Gabriella Gilbert || Vampire Diaries

Chapter Sixteen

Edited

"Wait," Elena pauses, "Isobel's alive?!"

"Yeah," I confirm with a small smile of disbelief. "I called her on the phone I stole from the guy and...I heard her. Her voice, Elena. I heard her voice." Elena smiles. "But, she doesn't want us to find her."

Her face beams with happiness. "We should probably get to sleep. We can tell Stefan about it tomorrow," She suggests. I nod in agreement.

"Elena, when are we going to tell him?" I ask. She knows I'm talking about Jeremy.

It takes her a few moments to answer. "When the times right." he turns around and heads back to her room before I can object.

My mind keeps going back to Damon. Of course he was the one that killed our mother. But he didn't know that, how could he? Besides, it's not like she's actually dead.

    God damnit.

    With a string of curse words, I open the window and slowly climb out of it. I lower myself from the ledge before letting it go. "Shit!" I curse once I land on the ground. Damn, that hurt.

    With a small groan of annoyance, I make my way to the freaking Salvatore Boarding House.

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"What are you doing here?"

    "I'm sorry," I apologize, avoiding eye contact. He raises an eyebrow, urging me to continue. "You didn't know Isobel was my...mother, and I shouldn't be mad at you for that."

"It's okay," he reassures, a ghost of a smile forms, "But why are you here at midnight?" He asks. It's midnight? I check my phone and sure enough it is.

"I didn't know it was that late. Sorry if I woke you up."

"Again, It's fine. Do you want to come in?" He asks.

"I mean, I should probably get ho—"

"You'll just get in trouble for sneaking in." Solid point. Noticing my look of defeat, he opens the door wider and let's me in. I walk inside and notice all the empty bottles on the table. "You haven't been sleeping, have you?"

"Nope," He says, popping the P. He plops down on the couch.

I sit on the couch as well, careful not to sit too close. "You never found or who your date was at the Grill."

He gives a lazy smile. "I think I have an idea who it was though," He says. He pours himself a glass before downing its contents. "Want some?"

"No thanks. I'm good," I reply. I lean my head back against the incredibly comfy couch. "So, Isobel's a vampire."

"How do you know?"

"I got the compelled guy's phone and called her. She doesn't want to see Elena or me."

"She sucks," Damon slurs out.

"You look and sound like you're about to pass out," I comment before standing up, "I'll take the consequence for sneaking inside my own house."