Psychotic in French// Kai Parker Fanfic - TVD

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Stronger Than Ever- Raleigh Ritchie

Liza

"What do you mean you're back in town? I thought you left for Savannah?" I ask an annoyed Stefan.

"I was on my way home when Caroline called me." Stefan says with a sigh. "Tripp has Ivy."

"I'm sorry Stefan." I sigh. I'm not really. Ivy was just another distraction to keep Stefan away from his future and farther into his Damon-less present.

"I am too." He says. "Hey can you meet me at the cemetery? The Salvatore crypt."

"Stefan-" I'm cut off.

"No I need closure. I can't move on without saying goodbye." He explains.

"Okay." I give in.

This might be such a bitchy thing to say, but I need my brother to move on. Start a new life so I can resume mine. Ever since I came back to Mystic Falls I've been regretting it. Of course I have never actually step foot in Mystic Falls since I've been back because the whole Traveler's spell and if I step foot across the border I die, this trip has been a blow. Maybe a part of me has missed my brothers since our separation in 1864, but if I had ever pictured a reunion it definitely wasn't over the death of my oldest brother. I've spent over a thousand years trying to forget them, learning to not care about the only family I have or will ever have in my life, without the humanity switch, and almost every wound has opened up, almost every wall has come down in just the past couple months.

I've spent the past two months searching and failing to find a way to get Damon back, and at the same time learning about the home and life my brothers have made for themselves. I've met their new family, most of them anyway. Caroline, Matt, Tyler, Alaric, and even Enzo, an annoying vampire who made friends with Damon in the 50s but was thought to be dead until recently. I have came face to face with the same but different face that turned me into a vampire and the girl who stole (just like the first) the hearts of my two brothers. Elena. Of course because she erased all of her memories of Damon I'm only an uninteresting relative of her ex now.

So here I am trying to navigate through a cemetery trying to find my family's crypt. I haven't been here in over a thousand years so it takes me a while to find it. When I do I can hear Stefan's voice inside. I decide to wait outside and sit on a bench that may be older than me and eavesdrop.

"Everyone but you Damon because wherever you are, it's not here." I feel a part of my heart break as Stefan talks. "I gotta say, I'm not doing too great without you. I keep trying to start over, but I can't get anywhere," A tear escapes my eye and I debate on whether I go in or not. I decide not to. He needs this closure. "because I'm lost, Brother. I'm lost."

There's a pause and because of my vamp-hearing, I know he has a liquor bottle in his hand. Probably bourbon. Even before we turned, Damon had always loved his bourbon. And then I hear a swish and a groan and prepare for the sound of glass breaking, but it never comes. Something or someone has caught it. Then the most satisfying and unsettling thing happens. I hear Damon's voice.

"So what gone a couple of months you thinks it's okay to waste a perfectly good bottle of bourbon?" My emotions are stirred by his voice and I convince myself I'm hearing things until Stefan speaks up.

"Damon?" I'm frozen still.

"Yep. In the flesh."

"How am I seeing you right now?" How am I hearing you right now?

"Because I'm not dead, Stefan. I mean this stuff's good but it's not 'I see dead people' good." He's talking about the bourbon. But I'm sober. "It's hell of story brother but I'm back. I'm back" I walk around the side of the crypt to try to see inside. I find a chipped piece of glass and look inside. If I wasn't a vampire, I'd throw up at the sight of Stefan resting his hand on the shoulder of my once dead brother. "Yeah" Damon says and they go into an embrace.

I wanna go in and hug my brother, tell him I missed him, but I want to flee the scene at the same time. Given I haven't seen him in over a century, I go with option two. I run as far as I can away from the crypt. And not vamp-running, but regular human speed running. Vamp-running wouldn't give me enough time to comprehend what just happened. My big brother has returned to the land of the living. I didn't come here to reunite with my family and start a new. I came back for Stefan, to help him find a way to bring Damon back with no actual hope we would, and then to help Stef move on. To help all of us to move on. My bond with my brothers died in 1864 for me, but since I've been back, a dreadful part of me has reconnected me with Stef and I hate it. I've spent decades trying to get rid my emotions without turning off my humanity, because emotions make vampires weak, but the humanity switch makes vampires stupid, and I will be neither of the two.

If I were a human, I'd be out of breath by the time I get to the car, and I am. Not because of the running, though, but because of the emotions that are trying to come back. I take deep breathes, trying to get past all that has happened tonight. I sit in the car twiddling my thumbs before I start it. The phone rings and I jump a little. Stefan. I press ignore and now I am hungry. I drive back to the motel I've been staying at since Stefan decided to move on and I decided to snoop around to try to find a way to break the Traveler's spell. I didn't want to leave before I finally knew what had become of the town I was born and raised in. After downing a couple of blood bags I leave again. The last thing I want to do is to lay in the sea of my own thoughts. My phone dings from a text message.

Stefan: Damon is back! Where are you? Answer the phone!

I can't run from that. They'll get worried if I don't answer. I wonder if Damon knows I'm back, if Stefan told him yet? I wonder if he'd even care? Damon and I share that same characteristic when it comes to caring. If someone hasn't expressed that they care about us, we don't care about them. The first person he probably wants to see is Elena. I wonder if he knows about her state? The phone dings again.

Stefan: Can you meet me at Dorms?

Me: Yes

I take my time driving to the dormitories. On the way I go over every scenario of how our reunion might go. There's the one where Damon asks me why I decided to never try to see them again until now, there's the one where he doesn't even want to see me, the one that we just stare at each other awkwardly not knowing what to say. Then the one where I tell I've missed him. When I arrive Stefan greets me downstairs in the hangout room. Damon is not with him. He gives me a big emotional filled hug.

"He's back." Stefan say while letting out a sigh of relief. I don't say anything right away. "He's upstairs trying to talk to Elena." I nod and stare at the staircase. "He doesn't know. About you. I didn't tell him. I wanted to be surprise." Damon and surprises. I might throw up.

"How is this even possible?" I ask Stefan. He goes to answer but is cut off.

"It's a long story. 1994, Gemini Coven, prison world, sociopathic witch included." Damon says from the bottom of the stairs. "Elena wasn't there." He says to Stefan.

"Damon." I start, but get swept away in tears. He gives me a warm, sympathetic smile and I walk with a fast pace and hug him. He hugs me back and a hole that I didn't know was there, is filled within me.

"It's been a long time sister." He says in embrace.

"Too long" I sniff.

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Pretty short chapter but it kind of gives you an in sight on Liza and her relationship we her brothers and how she deals with emotions.