The Vampire Diaries: I Don't Belong

Starting Over

I Don't belong

By: Britney Alaine E. (casbuttsalvatore)

A delena story in association with It will always be Damon & He's the air she would kill to breathe

Chapter one: starting over

Life with Klaus had just gotten settled for Scarlett. While she was attending school, Klaus had set her up a room in Mikaelson Manor close to his and Caroline's and painted it her favorite color down to the precise shade, Venetian Red. He filled a bookshelf with all her favorites, which were classics such as Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Romeo & Juliet, and he'd bought her three whole cases of music ranging from Ed Sheeran to Artist Vs Poet. There was a large black heart statue that appeared to be dripping blood in a corner of the room and a black lace nightstand in the other that adorned a picture of her snuggling with him and Stefan on the couch once when she was little. He'd filled her closet with 50 pairs of converse in various different colors, 20 sets of heels for formal occasions, 75 casual day dresses, 67 evening gowns, 80 different colors and cuts of skinny jeans and over 100 blouses. Her closet was just as immense as Caroline's, and as Klaus stood back and admired his work he was sure she'd love it.

Klaus had let Scarlett lay out for a bit due to her recent birthday and today was her first day back at school, which had given Klaus the opportunity to do all of this. He had decided long ago that Scarlett was his daughter, and his daughter was going to have nothing but the best if it killed him. Being able to work at vampire speed, Klaus had accomplished all of this by lunch time and was now feverishly working on filling the manor with her favorite snack foods. Even though Scarlett drank blood, both she and Caroline seemed rather fond of Little Debbie Cakes and such, and they were running far too low on those items at the moment to appropriately meet a teenage girls needs.

While Klaus was playing house, Scarlett was proudly eating lunch at the popular table, as she always did. Scarlett was the most popular girl at Mystic High, much like Elena had been in her day before becoming pregnant with Ian. Her golden brown curls were tied up in a ponytail with a maroon colored silk ribbon that matched the the dress she was wearing, which was made of Chiffon and had been a birthday present from Damon. As head cheerleader, she had every boy on the football team at her beck and call, and all of them were currently crowded around her and her friends at their table, attempting to win a date from one of them. This annoyed Ian, who was the only boy allowed at the popular table, and who really didn't like anyone over there apart from his cousin. Maybe tomorrow he'd go sit with that shy little blonde girl at the reject table that absolutely no one talked too, that is, if Scarlett would allow it. Scarlett, as much as Ian loved her, was neurotic and shallow, much like Caroline, which Ian blamed on the fact that both his father and Klaus had never said no to her in their lives. He brushed his long raven hair from his eyes and forced a smile at Scarlett's best friend, Penelope, who was yet again trying to get his attention with her annoying love letters that seemed to get longer and more dramatic by the day. All Ian did was look at the first line "I'm in love love with you" and then fold it and place it in his jacket. He shot her his best impression of his father's "smolder eyes" as he'd heard Elena call it, and smirked.

"Thanks, babe." It worked, she was reduced to a speechless mess and Scarlett was suddenly overly aware of his existence.

"Ian, you're escorting Penelope to the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant this year okay? Since you seem to be flirting with her." Penelope, who was toying with her shoulder length brunette hair flirtatiously, got up and squealed before Ian had a chance to reply.

"Ian Salvatore is taking me to the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant, can you believe it?!" The rest of the cheerleading squad congratulated her and told her how lucky she was, which pissed Ian off. He never said anything though, considering no one at the school had met his fancy yet and he wanted Scarlett to be happy. Of course, as a member of one of the towns founding families, he was expected to attend the Pageant, but he didn't want to be an escort and certainly not to Penelope Fell. Ian sighed in irritation and looked passed the flailing Penelope and the smug Scarlett, gazing at the blonde reject girl he'd thought about earlier.