Sweetest Revenge (Vampire Diaries Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven

I was never a peaceful person after what happened two years ago.

Most people descend slowly into the vengeful part of themselves. It's a long, rocky—but slippery, road to go down. People will swear they won't be driven by revenge, and try to retreat to their human emotions and forgive, forget, try to move on. Except... maybe one day it was too much to deal with—and there they are, vengeful.

Unfortunately, I am not like most people.

I was driven by a rage and bloodlust—not the vampire kind—immediately after what happened. I didn't stall. The situation had become too personal too quickly. Before, I would have wanted them to suffer for ruining my life, and my brother's lives, and ending the rest of my family's lives.

But now I needed them to suffer.

Carlo says that's what drew him to me at first; my plunge into retribution. Flattering—not that I cared. If Carlo found me interesting, or whatever...

I banged the door in without bothering to knock.

There was a moment of silence, absolute nothingness, as I walked through the foyer to a beautiful lounge I'd love to live in. It reminded me of my parent's library.

In the next moment, I was facing the Salvatore brothers, looking more suspicious than ever. They didn't need to be suspicious. I was laying all my feelings on the table here.

"You fucking dickheads." I growled. Stefan winced.

"Isabella—"

"No." I interrupted him, holding a hand up. "I get to talk here. You boys shut up and listen, for once in your lives."

Damon crossed his arms over his chest, looking annoyed. I was a second away from tearing their heads off.

"Not everything is about you and Elena. You killed the only chance I had at saving my brothers." Damon and Stefan simultaneously looked down, in shame or boredom, I wouldn't know. I didn't care, either. "Bastards. That's all you are. You, Damon Salvatore, are convinced that killing is the only answer. Sometimes it is! But you don't kill someone just because you don't know the full story. And you, Stefan, are so convinced you're doing the best you can for Elena, and everyone else in the world, you're fucking blind to everything else!"

"He was going to kill humans—"

"Shut up. Shut the hell up. I know everything that happened." I turned to Damon, "You told Elena to kill him. And Stefan, ever the bunny lover, decided to try a peaceful approach.She didn't need to kill him, but she did, because you bastards decided to withhold information from her."

"How the hell do you know—"

The gun was out of my jeans and in my hand. Gun shots were always under-rated. The loud bang resonated through the house and blood seeped through his shirt. He groaned for a second; looking down in surprise, and realized it wasn't a wooden bullet.

Stefan lunged—and his hands caught air as I looked at him from behind, further into his house. He spun around, confused, before staring at me standing behind Damon.

"Don't fight me, boys." I warned. I walked passed them and slammed the front door shut behind me as I left.

The Night Before:

"How the hell are you supposed to think this is a good thing?" I demanded.

Carlo leaned against the wall by the kitchen, a mask of urbanity set on his face. He was still, calm, and had faith in his plan; I was pacing, and trying not to yell at him. I was mostly failing with the whole yelling part.