man in front of me was the exact same man inside the picture that had shocked me. He was not the exact same man though. The man in the image seemed happy and fun, but this man seemed erratic, lost and almost scared. His skin looked dead.
Something was wrong with him.
I stood up from my position.
I was taught by Father Daniels, that even if though being an Assassin means doing the job yourself, you should never forget about the innocence around you, everyone matters and deserves to live. This man in front of me was no exception to that.
Walking closer to the bloodshot eyed man, i asked him his name, "Excuse me, sir, what is you're name?" i tried to look calm and not opposing to the man. He looked like he would do anything in that moment.
But i didn't expect what happened next....
He grabbed my face and pursued my lips. Before i knew it, i was lost in his kiss. I was so lost that i didn't even hear Kirtis shout my name. And my temporary deafness was gone as well.
After what felt like a lifetime but also just a few seconds, the man released my face and my lips. My eyes were in shock, but my lips were hungry for more.
I pretended to ignore the kiss.
"Who are you, sir?" my weird accent rang through. It was a mix of British but this weird weird Italian emphasis in it too because of my upbringing by Father Daniels.
The man just stared at me longer in his blue eyes. He was diabolically mad.
Then he started talking again, "I can't believe it's really you, Elena...why did you leave me?!?.....oh but that does not matter now, i love you!" he exclaimed to me like he didn't truly see the reality of the matter.
I was not Elena.
I was not the woman he loved.
I was Averia Gilbert.
"Sir, i'm Averia Gilbert....not Elena" i told him quickly. I just hoped the truth did not pain him. Oh God, did i really say that? A stranger kisses me and i start to care for them. But then i remembered that Father Daniels would know: to care is to have humanity. And humanity is something you should never lose.
John finally entered my conversation with the erratic man.
"Averia, we need to get this man to one of those...one of those" looks like Kritis did not really care about all that occurred in these moments. Like our "almost kiss" and the real one with this stranger.
"Hospital" i remembered from the teachings back at the Moon. Where people were treated for their physical and...mental issues.
This was definitely a mental issue. But from the look of the man's skin it looked physical too.
"Yeah, that..." John began to lead the man out through the door. But failed quickly. The man before John could come to his vicinity, pushed John away and out of the shuttle. Things just got dangerous.
The man had a strength. One that i quickly identified. This changes everything!
The man was a vampire! We were in trouble because by the look of his skin....he had not fed in a very long time.
I moved backwards in the tiny tiny white shuttle.
The blue eyed vampire came closer to me. His eyes still hypnotized by my face. I was scared now. I had not been scared....well ever.
It felt like i had forgotten all my training. All 22 years could not go to waste! I clasped the white compact bag. Opening it quickly, i saw the double swords but i needed more training to use these accurately. So i grabbed a small tranquilizer gun and got ready to attack.
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My Name Is Averia Gilbert
Fanfiction(THE VAMPIRE DIARIES FANFICTION) 2079. The Year Of The Third Petrova Doppleganger. Averia Gilbert. Yes, she also happens to be a Gilbert. In this dark future, Averia knows nothing about her ancestors except for two things: Her mother had abandoned...