Fatal Attractions - A TVD Fan Fiction

11. Dangerous Territory

11. Dangerous Territory

            During the rest of that week, I ended up training three more days after my first session. The following week was bound to be only three days of training. I was still slow when fighting back, but my predictability was coming down gradually, though sometimes I thought everybody was lying about that.

I learned simple things like freeing myself from a guy’s grip by either hitting them in the groin or biting their hand if it was near my face. I hadn’t learned to twist an arm behind the person’s back yet. I never got the chance to test that maneuver out. I hoped that was soon.

            The threat of vampire hunters sparked a little bit during the first week of training. Caroline suspected there were at least two hanging around Mystic Falls. Apparently, the suspects were acting shady, asking around for unusual activity. She never got a good look at them, though, so we had no idea what they looked like. We didn’t react extreme on it, but it made us become a little more guarded when out in public.

            Trevor seemed to be fading from my mind consciously, but subconsciously, he still lurked. He starred in my dreams like he had before, only he was playing a darker role in my dreams—the role of my killer. Once again, the dreams didn’t fail to look real to me, so real that I woke up with a jolt. I sometimes wondered if I would still be having nightmares if I had never met Trevor or come to Mystic Falls to begin with.

            I forced myself awake in the middle of the night once again. I sat up, rubbing my sleepy eyes. Another nightmare involving Trevor…only it involved Elena, Caroline, Stefan, and Damon as well. It had been a pretty vivid dream—seeing three of them staked (Damon, Stefan, and Caroline) and watching as Trevor staked Elena right in front of me. Her agonizing scream had made me cry and blur my vision as her staked body had fallen to the ground. Trevor, with red eyes, had stalked to me, a stake in his hand, ready to deliver the death blow to me.

I had woken up when the stake was about ready to strike my heart.

            “I think you need medication to cure that,” said a voice in the dark.

I yipped, ready to scramble out of bed, but pressure captured my legs. My heart thudded. Dear God, what if a vampire hunter found the house already? Had they killed Elena and Jeremy? Were they about to torment me until they staked me? I blanched at the thought.

“Control your heart, would you?”

            I frowned in the dark. Now that I recognized the voice, I had no reason to worry—I just had reason to throw a fit.

            “What are you doing in my room, Damon?” I snarled groggily. “More importantly, why are you in the house? Elena will kill you if she wakes up and hears you.”

            “Elena knows I’m here, Faith,” he retorted smartly. I rolled my eyes. “She’s the reason I’m here. She went out to go check on Caroline.”

            “Why? What happened?”

            “Someone tried to break into her house.”

            Immediately I didn’t think it was a burglary of any sort. “You don’t think it was a hunter, do you?” My voice dropped to a horrified whisper.

            “It could’ve been, but nobody’s sure.” I saw his figure shrug. “Elena is over with her now, trying to calm her down. I don’t see why she’d freak out; she could’ve easily killed the hunter.”