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99|| Abbie 🧁

Abbie

I feel like a fraud as I walk into the Salvatore house. Not just a fraud, but a failure. I'm one of the original vampires. I'm one of the oldest and arguably the most controlled out of all my siblings.

I should have no problem teaching a new vampire the ropes. Yet, with Derek, I find myself wanting to rip my hair out and slam my head into a wall. If he's not fighting me tooth and nail, he's just not getting the concept of something.

I keep telling myself this is why I don't turn anyone, but the reality is, I don't turn unless absolutely necessary. Derek was absolutely necessary.

It still doesn't stop the unwanted feelings of regret. If I hadn't done it, he would be dead. Haidyn's dad would be dead and I would be a widow.

This isn't about my ego or anything like that, but I can't imagine putting her through that or myself. Call it selfish, but I wish he would understand that the decision wasn't easy for me, like accepting this lifestyle isn't easy for him.

I lead the way through the house, heading for the back gardens where I know they'll be. Thankfully the house went back into Damon and Stefan's name, so we had to avoid the whole being invited in part. Which reminds me, I need to put my house in a different name to offer a little more protection for Haidyn.

"You seem at home here." Derek mumbles, following me down the hallway. "Stefan and I are good friends. I actually lived here for four years back in the 1860's."

"Is that when you fell for them?" I ignore him and his obvious taunt and probing for information. He does that a lot lately and I'm sure it's just a reason to pick an argument. We do that a lot nowadays.

Opening the glass door, I motion him out first. He stands there, glaring at me. I return it, telling him with my eyes that now isn't the time nor the place and we have much bigger things to worry about.

I'm not sure if he got the message or just gave up. Likely the former since he doesn't seem to let anything go anymore. He bottles it up and saves it to use it when things are already escalating. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's picked up on a few of Klaus' bad habits in the few short trips we've had there.

Stalking over to Stefan on the bench, he comes to a halt and proceeds to plant his feet and cross his arms, glaring at him. So glad we could get off to a great start.

Approaching them, readjusting Haidyn on my hips and sighing, I go over to Stefan and greet him with a hug. "Hey Stef. Reading anything good?" He releases me with a smile, holding up the book in his free hand, showing me the cover.

"Just God of Fury. Have you read it yet?" I shake my head. "Read God of Malice and Killian reminded me too much of Klaus and had to stop." He chuckles, shaking his head, as he drops the book between us on the bench.

Reaching over to grab Haidyn, I scan the yard for Damon. When I don't find him, I frown, looking back at him. "Where's Damon? I thought he was helping?"

"Is that the only reason you want him here?" Derek speaks for the first time since we've been out here. I look at him, before rolling my eyes and looking back at Stefan. Stefan cocks an eyebrow, before I wave him off.

"Should I text Elena or Caroline to babysit?" I ask, but Stefan doesn't get a chance to answer. "You would really trust Vampire Barbie to teach your husband?" Damon's voice drips of disapproval as he passes Derek.

Derek's eyes narrow on me, not sparing a glance at Damon, as if waiting for me to correct him. I mean.. is he wrong? Once the papers are signed, he'll no longer be my husband. I'm not sure where this jealousy/possessiveness is coming from, but it's from his own doing.