When Nightmares Become Reality

Chapter 5

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I braced myself for what I thought was about to happen. I closed my eyes. I couldn't bare to watch, but I just can't stand here. I heard something fall to the ground and I opened my eyes. The man dropped the stake. Out of nowhere, Chris showed up and tackled the man. I watched as Chris pinned the man on the wall and Jeremy picked the stake off the ground and stabbed the man right through the heart. He quickly desiccated. His pale skin rapidly faded to a blue gray color. His veins were completely visible. All his muscle and fat was gone. In five seconds he turned into a pile of ash. I couldn't tare my eyes away. I stood there as if I was in a trans. I couldn't move or speak. My mind was racing. There too much to even begin to think about. I can't even process what just happened. I stared at the ash pile.

"What the hell? Can you three be any louder. I have the world's worst hangover and my sleep was disturbed by you idiots," my thoughts were interrupted by Sam, "Well." Her foot tapped impatiently. Chris walked over to her and started talking. I heard his voice but I didn't hear his words. Jeremy now stood in front of me. He looked at me as if he was waiting for a melt down or for me to start shouting or something, but I just stood there like a manikin.

"Are you okay," he spoke after a long minute. His voice was overflowing with concern. I managed to pull my eyes away from the pile of ash to look at him.

"I, I'm," I started but stopped. How could I answer that? I just saw my boyfriend and brother kill a man who tried to kidnap me. The man turned to ash. Was he even human? Were Chris and Jeremy okay? What hell just happened? Jeremy pulled me into his arms. He held me tightly. I made no effort to hug him back. I don't even think I could move.

"I'm so sorry," Jeremy murmured to me repeatedly.

"Well Sam won't go back to sleep until she knows what's going on," Chris sounded exasperated walking out of her room. Sam followed him out of his room complaining and whining.

"Well I suppose now is as good of a time as any other," Jeremy sighed. We all walked down stairs listening to Sam's annoying complaints. We made our way into the kitchen. Jeremy started making coffee.

"Well," Sam said impatiently. Chris sighed. He looked as if he was trying to find the right words to say. He looked at Jeremy silently asking for help. Jeremy took a deep breath. I could tell he was trying to figure out where to start.

"Who was that man," my barely audible voice spoke. I winced at the sound of my own voice. It was so shaky it didn't sound like me. I looked up to see if anyone heard me, since no one spoke right away. Sam gave me her best what the hell face, but I ignored her. I looked between Jeremy and Chris awaiting an explanation.

"He was a vampire," Chris finally spoke. It all connected now. Everything made since, except for the fact he was after me.

"And I'm guessing you guys are too," it sounded more of a statement then question. I couldn't look away from Jeremy. My eyes stared into his brown eyes.

Jeremy nodded, "Yeah we are."

"That's so cool," Sam spoke. Her voice flowed with excitement, "Wait, Chris, when did you become a vampire and why didn't you tell us? We are your sisters."

"We aren't exactly blood related. I'm a very old family friend and so is Jeremy. When you guys were born your mother asked us to protect you guys. I posed as your older brother. I stayed at boarding school until freshman year, so you guys wouldn't notice me not growing. Jeremy kept his distance until a couple years ago."

"Why would we need to be protected," the question slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

"Mostly only you, Elena," Jeremy said. Chris gave him a warning look. "We might as well tell them everything," he said to Chris. He turned to look at Sam and me. He took a deep breath and spoke, "You are both witches. Not only are you witches, but you come from the most powerful blood line of witches, the Melrose witches. Elena, you are the most powerful witch in existence now. That's why every evil supernatural being is after you. You have the power to control the universe and so much more."

"Well, what about me," Sam commented annoyed. She looked upset. Her expression even looked a little hostile.

Chris explained, " Well when a witch dies his or her powers go to her eldest child. Elena is older than you Sam. It may only be by a minute, but that's still older."

"But our parents are still alive, right," I wondered. Their silence answered my question. I felt tears form in my eyes and spill out down my face. When did this happen and why didn't they tell us when it did happen? In one swift motion Jeremy moved to my side.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, about everything. I wish I could've protected you better and I wish I could make all of your pain go away" he whispered. He went to swipe a tear away but I pushed his hand back down.

"How could you not tell me, before," I said through my teeth. I thought I could trust him and yet he kept this a secret from me. He opened his mouth to answered, but I spoke, "I thought we told each other everything, no secrets. How come you have never told me? Do you even love me or did my parents tell you to protect me. Is that all I am to you a fragile little girl who needs to be protected? Did any of you stop and think maybe I had the right to know any of this?" I couldn't control myself. I had tears pouring down my face. My mind was all jumbled. How could he do this to me? I felt my heart shatter. I felt betrayed. I prayed I was just having a nightmare.

"What's your problem," Sam shouted angrily at me, "So what, our parents are dead and your vampire boyfriend didn't tell you about this supernatural junk, but you are the most powerful witch like ever. That's amazing. Why can't you see that?" she paused for a minute then looked at Jeremy. "Is Alex a vampire. I saw him last night and it was odd because he moved away after Elena dumped him and i mean he kind of does seem vampire like. So is he?" Why does she care about him. I forced my teary eyes to look at Jeremy. I wondered the answer to this question myself.

When Jeremy didn't answer I pressed him for an answer, "Well is he?" If he was that would explain a lot, actually.

"Yes," Jeremy sighed. There was a hint of anger in his voice. That's when it clicked. That explains why he was so bitter last night when I was talking to Alex. Even more anger grew in my how could Jeremy not tell me any of this? I stood up and headed straight for the door. I can't be in here any longer. I need air. I opened the door and walked down the driveway. Somebody grabbed my arm and spun me around. My face was inches away from Jeremy's.

"Please don't go," he begged, "please for me." I could see the hurt in his eyes, but I just couldn't stay. There were too many emotions going on right now. My gut told me I could still trust him, but I felt betrayed. He lied to me and that's all I could think about right now. Whether they were protecting me or not, I had the right to know. I knew if I stayed I would do or say something I would regret.

"I can't," I whispered.

"Then let me go with you."

"No, not now. I just can't stay. My parents just died recently I assume, last night I'm guessing, the supernatural world is after me, I'm the most powerful witch, you're a vampire, and all this was kept a secret from me until now. I'm really just upset and hurt and need to clear my mind. Staying here would be a huge mistake." It hurt me to see the heart break in his eyes when I said that, but it was how I felt. "Take care," I whispered. My voice was shaky. I can't believe I said that. I pulled out of his arms. I looked over my shoulder. He stood there.

"Elena," he begged in one last attempt, "where are you even going to go. This is your home."

"I don't know," I admitted, "I will be back later, I promise, but just let me go and get my thought together and please, don't follow me, please." I walked away, not bothering to look back. Tears were all over my face. I needed to get away.