The Family Jewels ▷ Damon Salvatore [2] [COMPLETED]

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN | LOST MY HEAD

10 COMMENTS THAT DO NOT SAY "UPDATE!"
[MAB IS VERY MEAN AND WON'T UPDATE UNTIL SHE'S 100% SATISFIED WITH THE COMMENTS!!]

Arabella hadn't been one to get involved with the Mystic gang's business, what with Alaric having an evil self, she found it best not to get into it. Yet, when Arabella found out that Damon and his gang were (and still are) in possession of white oak stakes, she found it necessary to get involved. Apparently Mystic Falls hadn't run out of white oak, thus making Arabella and her family extremely vulnerable.

Arabella left the Salvatore Boarding House in a hurry, scowling as she stomped out of the house, reading the text messages Rebekah had sent her.

Apparently there was one stake still out there, hidden by Alaric's evil self. The strawberry-blonde stormed inside her house, spotting Klaus in the living room.

"Where's Rebekah?" Arabella questioned, looking around the house. "I need to talk to her."

"Not home. You might want to check the high school," Klaus replied to her. "Our sister seems to want to play the normal human she isn't."

"At least she has a life, unlike you," Arabella retorted. "What'd you do all day besides brood?"

Klaus glared at her, making the strawberry-blonde turn on her heel and walk out the door. Stealing one of the many cars Klaus had, she drove to the high school in search of her sister. When she walked into the cafeteria, she didn't expect to see Rebekah in charge of the decade dance.

"Rebekah," Arabella called for the blonde.

The blonde glanced at her, but kept her attention on the decor around her. Arabella scowled, marching up to Rebekah, her heels sounding throughout the school.

"Rebekah!" Arabella snapped, now next to the ladder Rebekah was standing on. "Can you step away from your highschool life and talk to me?"

Rebekah rolled her eyes, pursing her lips and climbing down the ladder. "What do you want?"

"I want an explanation to your spam of text messages today," Arabella said, waving around her cellphone to show Rebekah.

"There's still a stake out there. Alaric has one. Your lover-boy and his brother are trying to beat it out of Alaric," Rebekah explained shortly, placing her hands on her hips.

"You do realize that could have been shortened into one long text message?" Arabella asked her with a quirked eyebrow. "Not a spam of fifty ones at the crack of dawn?!"

"Sorry, did I interrupt anything?" Rebekah questioned innocently, batting her eyelashes.

"You're mad at me," Arabella concluded, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched her sister. "You wouldn't have spammed me with messages if you weren't. Why are you mad?"

Rebekah sighed, looking around the cafeteria. She avoided Arabella's eyes for a moment before she glanced back over. Arabella still stood, looking at Rebekah inquisitively.

"You were supposed to help me with this. You chose sleeping in with Damon over helping your sister decorate the dance," Rebekah replied, a pout on her lips.