Annabelle Mikaelson, known as Annabelle Denver in Mystic Falls, has been a vampire for centuries. After finally having enough of her Uncle, she travels to Mystic Falls, where she then meets some of her closest friends and all-time crush. However, as...
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Annabelle
I AWOKE WITH a groan, attempting to reach up to rub my sore neck. Since Damon snapped my neck, it was stiff. When my eyes focused on where I was, I realized I certainly wasn't in the Lockwood house.
Confused, I registered the burning in my wrists. I gasped, looking down to notice that I was tied to a chair. "Well, look who is awake."
My head snapped up when I heard Stefan. I saw him leaning against the door frame, staring at me. Wherever we were, it was an old abandoned place. I could tell based on the empty room and cobwebs littered all over the walls.
"What's going on?" My voice was hoarse and I groaned as I tugged against my restraints.
"You can't get out of them. They're laced in vervain," Stefan told me and I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
"What?"
"Yeah, you see," Stefan walked over to me, pulling out a syringe from his pockets. I watched him closely. "I know you are one of the only ones Klaus truly cares about. And, well, I want revenge against him."
"So you kidnapped me?" I asked in disbelief. He grinned, leaning over me. With one swift moment, he stabbed the syringe in my leg and I tipped my head back, screaming as he injected vervain into me. "W-What is wrong with you?"
"Me?" Stefan let out a harsh laugh, tossing the syringe to the side. "I'm perfectly fine." He pulled out a stake, which I had no idea where he got it from, and stabbed me in the stomach. Just as quickly as he had staked me, he ripped it out. The wound healed quickly, one of the many perks.
"This isn't you," I said quietly, looking up at him through tears.
"Oh, but it is," Stefan told me, crouching down as he grasped my hand. "This is the true me." A beam of light seeped through the sliver of a window at the top of the wall and when Stefan pulled off my daylight ring, it burned.
A scream tore through my lips as my skin sizzled and burned, blisters appearing. He slipped my ring back on after a few moments of agony, allowing my skin time to heal. "Why are you doing this?"
"I told you, revenge. Besides, I can use you against him," Stefan shrugged, stepping back before gripping the blood stake he held in his right hand tighter. In a swift movement, he stabbed it into my leg. I let out a whimper as I watched him.
"I want to go home," I said, a tear streaming down my face. "I-I want to see Jeremy and my aunt."
Stefan laughed, his hands resting on my knees as he leaned closer to me, a grin on his face. "About that. Elena staked your aunt and Jeremy is on his way to Denver right now."
"You're lying," I said, observing his face for any sign that it was a lie.
"Am I?" he tipped his head to the side, peering down at me. Eventually, he shrugged before standing up. "I guess you'll never know."
***
I struggled against the restraints all night but eventually gave up after rubbing my wrists raw. My body craved blood seeing as I hadn't drank any blood before homecoming.
The next morning, or afternoon, Stefan came back with another dagger and a knife. "Come to make me suffer?"
"You know it's nothing against you," Stefan said. The stake from yesterday was still in my leg, preventing it from healing.
"Sure," I chuckled harshly. "You want revenge against my uncle, which you've told me a million times." Stefan smiled, leaning up to drag the knife down my cheeks. My entire body tensed as I felt the familiar burn of vervain on it. I tried to jerk away but being tied down was preventing me. "Stefan, stop. Please."
"Mm, I could stop," Stefan pulled the knife away from me before unexpectedly driving the stake into the leg that didn't already have one. "But I don't want to."
He crouched down in front of me, jamming the knife into my stomach. I flinched, biting my lip hard. "This isn't you, Stefan. The Stefan I know, he's...he's kind and compassionate. He cares about people well beings and he helps new vampires control themselves. H-He smiles and laughs when people talk to him. And he hates when I buy coffee because it puts me on a caffeine high."
"You don't know me anymore," Stefan snapped, twisting the knife in my stomach. My hands clenched the edge of the chair tightly. "You lied to me, you let your uncle hurt Elena."
"I didn't let him," I growled, jerking forward as I attempted to lunge at him, though it was useless. "I had no idea he was coming after her."
"Sure," Stefan nodded before taking the knife out. I let out a sigh of relief as it slowly healed. He put the blade under my chin, the cold metal stinging my exposed skin, tilting my head to look at him. "What's in the locked coffin?"
"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows, confused at what he was talking about. In a burst of anger, he jabbed the knife into my shoulder, earning a pain-filled scream. Stefan leaned closer, his face coming towards my neck on the opposite side of the knife.
"Maybe if you were a little...weaker, you would be willing to talk."
"Stefan-" I let out a gasp as his fangs pierced my neck, sucking the blood from me. I jerked around under him, attempting to pull away but I couldn't move far. Finally, as a wave of dizziness passed through me and my eyes threatened to flutter shut, Stefan stopped, wiping his mouth on his leather jacket.
"I'll ask again," Stefan's hand gripped the handle of the knife stuck in my neck before he tore it out. "Who is in the locked coffin? I know what's in two of them, but one is locked."
"I'm not telling you shit," I scowled at him, earning an angry stare. After a moment, he ruthlessly stabbed me in the stomach again.
"Stefan, please, you don't have to do this," I protested weakly, my head rolling to the side as it took too much energy to hold it up. "I'm not telling you what's in my coffin so leave it be."
"No." Stefan narrowed his eyes at me, pulling the knife out halfway before dragging it across my stomach. It left a deep cut gushing blood, but as soon as the knife was pulled out, my body began the healing process. I was weak from loss of blood so the healing would take much longer. "Fine. Well, I'm going to need you to stay quiet while I have some...guests."
"You know," Stefan looked up at me, a mysterious look in his eyes. "For an original vampire, you're the weak link. You heal slow, your speed isn't as fast, and you constantly need someone to protect you."
"That's not true," I argued.
"Sure it is. I had to save you from the fire, Damon had to save you after I tried drinking your blood, and your uncle had to save you after I stabbed you with wood. I mean, really, the list could go on," Stefan laughed and I couldn't help but realize he was right. I did need everyone to save me and I was as weak as a normal vampire, if not more."
"Fuck you," I spat but he kept a smile on his face, stuffing a rag into my mouth.
"I just need to make sure you don't make a peep or I'll go after your little boyfriend. They can't find you, not yet," Stefan explained, closing the door behind him as he left.
