Old Lover's And Mind Earaser's (Salvatore sister)

Chapter 8: Rolling eyes

Chapter 8:

Stefan was still talking with Elena and I don’t know whether that’s a bad thing or a good thing. Either way at least we’ll know where her heads at. I just hope she takes him back, Stefan already lost Katherine, and he can’t lose Elena too.

“You know if someone came in here they would think you were dead.” Chris says coming into my room. At the moment I am laying on my back staring at the roof.

“I am dead.” I state simply.

He fell silent as he walked over and sat on the bed. “How were you turned?... into a vampire I mean.” He asks lying down next to me.

I sigh and close my eyes. “I don’t remember... Anything past 16 is a blank for me.” I answer looking over at him.

“Do you ever wonder what happened during those 2 years?” he asks quietly turning to me too.

“Sometimes…” I admit looking into his electric blue eyes.

“What do you think you might have missed?” he asks.

“What is this 20 questions?” I ask sarcastically but his face was still serious, I sighed and looked back up to the ceiling. “I don’t think I missed anything, my life was relatively boring… well until I was turned I guess.”

“And you don’t know who turned you?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No.”

It was a comfortable silence for a while until he sighs and gets up looking down at me. “Were leaving go get ready.” he commands getting up then grabs my hands making me sit up.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Out.” He answer’s simply.

“I’m not leaving unless you tell me where were going.” I state crossing my arms and holding my chin high daring him to challenge me.

He stared into my eyes challenging me right back. “You’re going.”

“But I don’t want to!” I whined plopping back down on my back.

“Does it look like I care?” he asks sarcastically.

I look up at him and say “Well…” trailing off playing around.

Chris rolls his eyes and walks over to my dresser picking out a pair of faded jean shorts and a tank top throwing it at me. “Put this on, then shoes and meet me in the foyer. Got it?” she orders.

This time I roll my eyes. “Yes sir.” I fake solute.

He chuckles walking out of the room while I put on the gray tank top and shorts but put on a blue, black and white plaid shirt keeping the buttons undone then my studded boots walking out the door and down stairs where Chris is waiting reading a book on one of the couches. When I made it down stairs he looks up and looks at what I’m wearing, looking me up and down thoroughly.

“I’m ready.” I say snapping his eyes back to mine.

“Thank you captain obvious.” He says getting up and putting the book aside.

“Your welcome lieutenant sarcasm.” I shoot back rolling my eyes. “You know I haven’t rolled my eyes this much in about 30 years.  You guys are bad for my health.” I say sticking my tongue out at him.

“I could say the same.” he comes back with as we exit the house making our way to his amazing car.

“Well it’s not my fault that you have a weird eyes twitch thing.” I say sarcastically and getting into the Audi R8.

“You are so weird.” He mumbles playfully glaring at me as he starts the car the engine coming to life.

“I’m sure you’ve see weirder in your wonderful life.” I say only half sarcastically.

“Well there was that one girl that had polka dots all over her and a beard, walking around with a moose trailing behind her while she ate a pineapple.” He says, and I look at him with wide eyes until I burst out laughing.

“That actually happened?” I asked after I calmed down.

“No.” He says “But it will.” with determination on his face. “And then I will have a full life.”

“And you say I’m the weird one.” I mumble but he hears it chuckling.

After a long silence I turn up the radio as Run devil run by Ke$ha comes on and I sing along to it in perfect harmony.

“You know I can’t stand this so called music.” He says scrunching up his nose in disgust at the music.

“Hey! It’s not bad. I love this song.” I say looking at him wide eyed, then smirk turning the music up louder. He glared at the road and holding the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles turned white.

“Okay that’s enough of that.” He says turning the radio off. While I lean back in my chair laughing.

“So you’re the old fashion type?” I ask smirking at him.

“Not really, it’s just that I have a good taste in music.” He states and I him on the shoulder with the back of my hand. Hard. Causing him to wince in pain.

“No hitting the driver.” He reprimands looking at me playfully.

“Yes dad.” I say.

“Do I look like your dad?” he asks sarcastically.

“Well…” I say again still smirking.

He groans hitting his head on the back of the seat. “You are a mean little girl aren’t you?” he asks.

“I’m not mean, I’m just creative.”

“Sure you are.” He rolls his eyes. Wow I guess he was right.

“So when are you going to tell me where were going?” I ask changing the subject.

He sighs giving up, then answers. “It’s a party someone’s having.”

“Why are you taking me there?” I ask confused while he looks at me as if it were obvious.

“There’s going to be a lot of people there.” When I didn’t get it he went on. “Drunk. And looking for a good time. Which is where we come in and drink their blood. Because you seriously need to drink.” He explains.

“Ohhhhh.” I say as it dawned on me what we are doing.

“Yeahhhhh.” He says making fun of me. I stick my tongue out at him again and he laughs, turning into a rich kid kind of neighborhood.

“You know I never really liked people.” He grumbles turning up to the Lockwood house, which had cars all around it and music blaring from the inside.

“Then why did you bring me here?” I ask not really wanting to be here either.

“Because you haven’t fed and you need more than just blood bags.” He states turning the ignition and opening the door getting out.

“I’m fine.” I grumble and get out too.

“Shall we?” he asks holding out his arm for me.

“Whatever.” I grumble again hooking my arm, ignoring the feel of his skin on mine as we made it into the house filled with drunk teens.