thirty nine

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I'M BACK BRUVS; how are you all? sorry for being MIA but i'm guessing you all know the reason why and that I wasn't just being a douche and not updating lol

aLsO jUsT wanted to say thank you all so so much for staying with this story. I know it's messy and not exactly the best but your continuous support is what has kept it going. So thank you. 

there's a picture to the side of what I imagine Brook to fiNALLY look like-ish but i'm not 100000% sure who it is bc one site said Madison Morgan and the other was like Hilary Duff so I'm just like ????

Also I have a question at the end, so pREPARE YOURSELVES. HERE WE GO:

// chapter thirty nine //

"Oh my God."

I smirked down at my hands, watching in fascination as I manipulated the water around Elena's arm. She hadn't stopped pestering me about what the Mikaelson's had actually wanted me for so I thougth what better way to tell her than to show her. Her eyes were wide in awed surprise, her jaw slacked open as her eyes followed the trail of water flowing across her arm.

"This is amazing." She looked away from her arm momentarily to give me an impressed look. I looked up briefly, my smirk developing into a wide smile at her enthusiasm towards it all.

"Like it?" I chuckled, clenching my hand into a fist suddenly. Once all my fingers had curled into my palm, the water froze in it's movement, slacking into a puddle on Elena's lap. She screwed up her face in mild disgust before brushing the droplets off, glancing up at me.

"Like it? It's friggin' awesome. Talk about a new party trick."

I let out a snort of disbelief. Of course she'd suggest that. Imagine the looks on peoples' faces if I pulled that one off. "Yeah, don't think I'll be pulling that off anytime soon."

She simply chuckled, leaning back on my bed until she leant against the headboard. A brief silence engulfed us and I found myself feeling relaxed, my muscles weren't tense and I didn't have that constant knot of apprehension in my stomach. It was nice. I was just rolling onto my stomach when Elena playfully hit my foot, raising an eyebrow.

"So...how'd they take it?"

Immediately knowing what she was referring to, I stared at her over my shoulder. "How'd you think?"

She struggled to keep the grin off her face. "Well from the shouting...I'm going to guess not too well."

"Gold star for you, Gilbert. We'll make a detective out of you yet." I teased, letting out a yelp of surprise as she grabbed one of my pillows, thumping it against my back forcefully. "Okay, geez, chill!"

"Sarcasm not appreciated." She chastised, shooting me one last glare before dropping the pillow in her hand and resting back against my headboard. "But you do realise they're just doing it to look out for you? They're under a lot of stress lately."

I didn't reply for a moment and absent-mindedly fiddled with a loose thread on my duvet cover, chewing on my lip. I did get that, I honestly did. But whenever Damon came back with a random girl from the bar, why didn't Stefan get on his case? Or when Stefan and Elena would disappear for a while doing I don't even want to know what, why wasn't Damon getting all antsy and worried then? I understand I'm the youngest and their only sister but I still didn't get it. They knew I wasn't defenceless, I was actually the complete opposite. And it just bothered me that they didn't seem to trust me. Ever since moving back they've been completely bubble-wrapping me, barely letting me out of their sights. Sometimes it was just a bit much. Like this whole experience with Liam, it's all new to me and I wanted to really feel the experience, experiment with it because God knows I haven't ever felt like this before. I want to embrace everything that he made me feel.

But that's difficult when your brothers are so overbearing and frustratingly protective and you can barely go down to the shops without them thinking you're dead.

I looked away, my mind feeling distant and away from the conversation. "Yeah," I mumbled, my fingers tugging with lost interest at the thread, "I get it."

I heard Elena sigh and heard her shuffle around on the bed. My eyes lost focus and my mind drifted to Liam. I was so...new to all this. It was quite embarrassing considering how old I am. You'd think I would have some sort of experience with all this but...I got distracted through the years. Having a relationship or even loving someone seemed so pointless. I mean I had the rest of my life, right? But Liam...he made me feel different. I felt on Cloud Nine around him, like I could literally be or do anything. The way he kissed me...the feeling that had burst...it was euphoric. An absent, weak smile crossed my face. But I just couldn't help but wonder...

What were we? 

Where do we stand? Did he want what I wanted or was it just something he was doing in the heat of the moment? I couldn't tell. All I knew was that-

"Do you love him?"

I snapped out of my gaze, my eyes feeling slightly fuzzy and heavy from lack of blinking as I glanced over at Elena. My lips felt dry and my stomach started to knot nervously. "What?"

"Do you love him?" She repeated and I noticed how she'd moved from the top of the bed to where I was, laying on her stomach with her arms folded in front of her. She had her head cocked to the side, studying me.

"I...I, um..." I wasn't sure how to respond. Did I love him? 

She smiled sympathetically at me. "It's okay if you don't know. I didn't know for a while either, it takes time before it just suddenly hits you." I blinked at her in surprise, completely dumbfounded.

"But-"

She cut me off with a stern look, an eyebrow cocked with a small, barely visible knowing smile on her face. "Don't stress about it. But I think you should know...I almost know for sure he definitely feels how you feel, whatever that feeling may be."

I felt my cheeks heat up but I grinned nonetheless. That made me feel a little better, the knot in my stomach loosening as I let out a small breath of laughter. "Thanks Elena, that just may be the best advice you've given me."

She nudged me playfully. "What are best friends for, eh?"

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I waved sarcastically to Elena from my bedroom window, shooting her a derp-ish grin as she looked over her shoulder, rolling her eyes and waving back to me. We continued to wave as she walked away from the house and towards her car which was parked just outside. I had just begun to laugh as she tripped on a crooked slab of concrete, her face turning red as she flipped me off for laughing at her, when I heard my ringtone echo around my room.

Frowning, I looked away from the window and over to my wooden bedside table, watching it vibrate and dance across the smooth surface as my ringtone continued to bounce around the room. Giving Elena one final wave, I paced away from the window-seat and over to the small table.

I cocked my head to the side as I reached down and picked up, the frown deeping as I saw 'UNKNOWN' flash across my screen, the red and green answer buttons appearing under the anonymous number. Squinting my eyes suspiciously, I hesitantly tapped the green answer icon, slowly bringing the phone up to my ear. I barely got anonymous calls because barely anyone had my phone number.

My phone made the connecting sound and I pressed the speaker against my ear. I stared at my wall in anticipation, jutting my head forward in a confused manner as nobody said anything, the only sound that could be heard was the heavy breathing on the other end of the phone. I grimaced slightly, that wasn't a pleasant noise to listen to.

"Hello?"

No response, I pulled the phone away from my ear and squinted at the screen, seeing how it still said anonymous and the seconds that the call had been connected for. I pressed it back to my ear. "Helloooo?" I raised an eyebrow as the heavy breathing suddenly stopped and I found myself hoping that someone would actually say something this time.

"Brooklyn."

My eyes widened. The voice was scratchy, raspy and my name hung on the line, no one saying another thing because I was too freaked out of my mind. I felt a terrified shiver run through my entire body as I quickly pulled the phone from my ear and pressed the 'END' button fiercely, staring down at my phone in terror. The voice rang in my ears, my name sounding so haunted and creepy that I found myself rubbing at my ears in hopes it would go away.

What the hell was that about?

I threw my phone onto my bed just as I heard my door open. I looked over my shoulder, my whole body tense as one hand still rubbed at the ear my phone had been pressed against. I relaxed slightly once I saw Stefan hesitantly opening my door.

The smile he had on his face dropped slightly as he took in my shaken demeanour, but I tried to give him a reassuring smile even though I'm sure it was shaky. "Hey, you alright?" He asked worriedly, his eyebrows scrunching together in concern as he walked over to me. "What happened?"

My eyes dashed over to my phone, my heart hammering slightly in my chest. "Uh," I brought the heel of my palm up to my eye, rubbing aggravatingly as I closed both my eyes. The raspy whisper of my name echoed in my ears once again. "Wrong number."

What was happening to me lately. I felt slightly dizzy and overwhelmed as I thought about everything. My powers. The Mikaelsons. The phone call. I let out a tired groan, wanting nothing more than to go back to when I was human for a moment, to have a sense of normality before Katherine had changed me and I was just able to have fun with my friends and brothers, all of us completely innocently unaware of the supernatural that lurked around us.

I felt two hands plant on my shoulders and I pulled my hands away, squeezing my eyes tightly together once more before opening them, coming face to face with Stefan who was staring at me curiously, his large frame bent over slightly to come face-to-face with me and my smaller height. I smiled weakly at him. "I'm fine."

He stared at me for a long moment. "No you're not."

I cursed silently that he was my twin and that he knew me inside-out. I rolled my eyes. "Well not fine as in fine. But fine as in you don't have to worry about me."

He frowned at that, his eyebrows scrunching together only slightly, his eyes studying me with something I couldn't identify. His lips were in a firm line and he tightened his grip on me just slightly. "I always worry about you."

I grinned at him, reaching up a hand and gently slapping it against his cheek, my grin spreading wider so that you could see my teeth as he gave me a disgruntled expression, shooting me an unappreciative glare. "Same, bro, same."

He chuckled, amused before patting me on the shoulder as I removed my hand from his cheek. "Damon wanted to know if you wanted to come to the bar with us. We thought it'd be good to get you out of the house for a while."

I rolled my eyes. "Meaning you didn't want me cooped up in my room all day, right?"

A grin slowly appeared. "You were starting to become a bit of a hermit."

I shot him a 'really?' look, slapping his cheek a little more forcefully this time. When he let out a yelp of pain and jumped back slightly, I just raised my eyebrows, pulling my lips back into a 'well what did you expect' grin, shrugging my shoulders. "You deserved that one."

He let out a scoff, rubbing at his cheek in disbelief as he headed for my door. He paused, reaching behind my door and grabbing my black cargo jacket, throwing it over to me as he grabbed onto the door handle. "See you downstairs in a minute."

"It takes us hermits a little longer than a minute." I teased, raising my hands innocently as he threw me a playful glare, closing the door without anymore words. I stared at the door for a few more moments, wondering how he managed to do that. My brothers always had a way of getting my mind off things, they managed to change the topic quickly so that I wasn't focused on what I was worrying about. And the fact that they did that for me, really made me appreciate them that much more.

I threw the jacket in my hands up a little bit, looking down at it. Damon had bought this for me a few months ago, saying how all my old jackets were now scruffy and had a thousand holes in them. I grinned, thumbing the light material. I stepped towards the door, pausing as my hand instinctively slapped against the front pocket of my dark blue jeans, frowning when I didn't feel the familar lump there. My lips parted as I realised what was missing.

I hesitantly turned and stared at my phone on the bed, the ebony screen standing out greatly against the light cream sheets of my bed. I gulped nervously as I looked at it on my bed, suddenly hating the object with an intense passion. I closed my eyes as the voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Brooklyn.

And without another look back at it, I walked out my room, slamming the door behind me.

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oh shit's getting intense

not even going to lie, i actually got majorly creeped out writing that phone scene bc it's pitch black outside and i've recently been watching american horror story (evan peters is friggin bae) and it freaked the frick out omg; but at the beginning i mentioned that i would ask a question and this is it:

would you guys be interested if i made another book, a vampire diaries one with brooklyn and liam and everything but it followed the main events of the seasons? I was thinking about it earlier and thought it would be a cool idea but i'm not going to do it if no one wants that lol just lemme down in the comments ok ok cool

for da next chapter init:

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hope y'all enjoyed that chapter bc i enjoyed writing it lol, and yeah sorry for the long break between the last chapter and this one but i went through a real rough patch which i'm slowly recovering from bUT YEAH and omfg i recently found a new band ((well 3 but that's besides the point)) that i am quite literally obsessed with like i have been playing their songs on repeat for like a month and my parents are getting irritated asf and i'm just like dONT H8 APPRECI8 OK

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- Emma