I Am So Not Jenna

Chapter 3 - Count Quackulla

I didn't have to wait very long for Elena to arrive back home, at which she rushes passed me in both fear and horror. I knew then that the dramatics of the series had truly began. It was admittedly not something that I was actually looking forward too. Perhaps because by all technical means I am going to die within like six months or less?

So, I wait patiently in the living room and then I watch Elena walk down the stairs worriedly before she goes into the kitchen looking like she's about ready to freak the fuck out. The rest of the night after that was quiet, as a result I snuggled up with a drunk and passed out Zach Salvatore(who snores like a baby and smells like stale alcohol— yuck). But, on the bright side of that, his body heat is much warmer then mine and he is attractive.

The next morning was interesting in its own right, Elena had went, (reluctantly) to her meeting with Stefan (not that she told us that of course). Jeremy, Caroline and I (along with a very hung over and sleepy Zach) went to get vervain ink tattooed into our skin.

Caroline wanted something dainty so she got a small flower on the left side of her foot. Jermey wanted something cool so he got a Celtic band around his upper arm where it'll be less noticeable. Then I talked Zach into getting a small star on his left butt cheek(for the hell of it). For me, I decided to get a sun tattoo done around my belly button.

Convincing the tattooist to put the vervain into our tattoos wasn't the simplest to do though and we had to pay extra and sign a waiver, just in case we got an infection from it. Although we needed to sign a waiver anyways but, oh well.

When we get back to the house Vicki was already waiting anxiously outside, with a side glance to both Jermey and Caroline, then a point at our teeth they got the message and they both (with Zach) went to Caroline's house.

"Vicki?" With a gentle whisper I great her. She pouts while seeing Jeremy leave with Caroline and Zach Salvatore.

She blinks and then frowns at me in confusion as she tilts her head curiously. "Miss Sommers? Where are they going? I need— I need help, my gums hurt and —and the sun is just too bright. Can I come inside? I'm — I think I'm starving."

I hum in response and gently grab her arm. "Of course, lets make you something okay? You can sit in the living room while I get it ready for you. There's a blanket hanging on the couch, put it over your head to block out the sun and don't forget to turn the tv off okay?"

She nods hesitantly but then carefully walks into the living room and shuts off the tv before laying on the couch with a blanket. Walking into the kitchen I work on making her soup, I would be tempted to feed her some blood, but my luck she'd turn and then burst into ash from the sun or she would drain me dry. Both of those possibilities suck and I intend to live a very long time before I die.

Two hours later she was rushing out of the house in fright because of how desperately hungry she was feeling. It's sad but to be honest I do not want to become newborn vampire breakfast.

Shortly after that Jeremy came back home and went upstairs, not long after that he sits beside me. After he does a smirk fights it's way onto my face and then so does his before we can stop it. In turn both of our faces are twitching, attempting to hide the laughter that is trying to bubble up above the surface as we wait patiently for the soon to be guest.

Zach comes back into the house looking irritated and drunk again before walking tipsy like all the way to my bedroom much to Jeremy's amusement and my shock. I open my mouth to speak but instead both of us start chuckling much to our surprise.

"Well, Aunt Jenna, it looks like we have a house guest." He remarks with a wink at me and a laugh.

I snort in response, "Maybe we should add on to the house and put in a guest wing, we could make it into like a bed and breakfast."