The Other Salvatore

Meadow

*I AM SO SORRY EVERYONE FOR BEING SO LATE ON THIS CHAPTER I HAVE A LOAD OF THINGS ON IN SCHOOL RIGHT NOW*

I woke up the next day to hear Stefan and Damon arguing downstairs.

"What will we do? You saw what that bastard did to her we kill him now." Shouted Damon. He was trying to be quiet enough so he wouldn't wake me but I was already up. I decided not to go down but to listen for a bit longer.

"She ambushed us the first time Damon we need to think rationally! I want nothing more than to rip the son of a bitch's throat out but I don't want anyone dying in the process." Stefan stated very matter of factly but there was still anger in his voice.

They continued on like that for another 10 minutes before I decided it that was enough and I should go down and break them up. I got of the bed still in my bloody clothes from last night as I was too weak to change. I was marching down the stairs going towards them.

"Stop it both of you." I shouted at them. "Just stop fighting! We are not going after him." They stared incredulously at me.

"Look what he did to you Lettie!" Said Damon pointing to my bloody clothes. "We want him to suffer." Said Stefan "Were only thinking of you." He whispered.

"Next time you want to help me involve me in the conversation." I said fuming before I turned on my heels and stomped back up the stairs. I slammed my bedroom door making sure they knew I was pissed with them and got into the shower

I scrubbed myself for 20 minutes straight trying to get off all the blood and grime. I got out and dressed in black leggings and a black tank top with a camouflage jacket. I flung my hair into a ponytail and put on my black converse. I was in the shittiest mood ever and only one thing was on my mind. Killing werewolves.

I grabbed my torn and bloody clothes and put them in the bin. I got a can of gasoline and shook it into the bin. I lit a handful of matches and threw them in.

I watched the clothes burn to ash before I went to my suitcase and rooted through it until I found 3 iron daggers,a syringe and bottle of wolfsbane. I put all these into my jacket pocket, and went for my car keys on the dresser before I remembered they were underneath Wickery bridge. Now this dickhead was going to pay.

When I arrived at the werewolves trailer I could smell the blood. There was a lot of it. I opened the door and stepped into the caravan cautiously with my knife in my hand ready to attack. I weakened my stance as soon as I saw the werewolves bodies on the ground. There heads were ripped off but the guy had obvious signs of torture.

"God dammit." I sighed walking out of the trailer. Whoever had done this had been sloppy. They hadn't burned the caravan to the ground. Which means it was out of anger. No rookie could've taken on two werewolves with plenty of vamp-killing supplies. I looked around them camp and found the flamethrower. I found a couple of cans of gasoline and emptied them inside the caravan making sure to cover everything. Especially the bodies.

I stood back flamethrower ready "Let's light this bitch" I pressed on the flamethrower. The flames quickly engulfed the trailer. Within a minute there was a full blaze going. I stayed around to make sure the flames didn't spread and as soon as it was no more then a great heap of ash I wasn't sure what to do. The entire reason I had come out to the forest was to kill a werewolf but now that it was dead my schedule was wide open.

Looking around me I could see the tall trees and the sun peaking through them. It was a beautiful day and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was about 80 degrees but it wasn't very humid. "Might as well make the most of it" I mumbled and took off from the site of the murders.