The Third Salvatore (TVD Season 1)

Chapter 9

Hardin's pov:

I don't know what the fuck I was thinking. Compelling the girl to kiss me? Acting like some pathetic hormonal teenager. I don't even remember the last girl I kissed. This girl is driving me insane. I groan walking into the Grill. I should settle for some drink before I start ripping throats out.

She hit me. A human hit me in the face. I could've sink my teeth into her, even kill her for it. But why the thought of hurting Emma makes me nauseous? And why, my compulsion didn't work on her? Is she on vervain? I clench my jaw. The girl's seriously affecting me. Maybe, after a long time, I've started to feel-

I shake my head off the horrible thought and walk up to Ruby who is serving drinks. She asked me if she could get the job. I think she likes being a bartender. She spots me and grins widely.

"Hardin!"

"Blood, Ruby." I say exasperated. She cuts open her wrists and lets her blood trip in the glass. She hands it to me after considerable amount of blood is filled in the glass.

"Thanks." I murmur downing the blood. Ruby keeps smiling and wipes the glass clean of blood. I stare at her for a while.

"Let's go home, come." I say gesturing her to come out. She gets out of the counter and I take her hand dragging her out with me.

Maybe having her in my bed would keep Emma out of my head.

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Emma's pov:

I see Vicki walk away from Jer. He looks rather happy. My brother is in love with her so she better treat him right.

"Did you hear about Mr Tanner?" I ask walking up to him. Mr Tanner was attacked by some wild animal and he died.

"Yeah. I'm grieving." Jer mutters. I sense the sarcasm in his tone.

"Jer, he was our teacher. He didn't deserve to die no matter how much of an asshole he was." I sigh pointing out. Jeremy lets out a little laugh.

"Wait up, what happened to your face?" He asks worriedly. I think he got a glimpse of the slap I got on my face.

"You were right about Tyler." I say staring down at my boots. "I should have listened." I mutter. A sob escapes me and Jeremy wraps an arm around me pulling me to himself. I can't hold in anymore and let myself cry in his chest.

"Don't worry, Emma. He'll have to pay for this. He didn't deserve you." Jer whispers and rubs my back.

I keep crying and crying. I'm not sure whom I'm crying for. Tyler? or Hardin?

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Hardin's pov:

I lean against the bookshelf in Emma's room looking at her beautiful face while she sleeps.

She's such a fighter, this girl. And at the same time, she's a baby. She whines and curses and I like all of it. All of her. Her hazel eyes are so compelling, her pouty lips are so perfect. I reach out and gently stroke her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

I glare at the bruise formed on her cheek from the jock kid. If he ever touches her again, I'll fucking rip his head off.

I notice the small necklace she's wearing. Vervain. Stefan's one step ahead. I underestimated him.

She stirs and I'm gone in a flash. I look up at her window from the driveway and smile in myself but quickly wipe it off.

After all the distractions I indulged myself in, I'm here at her house, was in her room. I didn't even touch Ruby like I used to. I took her to bed and the next thing I know was that I wanted to see Emma. To see if she was alright.