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Abbie

Well, last night could've ended worse. Worse thing possible? Peter stabs me with a stake and I have to kill him. I'm not too worried about my name being on the Deadpool. However, I am worried about Stefan and Hope.

When I got home last night, I told Stefan everything that happened. When I brought up him and Hope leaving for a couple of days, he started to worry about me.

I would go with them, but I'm scared that if I leave, it won't go away. At least here, I'll have some idea of what's going on.. hopefully. Hopefully this won't go on long and they'll be able to come home.

I knew leaving Stefan alone with Hope was a slight problem, so I made a phone call. A call I didn't want to make but until everything is settled, it'll have to do. I know Stefan could probably handle it with no problems, but something about knowing he has someone there to help him, helps me. So Avery is meeting him in the Outer Banks.

I probably should've asked why she already had a place set up, but Hope woke up and I still had to pack her bags. I don't like the mixture of emotions I'm having with her leaving or getting on a plane. Knowing she's having to leave because there's a threat against me hurts.

I don't like that it hurts, but it does. I wasn't supposed to get close to her. She's Klaus' daughter, something for him to hold over my head. I didn't want to get close, because this is only temporary. She'll go back home to her parents and I refuse to let that hurt me. He's taken enough from me.

So from now on, I'm only tending to her needs. I play with her, I talk to her, and I change her nappies. We eat constantly and we're still working on a sleep schedule, but Stefan's always there to help. Stefan has been a great buffer between us.

The knock on the front door pulled me from my thoughts before I could spiral. The last thing I want to do is deep dive into my feelings about my niece and our doomed relationship. No matter what decision I make on how involved I am with her life, it hurts. Everything freaking hurts.

I swing the front door open, and suddenly my day gets even worse. I'm ready to slam it back in his face, when he speaks. "At least take your bag before you slam the door in my face." Derek holds out my bag and clothes, his gaze never wavering from mine.

Against my better judgment and every cell in my body screaming to shut up and close the door, I ask the question anyways. "Why did you knock? You could've just left them by the door or I don't know, just burned them." He shoves his hands in his pockets and shrugs.

"If I would've done that, I wouldn't get the chance to apologize to you." I snort, rolling my eyes. If I expected anything from Derek, it wasn't an apology. "Well, I'm sure it was a great apology. Maybe you should try not being a complete ass to begin with." I start to close the door, but once again, he says something that makes me stop.

"Look, I'm not sorry for finding out what you are, but I am sorry for the way you were treated?" I shield half my body against the door, letting out a huff. "Are you? Because I'm sure Peter has had a lot of things to say about me and I know none of them condone an apology."

"Believe it or not, but we usually don't take anything Peter says at face value." I open the door widen and cross my arms over my chest. "He didn't just say what I was, he accused me of murder, Derek. That's not something you should take lightly."

"Have you killed someone?"

"Have you?" I cock an eyebrow. He swallows, probably trying to force out the lie he's about to feed me. "I have." I blink, not really sure what to do with that information. I honestly expected a lie. Was that a lie? It can't be. Who would lie about killing someone?