"You're a witch!" Damon said.
"Shh!" I hissed.
I grabbed a napkin, and wrote my explanation. Then added a bit more.
'I'm not just a witch. I'm a witch with a dormant werewolf gene.'
Damon froze.
"Don't worry. As long as I don't do anything in favor of it, I should be fine."
"You're a witch?"
I turned around to see Elena and Stefan standing in the doorway.
"Elena-"
"You knew this whole time.....and you didn't tell us?"
"Elena, just let me explain." I pleaded.
"Just go. I'm too angry to talk." She spit out.
By that point, I was tired of her telling me what to do.
"NO!"
My hands were balled into fists, and my body was shaking with anger.
"Excuse me?"
As I ranted on about Elena's absolute bull crap attitude towards me , my anger kept climbing.
"Mom and dad were right. You're just a rude little snot!"
That's when I snapped. I exploded out of my skin, and knocked my sister to the floor. She was screaming and covered in blood.
Damon stood in between us, with his arms stretched in a protective posture.
"Tauriel, stop. You need to calm down." He said gently.
I snarled, bearing my teeth.
"Tauriel." He whispered.
That's when I looked into his eyes. It was like everything stopped. I would do anything, be anything he needs. A friend, sister, protecter.
I stopped growling, and sat on my haunches. I watched as Stefan comforted Elena, healed her with his blood.
I looked at Damon, and whined.
"She'll be fine."
"Damon...get Tauriel out of here."
"Stefan-"
"I'm not angry, at her. I just don't want her around when Elena wakes up. It'll help keep her calm."
Damon opened his mouth to say something, but I huffed. I stood up, and walked out the back door.
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The Forgotten Gilbert
FanfictionI've been in my sister's shadow for my whole entire life. I wouldn't have been if I hadn't been born with the looks I have. I have flaming red hair that's super-freakishly curly & frizzy, green eyes so dark that they could be black, and ears that na...
