Sweetest Revenge (Vampire Diaries Fanfiction)

Chapter Two

"How'd you know where I was?" I asked Carlo when I reached the top. My words met air. Closing the door behind me, I frowned and turned around, looking for him. "Carlo?"

I found him leaning against his motorbike near my car. I flicked a twig off the top of it as I asked him again.

He watched me with narrowed eyes.

"Does it matter?" You couldn't get vaguer than that. I shot him an exasperated look, but seemingly all the men in my life were the same—they got nothing in their heads if they were preoccupied.

Carlo was glaring holes into me, looking up and down, analysing. I stepped away from my car and crossed my arms, narrowed my eyes, and waited for the berating.

"Do you have to pick a fight with him every time you see him?"

I rolled my eyes. Typical.

"Oh, come on. He was asking for it. You should have seen it—he was totally egging me on!"

"You were enjoying it." He said, deadpan. I shot him a look of disbelief and voiced my thoughts.

"Are you insane? Of course I was enjoying it. That bastard had it coming since day one—"

"No, according to you, he had it coming since he overtook you in your last feud."

"That—that was different." I snapped. "I was inexperienced—"

"And you still are." He said tightly. "Now, do you want your brothers back?" I glared at him for his method of ending the conversation. He took my silence as an affirmative. "They're being held at a barn with a few other vampires. The pastor has them in his custody—"

"Custody?" I repeated incredulously. "What, they're having a tea party with blood spiked drinks?"

Carlo shot me a dark look. He hated being interrupted.

"He has guards watching them. The Hybrid's sister has been caught too," He gestured sharply back to the house, referring to Klaus's sister Rebekah. He nodded to my car. "Get in and drive. We're going to the barn at nightfall. I'll call you before I pick you up."

Which could only mean we were taking his Ducati, surprisingly. He usually only used it for quick trips and not rescue missions.

"Shouldn't we take my Maybach?" I asked, running a hand over the door. "I should be carrying—"

"No weaponry, Isabella. I'll be taking care of the humans while you get your family."

"How will I get my brothers home?"

He shot me an almost-smile before getting on his bike and riding off.

I tried not to dwell too much on what 'taking care' might mean. Carlo would do his job and I mine. But I couldn't help thinking of their families, if they had any.

I ignored those thoughts. The only thing I would be worrying about was running with my brothers back home, evidently that would be the only way to go home as some sort of twisted training session from Carlo.

He never outright said I needed to improve my strength, I mused in my head.

I drove back to my apartment and got ready for the night ahead.

***

Night did not fall—it slammed down on me. Carlo gave me a missed call and I was outside in the next second, the freezing air seeped through my tights and my bare arms through my tank as we screamed past air along the road. At sharp corners I could feel him grow more agitated as I clutched at his shoulders.