Deadly but Silent

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I hear a loud creak, then heavy footsteps. I close my eyes, to pretend I'm asleep, but I'm met with a gruesome scene. "It's been three weeks, Genevieve. It's time to get up." Damon says, pulling the covers off me. I don't move my body, but I look at him.

"Come on, Jenny." The voice of my one true love says from next to my twin. Damon tosses a blood bag to me, but I don't move. "Gracelyn Genevieve Salvatore, get up!" He yells, but I just stare at him with tears in my eyes. He looks at me, and sighs. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you, but you need to get up. It's been three weeks. Your starting to desiccate." He says. I look at my skin, and see that he's right.

I sigh, and slowly sit up. I drink the blood bag he gave me, and feel my stomach turn. The blood rises up my throat, and comes out all on the blanket. Damon gets a face, but pulls my loose hair back. I stop puking, and lay the top of my head on Damon's torso. "Are you Okay?!" Matt asks. "I don't know." I respond.

I curl up next to Matt on the couch, and he holds a rag to my forehead. My phone rings, so I grab it and answer it.

Hello?
Jenny- are you Okay?
I'm sick
Are you to sick to come meet me and a witch?
For what?
She thinks Jo's family saves the twins
What?!
She needs my blood to be sure. I don't think I have it in me to go alone.
Yeah. I'll go. Pick me up in 30?
Okay. See ya then.

Ric hangs up, and I sigh. "I have to meet with Alaric and a witch. The girls might still be alive." I say, and Damon and Matt look at me shocked. "You want me to go with you?" Matt asks. "No, no. I'll be okay. Plus, I think this is something that Ric and I need to do alone. I'll be back later." I say then kiss Matt, and hug Damon. I walk up the stairs, and to my closet. I pull out a hoodie and some shorts, then throw those on. I'm cold, but at the same time hot. I then slide on some slip-ons, and walk back down the stairs.

A car pulls up, and Damon opens the door for Ric. Ric walks in, and I grab the blanket from next to Matt. "Woah. You look like crap!" Ric says. "Thanks." I say sarcastically. I wrap the blanket around my shoulders, then grab my phone. "We're picking up food on the way." I tell Ric, then walk out to his car.