"She craved his twisted darkness, the same way he grasped at the light in her shattered soul."
Natalie Gilbert has spent her entire life putting everyone else's needs before her own. So much so, that it ended up costing her the one person she couldn...
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NATALIE
*tw: attempted self harm, alcohol abuse*
"Have a drink with me!"
She plopped the surprisingly large bottle in front of me, before prancing off into the other room.
I eyed the nearly empty container, pushing it away from me, as she came back into the kitchen, bumping slightly into the wall like she couldn't walk straight without it.
"No thanks Natty Poo. I think I'm secure enough in my masculinity."
She giggled, twirling as the song changed,
"Well feel free to make yourself comfortable." She spun windmilling her arms to emphasize, "Mi casa es su casa."
I walked away from her eyeing the downstairs area, "This is your house?" I questioned over the music, and taking a closer look at one of the many framed pictures on the fireplace mantle.
Nope. Timeline wasn't right.
As Natalie so helpfully liked to point out to Damon every five seconds when they were here together. She was 17, and coincidentally born in the horrendous year of 1994, but she wasn't old enough to be the girl in the pictures, meaning it had to be that sister, Elena.
God I definitely did not miss the constant moaning and groaning Damon did over that girl.
"Yep!" She came bounding over a little too excitedly, slightly crashing into me. Her skin was warm too the touch, as I resisted the initial panic that overtook me, holding her steady.
It was an adjustment to have anybody make normal physical contact with me, and after going my entire life getting the shit beat out of me for any sort of interaction, it was an instinctual reflex I had to resist, to shove her away violently.
I tried to keep us upright, taking a side step away from her, once I did, as she continued on like she didn't even notice,
"Well this used to be my house I guess." She looked around, "See I used to live here, but then my twin Jeremy kinda you know?" She held up a finger dragging it across her throat, "Died."
She said it so bluntly, sounding totally unfazed, "And then my sister kinda poofed her emotions away, and burnt the place down with his decomposing body inside."
There was a small silence, since I was beyond stunned on how to respond to that. Her sister burnt the house down with her brother inside? Well that was...hardcore?
"She poofed her emotions away?" I asked in disbelief.
"She poofed."
"Poofed?"
"Poofed." Natalie agreed, making an explosion noise, and hand gesture that I assumed was supposed to somehow explain the concept to me.
