Jezebel Gilbert was always outcasted by the town of Mystic Falls. She was broken by not only the people at her school, but also the people she was forced to call family. An innocent girl was turned into someone unrecognizable. After her parents deat...
When I wake up I notice that I'm in my room. I also feel a pressure in my hands. I turn my head to the side to see Nik sitting next to me, holding my hand. He's looking down. I squeeze lightly and his head shoots up. "You're awake." He breaths. I nod, smiling slightly. "How long was I out?"
"Two days. You were starting to worry me there love." "I'm sorry." "No, don't you dare apologize for this. It's not your fault." I nod, understanding. "I just wish I could have helped more. What happened?" I ask.
"After Mikael stabbed you, as you feel you sent a spell towards Damon Salvatore that saved my life. When he fell he dropped the white oak stake. I picked it up and stabbed my father with it. He's gone. For good this time." I nod. "Good."
"Thank you love. I don' know if I'd still be alive if it wasn't for you." "Of course. You're my first friend Nik, I'd do anything for you." He grins and places a kiss on my forehead. "Thank you." I nod and then struggle to sit up with Nik's help.
"Did you eve figure out what happened to Rebekah." I ask. He nods, looking solemn. "Elena stabbed her with a dagger. She's in the basement of the Salvatore Boarding House. Also, I granted Stefan his freedom and he stole the other members of my family." My eyes widen.
"What?" "He said the price of his freedom was too much." I grab his hand. "We'll get them back. I promise." He nods, a grateful look in his eye. I suddenly realize I'm no longer in the dress I wore to homecoming. "Who changed me?" I ask. A blush crosses his face.
"Well, I did. You haven't invited any of my hybrids in yet so..." He trails off. I feel the blush deepen on my face. "Oh." There's a bit of silence before I break it. "Um, I'm going to get dressed. Ming figuring out something for me to eat. I haven't eaten in two days." He nods, standing.
"Call me if you need anything love." I nod and then he's gone, closing the door behind him. I let out a breath. What is he doing to me? I don't get flustered around guys. I never have. Nik's different though. Maybe because he's the first person I've ever really considered a friend.
Yeah, that's it. It has to be. Shaking it off I head into my bathroom and shower. I take my time, loving the feeling of the warm water cascading down my body. Once I'm clean I step out and head towards my closet. I search through it for something to wear.
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Finally I decide on something and slip it on. Once I'm dressed I head back into my bathroom and brush out my hair. That doesn't take too long and soon I'm headed down stairs where Nik is. To my surprise he's in my kitchen. Cooking. "What's this?" I ask, walking up behind him.
"Uh, just a little something. I figured it'd take too long for food to get here so I decided to cook myself. I beam up at him. "Thank you." He grins down at me. "Of course love. Now, it's almost ready, mind getting two plates." I nod and go through my cupboards.
Once I have what I need I place them on the kitchen island and sit down, waiting for Nik to finish. It's soon ready and Nik portions out a helping onto each of our plates. He comes and sits next to me and we eat together. I laugh as we converse.
He's telling me stories from when they were alive. It seemed like peaceful time. After we each I take to doing the dishes and soon I'm done. With nothing to do the rest of the afternoon. I decide to grab my sketchbook and draw.
"You're an artist?" He asks me as we sit together on the couch. I blush. "Not really. It's more of a hobby." "Can I see some of your work and be the judge of that?" I reluctantly nod and hand over the book. His eyes widen more and more after each page. "These are amazing." He breaths.
I blush somemore. "Thank you." He flips the journal around to show me my first picture. It a picture of a woman, kneeling on the ground, crying. "What's this one about?" I look down, knowing how he's going to react when I tell him.
"I took up drawing to help me relieve my feelings. I couldn't talk to anyone so I drew it. That specific one has a story to it. It was the first time my father beat me." His eyes widen, shock covering his features.
"Ever since I could remember Elena has always been the golden child. I never knew why. We had the same grades, the same drive, everything. We were twins." I look up and meet his eye. I don't see the pity I was expecting. I see understanding.
"Every birthday Elena would get a party with all her friends and I would be sent to bed early so that they could hang out without me bothering them." "You don't have to tell me love." "I know, but I want to." He nods, waiting for me to continue.
"My whole life I tried to be the perfect sister. The perfect daughter. I got good grades, never went out and partied, always was polite and kept to myself. Nothing worked. I was still the outcast. I'd go to school everyday with a mixture of fear and relief." There's a questioning look in his eyes.
"Fear because I knew I would be mocked, teased, maybe ever hurt, but relieved because I was escaping that same thing at home. I tried to get people to notice, but it was like whenever it came to me, it was deserved." Pain flashes through his eyes.
"I egged them on. I made them do it. I deserved to be treated the way I was. I heard it for so long that I started to believe it. When my parents died everyone criticized me for not taking it badly. So I left." A tear slips down my cheek.
"I traveled the country. I went everywhere around the states. Everywhere that wasn't Mystic Falls. That's when I received a phone call from Jeremy." He grabs my hand, noticing how shaky they are right now.
"I wasn't just adopted in to the Gilbert family, I was the product of a woman my adoptive father had an affair with and another man. She went to him because she has nowhere else to go. My adoptive mother was furious when she found out." He squeezes my hand.
"In that moment I was never more relieved. I'm not related to the monsters I was forced to call family for 17 years. The only good thing that came out of that family was Jeremy. Not long after I found out about my adoption I found out that my mother was a witch." He nods.
"I searched for her for a long time, but came up short. That's when I got a call from Jeremy, begging me to come home. So I did. Now you're all caught up." I say, letting go of his hand and wiping the tears away from my face.
"Love you deserve so much more than what has been given to you." "You sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." I smile at him. "You know, you've never been anything but kind to me Nik. Sometimes I think you're my own personal angel." He laughs. "Careful love, Lucifer was an angel." I grin.
"And my namesake was an evil temptress." "Well then aren't we a pair." I nod, laying my head on his shoulder. "We sure are."
