Tainted Hearts

Chapter 21

I stepped out onto the balcony and looked out at the view before me.

Endless rows of cars and other vehicles.
It was warm outside but with a nice breeze. A beautiful August night.

I always loved the end of summer.

Everything was new for me. I could start out fresh.

Have a new start

I embraced it.

My mind raced yet again to Kol. He was different, his aura. The air around him screamed danger.

But then again I felt that around Damon and Stefan. I didn't like them personally.

Damon was odd in words. He wasn't really hard to describe but he seemed ancient. He seemed wiser beyond words.

There was a look in his eyes. The way he saw things, I saw it.

Caroline too, underneath her bubbliness and cheer I sensed danger.
Though she was hard to describe, not personality wise.

I did happen to like her. She was very funny. She definitely had humor. She was a good cheerer-upper.

The other day when I had been in a bad mood when Damon made me upset she made me smile. Another reason that I continued to like her.

Now Stefan was very upsetting. He was pining over Elena. He was brooding and self-loathing. He beat himself up too much. Blamed himself for Elena being closer to Damon.

It was depressing. I didn't hate Stefan I just didn't want to be around him. His presence was suffocating. He made me want to try I help him but I knew I couldn't.

I couldn't help him though, he was damaged.

Too damaged in fact

I bet I used to be that way.

What was funny to me was that everyone around me had never ever brought up that I lost my memory. They all introduced themselves to me but I knew that they had known me before I lost my memory.

I stood there leaning onto the railing when I heard someone whisper my name.

I turned around slowly, curious.
I scanned around and went to step back inside the mansion when the blonde girl who I had accidentally ran into earlier stepped in front of me.

"Hello, I'm Rebekah Mikaelson. I guess we met earlier on not the best terms. Are you enjoying this ball? My family is always super extravagant. It gets really annoying at times. Anyways I hope you are enjoying the ball". She said as I studied her carefully.

Long blonde hair. Blue eyes, very pretty, they complimented her greatly.
Tall, skinny, not skin and bones skinny but lean and tall.

I was jealous for a moment. I envied her in a way. She probably had the guys lining up and down the block.

She was being cordial at the moment but that doesn't mean she's nice or a good person.

Because after all sometimes murderers will act nice and then lure you into a trap and then kill you.

I'm not saying Rebekah is a murderer but you get the point. It goes to say that everyone isn't really who they say they are or how they act.

"This ball is wonderful.I've never been to one. You have a beautiful home I would kill for a house like this," I said interestedly.

She smiled and then takes a sip from her champagne glass. It did look appealing but I however was underage.

Plus even if I did drink some I had to be sober to drive myself home.

Wouldn't want to drive drunk and kill myself or someone else.

Heard too many accidents just like that. Wouldn't want a repeat.

Would I.

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I walked arm to arm with Rebekah as she showed me around her house.

"It is remodeled. A choice of my brother's. Always a bit too extravagent, just like this party," she said drily as she spoke of her brother and the ball.

I laughed,"Im glad I don't have any siblings. I'd probably kill them."

"I wish I could" she muttered.

Those paintings are beuatiful," I said a I inspected them across the room.

One was of a horse in a meadow with mountains in the distance.

How beautiful.

Another was of a girl sitting on a throne.

A beautiful ruby necklace adorned across her neck. A redhead like me.

She had striking hazel eyes, again like me.

I scanned the picture in great detail and was shocked.

She looked just like me.