Madison Brooke abhors the characters and plot lines of The Vampire Diaries universe, so how will she react when she's thrust into their midst during her time of mourning?
Read to find out...
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My body felt numb.
Wisps of wind pierced my skin as they entered through the swaying door. Any attempts I may have wished to try and stop them broke down when I slumped further into my space on the ground, simply waiting for someone to show up and drag me away from my spiraling thoughts...
"--Madison? What the hell are you doing down there, why is the door open?" The voice sounded concerned, a new emotion I didn't expect from the boy.
I sighed while my skin erupted into goosebumps, "What do you want, Jeremy? Can't you see I'm busy(?)"
"Most definitely(!)" A chuckle sounded from above, "What's wrong? Why are you on the floor?"
"Why do you care?" I finally managed to glare up at him, "Last time we were face to face you couldn't stop calling me a liar," His eyes rolled at my attitude-- "Why are you here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be avoiding Elena in case you kill her?"
"I sorted that out a while ago," he shrugged the subject off.
"Wow(!) You actually trust yourself, that's admirable..." I huffed out a breath before standing, "I knocked her out after she bit me, you'll have to wait a while if you're hoping for a heart to heart," his mere nod had me freezing, my brow scrunching up when I had the chance to assess his stance-- "Aren't you surprised I knocked out a vampire? Why aren't you preparing to take down a threat?"
"Bonnie's been keeping me in the loop on your abilities," he shrugged.
"Great(!) Now everyone knows I'm a freak show," with a harsh exhale of breath I turned to leave him, making my way to a room I'd been forced to call home until someone who might actually be useful shows up.
"Where are you going?" My movements halted with a skid, a glance back paired with a small frown being my only reply to Jeremy's words-- "Hellooo?"
"What?" He motioned to my position, "I'm going upstairs because you don't like me, and I'm too drained to deal with that."
He scoffed, "You think I came over here to talk some sense into my emotionless sister?"
"Yesss?" Why would I think otherwise?
"Wrong," he tutted lightly, "I heard you've been miserable, I know I can take you and I have nothing better to do."
I don't even know how my frown deepened, "Soooo?"
"Soooo..."
"Listen, bucko, you're gonna have to spell this out for me" I grew tired of his games and just wanted a reason to escape him quicker, "I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to your weird personality."
"Does this spell it out for you?" A rolled up piece of magic was presented to me. A gentle smile tugging at my lips. Finally, an escape I know is effective...
