Author: dearcharlie PM
"Klaus was dead. That much Faye knew. That and that the Original family was out to get her own family for killing their brother. As much as she swore to herself that she wasn't going to get involved, she had to be. They were her brothers. Who else would watch out for them? Who else would whip them back to shape?" A Faye Salvatore fanfic.Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Drama - Chapters: 4 - Words: 6,651 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 07-07-12 - Published: 07-02-12 - id: 8277498
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N/A: This is set after the Season 4 finale. I don't own The Vampire Diaries, just Faye Salvatore and this story. It's been a while since I've written a full fic and I hope you stay tuned for more. Reviews and comments are always appreciated. xo~
Chapter 1: Heartlines
Klaus was dead. That much Faye knew. That and that the Original family was out to get her own family for killing their brother. As much as she swore to herself that she wasn't going to get involved, she had to be. They were her brothers. Who else would watch out for them? Who else would whip them back to shape?
She walked up to the Salvatore Boarding House and opened the front door without hesitation. It's been what? Ninety years since she last saw Stefan? A hundred since Damon? She missed them, truly, but she wasn't going to let them know that just yet. They did abandon her.
"Hello?" She called out, a smirk on her face. No one was home. Aside from Klaus' death, she also learned that Elena Gilbert, the human doppelganger that was the cause of all of this, had turned into a vampire. Maybe they were busy following her every command, just like they did Katherine.
She walked around the main living area, dragging a finger across the dusty keys of the piano, before swiping everything on it onto the ground. She sped to the table full of liquor and picked up a bottle of bourbon before swiping all of the contents of the table onto the floor too, making a mess. Faye took a sip of the whiskey she had and continued trashing the living room, and then the library, before making her way up stairs to Stefan's bedroom.
Faye walked over to the bookshelves where he stored his diaries and toppled it over, laughing at the mess she's made. Once done with her good brother's room, she made her way to Damon's. Ah Damon. His room looked so dramatic with the candles and the old letters. His room was cold compared to Stefan's. It was more empty despite its size. What could she possibly destroy here?
She walked around the room, throwing random books around just for the sake of making a mess, but unlike Stefan's which had his diaries, this one was empty of anything remotely related to humanity. Maybe she should just set fire to the bed. He'd get mad because of that, surely. Faye stared at it, knowing her brother was never really alone when he slept in it. He'd have his humans, his pets filling the emptiness. Shame. You wouldn't have been alone if you didn't leave me.
After a minute of contemplating Faye figured it would be best if she just left his room. With the mentality he had, he'd probably think that the lack of distress in his room would signify the lack of care she had for him. Very well. Maybe she'd love for him to think that.
Now that most of the damage has been done, there was nothing left to do but sit and wait. Faye went back to the main living area and continued drinking, her eyes set on the fire before her.
"Well, well," a voice startled her, causing her to jump from her seat. The man had an accent to match his cocky voice and a smirk that looked permanently glued on his face. "What do we have here?"
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Faye demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I was going to trash the place, but I see someone's already beat me to it," he chuckled walking over to the piano and giving it a shove, causing it to cascade into pieces against the wall. "What did the Salvatores ever do to you? Broke your heart? Forgot to call?"
"Something like that," Faye stood her ground. This was a Mikaelson, she could tell. If he found out that she was a Salvatore he'd have her head on a stick by the end of the night.
"I'm Kol," he offered his hand for a shake.
"Faye," she said simply, slipping her hand into his, but instead of the handshake she'd been expecting, he dipped his head down to place a kiss atop of her hand. She quickly pulled it away after. She needed to get out of there before he figured out who she was.
Kol reached for the bottle in her other hand and took a sip from it, his eye never leaving her. "I must commend Damon for his taste in alcohol though," he walked closer, pressing his body against hers, "and women."
"Get off of me," she rolled her eyes at him, still not moving.
"Come on, love," he placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head upward, "you've already trashed the place. Maybe we could rustle up some sheets too."
Kol leaned forward, placing a kiss on the base of her neck. The next thing he knew, he was pinned on the nearest wall with Faye's hand clamped around his throat. He chuckled before quickly switching their positions.
"Darling, if you wanted it rough, all you had to do was ask," Kol pressed his body against hers harder, taking her face in his hands. "Don't fight it," he whispered, before kissing her on the lips. To his surprise, the girl kissed him back eagerly, her arms snaking around his neck to hold him closer.
Girls were always easy, especially the sad ones. How marvelous it was that he was able to find entertainment here of all places. He placed his hands behind her thighs, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist so they could move. She did, and he moved to sit her on top of the empty table. His hands made their way up her shirt, roaming over the soft skin on her stomach, on her back. Faye pulled away, panting, and then pushed his coat off of his shoulders.
"You have no idea what you're in for, darling," Kol said, peeling off her shirt, his lips instantly on her shoulders, kissing her wherever he can.
"Oh I don't know about that," he was so busy kissing her that he didn't notice the placement of her hands. One was behind his neck and the other soon made its way to his chin. Faye pulled him away, smirking at him, before snapping his neck. "Darling," she mocked. It was the last thing he heard before everything went dark.
"I need another drink," Faye sighed, before hopping off of the table and putting her shirt back on. She was about to go look for another bottle of that bourbon Damon had when the front door flew open to reveal her brothers. Damon's eyes instantly widened upon seeing her, while Stefan's shifted between her and the semi-dead Original on the floor.
"What the hell?" The younger brother muttered. He was the one to step forward first to inspect the damage. Damon just stood there, as if he'd seen a ghost.
"Hello my darling brothers," Faye greeted, a smirk on her face. "I'm home."