The Vampire Diaries: I Don't Belong

Growing Pains

Minnie frowned slightly and looked down at her feet.

"Well, no. But my parents have talked to me about it, and I know that I carry the werewolf gene. They don't like to talk to or about your family at all, and I know that vampires are supposed to be our mortal enemies, so when I saw all the blood on you I just put two and two together. It's okay though, I won't stop being your friend just because you're a bloodsucker." Minnie attempted to joke, but Scarlett didn't laugh.

"I'm actually a vampire/werewolf hybrid, so we have more in common than you think." Before Minnie could answer Scarlett suddenly gasped.

"That means that I just triggered my own curse…I should be able to shift at will now!" The excitement that flowed through Scarlett seemed to be contagious and Minnie squealed.

"That's so cool! Oh Scarlett please, please shift! I want to see!" Scarlett rolled her eyes.

"Minnie, your parents can shift, why don't you just ask them?" The darker haired girl folded her arms in a pout.

"Only my father can shift at will, since he is a vampire/werewolf hybrid like you are. My mother has to be locked in a cellar each full moon, she can't control it. Dad won't let me watch mom phase, and he never phases at all unless he has too, and if he does have too I'm never around to see it. They are so overprotective." Scarlett snorted.

"You're lucky. I was overexposed to vampirism as a child, no one ever sheltered me from what I was, and I was taught to drink straight from the vein like a normal vampire and avoid the animal alternative that my father had chosen. Maybe that's part of the reason someone is dead because of me now." Minnie walked over and pulled Scarlett into a hug.

"It's alright, Scar. You and I have been besties since like, kindergarten. You, me, Lily, and Penelope, we were all best friends. Only now, the difference between us and them is that we don't have secrets between each other anymore, so now we can be each other's closest friends, isn't that awesome? If you need to talk about it, let it all out, we can do that now." Scarlett analyzed her friends lonely face and realized that Minnie didn't get to confide in a lot of people, just like her, and that somehow really did make them closer.

"Well, I wanted to make Colt jealous so I took Blake home and some stuff happened…" They had a two hour long conversation about Scarlett's new status as a ripper and what all that meant. Scarlett cried on Minnie's shoulder, and the two of them fantasized about how awesome it would be to run the streets as wolves together. Eventually, the two were bouncing on her bed and slapping each other with pillows, forgetting their supernatural powers and taking a little bit to just be teenage girls, which was something Scarlett desperately needed. However the girls' laughter had floated down the stairs and to Tyler's sharp ears, who was soon banging on the door.

"Minerva Mary-Jane Lockwood, who's in there?! Unlock this door right now!" Tyler's enormous voice echoed through the room and Scarlett suddenly thought of Damon and Klaus's dislike for him. Minnie quickly went to open her door and a tall beefy man stood in the doorway, he had jet black hair and brown eyes like Minnie's but his face was red as a beet and anger shone brightly in his eyes.

"What the hell are you doing with a Salvatore in the house? Do you have any idea of the trouble you're getting yourself into?! Sheriff Bridgeford is onto them and our family doesn't need to have suspicion raised about us too!" Scarlett's eyes narrowed and her face became cold and calculating.

"What do you mean, Sherriff Bridgeford is on to us? What do you know that my family is unaware of?" Tyler stormed into the room and glared daggers at both teenage girls.

"I'll tell you what. Your stupid cousin got caught going to school without a car, perfectly on time and not a drop of sweat on him. The Sherriff has suspected your family for months after finding out the ages of your parents, and Sebastian's little speed running to school stunt was the final nail in your family's coffin. Lucky for us, the council is blissfully unaware of the werewolf population and is convinced that Hayley and I are paying for anti-aging injections every month. As for you, I'd high-tale it out of town before I was shot with wooden bullets. You've been warned. And you," He said turning to his daughter.