Wreckless (Vampire Diaries)

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"What do you think your doing here?" I spat.

He seemed to remain quiet, and continue to stare out my window. He hadn't talked ever since I found him in my room. He seemed to be quite angry at something I couldn't quite put a finger on.

I was now standing behind him, practically yelling at his back. I wanted ask a million of different questions like; why weren't you there when I was practically dying, or better yet what the hell happened back in the woods that day. But I knew if I asked any questions he would just continue to stare out the foggy window, that contained nothing but the darkness of the night. 

I had given up on trying to getting his attention, and plopped down on my bed. I placed my head in my hands and thought of all the things that Elena had told me earlier. About Werewolves, Vampires, and Witches. There was so many things I wanted to know about this new world around me, I wanted to know everything and anything about these powerful creatures.

I had been possibly attacked by one of the supernatural creatures and had know idea how to protect myself. Instead of being brave and standing up for myself Nicklaus had to come and save my sorry self. I don't want people to have to protect me from the creatures around me, I want to be able to protect myself. I want to be able to be the hero maybe for once. I want to be able to protect myself, Elena, and Jeremy from the outside world.

My protective sister instinct was coming out. I couldn't tell you the last time I had this instinct. It was a good feeling. It's like Elena had stole this feeling away from me. Now I feel like I need to steal it back seeing as how it is my job as a older sister.

Nicklaus woke me out of my thoughts when he sat next to me. It was just then that I noticed how great posture he had compared to me. He was sitting up straight, while I was slumped over my legs. I quickly switched my position and sat up straight mirroring Nick. I set my hands in my lap and put on my best posh look. Which meant puckering up my lips a little and raising one eyebrow. I had to admit I liked this sudden change. 

I heard a snicker from the left of me. I slowly turned my neck, making sure to keep my back straight and chest out. I arched my eyebrow, and looked at him. I swear I probably could have been mistaken for a princess right then. I quickly crossed my legs in my imaginary ball gown, and set my hand back in my lap.

Klaus wasn't smiling but his eyes were. It was a thing he did alot. His eyes would brighten, and if you stared long enough you'd see his cheek twitch. But as soon as I turn around I bet his lips would spread into a full smile. Of course this what I thought.

I may have had a couple of dreams about him, and that would be the only time I would see him smile. His face would glow, and I swear he looked like he just fell out of heaven. But that never had happened outside of my dreams. 

I wonder if he had a girlfriend? If so I wanted to see her for myself, and make sure she was good enough for my Nicklaus. Inside my head Nicklaus was a very handsome man, but he was my half-brother (as far as I know) and that was the only thing that was holding me back from dating him, and the fact that for some odd reason he seemed to tick me off quite alot.

When I seemed to return back into the real world away from my thoughts I found him staring at me.

"What?' I giggled. 

He seemed to just notice that he was staring, and he went back to looking at my bedroom wall. I said one word and he seemed to be zoned out back into that deep dark whole of his mind.

I had to get him to cheer up, and maybe get him to spill out some secrets he was holding from me. As much as I wanted to yell at him I had to see what was going on in that brain of his.

And that's when I got the stupid idea. A wide smirk stretched over my face, and I jumped up off my bed. I looked down at the shirt I have been wearing for over 2 days and decided it was time to change. Dried up blood had stained the middle of the shirt and there was quite a large tare that I only noticed until now that was on the back of the fabric.

I stared at the ripped piece of clothing in my mirror. I turned around and twisted my head back to look at the tare more carefully. There was not only one whole ripped through it but three. Like some kind of animal had tried to pull me towards them. Maybe last night was real. Maybe everything that I had saw was really real and not my imagination. This would be the proof of it all. All the evidence that I needed to know that that afternoon actually did happen.

I seemed to have lost my train of thought and went back to focusing on what to wear.

I could wear my ripped jeans for another week though. I went into my closet and searched for one of  my favorite t-shirts. I quickly teared it off the hanger, and ran into my bathroom to change. When I was done I ran my fingers through my hair multiple times. I put on a little bit of mascara and swung open the bathroom door and ran back into my room.

Nicklaus was still where I saw him last; sitting on my bed. I quickly grabbed his hand, and pulled as hard as I could, but he didn't budge. I jerked his arm back and forth to get his attention.

"Come on Nick! Were getting out of here."

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Edited Sep.2.2015