Second Chance 》 The Vampire Diaries

1912

For my whole vampire life, I have never felt so confused before. I could still feel his lips on mine. The tingle still lingers. Part of me craves more, to do more to him, but this other part is telling me not to. He's a Mikaelson. They bring nothing but destruction wherever they go. They live off chaos. The torture those who oppose against them, yet there is this yearning in my chest that craves more for Kol Mikaelson.

All night...I've been having dreams about him. That scene all over again, but ended differently. His lips on mine. The warmth. But somehow it ends with us in bed together taking it further. The first time, I thought it was just Rebekah sneaking inside and implanting them in my head. But I'm still pissed at her. It couldn't be Elijah, I'm still mad at him. It couldn't be Klaus because he doesn't do something like that. That only left Kol, but he's gone. So it just proves that it was me. I'm the one craving his touch. And I don't want to.

I looked up from my journal when I heard a knock on my door. Stefan came in and leaned against the threshold.

"Hey," he greeted. "Damon wants you to get ready. Apparently, he wants us to have a bonding day."

I raised my eyebrow again. "A bonding day or is this where we all team up and find out who's trying to frame Ric?" Stefan slowly nodded. "Yeah, I know, Damon came into my room before you did and told me everything."

The last time Mystic Falls had a serial killer was in 1912. That part I vaguely remember. It was in the middle of the year. I went back to Mystic Falls to attend Zachariah's funeral for the day. At least I didn't forget that day. Mostly.

1912 (Mystic Falls)

When I found out about Zachariah's death I immediately packed up for the day and rushed home for the funeral. Rebekah and Elijah wanted to come to give their condolences, but I told them no it's ok. Zachariah is my great nephew, I should say goodbye to him. The only bad thing was that I missed the funeral. But I just arrived in time to see two girls leaving. A huge smile broke from my face when I spotted my twin.

"Stefan," I breathed.

He looked up and smiled back. "Bels."

I picked up the hem of my dress and ran over to him. I wrapped my arms around Stefan and held him as tightly as I could. I eyes shut as I tried not to cry.

"I missed you," I stated. "It's just..."

"Yeah, I know," he interrupted. "It's best if you didn't tell me where you were."

We pulled apart. "How did Zachariah -"

"He was murdered. But he wasn't the first one."

I furrowed my brows before we heard a crow squawking at us. We turned. The crow looked like it was staring right at us. Oh, no.

"Have you guys been eating the relatives again?" I heard behind us.

Even though we left on a bad term, a small smile came to my face. "Damon." I went over and hugged him, which he returned.

"Nice seeing you again, sister." He had his arm around me as he looked at Stefan. "It's been a long time, brother."

"It's been almost 50 years," Stefan said. "Surprised you came."

Damon motioned to the crowd. "And miss the funeral of - what do you guys call him? Uncle Zachariah?"

"I see you're still mad at me."

"Why would I be mad at you, Stefan? You made me and Bels become a vampire, and now we walk the world alone drinking other people's blood." He slowly removed himself from me. "And for some unknown reason our sister found it in her heart to forgive you."