Ebony Lestrange: A journey to Mystic Falls. Book two

Chapter three

I stayed up all night, just being thirsty, my throat dry. I boarded my windows as best I could, the sun burnt me as it bled through my windows. I sit in my dark apartment, I did the "spell" that was written on the paper, I did it with the small necklace that was given to me by that jerk of a man.
" that fucking jerk," I whisper, I put on the necklace, I don't feel any different then how I felt before the necklaces cardboard fell from my window, I fall I to fetal position ready for the burn, I close my eyes. I hear it hit the floor, I feel the heat of the sun, no burn. Did a spell just turn this item into a magical item. I run around my apartment taking all the cardboard boxes off my windows, doing a small victory dance while doing a small victory dance. I feel something from the object, a magical presence, it made me stop. This reminds me of Stefans ring........ wait...... family heirloom, vampire.
" Orange monstrosity, feed yourself I will be back in a jiffy," I grab my keys and walk out of the apartment, closing the door behind me. I go back and put some cat food in the bowl, giving the orange cat a wink and a smile, I wave and close the door. I lock it, and I'm on my way. I make my way downstairs, a red sports car sits in the front. A wave of sounds hits me, the birds chirping, the sound of everyone's heartbeat as they passed me. The smells invade my nose, the food from a food cart across the park. Tyler get out of the red car,
" Hey Ebony, some of the other guys went to a party last night and are having major hangovers, so it's You, Matt and me," he beamed, I knew that was gonna happen basic human things.
" Um Tyler, I need you to get back in your car," I urged, he gave me a confused look and got back into his car. I could still hear it, the blood leaving one vein and going into another, and another, gushing through the body, I hear it everywhere. I walk up to the car, checking my watch. We have time. I knock on the window, Tyler rolls it down,
" Stefans address now, please," Tyler points me in the direction of a big mansion, I could see the top over trees,
" Over there, do you want me to meet you at the station or something?" I nod and start to run towards the house. The Salvatore manner is a big wooden house, with many windows and a windy driveway, with a beautiful decoration of trees and flowers in the middle. I get to the door and I knock hard. The door flys into splinters at the contact, I stay there shocked.
" What was that?" A deep voice calls from the inside,
" It's Ebony, is that You Stefan?" I hear footsteps, a man with black hair and a body to die for cane into view,
" No, I'm his brother. How can I help you?" He asks, getting closer. I don't know if he knows about Stefan, I shouldn't say anything.
" Is Stefan here?" I ask, he shakes his head.
" Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I stomp my feet, and then I let out a scream of annoyance. Then I straighten up, " I'm sorry, I'm not like this. I have a lot more chill days, but today is just not one of them," I laugh, I reach my hand towards his, he puts out his hand. A ring leaking of magic touches my hand, " Ebony, Ebony L," I say, I look at the ring on his finger, " Family heirloom?" I ask. His face turns pale, with his eyes turning dark red, lines of veins go pulsing out from under his eyes, he throws me against a photo at the other end of the room. I smash into it breaking the frame, then fall to the floor,
" Yes, actually it is very old. Why are you here Ebony?" he asks, stalking closer.
" Why is it that everyone wants to throw me against shit," the man gives me a look then a smirk, I scoff, " Of course you would be thinking about that kind of shit you pervert," I yell, I get up and get on my feet, fighting stance.
" You don't think that's gonna stop me, do you?" He laughs, I nod. He runs towards me fast, be hits me in the leg, I fall on my knees. He punches me in the face, I fall to the floor.
" Well, that must be a new personal best Damon," he says, I hear him mimic a cheering crowd. I swing my leg tripping him, I get on top of him, holding down his legs with my knees, and his arms with my hands. He tries to strain against my arms, but he can't, they're locked down tight.
" Oh you must love this," he taunts, I scoff,
" Actually I'm going through being a fucking vampire and a werewolf at the same time, as proven yesterday by a lunatic," I say, his eyes widen,
" So, that's why your here. You think your gonna get advice from two vampires that could possibly help you, well now one because I hold a grudge," he says, his sarcastic tone annoys me. I wish he would just shut up. I get off him,
" I'm gonna wait outside," I say, I walk to the door. I check my watch, fuuuck, I don't have time to wait. " Tell him to meet me at bays gallery, 5-8 I need to talk to him," I said, then I gazed to the station.
Tyler and Matt look at me tired, the train a estimate of two minutes away.
" There You are, we were worried about you being late," Tyler smiled, I ran to the ticket booth. I paid for the tickets, and got on the train just in time. We sit in a booth in the back of the car. I remember the last time I was on the train, the twins yelling at me to get off, me almost doing it, even thinking about just forgetting my dream. I look out the window.
" Hey are you ok?" Matt asked, I look ahead of me at Matt.
" Well, I was sitting on this exact train when something happened that almost made me never come to Mystic falls, this same chair," I explain, Matt gives me a look, " I don't need your pity, I made the decision. I am gonna stick with it. It just sucks that I have to go to an art gallery with some mystery guests that Gazelle won't tell me who they are," I explain further, Tyler and Matt and look at me. Why do they need to be caring guys? Why couldn't I be friends with jerks, who didn't care? My phone rings, Gazelle, I answer,
"What's up good-looking?" I beam, she laughs,
"Honey, more news. The gallery heard you sing and want you to do a show, at the gallery." She pauses, " And I wanted you to know that your guests will meet you at the gallery, can't wait to see you my lovely," she chirps, then hangs up. That beautiful goddess is such a Mini Cooper sometimes. But, she knows what she's doing. I put my phone down on the table,
"What was that about?" Tyler asked, I rub my eyes,
"Well, my publicist now gave me the information that I will have to show my talents at the gallery," I joked, they smiled. " Alright I got to call them real quick," I inform, I pick up my phone and dial the gallery, I hold it up to my ear, They answer, a women's voice,
" Hello this is Tracy from Bays Gallery, how can I help you?" She says sweetly,
" Hello this is Beatrice Worldly, I have been informed by my secretary that I have to perform at tonight event, is that true?" I ask in a British accent, Tyler and Matt look at me confused. I hear shuffling of paper,
" Mrs Worldly, ummm.... it would be amazing if you would, we do have extra time and thought you would be open to the idea," she says excitingly. I look at Tyler and give him a funny face, he smiles and looks at Matt,
" Ok, I would like to discuss it to your manager if that's ok," I said calmly, trying to suppress my anger,
" Yes right away. Jerry I got Beatrice Worldly on line 3," I hear her press a button, and I'm on hold.
" Beatrice Worldly? Why can't you use your real name?" Matt asks,
" Well, in the art world I am very popular if I show my real face and name, I would be bombarded with people, and I don't like a lot of people, and or attention," I explained,
" Hello Beatrice, this is Jerry the manager," I put a finger up to Matt, I mouth to him that I'm not on hold,
" Hello Jerry, I have been informed about the extra time for a little show of me singing, or something," I say, he laughs
" Oh yes, your publicist said that you would gladly do it, and we would love to hear you," he beamed, of course she did,
"Ok, well I'm on my way. I'm on the train now, and will see you tonight. I have brought two gentlemen with me, which means that I want a few things if that's ok?" I ask, Tyler and Matt give me smiles mixed with confused looks,
" Of course Mrs Beatrice, what do you need? I am grabbing a pen and paper," he said, I hear shuffling of papers and then a click of the pen,
"I would love it if you had some chocolate fudge, and herbal tea for me when I arrive, also enough for my two guests, me, and my other guests who were invited by my publicist," I hear the scribbling of the pen,
" How many did your publicist invite?" He asked,
" I don't know, your gonna have to call her to get the specifics, but also can you rent two tuxes for me and send them to my room? The amount you paid for the tuxes please take out of the amount earned from the paintings along with your cut," I informed, more scribbling,
" Is that all?" He asked, I laugh.
" Yes, but if anything goes wrong at this event, please inform me, so I can fix it before arriving," I add, I don't need another Karen at the desk wanting to rent a painting, then me having to cancel my entire event because of her yelling.
" Alright, the tuxes will be there along with the extra accessories: masks, and another black dress just for you, Alright see you this evening,"  he beams,
" Thank You Jerry, I will call with the song arrangement before the event," I inform,
" perfect, goodbye," he says, I hang up. Tyler pulls out a bag of Doritos, I place my phone on the table. Matt reaches for the bag to get some. The  scent of his blood leaked out of his arm, I grabbed his arm, the sense of blood is making me crazy. No this is wrong, I pull myself back,
"Do you know what? Your arm muscles look super good, i hope you know that," I joke, he laughs nervously. I let go of his arm and stared out the window. Ok maybe I seem creepy, but at least he did not lose an arm. The train ride was long, and Matt and Tyler kept talking about how I travel is weird, why not ride in a plane? Or a car? They say, because I feel safer in a familier setting, I think. I just never traveled by plane, and cars make me nervous.
The seven hours are up, and we get out stuff and head to the hotel.
" Little side note; change your names, and only call me Beatrice, or Mrs. Worldly," I inform the boys they smile and nod, the taxi smelled of old cheese and sweat, lovely just what I wanted to smell like on my way to a five star hotel. We get to the hotel, the emerald green hallways leading to the lobby. I don't have any bags but the boys grabbed theirs. I put on a pair of sunglasses I bought off the cab driver for $10. A small woman walks towards me smiling, she claps her hands together,
" Hello, you must be the wrong hotel. This is for top notch customers, but there is a three star hotel down the street," she says, her black dress going down to her knees, and her blonde hair in a tight bun on top of her head. I breathe,
" Gosh Courtney, you get more ridiculous every time I see you," I say, my fake British accent ringing.
" Mrs. Worldly I haven't seen you in a while how's it been?" She asks, her posture tensing. She hates me, because I always come back here, and us usually leave a big surprise for her in my room. Last time, it was a thousand feathers, and of course it was outrageous to clean, but she did unleash about five dogs into me. I wonder how's this trip gonna be?
" It's been great darling, my bodyguards and me are gonna be off now, is my room ready?" I ask, she nods. She hands me a key card, I smile and nod. The boys and me make our way to the elevator, it opens we enter it and press our floor number. The door closes and I exhale loudly, " That bitch makes me hold my breath," I laugh, the boys join in. The laughter stops as the door ding open. We walk down the hall to our room, and unlock the door. We go inside and there on a transporting clothing rack is our outfits for the night. The boys grab their suits and head to the bathroom to change, I examine my dress. The beautiful black satin dress was beautiful, the neckline going to my belly button, but not exposing me, and two slits that go up to my hips. I quickly change and check for my necklace, my daylight necklace sings from my neck, loving the spotlight. I wear the bracelet from the twins, and put on e pair of black high heels, with a thin heel. I put o a pair of diamond earrings from the travel jewelry box Gazelle always leaves at my room.
" Boys You ready?" I yell to Matt and Tyler, I grab a bottle of perfume and spritz my wrist, lightly patting it behind my ears and on my neck. The boys come out looking very handsome. Both bow ties are done to perfection, and their suits fit them perfectly.
" You look beautiful," Matt says, I giggle.
" Honey, I know. Now, let's get these masks on and head out. My mask consist of black lace that hide half my face, but show my violet eyes.
" Wow is that your real eye color?" Tyler asks examining my eyes further, I shake my head,
" Contacts," I lied. Tyler and Matt put on their plain white masks, no pattern, no lace.
I grab a small black purse Gazelle left, a small handbag, I stuff my phone and glasses in it. We make our way downstairs past the little bitch and out the doors to the limo waiting for us. We get inside, where champagne and wine lay in iced buckets.
" We can't touch the Alcohol since I didn't bring extra cash, maybe we can on our way back, but we can't on the way there makes my act sloppy," I explain, I lightly laugh. They nod.
" So, Beatrice Worldly? Where did you think of that?" Tyler asks, I smile. I thought of it from my mother,but that's a secret,
" Just put my finger down a list with my eyes closed, and stopped on a random name, my publicist chose my last," I joke, they smile and laugh. We look out the window looking at the light of the town, I loved the feeling of the town, I missed it. We finally arrive to the art building, we get out of the limo, and walk up the steps, " stay silent unless spoken to, everybody acts insane, and I don't want anybody following us home," I explain in my British accent, they laugh. We walk into the building, my art lines the walls. People of different heights, weights, women, men, everyone smiling and laughing talking about my work, admiring it. I don't get people who talk about art.
" Your work is amazing," Matt whispers, I look back and see Matt and Tyler amazed by my work on the walls.
" Yes, but..... none of the names make sense," I explain, I point to a painting of a burning house, with a panther in the corner hiding, " That painting is named the beauty of fire, but as you can see it's a horror show," they laugh, I meet eyes with a short girl, a little shorter than me. She has hair a little off her shoulders, brown hair, tan skin, and a pale blue jumpsuit. Her white heels with a white fur stripe over her toes click while she walks towards me, her green eyes lit up when she gets in front of me.
" Hello," she waved, I smile. She holds out her hand, " My name is Falon, and I love your work. My favorite one is the happiness of Roses, that painting was magnificent, the name a little weird though, no offense," she whispers, I giggle. The happiness of roses, I painted a rose bush, but only one thorned rose, it was representing my depression stage.
" Your totally fine, I don't choose the names of my paintings I just show up to sell them, Beatrice worldly," I grab her hand with a strong grip, she winces but returns the favor. Her grip turns stronger then mine which surprises me, she lets go.
" That makes sense, I was gonna asl how these names fit with your paintings, " she laughs, her smile was big, I loved her energy.
" Well, this is Matt and Tyler they are my bodyguards for tonight," I introduce, the boys wave and smile.
" Oh, hello," she smiles, she waves.
" Alright enjoy your evening, lovely to meet you," I smile, she nods and walks towards a man with curly black hair in a red vintage coat. Me and the boys walk to the food, the table filled with finger sandwiches and small glasses of champagne. I grab two and hand them to the boys. White hair catches my eye, I stop moving. 
We meet eyes. Gazelle you fucking didn't. Draco walks towards me with a smile on his face,
" Hello, Gazelle told me that I could see you here," he smiles, I take a sip of champagne,
" Walk with me," I say, him chuckling when he hears my fake accent. We walk around looking at the paintings, Matt and Tyler walking behind me,
" You didn't say goodbye, you just left," he said, I look at him, he just looks at the paintings,
" I know-" I started, he gives me a look making me stop,
" You.... left me... with Pansy," he said, a fake barf sound came out of his mouth, " Those weasley twins miss you, they look over at our table, even asked me when you would be back," he whispered, " They are just miserable," he said, tears swell in my eyes. Draco sees I'm struggling and pats my back,
" Draco.... I am living my dream... I'm happy that I moved. Do I have regrets? Yes, I wish I could have brought them with me, but I couldn't," I quietly cried. He brings me close giving me a hug. I hug him back,
" I know you are broken about them, but they need to accept that you are gonna go after your goals, letting you meet them in the end," he whispers in my ear,
" Not anymore Draco," I said, he hugs me tighter, He pushes me away realizing what was happening,
" Get off me, your messing up my hair," he "fixes" his hair, putting his hands through it to fluff it up. Feedback from a microphone sounds.
" Hello... 1,2 testing... ok, well welcome to the Beatrice Worldly event," the blonde woman smiles and claps signaling other to clap as well, " The artist has given us her presence, and has prepared a speak and a talent, and then will answer questions," she smiles, everybody whispers, my favorite part. I wave to Draco and the boys, I glide to the microphone and sit on a stool that was placed there when I grabbed the mic.
" Hello I'm Beatrice worldly. And I don't know what to say....." a long pause, " No literally, I don't really talk at functions. But I can quickly answer some questions, or just go straight to talent.." a blonde man with serious acne puts his hand up, a girl in all black hands him a microphone,
" Well, I am an artist and I went through your gallery to see inspiration, and all I found was beautiful backstory of happiness. Where did you find your inspiration?" He asked, my eyes go wide, backstory of happiness? Defiantly crazy,
" Well, Thank you. I got my inspiration from experience and my childhood, and of course ex boyfriends," I laugh, I hear a few giggles from other girls, a girl with bright pink hair puts her hand up,
" The art piece The beauty of fire, inspiration from where? Is there something special in the painting? Like a calling card?" Good questions,
" my house was lit on fire, when I was young. And I have painted a panther hiding in a bush, kinda hard to see but if you have an artist eye you can see the difference between the blacks, each painting has a different thing that was me," I explain she nods and writes down in her notepad. A woman with a brown bob snatched the microphone out of the girls hand,
" Do you paint all these yourself? Because I have found one of my originals in your gallery and want it back," another one of these crazies. I give my best calm but angry faces,
" Yes I do paint these by myself, and I doubt that it was one of your originals," the woman laughs showing her giant teeth,
" The Happiness of Roses, that was painted by me," she sneers, everybody gasps then looks at me, I laugh hard.
" First of all miss, that painting was painted by me, I have a video of me painting it on a camera, I do it with all my paintings," I lied, that painting was mine, if she wanted it, she could pay for it.
" You copied my work," she yells, I look her straight in her eyes,
" Let's day I did, what does that painting mean to you? What's the meaning?" She smiles,
" Roses are beautiful, that's the meaning," I smile,
" Blondie get that painting and hold it over here please," she follows my order, she holds it close to me, " First of all miss, as you can see there are thorns on this rose, as said if you have the artists eye you can see it. When I painted this painting I was going through a depression, my house just burnt down by someone close to me, I was inside. After surviving I painted this.... this painting, this painting, it represents that I grew throbs where I didn't trust anybody to treat me like a rose, I didn't trust anybody to touch my delicate body. Now, get out of my gallery event and never, ever come in her trying to ruin my artworks good name," I stared her straight in her eyes, she drops the microphone and stomps out of the gallery, I turn towards the blonde, " Sorry honey, if you want the painting, please keep it, I know it's heavy and I made you hold it. I'm so sorry honey," I smile, she laughs and puts the painting back. I turn back towards the crowd, " Anymore questions?" I smile, Tyler and Matt give me a silent applause, Draco gives me a thumbs up. That was.... awesome.