CHAPTER ONE

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"Boo,"Belle whispers into Elena's ear.

Right now they're in English. To Annabelle's left is Caroline, and to her right is Elena and Bonnie. The group of friends had pulled the tables together so they'd be nearer to each other.

Annabelle chuckles with Bonnie. Her yellow highlighter is in between her teeth with the lid off. When Elena jumps at the noise, Annabelle bursts out laughing.

All the students in her class stare at her. She waves them off and carries on laughing. Elena rolls her eyes and grabs a pink highlighter. The Gilbert draws a pink line on Annabelle's face, this makes Annabelle frown.

"Hey, you know I'm not a fan of pink!"Belle whines and licks the tip of her finger.

She puts her finger against her cheek and rubs. Once the highlighter is off, she smirks at Bonnie. This causes Bonnie to cover her mouth, trying not to burst into fits of laughter.

"You guys are immature,"Caroline says, keeping her lips pressed in a straight line.

"Admit it, that was funny,"Bonnie says, giving Caroline a look.

Caroline looks down and smiles slightly. A giggle escapes her mouth and the girls cheer, except for Elena. Elena smiles at her friends and shakes her head at them.

"You guys are great but,"Elena pauses. "You're also annoying,"She says as the bell rings.

With that being said, Elena runs out off the classroom. Annabelle packs her stuff and shoots off after Elena. She catches up and pants slightly at the workout.

"Woah you're fast,"AnnaBelle pants out.

"Nope, you're just slow,"Elena teases and Annabelle pouts.

Alaric walks past and smiles at the two girls. Both the girls, wave at him as he walks past.

"So, how are you and Stefan?"Belle wiggles her eyebrows, nudging Elena.

"We're fine. Now, let's go to the boarding house,"Elena says and Belle grins.

Elena links arms with her, pulling her down the hall. Annabelle spots Bonnie and waves at her other best friend. Bonnie smiles,  just as she leaves school.

Once they reach the boarding house, Elena opens the door without knocking. The two girls step inside and the sight shocks AnnaBelle.

In front of her stands Damon drinking out of an innocent girls neck. Annabelle covers her mouth and backs away. Elena sighs and turns to Belle, trying to reassure her.

"It's a costume?"Elena says, but it turns out as a question.

Annabelle shakes her head and rushes out the house. Stefan stops her on the way out, he asks what's wrong. When she doesn't reply, he looks over to Damon and groans.

"It's not what it looks like,"Stefan says and blocks her way.

AnnaBelle elbows his stomach and he hurls over. Quickly, she kicks him to the side and runs for her life. Her feet carry her back home and into her house.

AnnaBelle ignores her auntie and runs up the stairs. She trips, but that doesn't stop her. Belle picks herself off the floor and into her room.

With a slam, the door closes behind her. She locks the door and the windows, along with the curtains. AnnaBelle sits on her bed and hugs her knees.

Memories of the murdering in her village, appear in her head. Tears fill her eyes and she lets a few loose, but wipes them away.

"I'm strong. I'm strong for Finley,"She whispers to herself.

"Those monsters won't scare me, for Finley's sake,"AnnaBelle whispers and opens her eyes.

She opens her diary and jots some stuff down. Mostly, her plan on how to leave mystic falls. If what killed her family are back then, she's not staying to see the show.

Once she's finished writing, she slams the notebook shut. She bites her pillow and screams but, it comes out muffled.

"I'm staying. I can survive it,"She pauses. "For you Finley, always for you,"AnnaBelle mutters and closes her eyes, falling asleep.

Authors note
I feel sorry for AnnaBelle. All she ever wanted was her brother by her side. Now, the 'monsters' are back and she has no brother to protect her.

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