Evangeline P.O.V.
"Nope, not helping." I shake my head, frustration clear in my voice. Elijah stares at me, looking very amused. Yup, so not helping. "Evangeline, if you were brave enough to strike a deal with an original, I am sure you can face your friends."
We were a road away from the Salvatore residence, and I had chickened out. I was afraid at what the others might say about Elijah's arrangement with me. After spending quite a few hours with him, I also found out he could be a little easy going. Thus, why we had stopped the car.
"Its not that!" I groaned, rubbing my face. "I just made a deal with you! Hello? The vampire that wanted to kidnap me in the first place?" I look at him, my eyes wild. He looks away from me, shaking his head like what a parent would do when their children is acting out.
"I do not think that's what worries you." He finally commented, going back to stare at me dead in the eye. He knew... he knew what I was thinking about. I let out a breath of air and look away. "Alright, fine! It's not that." I cross my arms over my chest and stared at the dashboard in front of me.
"Everything, that has happen so far. Is because of me." I confessed, feeling the weight of the words sink in. "My very existence has only brought destruction. I try to shield Elena from the horrors of it but its to hard holding it up alone. Now Caroline is a vampire. Who else needs to suffer for me and my sister?" I could feel the pain in my voice. I shut my eyes and suck in a deep breath.
"You've only lived 17 years and yet... what you have been through, is more, then a lifetime." His words carried around the car. He might be right about that. "Yeah, you can say that." I reopened my eyes and stared straight ahead of me.
"Lets go." I urged.
He didn't argue, he pulled the car out of parking and in less then a minute, we were parked in front of the residence. I quickly undid my seat belt, wanting to see Caroline. I was out the car before he was.
"Evangeline?" Elijah calls out. He was right behind me, one hand over the door with the other in his pocket. "Remember our deal," I could only nod. As I reached the front door, I hesitated on knocking. Why was I so nervous? I should be okay. Shaking my head, I quickly twist the knob and walked in.
The Salvatore residence was bathe in an orange glow as the evening sun had reached. Beyond that, I see almost everybody gathered near the fireplace, Damon, Elena, Bonnie, Matt and Alaric. "Caroline? Where is she?" I demanded, instantly looking around for that blue green eyes I know. Everybody stared at each, looking unsure.
"Evangeline?" A timid voice spoke. Caroline wasn't like that. I turn slowly to see her leaning over the wall, with her hands wrapped around herself. Stefan was standing next to her, eyeing me warily.
Caroline looked afraid, she kept on looking around and flinching. "Caroline?" I said, walking towards her. Her eyes snap back at me once she heard her name. God, I was so happy to see her. I couldn't stand it, I begin walking towards her. "Caroline! Oh my god, are you-"
"No! Don't come any closer! Please stop!" Her voice was loud and it startled me. I paused, hurt by her words. Her hand was held out and she had a wild look in her eyes. "Just stop. I-I don't think I can handle the scent of your blood." She confessed, looking at me in fear.
I nearly choked on my tears. She was suffering because of me. "Alright," I nod trying to stifle the hurt. "Just uh... when you're ready. You know I'll be there for you right?" I said, smiling weakly. She nods, not smiling and Stefan grabbed her by the wrist dragging her away from the room.
Everybody seemed to be holding onto an intake of breath because after Caroline left, everybody exhaled. As for me? I was trying to stop the shaking before anyone noticed. Whether it be because of sadness or pain, I just felt angry. So, so angry.
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