Meredith
I never thought I would see the inside of the school environment again.I was left to find a way to fend for myself, apparently being watched by this mystery man who had made a decision to spare my life. He could have finished me off, like he did to that cold lady, but he chose to spare my life. My head was pounding; I think my food was mixed with something that had put me out for some weird reason. I sighed walking into my dorm room when Kayla was wandering around the room. I staggered into my dorm room. My stuff was still on my bed, unpacked. "Yo, you look terrible." I shrugged, not knowing what to tell her. It was one thing to scream my lungs out; it was entirely different to spill what I had experienced. She might be the one who is watching me. Not to sound clingy or anything, but he doesn't seem like the kind of man who minces his words. I didn't want to find out what he meant when he said he was watching me. Kayla looked at me with wary eyes and asked, "Are you sure you are okay? You can just skip today and stay in. Not that today is kind of an important day." I could feel her eyes staring intently at me. Coupled with the fact that I was being watched. "Thanks Kayla. I would stay in." "Should I get you anything?" I shook my head. She was all dolled up, ready to go to class. Her blonde hair was straightened, and that accent of hers was hard to miss. It was clear that She was Italian, which made me wonder why her name was Kayla. "Alright, I just have a class. I will be here as soon as I'm done." "Why are you nice to me?" I couldn't help but ask. I wasn't used to people being nice to me, considering all that I had seen these past few days. People can be cruel; I had experienced it firsthand. "When I first got here, you were so hung up, you didn't even notice me. Now, it seems you want to be a participant in life." She scoffed. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean it that way. What I am trying to"Calm down," she trailed off her words, then it dawned on me what she wanted. "Meredith. My name is Meredith Walker. You see, you don't even remember my name." "Maybe the time you told me your name was when I was a nut job due to all the alcohol I was ingesting the previous night." She sighed. Coming too close to my bed, I said, "Fine, let's begin with a clean slate. My name is Kayla Llaria Ferrante. You already know me as Kayla, which you would love for you to call me." I squinted while resting to understand why she had two names from two different cultures. "But... you are Italian?" Yes, originally, but my parents moved to America at a very young age. Things were strange at some point, so we decided to move back here, to our home. You know how that story goes. My mom is American; she named me Kayla."It made sense to me because it was clear that lost Italians moved from Italy to America. Some reside over there; other times, they love going back home. Llaria was a rare name, and I wondered why she wasn't answering it. Some people change their identity when they come to school because they need a fresh start or something. One thing was clear: either she was running away from something or she just didn't want to be involved in some family drama. which, of course, I respect. "That's lovely." "So, why Italy? You are a long way from home, Mer." I have never had someone give me a nickname before. Meredith had always stuck in people's minds. For some reason, 'Mer' had a little bit of touch. "It has the best business school. Besides, I love the food." There was no way I would hate to enjoy the fact that I was hiding. My nightmare followed me here all the way from New Orleans. "There is not much happening in New Orleans, by the way." She smiled with her eyes wide open. "You come from the home of vampires, witches, and werewolves."I groaned, "No, no, not you. Everybody thinks there is this ancient folklore of witches and vampires secretly living in New Orleans just because of one TV show." I pushed my back towards the bed, and she did the same. We were both laughing so hard. "C'mon, it is a good show. It allowed us to believe in the supernatural world. So tell me, which of the original vampires do you love the most?" I didn't want to reply, but she didn't seem like the kind of person to let things go. I grimaced at her for a bit, but she was smiling at me expectantly. "Fine, I am all for Elijah." "Noooo! You are the serious type." Her accent got in the way of her words. "I mean, he was the serious one, and he made sure he kept his family together. Even when his mother got in the way of that. Besides, he is a cool-headed and smart killer. He can only get messy when he is really pissed off. I love him. Kol too…" "Are you kidding me? You love the one with no self-control?""C'mon! You can't tell me you loved that he grew and was ready to change for the woman he loves." She dangled her head a bit, arguing with me. She knew I was right, but she didn't want to admit that. "Well, I agree with you. But I'm one with Niklaus Mickelson." "Everybody loves Niklaus. Everyone wants a taste of the big bad wolf." She took the pillow at the back of her head, stuffing it on her face and hiding her expressions. From the little discussion we were having, it was clear just how much of a pure soul she was. "Okay, fine. Stefan or Damon""Really? Damon!" She pulled me into a hug immediately."We are going to be good friends." Checking her watch. She immediately stood up, adjusted her hair, and exhaled. "Well, my class will begin in a few minutes. I would love to stay and talk more about my music favourites, but I have to be in this class because the professor is quite strict." I nodded. "I still have to register for my classes. I will fully resume tomorrow, as for now I just have to relax." She huffed, smiling as she swung her bag over her shoulder. "What? Why are you making that face?" She stopped at the door, sighing. "You don't have to hide that you went out with the Salvatores. It was pretty obvious from the car that dropped you off." "You saw the car that dropped me off?" "Yeah, their licence plate has their name on it. It wasn't hard to miss." She winked before dashing out of the door. I still had some questions, but she had already left. At this point, all I knew was the last name of the surprisingly hot man who had kidnapped me and also committed murder. "Salvatore."MeredithHis name rolled off my tongue in a savoury way. At the same time, it brought shivers down my spine.He was a cold killer, yet he had shown me kindness. My ringtone snapped me out of my thoughts. I was surprised that my phone was still with me. I looked at my desk and saw my bag that had me lost when I was kidnapped. The little cash I had and my phone were still intact."How did these get here?" I asked myself, checking over my shoulder, if anyone was here. I was the only one in the room. The ringtone buzzed, snapping me out of my fear. It was Mom.I groaned, realising just how much she might be worried. I quickly answered the phone."Hey Mom!""You ran off to a new country without notice, and now you won't pick up my calls? Sending lame messages that you are fine?""I sent a message." I glared, wondering if it really was my mom speaking to me. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. Stupid girl. "I'm so sorry, Mom. It's the beginning of the school season, and everyth
Meredith"Nsh, you don't have to worry about it." Kayla dismissed it as quickly as possible."It sounds like something to worry about." The only thing I knew was that I was having a crisis; I couldn't talk to anyone about it. That was the safest part. If there was a party to drain those sorrows, I wanted to be invited. I just want to see and get acquainted. The mystery man only said not to spill; it wasn't holding me from having fun."It is a party that everyone attends. Like a tradition or something. Every founding family has a party to welcome most people to the school. Including foreigners like yourself.""You make it sound like a cult or something." She had that serious look someone gives you before luring you to their death. "You are not serious, right?"No, I'm not. C'mon, if there was a cult in this school, my parents would pull me out immediately. They did their research before letting me come here. You do not have to worry; it is just a harmless party." She paused, and I was
Meredith.The moment they mentioned Nolan, everything came to a halt.I have never known grief like this. It seems that there is always something to whine about. I imagined everything from the very beginning to the end. The tightness in my chest increased, to say the least, even as I sat in this van waiting for her to spill the details.She gave me his picture. I stared at the picture for a while, running my hands through his face. He is the mystery man, Fabian Salvatore. The one that was not really seen was, according to Kayla, He was supposed to be engaged, and yet he was feeling me under his grasp. I wonder if his fiancée was among them too. I would love to know if putting me through all that was worth it. The pain of knowing that I made the most terrible choice to be drunk on the first night of going to a club Everything went wrong from there."I don't see how I can help you." I whispered, still looking at Fabian's picture."We just want to know your experience with him. What exa
MeredithI thought we were going far. I was expected to be blindfolded and taken to another unknown location. The way he hauled me into the car made everything suspicious. There was a little redness in my arms as I snapped out of his grip. This time, I had a clear picture of him; he was indeed a man to swoon over. The way Kayla talked about him,he felt like a god all over Italy. I never understood it until now."I didn't do anything. I quietly said It was a lie, and even I found it difficult to believe. The question was if he believed me. He couldn't just come here if something wasn't wrong; something must have happened that he had to drive here to embarrass me."Do you believe that? He narrowed his eyes at me."Yes, of course. He laughed. His laughter was like music to my ears, but it indeed had a mocking tone to it. "If you brought me here to lock me up, you should just say it.""Mock you, amore? Nah. I came here to get something out of you.""What's that?" "The truth." His lips tw
Meredith"I will believe you just this once. He said this, still staring into my eyes. "If I find out that you are lying to me in any way, It won't be funny anymore; you will be seeing me more often than you realise. Even in your dreams.""Huh? My dreams?" "Yeah, you have no idea the things I can do to you that are going to mess up your mind really badly." He gave me a flirtatious look, holding my gaze as I swallowed. His watercolour eyes traced the lines of my body with a smirk on his face."Do I even want to know?""If you want to, I can show you right now. He drew me close to himself; even with the cool atmosphere in the car, I was still feeling the heat between both of us. I tried to leave his grasps, but I only ended up getting closer, where I could feel his breath close to mine. What have I gotten myself into? I asked myself over and over again as I avoided his gaze. He raised my chin. "What do you say, love?" Should I show you the things I could do with this body of yours?"I
FabianI couldn't stop thinking about her.There was just something in her that was like a magnet, drawing me close every time I had to avoid her as the main conversation in my head. Every attempt was futile because I always thought of the most unique way I would unravel her with my hands as he moaned for me to wreak havoc inside of her. I wanted more than just six metres; I wanted all of her: her wits, her laughter, her eyes on mine, and her slender fingers on my chest. I didn't ask for much.I knew trouble was coming for me when she saw me dealing with that whore called Natasha, who had been getting on my nerves since day one. It's a good thing I wouldn't need to worry about her because I had a very weird way of handling issues. Meredith didn't see that, but with time, she may be comfortable around me. The picture of her sitting close to me was visited again. There was nearly nothing that could take the image from my mind. I had imprinted the best of her into my very soul. As clingy
MeredithFrom the moment Fabian talked about death, I knew I had to get rid of him before he put me in a body bag and sent me to my mom. Then, it seemed impossible because he seemed like the kind of person who runs the country. There was only one kind of person who might have such power: a mafia lord. Although, from the way he was composed, you wouldn't know the kind of things he was capable of until he showed you or told you. I sighed, staring into blank space. I was mortified at how things turned out so quickly. Now, he has insisted that he is interested in me.A man like Fabian Salvatore should not be interested in me. I barely have a life going on for me, and that interest was going to be my ruin somehow. Kayla already had an idea that I was involved with the Salvatores; it was only a matter of time before the whole school knew. It beats me to know what it feels like to be infamous and be acquainted with the Salvatores."I'm so doomed." I muttered to myself, groaning into my pillo
MeredithWe finally got to the party, and as usual, it was lit.There was something different about it. It felt fuller and more crowded than the last time that I was invited. For some reason, I was wary that someone might pull me into their van again to ask me questions about things I shouldn't know about. All of the information I had consumed these past few weeks was beyond my capacity to know, and I wished I was on a need-to-know basis. Yet I have slipped into a place of dark information. It was due to my experience with all of these things that I found these kinds of parties to be my safe place. To drink my sorrows away would make no sense after all I have been through. I took a sip of the bourbon that the bartender gave me.Kayla bumped into me, putting her hands around my shoulder."You have been so absent-minded lately. Are you thinking about the hot billionaire? I choked on my drink, almost spitting it out of my mouth. I became disgusted thinking about everything all over again