for•bid•den dop•pel•gäng•er
/fər'bidn/ ~ /'däpəl,gaNGər/
adjective ~ noun
((not allowed; banned)) ~ ((an apparition or double of a living person))
•a banned living double
•an apparition or double of a living person that was not allowed to exist
Aly...
"Have you even talked to Bonnie?" I asked Caroline, as we walked towards the school.
"No, I'm mad at her. She needs to make the first move," Caroline replied.
Caroline scoffed. "Ugh, impossible in her presence."
"Why are you so pissed at her anyways?" I asked.
"She's a thief, that's why!" Caroline exclaimed, angrily flailing her arms around her. I gave her a questionly look. "I gave her my necklace and she refuses to give it back. It's a matter of principle."
I sigh. "All right. Well, I tried. I'm officially out of it."
"Good," Caroline grinned triumphantly. "Your turn. Where's Stefan and Elena? Have you talked to them?"
"I'm kinda avoiding Elena and Stefan is avoiding me...and Elena," I stated, nonchalantly.
"Why?"
I hesitate as I think of what to say. "...It's complicated." The bell rings. "I'll see you later."
"Bye."
I trudged into history class, immediately noticed Stefan's seat was empty. I seated myself into my desk and set my textbooks on my desk.
My mind wondered off, wondering why Stefan isn't here. Thinking if Stefan actually went along with his idea to kill Damon. Or did they leave town?
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a tall and, might I add, attractive man enters the classroom. He had light brown hair, that was neatly combed and blue eyes shining with enthusiasm. He also had a pale complextion, with a slight stubble on his chin, jaw, and cheek.
"Good morning everyone. Alrighty," the man said, removing his jacket and makes his way to the blackboard. He grabs a piece of white chalk and began writing. "Alaric Saltzman," he said, pointing at his name, that he has writt,"en. "It's a mouthful, I know. It doesn't exactly roll of the tongue. But, Saltzman is of German origins. My family immigrated here in 1755 to Texas," he took a pause. "I however was born and raised in Boston. The name Alaric belongs to a very dead great-grandfather, that I will never be able to thank enough. You'll want to pronounce 'Al/a/ric' but it's 'A/lar/ic,' ok? So, you can call me Ric. I'm your new history teacher."
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Bonnie was explaining to us about her dreams. "And then, I ended up at the remains of the old Fell's church before I woke up back in the woods."
"And you always see your ancestors Emily?" Elena asked.
"Mmm. Do you believe in ghosts?" Bonnie suddenly asks us.
I nodded without hesitation. "Two weeks ago I'd say no, but now..."
"Because I think I'm being haunted."
"I don't get it. Why Emily?" I asked.
"Grams said she was a powerful witch back in the Civil War days, and that this medallion was hers. a witch's talisman," Bonnie exclaimed.
