On My Own (TVD Series)

Sire Bond Central

Standing near the window with a towel thrown over my shoulder, I stared at the easel in front of me. Rough ridges of charcoal ran across the plain linen canvas, shading soft grays and dark black strokes. My hands were coated in a thin layer of power, leaving fingerprints on anything I touched. 

"Scar, you up here?" I heard Sebastian say, noticing the shadow of his footsteps at the bottom of the door.

"Yeah, I was just finishing."

Swiping my hand on the towel, Sebastian stood at the door, looking at the other white canvases that I hadn't painted on yet. Wandering a bit as he flipped through my old sketchbooks until he stood near the window while I washed my hands.

"Wow..." He gasped.

"It's simple, but...it'll sell."

"I never realized how good you are...how much would someone pay for this?" He asked as I met him at the easel.

"It's personal, so...a few thousand."

"Thousand!"

"Yeah...it would be more if I added color, but I like it like this." I smiled, throwing over a wax-like paper over to prevent the charcoal from smudging.

"Will you sell it?" He asked.

"Probably...I doubt someone would like to buy something so depressing though..."

Hearing my phone vibrate on the counter, I answered Stefan quickly while I watched Sebastian look at other paintings.

"Hey, what's up?"

'Are you busy right now?'

"Um...not anymore, why?'

'We need your help with something...I can't explain it just meet me at the house.'

"Okay...we? Who's there with you?"

'Caroline, hurry...'

Pushing my phone aside, Sebastian gazed over noticing my curiosity.

"Is everything alright?" He questioned.

"Yeah, Stefan just needs to see me. Did you need anything?"

"No, mom and dad left and I'm bored..."

Noticing the look on his face, I could tell something was bothering him. He kept staring at the canvases, losing his train of thought before I would bring something up.

"You wanna come? Stefan's never really met you, I'd think you'd like him."

"Isn't he the one that made you forget your memories?" He asked.

"Yes..."

"Why would I want to meet someone who did that to my sister." He snarled.

"...he apologized."

"Not in my book..."

"So...is that a no?" I sighed, tilting my head to the side.

"I never said that...I'll wait in the living room."

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Changing out of my clothes, I scrubbed hard trying to get the paints stains off my fingers and arms when I heard the front door open.

'Sebastian, could you help your father with something outside.' My mother said, dropping her fingers on the table.

By the time, I buckled on my shorts and tucked in my long sleeve, my mother was standing at my door, with a few bags in my hands.