Sweetest Revenge (Vampire Diaries Fanfiction)

Chapter Five

My Dad was the father of six kids. Five boys and one girl.

He certainly didn't lack in money to raise us all. He had an inheritance set up for all of us, but I had inherited everything after every last one of my family members died.

Unfortunately, the life I lived with my father was not a stern one. My father never kept us grounded for longer than a few hours. He was soft on us. We had never been yelled at by him, and the only time I had seen him get remotely angry was for business and work.

The reason for that is simple; he was a workaholic and often had to make it up to us when he didn't make it home for birthdays, or any other celebrations.

I didn't blame my father. If anything, I believed we were lucky; we got to develop our own character and not have beliefs or opinions shoved onto us.

I was upset for my brothers. Never had they been yelled at like they were hearing now.

I watched my brothers cower in the corner, desperation in their eyes to get out of here.

I understood the feeling.

"Every time I think you're getting smarter, you do something stupid!" He was almost roaring—a few times he had, before keeping himself in check. "When you came to me, you said you would do anything. For what?"

Carlo didn't ask questions, not for himself, anyway. He asked them for my benefit.

"Revenge." I said quietly.

"I didn't hear you." He barked. My blood boiled in annoyance and anger. He knew how much this provoked me.

"Revenge!" I shouted and looked up at him. His eyes were predatory, narrowed, and livid.

"Why?" His voice was tight.

"They took too much."

"And you're getting downright chatty with a hybrid. Wait, that's not it. You're hunting a Hunter. When he finds you, he will kill you. And I made it very clear."

His sentence was unfinished and he didn't need to clarify it. Repeatedly he had said if I was going to die, it would be by his own hands. I don't know if that was supposed to be reassuring... but in a way it was. Because he wouldn't let me die.

I'd just have to deal with the whole dying by his hands later, and burn that bridge when I come to it.

"I'm not sorry for what I did." I stood to meet his gaze and saw the pure irritation in his eyes. "I am my own person and I wanted to—"

"No." He cut me off bluntly. "You do not belong to yourself. You belong to revenge. You have since you watched your family die, and straying from that path will not honour them, it will only mean turning your back on your purpose. Don't give me your modern, feminism views. That is not your world anymore. I thought you understood that."

Being scolded by Carlo sucks. He has a way of phrasing things that just wake you up.

"If you die before you avenge your family, what will it mean for them?" He gestured sharply to my brothers, who all flinched as if he was about to strike at them.

I used to think it was only me who was afraid of Carlo's soft voice.

Carlo was still talking.

"You drank his blood." He had repeated it a few times over and I remembered that he didn't know I had drank from Klaus two months ago either. "I told you not to accept anything from him."

"Carlo, his blood made me stronger. Really, if it weren't for drinking it, I'd have been injured today—"

"Because of him. You never would have been risking your safety if it weren't for him." He was still angry as ever. Yelling at me probably did nothing for his rage because I didn't beg for his forgiveness. I don't know if he got off on that, but he seemed to only get angrier the more I stepped up to him.