Sweetest Revenge (Vampire Diaries Fanfiction)

Chapter Six

Dinner was awkward. Rebekah was still chatting quietly to Micah while he drank his blood bag; Alex and Jared were in the games room, not worried about Klaus anymore. Stefan was staring at Micah talk like he was... strange, I guess. Klaus's eyes darted around the table, impatiently and a little predatory or suspicious. I was eating way too much, on my second helping already. It was amazing—I had to count to five before taking another bite, or I'd be sick.

Finally, Stefan spoke. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but... these boys are your brothers? The ones who were in the cages with us?"

Micah flinched sharply at the mention of the cages, although in the car he had been talking about them as if they were just another games room. Now he stared at Stefan like he was only just recognizing him.

"You're the man who got shot," Micah said wondrously.

My brothers had also been shot, several times, but Micah must have forgotten. This is what being a vampire does to him; he's diseased, doesn't remember what he says or does until sharply reminded. Carlo explained it to me in the most sensible way; that his brain forced him to forget the horrible experiences.

Now Stefan stared at Micah like he was confused. There was an expression on his face I didn't like. Like Micah was a tragedy or something. Maybe he wanted to set up a charity for the little vampire children, get them serious help.

I hate pity.

"Yes, they are my brothers, and they are vampires, and they were caught in the cages with you."

I stared at him hard, dropping my fork, waiting for him to go on about how wrong it is for children to be vampires, like I had any say in the matter. Most other vampires said that to me, every time.

Somehow, everyone had become unpredictable to me, and he only stared at Micah before looking around at all of us.

"Are you human?" He asked me.

"Of course she is," Klaus answered sharply. "What, you're incapable of telling the difference now?"

"She just... I mean, you kind of seem like..." He was at a loss for words. I stared hard into his eyes, waiting for him to go on, see how much he knows.

"Isabella's special." Micah said now, narrowing his eyes at Stefan. "Is there something you want to say about her?"

He crossed his arms in front of his small chest and in that moment, he looked like the most adorable little brother I could ever have.

And then his eyes filled with blood, and fangs cut into his lower lip.

I looked away sharply while Klaus asked one of the girls for a new bag of blood.

I listened to my brother rip into it as I resumed eating, keeping a straight face.

"So, why are you here?" Stefan asked me, still watching me.

"She's—"

"You're not nearly as suspicious as Damon is naturally." I interrupted Klaus, who was about to jump at making excuses for me. Stefan raised his brow at the reference to his brother. "But you're still suspicious, even if you hide it behind your innocent questions. Is it a Salvatore thing?"

Slowly, a strange smile played over his lips and he stayed staring at me.

"You might say that."

"How old were you when you turned, Stefan?" I asked him. He looked like a boy, but his baby face and muscled body went kind of well with each other. Like he knew he wanted to be peaceful, but could show his claws when he needed to. It was a shame those kind of people caused more problems in the world than good.