Abbott's POV:
Tricking Damon was easy, he is soo vanuberl. I rolled my eyes, I rented a hotel room, and took a shower. I washed my hair, getting rid of the fakeness, I stepped out, and realized the only clothing I had was the dress. I sighed, putting it back on, and noticing I had no makeup. Damn it! Not even my red lipstick, I walked outside, and got into my new ferri. I drove to the mall, where I bought at least 100 outfits, then I went to the beauty store, and bought alot of makeup. Mostly lipstick, gotta love that stuff! I walked back to my car, where I threw my bags in the back, and drove back.
When I got into the hotel room, I decided to wear a pair of skinny jeans, a neon pink shirt that had shinings on the front. With a white jacket over top, then a pair of white heels, I walked into the bathroom. My hair was in curls that surroded my face wonderfully, I ran my hands though it, and smiled. I puckered my lips, rubbing on the lipstick. It was blood red, that made my lips look just amazing. Then masacra, and winged eyeliner. I smiled at my reflection, about to step out my new phone started to buzz. I looked at the caller ID. I haven't had any numbers in there, I answered.
"Yes?" I asked, looking at my nails, and deciding on a getting my nails done.
"Where are you?" it was Niklaus, I sat foreward, and smiled.
"Wouldn't you like to know." I smiled, putting my arm behind my head, and laying back. "Where are you?" I asked.
"Did you really switch it off?" Niklaus asked.
"Why would you suddenly care?" I asked him.
"Listen come to the Salvatore house, and I'll explain everything." Niklaus pushed.
"I'm good. I think I'll go eat, then come back, and watch some TV. Possibly past out? So many possiblies." I laughed, "Hey do you know how much a tattoo cost's these days?" I asked. "Wait don't answer, I'll figure it out."
"Please, Abbott. Come over." Niklaus begged.
"Go to hell Niklaus." I hung up, I blocked that number, and threw my phone on to the bed. I stood up, changing my jacket, and putting on my red one. I changed my neon pink shirt, for a very low cut black one, and kept the same skinny jeans. I grabbed my ID, when I searched my pokects, and found an old ID. From a man I killed one time I was here. I threw it onto the desk, I'll check it later. I thought, stepping outside, and smelling the breeze.
I walked to the nearst bar, which wasen't that far. As I entered, I locked the door behind me, and neared a man. He smiled at me, I blushed, well acted like I did. "What's you're name pretty lady?" he asked, he was drunk. I turned to face him, a small smile playing on my lips, as my lips neared his ear.
"You're worst nightmare." after that I ripped out his thoat, while the others tried to get out. I finished him in a matter of seconds, turning to the other people. "You're turn!" I ran at them, I drained everyone of them as they tried to escape. I wouldn't let anyone live, as I drank the last of the last person. I dropped him, the last was now quite, and full of dead drained bodies. I licked my lips, that were dripping with blood, and neared the bar.
Where I took about five botttels of achole off the shelve. I slid off the bar, when I heard one person tak in a deep breath. I neared the scent of the blood, I could still there hearts beating, and as I got closer. The beats picked up, I threw a dead body of off the person, and pulled her up by her hair. "Please don't kill me, I'm only 17!" the girl cried, I frowned at her, and shook my head.
"I don't care." I said, biting her neck. I heard her scream, as I sucked away her life. After I killed her, I dug for her wallet a fake ID. That explains it, I then went around to everyone, collecting there wallets. When that was done, I walked out, and ran back to the hotel room. Where I took out all there wallets, 25 wallets. I took there wallets, for remeberance I guess. And plus that's one way I get my money. I sighed, opening one of the bottels, and taking a gulp. I sat down, searching there wallets, after 30 mintues. I had collected over $300! I feel rich.
I threw the other stuff away, besides there IDs. Just something I did. Don't ask me why, as I laid on the bed, I turned the TV on. The night was pretty boring, since I no one else, and had no one to call. While I was sitting there, the TV start to flicker, and then it went out. I jumped up, "Stupid cheap ass TV!" I cursed it out.
"Abbott." I heard a little voice whisper, I spun around, and saw him. There stood Jonas, his skin pale, and his bloody wound showing. "What have you become?" he asked me.
"Jonas?" I asked, my eyes watering as I felt some thing start to start up once more. "How?" I asked, on the verge of tears.
"I can't just let you waste this gift you've gotten." Jonas spoke.
"This isn't a gift, it's a curse." I cried, I'm starting to turn them on, as I starred at him. Sadness was what I felt at the moment, starring at him.
"Stop." Jonas paused, "Damon Salvatore loves you Abbott. Go back to him. Or else you will die." Jonas said.
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"For those who have done bad, must come home." Jonas pointed down.
"Did you do something bad?" I asked.
"I killed someone." Jonas said, not blinking. "I shoved one of my friends off a cliff, and killed him. That's why I'm a werewolve." I started to sob harder, as I starred at him, and knew what he was saying was true. Jonas had a friend, they went out one day, and the child went missing. Jonas was never the same after that, he was always gone on full moons with pappa. Thinking it was because he had to watch the goats, I didn't ask questions. But he killed him, which meant he was a werewolve. "Don't make me take you home, Abbott." Jonas said. Then he disappered, I screamed out as he disappered.
"No!" I shouted, I got changed into a pair of really comfy PJ bottoms, and drove over to Damons. I knocked on the door, Damon opened it, and I hugged him. He didn't hug back, leaving me feel lonely. "I turned them on, I'm serious this time." I whispered. "I have to tell you what happened to me." I cried, Damon hugged back, and held me tight.
"Tell me." he demanded.
"Uh, well Jonas showed up." I sobbed, "He told me that he was a werewolve. My baby brother killed someone, and that uh I need to be myself or else he will have to kill me. But that wasen't why I turned them on, he told me that you loved me..." I paused, "Is that true?" I asked him, Damon starred down at me, and kissed me.
"Of course," Damon whispered, I kissed him back, and we stood there our lips not seprating.
"Do you two mind?" I heard Stefan shout, we pulled away. I was blushing while Damon was smiling. When a bloud caught my eye, I saw Caroline as she dropped whatever she was holding, and zoomed away. I zoomed infront of her.
"Stop." I said, holding her shoulders. "I'm sorry, I really am truly sorry." I hugged her, Caroline hugged me back, and we stood there for a few moments. Whenever I saw Niklaus. "Excuse me!" I ran him, he turned to me, and caught me in his arms. We twirled around, laughing, and smiling. "Niklaus I'm sorry, I'm a terrible twin sister." I laughed.
"No, I'm a terrible twin brother. Would you like to join me in New Orleans?" Niklaus asked. I turned to Damon.
"I think I might stay here, hey I'll vist!" I smiled.
"Bring Caroline with you." Niklaus joked, I laughed, and hugged him.
"Of course." I smiled. We stood togther like this for a little while, before Niklaus kissed me on the forehead, and said he has to go. I frowned, feeling myself want to cry more, but I was then in Damon's arms. "I love you Dan Salvatore." I said against his fine chest, Damon smiled at me, and ran his hands though my hair.
But I had a feeling in my gut that this wasen't over, not by a long shot.
Author's Note:
Warning, the next few chapters may be a little boring, I'm sorry, i'm just slowly working my way up to the climax, and whatever. Also there will be a s-e-x scene soon between Abbott, and Damon! So keep reading, and uh yeeahhh! Thank you all!
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