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𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐓 around a small table at the Grill with Bonnie and Elena. I threw a fry into my mouth as the dark-skinned girl spoke up, "I can't believe you're adopted."
I nodded in agreement, "I never saw that coming."
"And it gets weirder." My twin began, "I looked at our birth certificates. It lists Miranda and Grayson Gilbert as our birth parents. None of it makes any sense."
"Which is why you should ask Jenna." She suggested. "First of all, the Elena I know would always want the real truth, good or bad."
I smirked, "And me?"
The girl chuckled lightly, "I know you. You don't care. But, Elena, you just found out your boyfriend is a vampire, so unless your birthparents are aliens." She trailed off, "How bad could it be?"
The girl stayed silent for a moment, "I have to go to the store. My outfit for the dance is severely lacking accessories." She spoke, changing the subject.
The dark-skinned girl nodded, "I'll pay the bill."
We all stood from our seats and I followed my sister out of the bar, "Thanks, Bon." I called out to her before leaving the building.
I reached into my pocket to pull out my vibrating phone, "Hello?" I spoke into the device, not recognising the number
"Hello, Emelia," A man's voice spoke on the other end.
A frown etched across my face, "Who's this?"
"Your sister hit me with her car," He spoke, his tone making chills run down my spine. I motioned for my sister to hurry up in getting in the car, "You won't get away from me."
I pulled the phone away from my ear and hung up quickly, my sister pulling out of the parking lot as quickly as possible.
𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 driven us to the Salvatore Boarding house after the disturbing phone call. I sat on the couch with my feet propped up on the couch, the older man handing me a glass of bourbon to calm my nerves.
I sighed heavily, "Why me? What does he want with me, and if he's trying to kill me, then why call first?"
The brunette turned to me, "That's because we're predators, Lia. We hunt. We stalk. It's often as exciting as the kill." He turned to his girlfriend, "I want you to take this."
The girl frowned, "This is Jeremy's pocket watch. How did you get it?"
"I took it from Damon, who took it from Logan, who must have taken it from you." He explained.
