CENTURIES, stefan salvatore [1]

Isobel

CHAPTER 13: ISOBEL

Mystic Falls High School

Natalie, Stefan, Elena and Alaric were in the history classroom. They were all visibly shaken. Each one more then the previous.

Stefan was the one who wasn't that affected. He was worried, sure. But the matter didn't affect him personally. Then there was Elena. She was shook to her very core. She was scared, worried, slightly hopeful. But, mostly, she had no idea how to feel. Alaric was confused. It doesn't sound that bad, but he was confused in the worst way possible. The way that all the bad and nauseating feelings he could think of all mustered into one, but still were so far apart, that he was confused about how to feel.

Natalie had it the worst. She knew that it was coming. She wasn't stupid. Every sign leaded to it, and every moment had told her it would happen. But she wasn't ready. But at the same time, she knew that she was never going to be ready. So as she felt the emotions pile onto one another, she kept a blank face. She couldn't decided if she was angry, sad, happy or hopeful. Maybe, she wasn't meant to decide. Maybe she was supposed to live in this eternal circle of darkness and confusion. But she couldn't. She wouldn't let herself.

And neither would Stefan.

At that moment, the door opened and all the faces in the room turned to see who it was, Thankfully it was exactly who they were hoping for. Damon Salvatore.

"Damon, thanks for coming." Alaric sighed.

"Sorry, I'm late, dog ate my..." Damon trailed off jokingly before his eyes wandered over the mixed emotions on the others' faces. "Uh, never mind. What's with all the furrowed brows?"

"I saw Isobel last night." Alaric admitted bluntly making Natalie wince at her mother's name.

Damon's attention was quickly seized as he looked over at Alaric. "Isobel's here? In town?"

His eyesight wandered over to the brunette twin sisters in the room, whom where both looking at the ground before he looked at Alaric again. "Did you ask her about about Uncle John? Are they working together?"

"No." Alaric shrugged.

"No, they're not?"

"No, I didn't ask."

Damon closed his eyes in annoyance at the male hunter. "What about the invention?"

"Didn't ask." Alaric responded.

"Does she know about the tomb vampires?"

"I don't know."

"Did words completely escape you?"  Damon question sarcastically.

"No, I was a little too distracted by my dead vampire wife to ask any questions." Alaric retorted as he narrowed his eyes at the vampire.

Damon rolled his eyes before he looked between Elena and Natalie worriedly. "What did she want?"

"She wants to see us." Natalie spoke up, her voice cracking, but not enough for anyone without supernaturally enhanced hearing to hear it.

"Alaric is supposed to arrange a meeting. We don't know why or what she wants." Stefan elaborated, looking at Elena and Natalie worriedly.

Damon's eyes didn't move as he kept his gaze glued on Elena, even though he was talking to both her and her sister. "You don't have to see her if you don't want to."

Stefan looked between his brother and girlfriend, clearly confused of this act of kindness, worry, emotion, that was so uncharacteristic for Damon. Of course he noticed the way that his brother cared for Elena, if not he wouldn't have done the small acts of bravery he'd done, but as he looked between the pair, he realized that the connection between the two went deeper then he thought.