The Salvatore Kids chapter 4

The Salvatore Kids chapter 4

A/N: For this chapter I'm gonna do it in witch's POV and then switch back to author's POV just so yall can get an idea of why she did what she did, but I'm not going into any major details yet.

Chapter 4

I smiled in delight as I watched the Salvatore brothers suffer. I enjoyed watching them suffer, especially Damon. Stefan didn't appear to be suffering but that didn't bother me much. I only made him that little to give Damon's life even more hell. He deserves it for what he did to me back in 1950. I'll never forget it. I'll never forget what he did to my sister. He just used her for his own enjoyment because Katherine was locked away and he was loney so he used her until he was done with her. She had been so heartbroken that day. So curshed that she had been nothing more but a tool to him to get what he wanted. 

My sister is long gone now. She passed away ten years ago with a broken heart. She killed herself over that-that monster. 

My teeth began to legthen and my eyes began to glow a bright red as I thought more and more about my sister's relationship with that cold-hearted prick. He acted like he loved her, he pretented that Katherine wasn't ever alive and continued to lavish her with undenying love that she thought was genine and real. But it wasn't even remotely close to being real. All he did was toy with her heart and then shatter it into tiny pieces. He's nothing but a womanizer that just plays with women's emotions and doesn't even look back on the many hearts he shattered. He would promise to marry them and he would propose to them after being together for a year. Then on the wedding day he wouldn't show. He would just leave them there, stranded without a care in the world. Then, they would confront him about it the next day and he would laugh in their face and tell them that they were fools for thinking for even a second that he cared about him. 

I learned all of that after my sister confinded in me about it. It took me awhile, but I managed to track them down and I will make them pay for what they did to her. I swear it. The first part was turning them into little kids. The second part will be taking their powers away from them and killing everyone that they ever cared for infront of their faces. Stefan deserves this maybe not nearly as much as his brother does, but it's his fault for telling his dad about Katherine and almost getting me killed in the process. So, he deserves any pain that he gets. Because of him my sister was hurt by his brother.   

I may be a witch, but I'm also a vampire. I was turned by one in 1864 when the townspeople were destroying them. Luckily, I didn't get caught and survived. So did Damon and Stefan. Katherine was killed somewhere with the rest of the vampires, or so I was told. It turns out she was never killed or put into that tomb that sealed the other vampires. She's still alive and well, roaming the earth; not even bothering to track down Damon, that fool.

I sighed as I grabbed a squirrel off of a tree branch and snapped it's frail neck before biting into the russet colored skin. Animal blood wasn't as good as human blood but it would have to do. I sat outside of this girl's house who was Elena's and watched through the window as she and Bonnie were talking. I sighed. Bonnie was one of my best friends when we were little kids, but we drifted apart and never saw each other since. I really missed her but now she would be my enemy. I didn't want to fight her but I will if she gets in my way. I will avenge my sister's death and her heartache by destroying the cause of it. Damon.

I watched as Elena bounced Stefan in her lap, enjoying him being so little. I smirked. Well, you better enjoy it while it lasts, because little Stefan won't be around forever. I turned towards the other window to see Damon, sulking in a corner and burning holes in the walls with his eyes. I laughed to myself quietly. That's what you get you little brat.

End of POV

Damon's head snapped up suddenly as he looked out into the night sky. He could've sworn he'd just sense someone nearby. The witch, maybe? Or it must've been his mind playing tricks on him. It's been a really long day for him and his brother. All he wanted to do was go home and go to sleep, forget about all that has happened in the past 24 hours. 

"Damon?"

Damon looked up to see Elena and Bonnie enter the kitchen. "We need to talk to you."

"About what?" Damon rolled his eyes. There went his plan of going home and sleeping off this whole ordeal.

"We want to talk to you about the person that made you like this. Do you know who did it?" asked Bonnie softly.

Damon scoffed. "How am I supposed to know?"

"We think it might be someone out for revenge. You do have a tendency for making people mad." laughed Elena.

Damon glared. "I don't know who it is. I've pissed off too many people. It's not like I keep count!"

"We need you to atleast try to remember so we can help you." said Bonnie encoragely.

Damon glared, but sighed reluchantly. "Ok the last person I probably pissed off is this girl I had a "relationship" with."

"Go on."

Damon smirked. "She was too easy and desperate. I had her under my tumb. She believed every word that came out of my mouth."

Elena rasied her eyebrows. "So you used her?"

"Of coruse I used her! She was nothing to me, just someone to play around with."

Bonnie glared. "No wonder she did this to you. I would've too!"

Damon then grew serious. "It wasn't her."

Both Elena and Bonnie were taken aback. "What?"

"Because that was over a hundred years ago! She's already dead!" exclaimed Damon.

Elena looked at Bonnie. "But if it wasn't her, then who was it?"

Bonnie's face paled as she stared at Elena. "Do you think it could be a relative?"

Elena looked at Damon. "Do you remember her telling you about any siblings she might've had?"

Damon looked thoughtful as he thought way back to when he was with that girl. "Well, I do remember her telling me about a sister but she couldn't have done it because they're all dead!"

Elena put her hand to her head in furstation. "Then who was it?"

Bonnie shook her head in exhastion as she put her head in her hands and groaned. Who is doing this?

A/N: Special thanks to Twilighter Tabitha for the idea of the witch's POV:) Review and if you have any ideas for the story or what you would like to see, then please post them! :D

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