Angel Petrova

Smiling through the tears

Angel's POV

   I sat in front of my slightly cracked oval mirror. Running my fingers through my long, curly blonde hair, I stared at my reflection with blank eyes and grabbed my make-up bag.

My hands moved robotically, painting my eyelids with black eyeshadow.  I lazily drew winged lines over my lids with my usual bold, black eyeliner, then added sparkly blue eyeliner under my waterline. I covered my mirror back up with the cloth that sat on my side, then glanced out the small window.

Cold wind explored my room with contempt. The night sky was empty, no stars in sight. An emotionless smile flashed across my face.  Taking a deep breath, I walked out of my room and shut my door. While flipping the light on in the kitchen, my eyes analyzed the clock. 3:30 A.M.  Keeping up with my schedule, I drifted towards the end cabinet. My eyes glazed over as I took everything out of the cabinet and then put them back in. Straitening them perfectly, while doing so and continuing the process throughout the kitchen. When finished I looked at the clock. 5. Right on time. 

Nodding my head, I glided over towards the living room and lifted a small portion of the carpet, then removed a small, wooden box. Lifting the chess board out, I placed the pieces in the proper places then stared at the board. The set was one of a kind. It had been mine all throughout my multiple life times. The chess pieces were all grey. Carved from an ancient glass. There was one queen. 6 kings. The rest were pawns. 

I traced the figure of the queen that had opals for eyes. Her lips were painted black and her curly, glass hair flowed stiffly down her back. She held a book in her hands. A book that I had in my possession. It was the Venenum. My Venenum. The book held all of my knowledge. The book held all of my secrets and lies. All of my truths. In other words, it held everything. I set her down towards the corner and studied the battle once more.  The board was made of red ashes. There were no squares, just a crimson surface. I moved the two kings, who had rubies for eyes, forward, towards the queen, and I set the pawns along the boarders. I nodded my head in satisfaction as the 3 kings with golden eyes stayed rested in the opposite corner of the queen, and the king with emerald eyes remained in the other secluded corner.

 "Well, well, well." A humorless chuckle escaped my chapped lips. "The Salvatores have come." My weary eyes inspected the show some more. "I see..." My mind raced with situations. "For the ripper seeks my sister, and the broken seeks revenge. How the tides have turned..."  My head nodded unconsciously, as I whispered to myself. "It is not wise for the blind man to swim, my lovelies. I thought I taught you better than that." My eyebrows furrowed, as I frowned. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." I shook my head in disapproval. "Your choice," I shrugged.  Clearing the board, I placed the pieces gently in  the box, then returned the small chest to its rightful place. A stream of sunlight smiled into the room. 7 A.M. I felt the aura of Aunt Jenna waking up, so started making coffee. This was a daily routine.

"Good Morning, Angel." Jenna grinned at me, used to my early morning presence. I acknowledged her with a curt nod, then poured a cup of coffee. After adding three spoons of sugar, three spoons of creamer, and three small pinches of chili powder to the steaming cup of caffeine, I took a seat at the counter. When I heard the light foot steps of my deceitfully happy sister march down the stairs, my vision blurred as I blocked out the outside world. I was snapped out of my mind when I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders. "Love you, Angel," Jeremy whispered. I patted his hand comfortingly with a blank look. Elena looked at the scene with a pitiful frown, as the Gilbert boy released me and marched out of the house, ignoring my brunette twin. She looked at me accusingly.

 "Why does he do that to me? I'm just trying to help him!" I shrugged uncaringly. Elena huffed in annoyance and trudged outside. "Bonnie's here," was the last thing she said to me before slamming the door. I collected the three mugs that remained and washed them quickly. Grabbing my bag, I walked to my car, that I had saved up for, and drove to school. With a detached smile, I turned the radio on and turned up the music. The song Feeling Good echoed throughout the streets, as a drove to the beginning of war.