Sweetest Revenge (Vampire Diaries Fanfiction)

Chapter Four

At the beginning of a book, you settle down in your seat to focus. You want to concentrate, so you'll be able to make sense of what will happen during your fictitious escape.

The smart readers will pay extra attention, because they know it is always at the beginning where everything is hinted at. The shallow will read with little opinion and allow themselves to take everything at face value.

But all readers will know that the end of the story, everything will be tied neatly in ribbons and bows, that everything will make sense.

That might be why the world depends so much on these escapes, or books; because in reality, rarely anything is tied so neatly. If you're lucky in life, you won't have to deal with too much loss. You will learn every day and mistakes will teach you without drastic consequences. You change for the better and not for the worse.

But like I said, that will only happen if you're lucky.

My 'fictitious escapes' were not books. They were my dreams.

If you've ever read a good book, you understand that the story in itself will only be as good as its author. Most deep parts of the story that are passionate have been experienced or understood by its author. A small part of the story always rings true. If you're a writer, even better.

Quite confusing to understand, but my dreams are my 'fictitious escapes' and I am the author of them. There will always be a part of my dreams that rings true. Everything I've experienced and understood in life comes back to haunt me in my dreams.

"Goody bags for the kids,"

I showed no reaction when Klaus walked into my apartment and threw bags of blood to each of my brothers in turn. They each scooted back just a little further into the shadows, but their gratitude flashed in their eyes in the split second of eye contact they made with Klaus.

They were still afraid of him.

Klaus looked at me last. He was wearing a grey T-shirt and jeans, something I couldn't help but notice. It was kind of... strange. Too casual for a wolf-y vampire.

"You know I never asked for them," I stood from the desk and turned the lights on. We had been sitting in the dark since I woke and it was making me sleepy, not in a good way.

Klaus nodded impatiently.

"Well, the kids have to eat at some point, love. Better for me to feed them than you."

He turned and walked around my apartment. It was the first time he was actually inside it; usually I never let him past the foyer.

I glared at his back. He trailed a hand over the flat screen, stared at the cartoon my brothers were watching on mute for a moment before turning back to me.

"You have to sleep at some point, too." He rose his brow as he said it but I saw the way his gaze lingered on my eyes and almost slumped posture. Frowning, I straightened and turned away from him to the kitchen.

My apartment was large and wide, open spaced and heavily protected against the sun despite its many windows. They were all shuttered heavily with metal, save for a few in my bedroom and bathroom, which also conveniently led to the large balcony and an emergency exit...

I guess I still didn't trust the last of my family.

"What say you have a rest and I'll watch over them?"

I had just started making myself coffee while watching my brothers from the corner of my eyes. Klaus braced his arms over my kitchen counter.

I turned to face him coolly. Would he watch over them, or me?