The Third Salvatore (TVD Season 1)

Chapter 3

Emma's pov:

We stand there and watch as Vicki's body is loaded up into the ambulance. Elena has her arm around me. How could this happen? I feel so bad for Matt. He tries so hard to take care of Vicki but she never makes it easy for him.

"Hey. We're gonna go mainline coffee, wait for news." Bonnie says walking up to us.
"We gotta take Jeremy home."  Elena says looking up at out little brother.

"Elena, there's no way I'm psychic. I know that. But whatever I saw, or I think I saw, I have this feeling..." Bonnie states, a weird look on her face.

"Bonnie, what?" I shake my head.

"That it's just the beginning."

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Hardin's pov:

I give out a small laugh as I see my elder brothers struggling and flying out of the window of the Salvatore Boarding House. This cursed hut.

Poor Stefan groans in pain now lying on the ground while Damon teases him leaning against the bushes. How is he leaning against bushes anyway?
I have to say 21st century has turned him into quite a looker. Not the best Salvatore still.

I'll stay out of sight and earshot for a while. Can't miss this episode.

"You think it's all fun and games Damon, huh? But wherever you go, people die." Stefan's telling him. For fuck's sake Stef, last time I checked, we're still Vampires!

Among three of us, Stefan never accepted his fate. He never took the pleasure of being a Vampire, well, if we ignore some of his great misadventures. I smirk at the memories.

"I take that as an invitation." Damon's clearly enjoying it. I'm impressed D.

"Just stay away from Elena!" Stefan growls. Elena? Ugh, isn't there always a girl between these two? I'm fed up of this love triangle nonsense. Big deal.

I watch as Damon grabs Stefan by his neck and throws him into the garage. Oops. I pick out vervain darts from my jeans back pocket, (I know it's damn risky keeping it near my butt) and throw them in Damon's back and walk to my brothers smiling.

Damon crouches on the ground screaming. I know bro, I know, Vervain is a bitch.

"Hardin." Stefan states cautiously, his face bearing epic shock. He pops back up on his legs.

"Brother" I smirk at him spreading my hands a little.

Damon who's still crouching, turns over to look at me, his face sticky and laced with pain.
"My bastardly brother. How you make me regret not plunging that dagger in your heart decades ago." He screams again.

"C'mon D, you were harassing poor Steffy!" I shrug. I look up at the house hearing some movement.
"There's someone in our house. Human?" I smirk backing away towards the house.
"I think we woke him up. Or maybe her huh, Stef?"
I turn away from them entering the house feeling their stares on my back.

Welcome back, Hardin Salvatore.

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Emma's pov:

We walk over to Jeremy who is standing looking at the police cars while drinking a beer. Very smart Jer. Underage drinking in front of police.

"You ok?" Elena asks rubbing his back. He shrugs off her hand and looks at the ground.
" I called Jenna, she's on her way." She tells him.

"You know these people in uniform? They're called police." I point out when Jeremy takes another sip of his beer. He takes a bigger gulp before throwing the bottle into the bushes.