There was a fact that Abigail had yet to come to terms with, one she wondered if she would ever be able to. Her parents had lied to her for her entire life. It changed the way she thought about them; they felt further away, like a mystery.
Bonnie knew the whole story behind Elena's adoption. A story she couldn't tell Alaric. One that detailed Elena's connection to Kathrine, Stefan at the accident, and the lies to cover it all up. They were not new, but each time she heard them something about them felt that way.
"I can't believe you're adopted," Bonnie whispered across the table. "I never saw that coming."
"And it gets weirder," Elena said. "I looked at my birth certificate. It lists Miranda and Grayson Gilbert as my birth parents."
"None of it makes any sense." Abigail leaned back in her chair. "Which is why you should ask Jenna."
"No, no," Elena groaned. "I am not asking her about it."
"First of all, the Elena I know would always want the real truth," Bonnie noted. "Good or bad."
"And second of all?"
"You just found out your boyfriend is a vampire, so unless your birth parents are aliens..." Bonnie trailed off, joining in their cynical laughter. "How bad could it be?"
"Ah, okay, look, we have to go." Elena hastily gathered her things. "My outfit for the dance is severely lacking accessories. And if I stand a chance at being historically accurate, I need Abigail's help."
Decade dances at Mystic Falls High School were taken so seriously that they had been noted among the most important nights of the year. It was trivial, really, but when Abigail, Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline took over the committee, they became better than they ever had been. This year's 1950s dance was sure to top the rest, thanks to Abigail's research and Caroline's attention to detail.
Abigail led the way to Jenna's car while Elena searched for the keys in her purse and described what she was going for, something casual but impressive. Her phone rang out in the quiet back parking lot, stopping them in their tracks.
"Hello?" Elena rolled her eyes at Abigail, implying that it was a prank call. "Who is this?"
"You hit me with your car," a man hissed from behind them. "Is that a new one?"
They barely looked over their shoulders before doing the only thing that they could think of to get away: run. They made it to the car, fighting against the faulty locks for safety. The doors wouldn't open, no matter how many times Elena clicked the button the way Jenna told them they would have to.
"You got away from me," the hooded man yelled. "You won't-"
They finally got into the car, but they did not let themselves feel relief. Only half a second passed before the key was turned into the ignition, roaring the small car to life. Elena threw it into gear, speeding in the direction of boarding house without a word.
"Why me? What does he want with me?" Elena asked from the couch. "And if he's trying to kill me, then why call first?"
"That's because we're predators, Elena. We hunt. We stalk. It's often as exciting as the kill." He held the Gilbert pocket watch out to her. "I want you to take this."
It looked different, broken, so Abigail grabbed it out of Elena's hand. "This is Jeremy's pocket watch. How did you get it?"
"I took it from Damon, who took it from Logan after he..." He sighed. "Logan must have stolen it when he was with Jenna."
The face of the watch had been transformed into something that resembled a compass. The needle spun. Clicked into place. And pointed right at Stefan.
"What happened to it?" Abigail asked.
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Try {One | Alaric Saltzman}
Fanfiction"I've never been a natural all I do is try, try, try." -T.S. {Book One of The Try Saga} {The Vampire Diaries Seasons 1-4} {Disclaimer} I do not own 'The Vampire Diaries', 'The Originals', or 'Legacies'. I only own the character(s) and storyline(s)...