Second Chance 》 The Vampire Diaries

Smells Like Teen Spirit

This is not how I wanted to start my senior year. I wanted to walk down these stairs to get a cup of coffee and eat some bomb ass breakfast, not having my twin brother watching me like a hawk. And I didn't want to be woken up by music blaring from the parlor. I groaned as I adjusted my shirt and met Damon in the hallway.

"Is his humanity back on, yet?" I asked impatiently as I put my hair up.

"His humanity or his guard dog duties?" Damon retorted.

We both walked down the stairs. "At least you can go anywhere you want. I can't go anywhere without Stefan watching my every move."

"Then don't forget meeting an Original hybrid." I gave him a look.

Like I had a choice in that matter. I rolled my eyes when we found two dead girls on the end, their blood getting on the rug. Good, I hated that carpet. There were a few girls giggling as Damon and I entered the parlor. Two girls were playing bloody twister on the floor while Stefan spun the dial. They're getting blood everywhere.

"Uh, oh. Alexandra, left hand please," Stefan said. This chick went up to him and offered her hand. Stefan smiled at her before taking a huge chunk and started draining her.

Damon pointed behind us. "Hey, the two brunettes on the staircase owe us a Persian rug."

Stefan pulled away. "They don't have too. Our dear sister can just clean it up." I glared at him. He held up the little spin dial for the Twister game. "Ooh! Would either of you like a spin?"

I groaned again before motioning to Stefan. "I can't be here anymore, so Damon..." I grabbed my bag and tried to head out, but Stefan blocked my path. "Seriously?"

"And where do you think you're going?" He asked.

I crossed my arms. "School. Like we're suppose to."

"You do know you don't have to go. You graduated, like, what, twenty times?"

I glared up at him. "That's college. And you can't keep me locked up in here."

Stefan smirked. "Don't try me, little sister."

There was a knock on the door. Damon furrowed his eyebrows before answering. I was a bit surprised when Rebekah barged in the rest of the way, shopping bags in hand.

"Where's Bela and Stefan?" She asked.

I didn't remove my glare. "Over here."

"Who the hell is she?" Damon asked me.

We both ignored him as Rebekah started to rant. "He left me here. My brother actually left me here."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Your tone implies that I'm actually suppose to care," Stefan said.

"And he couldn't take him?" I added as I pointed my thumb towards him.

"You're Klaus' sister?" Damon asked.

Rebekah turned around. "Rebekah. Pleasure, I'm sure." Then she looked at me and Stefan. "Which one's my room?"

Stefan started shaking his head with a little chuckle. "You're not staying here."

Light-bulb. If Rebekah stays then she can distract Stefan. If she distracts Stefan, I won't be around to snap his neck a few times. I grabbed some of her bags.

"Yes, she is," I said. "You can sleep in one of our spares." I send Stefan a little smirk. "It's right next to Stefan's."

Rebekah glared at my brothers. "At least one of you is polite."

I walked past Damon. He gave me a look which I just shrugged my shoulders. Even if I didn't want to annoy Stefan, Rebekah would have chosen a room herself.