VIENNA--••--DS&SS

••Chapter Seventy one••

    Vivian followed Hayley into a hidden barn far into the pods of Mystic Falls. She could immediately hear the screaming of pain coming from inside and the voice of Tyler, trying to coax them. She was glad she wasn't a wearwolf, she barely survived the Vampire transition, she knew she'd hardly survive a wearwolf one. As she entered the barn, she wrinkled her nose at the smell, doing her best to ignore it, she walked past a few sleeping wolfs and landed beside Tyler, who did a double take and stood stronger than he currently was before, not that it did much to change anything.

"What is she doing here?" He questioned, looking towards Hayley. Vivian scoffed and rolled her eyes. He seemed tense, uneasy. She wasn't sure if it was just because of her or because of the situation. Either way, she sort of enjoyed his reaction.

"She said she can help considering our other option is currently unavailable." Hayley answered.

"Currently unavailable?" Tyler replied, with a question glance in Vivian direction.

"Yeah. So, get to it." Hayley gestured to the guy sitting beside them, sweat dropped down his face, his hair drenched. His vains visible to looked ready to pop. Vivian sighed and closed her eyes. When she did so, the magic she usually felt when she summoned it, sparked, but only for a second before it fizzed out. Hayley crossed her arms over her chest, her impatient expression was not going to intimidate Vivian. She just needed to warm up. But deep down, she felt that something was wrong. Wrong with her.

"I thought you said she was going to help?" Tyler said, his anger evident in his tone. Vivian sent him a scowl.

"I'm trying. I'm not used to so many....dogs."

"Hey—" Tyler lunged forward, Vivian smiled proudly when Hayley stepped in front of him to stop from attracting.

"She is helping. Right?"

"Not by choice." Vivian muttered, though she knew everyone heard her. She closed her eyes again and focused. Focused on the task at hand. Her subject sat in front of her, speechless as he watched the display in front of him, probably thinking of other things, less painful things, Vivian imagined.

Shaking her head, she took a breath. Summoning what her aunt gave her again, she could hardly feel it. And now, just as she try's and try's again, she realized what was happening. She was empty. Drained. She couldn't do it. Stunned, she stepped back, ready to run out of there if needed. Hayley caught her arm, Vivian, already stressed and freaked out, hated the sudden contact. She moved to pull her arm out of her grip, but Hayley tightened it.

"What the hell?" She gritted out, angered at the fact she was now useless to her. "Was it a lie? I thought you were turned into a witch?"

"I don't have to answer to you." Vivian yanked her arm free and ran out of the barn and into the night.

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  Vivian reached the boarding house and quickly headed towards her room. Rushing past Stefan and Damon, who were actually just entered the house when she brushed past them, without a second glance. With a confused glance, Stefan and Damon followed Vivian upstairs, they could hear her frantically shuffling through the books that linger her room. Her old diary's and new ones. Before she gave the book to her father, she ripped the page that had her Aunts spell, the one that turned her into a witch.

"How was New Orleans? Find what—or should I say who—you were looking for?" Vivian asked, Stefan and Damon as they stood behind her and watched her  ruffle through the papers.

"More or less." Damon answered, shrugging his shoulders, "what'd we miss?"

"Not much. Professor Shane is officially Professor Shady. He and Wolf girl are in some type of cahoots, and think it's not obvious." Vivian said, now holding the paper, she scoured it for any fine print, any misread words regarding temporary magic. Her eyes squinted when she noticed a few sentences at the corner of the page. The ink had been rubbed off, written in old Latin, she only understood a few of the words that were there. There was nothing there that she was looking for. Nothing. That only angered her. With a frustrated groan, she ripped the paper and let it fall to the ground. Stefan and Damon share a glance, unsure what they're witnessing.

"Uh, so, what's up?" Stefan asked.

"My magic. It's, somehow, gone." Vivian says, surprised at the tone of disappointment in her own voice. "I've gotta go." She says, about to leave, but Damon steps in and blocks her way.

"Move, Damon."

"Uh, yeah, I don't think so. Where are you planning to go?"

"Well, you guys went on a little trip, I figure, so can I."

"Yeah, but, you got a murderous look in your eyes, which is a little concerning." Stefan countered back.

"You two always have a murderous look on your faces." Vivian stood her ground. She ignored the silent conversation Stefan and Damon were having, she rolled her eyes and moved forward and was able to move past Damon, but quickly, Stefan then stepped in front of her. He placed his arm around her waist, she embraced the closeness; he leaned forward, quickly capturing her lips and attaching them to his, his arms tightened around her. The anger she suddenly felt disappeared in a mist as Stefan pushed her up against the bedroom wall, stopping her from leaving.

She reached her hands up and brushed her fingers through his hair, and after a while, a small, long, while, she finally broke the spell and retracted back from his now loosened grasp. She shook her head, but smiled proudly as Stefan smirked at her knowingly.

"I kinda wish I wasn't here for that." Damon muttered, and Vivian turned to Damon, who was stirring on her bed, reading on of her old books.

"That makes two of us." Stefan said, looking from Damon and back to Vivian. "Wanna tell us your plan?" Vivian sighed defeatedly, knowing she wasn't going to get away with leaving by herself, not now at least, if she wanted to, she should've right after the barn. Oh well.

"I'm going to find my Aunt. Give her a bit of advice and such."

"I assume it's not going to be friendly advice?" Damon said, as he got off the bed. He walked over to her and much like Stefan did, embraced her lips with his, he wrapped his arms around her and effortlessly lifted her from the ground, she smiled into the kiss and ignored the annoyed groan from Stefan as he left the room in a hurry.

"Show off." Vivian muttered, after kissing him once more. Damon smiled.

"He did it first." He reprised, as they finally break away from each other and head to where Stefan is waiting.

"Do you even know where your Aunt is?" Damon asked, as they got into Stefan's car.

"Vaguely." Vivian answered.

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Hey!!! Sorry for the random and not quite planned out chapter. Hope this satisfies the craving just a bit until I get the next part out as quickly as possible!!

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Also, I have not prof read this so sorry for the mistakes!