Behind The Scars
Author's note: My friend and I got bored and started writing this story. I wrote Aria's chapters and my friend... Show full author's note »
AriaI was confused. It was clear now that Damon didn’t kill my father, his aura would’ve changed if he did.
“Why did Stefan kill my dad?” I asked, “What’s so special about me?” but I was ignored.
“Stefan knows she’s coming of age now. I have to keep her safe.” Damon’s words echoed on the warm summer air. I wondered if the mortals on the street below could hear him.
“You? Keep my daughter safe? Are you insane?” mother growled through clenched teeth,
My custody was being fought over?
“What about the arranged marriage?” Damon hissed.
“If Laura were with you I still might agree for you to wed my daughter.” My mom sighed, rubbing her temples.
“My mother is dead!!” Damon howled, so many emotions hung in the air around him that I couldn’t identify what he felt. My mom’s silver eyes widened in shock. “The arranged marriage went against what my father wanted.” Damon paused, the tears in his eyes about to fall. “Stefan killed my mother, his wife! And now he wants to marry Aria.”
Now they turned to me. Finally they could see how angry I was. I stood with my arms crossed and my eyes narrowed.
“I belong to nobody but myself.” my voice was a monotone.
“Aria, love, you aren’t of age yet.” Damon sighed, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Right now I’m standing on the balcony of my house in Minnesota, United States of America. Now correct me if I’m wrong, but in America at age 18 I am known as an adult. People, I’m 20!” I glowered at them, shoving Damon off of me.
They were both silent now.
“I want to meet Stefan and I want to do so NOW!” I yelled at them, stomping my foot as if acting like a child would help me someway.
“He killed your father!” mom snarled with disgust.
“I know, so I’ve heard. But why does he want me so bad?” I asked, “I mean, Stefan shows some strict loyalty if he murdered two people in hopes to marry me. I was highly curious, maybe Stefan wasn’t as bad as Damon made him sound.
“He wants to marry you to control your powers.” Damon hissed, his voice became softer when he said, “But I wouldn’t abuse you.” There was a faint blush on his cheeks. ‘Why would Stefan want me for power if he already has a huge empire?’ I wondered to myself. I knew what they were talking about from what Draven has told me. But Damon and mom didn’t know that I knew too.
“Powers?” I echoed the word, adding to my mock confusion. My mother nudged Damon.
“She didn’t need to know yet.” mother growled.
“Yes she did.” And that started their bickering about arranged marriages, royal families and my coming of age. I decided not to take part in this argument as I left the balcony and went back into my room. I shut the French doors and sat on my bed thinking of what Damon said about Stefan. About how he’s coming to get me.
The aura in the room changed and I felt the presence of Draven. I went over to the balcony doors and pulled the curtains closed, turning on my heel to find Draven sitting on my red and black bed spread. His hair was jet black, and the tee-shirt and jeans he wore were the same shade, and his handsome green eyes followed my every move.
“What should I do?” I sighed, as I sat down next to him. “I don’t want to marry Damon or be captured by Stefan.”
“Runaway?” Draven suggested in his calm silky smooth voice that I loved. We both knew it was a useless idea seeing how both mother and Stefan would be hunting me down then. He wrapped his arms around me and with his touch I felt my heart quicken as warmth spread throughout my veins, making me feel alive inside.
I leaned in to kiss him. When our lips met I felt a pull to him that made me tangle my fingers in his hair. He pulled me onto his lap as we kissed. I could feel both our hearts beating as one.
Warmth and safety is what I felt in his arms, this feeling never happened between Damon and I. With Draven, I actually felt loved and protected as if nothing could hurt me if I were in his arms.
Then he just poofed right before the balcony door opened. He left a red rose in his place, and before anyone else would notice it I tossed it on the floor and pushed it under my bed with my heel.