I was humming the Star Trek theme to myself as I was browsing through the fridge. I wasn't sure whose house I was in, but I was pretty sure that it was the owner who was lying on the ground with his throat ripped out. A girl in her twenties cowered in the corner, tears streaming down her face as her body racked with the loud sobs coming from her.
I frowned suspiciously at her.
"Are you sure you don't have any Oreos?" I asked.
"Are you going to kill me?" she whimpered.
"I don't know, do you have any Oreos?" I repeated impatiently.
"Y-you killed him," she wailed, her sobs becoming loudly.
"For the love of God," I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Look, if you answer my question, I promise I'll let you live. Now think carefully. Do you have any Oreos?"
"N-no," she replied, shaking her head quickly.
I let out a loud groan and dropped my head back.
"What kind of person doesn't have Oreos?" I asked incredulously. "You suck."
"What are you?" she whispered.
I gave her a flat look. "The tooth fairy." I flashed my fangs at her, causing her to shrink into the wall. "I'm a vampire, duh."
"I-I-I won't tell anyone!" she pleaded. "You've already killed him, you don't need me too!"
I paused and squinted at her.
"Are you calling me fat?" I asked.
"W-what? No!" she blurted. "Please don't kill me."
"What makes you think I'd do that?" I frowned. Her eyes flickered to the dead body a few feet from her. I rolled my eyes. "Oh, right. My bad." I sighed and leant against the bench. "You know, I almost used to care about human life. Up until recently, I'd even made sure that I spared the lives of the innocent. But where does that get you? No where. I tried playing the good guy and got stabbed in the back instead."
"Don't kill me," she sobbed quietly.
"Besides," I continued, ignoring her pleas. "Not caring is so much more fun. I don't have to worry about anything, or the consequences." I looked at the body on the ground. "It was pure chance that I picked this house, you know. But there's a purpose that's being served here, I promise." I looked at the girl. "Stand up," I compelled.
She did as she was told and pure fear showed in her eyes when I approached her.
"Look, I know I promised to let you live," I began. "And I usually keep my promises, I do." I chuckled bitterly before smiling at her. "But apparently I'm not trustworthy anymore. And besides, what do I care? I'm dying anyway."
Before she had a chance to scream, I bared my fangs and bit down into her neck, draining her dry. Once she was dead, I dropped her body. I didn't bother cleaning up after myself as I left the house. I saw no reason to. I rolled my shoulder, wincing slightly at the pain that was constantly there.
From what I knew about werewolf bites, I had about half a day before it was fatal. The hallucinations hadn't started yet, for which I was thankful. I wasn't really in the mood for seeing things that weren't there.
I knew that Klaus' blood was the cure, but there was no way in hell that I would give Klaus the satisfaction of me going to him for help. I would rather die than be in his debt, which, incidentally, was what was going to happen. The strange thing was that I was not at all bothered by the idea of death. I was sick of everything, and death seemed like such an easy way out. So I figured, why not enjoy my last few days?
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Amelia Salvatore
FanfictionAmelia is the twin sister of Stefan Salvatore, and little sister to Damon. She had no intentions of visiting her home town again, but when Stefan contacts her, asking her to come back to Mystic Falls, she discovers that something big is going down i...