Following their mother's death, Yvette and Amelie find themselves in Mystic Falls, Virginia for brief peace from the people who are after them. In Mystic Falls, peace isn't what awaits them, but perhaps there are worse fates.
~~Slow updates~~
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"No/Yes." Yvette and Amelie said at the same time.
Bonnie nodded, her expression dropped a little bit. She assumed Yvette was angry with her.
"You two should have fun," she told them. "I want to stay in today."
Amelie nodded and sighed, grabbing Bonnie's hand. "Let's go."
Yvette took in a breath and grabbed the two plates, returning to where Damon was.
"Here," she said as she gave Damon his plate.
Damon eyed her, noticing the change in attitude. "What got you so down so quickly?"
Yvette looked at him, wide eyed. "Since when did you become so perceptive!"
"I've always been, you just never noticed."
"I wanna have fun, Damon," Yvette said matter-of-factly. "Take me on one of your evil plans."
Damon smirked. "Let's go murder some civilians."
"Not that evil, Damon," she told him. "We're not murdering anyone."
"What's the fun in that?" Damon rolled his eyes.
"You, Damon Salvatore, enjoy the power and thrill of feeding, compelling then killing." Yvette began. "I, on the other hand, enjoy the control of torture and dismemberment." She tilted her head, remembering something. "But dismemberment's out of style if you're not going to kill them."
Damon looked at her, shocked. In all the time he had known her, she had never said anything like this. She'd done it but never unabashedly admitted to enjoying it.
"You're a crazy person," Damon told her. "A psychopath."
"Why, thank you, Damon." She smirked, hoping to have effectively made him uncomfortable.
"So when are we going to torture someone, psycho?"
Yvette chuckled. He was still willing to stay with her. "Did we just become friends?" She wondered aloud.
