Angel Petrova

Creation Of Ignorance

Angel sat on her bed motionlessly, while her mind wondered through tunnels and caves. The Salvatore boys had been her a while now. They hadn't had the courage to come speak to her, and that made the blonde feel sick with disgust. She had never viewed them as cowards. Not much had changed; Elena was still with Stefan, the Salvatore brothers were still confused as of how Angel was alive, Jeremy was still angry, and Angel was still Angel. She supposed that some things had become more interesting. Damon had stripped away his emotionless mask of complete hate for everything. Angel had noticed how the blue-eyed vampire would shoot glances towards her sister, but she wouldn't describe them as looks of longing, more like looks of curiosity; he, of course, was still searching for his lovely Katherine. Elena had gained Damon's interest, and Damon had gained Elena's. Angel's lips lifted up into a smirk as she remembered the sly glances the doppelgänger sent the raven-haired man, Elena was obviously attracted to him, and Stefan showed no ignorance towards Elena's feelings. That part was a bit confusing for Angel; She knew Stefan was sad, but he wasn't crushed, which was what she expected him to be. She never felt the emotions of rejection and heart-break leak from his aura, only feelings of hurt. She shook her head. She had no time to dwell over how others felt, she had done that many times before and had been bitten in the ass, due to making that mistake, over and over again.

"What the fuck," Angel hissed, as she bit her lip, drawing blood. Her hands raced up to clutch her aching head. Tangling her fingers in her hair, she huffed, while yanking the curled locks. "Ohhh," she laughed dryly, "sissy dearest figured out the secrets of the night! How absolutely divine!" A callous grin lit up her features, as she continued to pull at her locks. Her cold eyes flashed open at the sound of panicked footsteps rushing up the stairs.

"Elena! Please, let us explain," Stefan pleaded, desperation lacing his tone.

Angel scoffed at their whining.

"Leave me alone! Go away," Elena yelled in a choked voice.

"Blah, blah, blah, blah," Angel mocked, rolling her eyes at the dramatic fight.

"Well, we could," Damon snarkily replied, "but we were invited in, so.." The blonde could tell that he was taking great pleasure in his brother's begging and her sister's distress. She couldn't blame him, it was some-what amusing.

All amusment washed away, when the door of her bedroom burst open and her brunette twin stormed in, followed by the two Salvatores. A brow raised, while a frown fell on her lips. "Please, come in," she muttered sarcastically.

"Why, thank you." Damon grinned, while flinging himself down on her bed beside her. She shot him a snide smile in response.

"Angel, tell them to leave," Elena demanded.

"What?"

"Tell them to leave!"

"Didn't you already do that," the blonde lazily questioned.

"They didn't listen."

"And they would listen to me?"

Elena's eyes narrowed, "well, you all are such good friends."

"Oh, sweetie, no. That's not true, they bore me." Angel nodded her head, while smiling sweetly at the frowning brunette.

"Elena," Stefan interrupted, "can we please talk about this? I know us being vampires is a lot to take in, but -"

"Stefan," Elena hissed, while shooting the uncaring girl, who was trying to shove a snickering vampire off her bed, a panicked glance.

"Angel knows," Stefan sighed.

The doppelgänger's doe-eyes widened in betrayal. "You knew, and you didn't tell me," she breathed.

Angel huffed, while crossing her arms and glaring at the smirking, blue-eyed immortal, who made a dramatic display of making himself comfortable on her bed. "Knew what? Of their 'condition'? Yeah, it was pretty damn obvious. Why would I tell you, though?"