Hey guys! So here! Chapter three! :D YIPEE! I just wanted to tell you guys that this is a fanfic that will NOT end up with Edward and Bella. I mean, sure Edward left to "protect" her, but I don't want them to end up together because I want Bella to be a strong character, not like in New Moon where she just drops everything and accepts Edward's apology with open arms. And another reason why they won't end up together is because of Damon and Stefan being overprotective over her. ;D Also, Bella DOES NOT look like Kristen Stewart. If you imagine this Bella as her, well she's not. Don't worry, her appearance is going to be described later on in the chapter, but it won't be detailed too much because I want you guys to try and picture your own Bella (but not KStew though). ;D
Also, I've been debating on who Bella should end up with. Please help me choose!
Bella/Klaus; Bella/Tyler; Bella/Jeremy (I know about the whole thing with Tyler/Caroline and Bonnie/Jeremy; but in here, Caroline's with Matt and Bonnie doesn't think of Jeremy that way. But whatever the alternative, I already have backups for who ever Bella ends up with... Did that sound right?) :P
PS Bella's mother will be revealed soon! Don't worry!
Without futher ado, CHAPTER THREE!
Disclaimer: I do not and probably will never own Twilight or The Vampire Diaries because they are already owned by S.M and L.J.S.
NEVER GIVE UP TILL YOU GET YOUR WINE
"I wonder what Damon's little bitch will look like?" Caroline wondered loudly.
"Umm... I don't think she's Damon's new bed mate." I said. "When he spoke to her on the phone, he sounded... nice."
"Damon? Nice? Elena, did you hit your head?" Bonnie asked.
"Let's just wait till we see her before we judge." I said firmly.
"I think the wait is over guys." Jeremy said, looking straight past me.
I heard Tyler whistled in amazement, making Matt chuckle.
"Wow." I heard Caroline say in... wonder..?
"Aww..." I heard Bonnie breathed. Aww?
I twisted around and there they were. Stefan and Damon. They were each holding a hand of the girl between them.
She was beautiful, but the more appropriate word for her was adorable. I felt like I wanna run to her and hug her! She was about five feet tall and her figure was slender. She had pale skin, but not too pale. I stared at her face and it was plain to see that she had that child-like expression written on her face. She had black hair with a black cap on it and she had blue eyes, kinda like Damon's. Hmm... She looks so much like Damon. Maybe she's their sister! I mean, Stefan never mentioned a sister before... but the resemblance between her and Damon was too much and the fact that they were all wearing leather.
Stefan looked at me and smiled. The girl looked at Stefan then followed his gaze to us. Her eyes widened when she saw my face and she was slowly backing away. Stefan bent over and whispered something to her ear. She looked scared, but while Stefan continued whispering to her, her fear was wiped out of her face and replaced by a big smile that reminded me of a child opening up Christmas present. I guess she thought I was Katherine, since a lot of people, or in this case- vampires, always mistook me for her.
She was still holding their hands when she skidded across the room from the entrance to us, looking like a little girl.
When the trio finally reached our table, Stefan carefully removed his hand from hers and sat down beside me. The only two seats available now were between Jeremy and Tyler. Both boys stood up and pulled one of each chair, gesturing for the girl to sit. The girl looked confused, not knowing where to sit, causing Jeremy and Tyler to glare at each other. Oh great. My little brother...
"Ugh." Damon groaned and sat at the chair beside Tyler. "I'm watching you, Lockwolf." he muttered to Tyler.
Tyler looked disappointed and sagged back down to his seat.
The girl settled down at the seat beside Jeremy and I saw Jeremy's lips pull up into a smile, which obviously meant victory.
"I'm watching you, too, Gilbert." Damon threatened at Jeremy.
"So, Damon. Who's your new toy?" Caroline asked.
The girl flinched and the smile she wore faltered. Gosh, I don't know why but I suddenly had the urge to hit the back of Caroline's head. Why did she have to be rude now?
"Watch it, Caroline." Damon said, glaring at her. If looks could kill...
"Why, Damon? Who is she to you?" Caroline challenged.
The girl looked down, she looked even more sad.
"Caroline, stop it." Stefan suddenly said.
"What is it with you two?" Caroline complained.
"Ugh, stop it guys!" The girl suddenly said, causing me to jump a little. Even when angry, her voice was like an angel's.
"Just tell us who you are." Tyler said, a little too eager to know.
The side of her lip pulled up. "You may not believe me."
"How about we be the judge of that?" Caroline said. Damon and Stefan growled, but Damon's was more pronounced.
The girl looked at Damon and Damon nodded encouragingly. The girl looked back at us. "I'm Isabella Salvatore. But call me Bella."
"Well, Bella. I'm Elena. That's Caroline and Matt, Bonnie, Tyler and Jeremy." I said.
"It's so nice to meet you all." She said with genuine happiness.
Wait. Isabella Salvatore? "You're their sister?" I asked.
Bella shook her head. "Nope. Not exactly." and she flashed her adorable smile at us.
"Then you're their what? Niece?" Bonnie said.
"I'm Uncle Stefan's niece actually. But not his." She said, looking pointedly at Damon.
Stefan's niece but not Damon's... Stefan's niece but not Damon's... Stefan's niece but not-
Then it clicked! My head snapped up, looking at Damon. "She's your daughter?" I said disbelievingly.
"What, Elena? Hard to believe? Just look at her! She looks exactly like me!" Damon exclaimed.
"Yeah, but she definitely doesn't act like you." Bonnie muttered, but it was loud enough for all of us to hear.
Damon was about to protest when Stefan cut it. "You see, Bella looks like Damon but her personality is the opposite of his. He's the clouds but she's the sunshine."
"Gee, Stefan. Weather? Great lecture." Damon said sarcastically.
"Daddy, stop it. No more fighting with Uncle Stefan!" Bella said. It was like watching a kitten trying to get angry.
"Who said we were fighting, baby girl?" He said, smiling at her.
"Okay, okay. Sure. It's clear now. She's your daughter. But the question is how can you even have a daughter?" Jeremy asked Damon, and all of us, minus Stefan and Bella, nodded in agreement.
Damon smiled his signature smile and looked at my little brother. "Oh, well, Jeremy. You know how I attract women, and then lure them into my bed and-"
"Okay!" I interrupted. "This is getting us nowhere. How about a question like, who's her mother, Damon?"
Stefan, Damon and even Bella flinched. They stayed quiet, and it was very clear they didn't want to talk about it.
After a few seconds of awkward silence between us, Caroline spoke up. "Bella, do you drink?"
She looked up at Caroline and smiled. "With him around?" She said, jabbing her thumb into Damon's direction. "Hardly."
"Well, I'm getting you a drink anyway." and with that, she stood up, pulled Bella up, but Damon grabbed Bella's other hand.
"Nuh uh, Caroline. Bella is not going to drink." Damon said.
"Quit being a hypocrite, Damon, you drink all the time." Caroline said back.
"I do, but she doesn't."
"Please, Daddy." Bella said and looked at Damon and frowned.
Damon shook his head. Then Bella's lower lip began to quiver.
"It's not going to work, Isabella." Damon said, but doubt was edging his voice.
"Try harder, Baby B." Stefan encouraged. I smiled. The nickname Baby B fit her so well.
Just then Bella eyes grew a bit wider like puppy dog eyes. Oh, it was so heart breaking to watch! I looked around at the others and their facial expressions were all so awed with Bella.
"Oh, fine! But not too much, okay, baby girl?" Damon said.
"'Course, Daddy!" Bella smiled and pecked Damon on the cheek.
Caroline stood there looking shocked. "How can you do that?" She asked disbelievingly.
"Well, I always had a motto when it comes to alcohol." She said.
"What's that?" Bonnie asked, beaming.
She looked straight into Bonnie's eye and smiled, "Never give up till you get your wine."
Everyone chuckled at that. Never give up till you get your wine. That definitely sounds like a 'Damon' motto.
And off they went, Bella and Caroline, to the bar.
"What's that?" the girl whose name was Bonnie asked.
I looked straight into her eye and smirked, "Never give up till you get your wine."
And with that, Caroline pulled me to the bar.
"Hey, beautiful. What can I getcha?" the bartender asked me.
"Bourbon." I said, smiling because I knew it was my Daddy's favorite, too.
"And you Caroline?" he asked her.
Caroline smiled. "The usual."
"Coming up." and he left.
"So Bella, how old are you?" she decided to small talk.
"Biologically or chronologically?" I asked.
That took her back for a second. "I don't know. Both I guess."
I smirked. "I'm 16 years old physically. But technically, I'm one hundred and thirty-one years old."
Caroline's eyes widened. "Wow, you're old."
I giggled. "Yeah, I get that a lot."
"Here you go." the bartender came back. "Bourbon," he settled it front of me, "and Tequila,"he put it in front of Caroline.
Caroline looked at him straight in the eye and said, "It doesn't cost us anything. It's free of charge."
"It doesn't cost you anything. It's free of charge." he said it back dream-like.
"Great! Thanks, Taylor!" Caroline squealed.
"Sure," the bartender, Taylor, said and walked away from us.
I took a sip of the bourbon. Damn, did I miss bourbon!
I smiled at Caroline and I knew we were gonna have fun.
Ugh! Why did I let her drink? Oh yeah because that face always gets me! But how can I blame her? I couldn't deny her anything. She was my humanity.
"Bourbon," I heard her say. I smirked. Oh yeah, she's obviously my kid.
"You know, Damon, how is it that you're an asshole but your daughter - gosh, it sounds weird when I say it! - turns out to be really sweet." Bonnie accused.
"Hey, I was a good dad. Sure, it was kinda hard. But I was still able to raise her properly. We had our separate ways during the early twentieth century. Then we cross paths again during the 50's but I was so afraid of what I'd become. I was a monster, and I didn't want her to see me like that so I gave her to Stefan 'cause I was starting to lose it and Stefan just found his bunny diet." Damon said.
"Wait, when did she turn into a vampire?" Elena asked.
"After her sixteenth birthday..." I said sadly. "I kept her hidden from Stefan during her human years. If he ever found out, I knew he'd kill her."
Elena stared at Stefan, shocked. "You'd kill Bella?"
Stefan shrugged his shoulders. "I was a different man back then."
Everyone stared at Stefan, then at Bella who was laughing sweetly with Caroline, then back at Stefan.
"What happened on her sixteenth birthday?" Jeremy asked, but he spoke as if he didn't want to ask.
I looked at Jeremy, angry that he even asked, but let the anger go. "It was a nice morning. That day was the perfect day for my daughter. We were having a walk in the park. Thanks to her being a total klutz, she tripped which caused her leg to have huge gash on her leg and her head was bleeding. Normally, I'd joke around about her clumsiness, but this time, it was different. There was too much blood..."
Mystic Falls, 1880
Seeing Isabella walking and balancing herself on the platform made me chuckle. She looked like she were a mere child again. But that small voice at the back of my head was screaming at me that she was going to fall.
"Isabella, sweetheart, please be careful." I said.
"Do not fret, Father. I shall not fall for I have done this numerous times on your absence." Isabella said, which she always said time and time again. "And besides, Father, it is my birthday."
"I know, Piccola, just please be careful." I said again.
She turned around and that was a mistake. She didn't see where her foot had stepped on. She slipped and fell down. Her head it the ground first. Thank goodness she landed on soil! But the fall was still quite bad. There was a sharp edge of the concrete that was sticking out and sliced Isabella's right leg badly.
No, no, no, no, no! My daughter was unconscious. But there was blood. No! This was my daughter! But her blood... it's so... appealing. No, Damon! Fight it!
After a long battle between my cravings and my sanity, I pulled her into my lap and bit my wrist and put it against Isabella's mouth.
"Isabella, please. Drink." I pleaded, she wasn't drinking. I listened for her heartbeat, yes. It was still beating, but the force that hit her head was too much to knock her unconscious. I stroke her cheek. "Piccola, please, drink." I pleaded some more.
Just then, Isabella started to stir. Hope flashed to my eyes. "Isabella, drink. It will help." I said.
She looked at me, closed her eyes and began to drink. Then, when I was sure she drunk enough blood, I hovered over her leg and immediately her leg was already healed. I inspected her head wound and it was already healed.
"Oh, Piccola! I forbid you from doing such foolishness again!" I scolded lightly.
"Of course, Father. It shall ne'er happen again." She cried, and fell asleep. I smiled and carried her to the cottage I had built for the two of us. I laid her down on her bed. Even after a disastrous event, she still looked so peaceful. I kissed her forehead before I ran out to get her present.
She'd always borrow her friend's book, but she was always frustrated that she didn't have a copy of her own. So last week, I ran to New York and avail a copy for her. Wuthering Heights. I hid it somewhere here because she knew that cottage like the back of her hand. I found the tree that I hid the gift in and ran back to the cottage. When I opened the door was the sight I could never have imagined...
Mystic Falls, Present Day
"She was there on the floor. Her neck was broken. I was guessing that a vampire broke in and broke her neck. Then I realized vampires can't come in till invited in. You see, the house was Bella's at the time. Then I thought a vampire could've compelled her to let her in. But then I remembered I gave her a vervain necklace, so she couldn't have been compelled. I was thinking so hard. I didn't realize that I had wasted so much time thinking 'cause the next thing I knew, Isabella was waking up.
"Until now, I've been trying to find a way for her to tell me who was the one who killed her. But damn time I asked, she'd break down." I said, finishing my story.
All of them, except Stefan, cringed from the sad story.
"Who would've killed her?" Tyler asked himself.
"That's what I would like to know." I said.
I looked behind, expecting to find Bella and Caroline but they weren't there.
My hand slammed on the table and rose from my seat.
"WHERE IS SHE?" I roared.
Half a second later, I heard a very familiar scream from the restroom.
Hey! Ya like it? I've been working for hours on this chapter! But I'll try to post one last on before going to bed.
And please... REVIEW! :D
Oh, you may remember that it I put 'whiskey' as Damon and Bella's favorite alcoholic drink, but I just recently found out Damon's favorite was Bourbon, so well... I changed it. ;)