Need You Now
Und nun Teil 3 mit der Antwort zu der Frage, die ich im letzten Kapitel gestellt hab und noch mehr! Viel Spaß!
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"I wonder why Alaric couldn't teach. I saw him this morning." Elena said while she and Stefan were walking to the parking lot.
"Maybe he didn't feel well," Stefan suggested.
"Alaric never doesn't feel well." Elena emphasized. "By the way, you didn't take your car to school, did you? Jeremy gave me a ride earlier."
"You're lucky," Stefan answered and led her to his car.
"I still don't know why you hid it in your garage for so long."
"Driving around with a show-off car is very Damon-ish," Stefan replied.
Elena laughed. "Good point."
"Do you want to come to the boarding house until dinner?"
"Sure, why not," she agreed smiling and got into the car.
Suddenly her cell phone rang. She took it out of her bag to see who was calling.
"Jeremy," she mumbled confused and answered the call. "Hey, what's up?"
"Um, you should come home, sis. As fast as you can," Jeremy added.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I'll tell you when you get here. Hurry."
When Elena and Stefan arrived at the scene they ran into Damon, Jeremy and Anna.
"Damon? What are you doing here?" Elena asked.
"I came to talk to Anna."
"Now Sheriff Forbes stepped out of the house and toward them.
"Sheriff? What happened? Is anyone hurt?"
"Try anything," Damon muttered under his breath.
"No, everyone's fine," the sheriff told her. "But someone broke into your bedroom, apparently looking for something."
"What?"
"You should go upstairs and see if anything's missing."
Elena nodded and entered the house with everyone following her. She ran upstairs into her bedroom and gasped at the scene in front of her. It was perfectly obvious that someone had been looking for something. Everything was a mess. Her bed sheet and pillows were on the floor. Her wardrobe and every single drawer was open and their contents were on the floor as well. In-midst of the chaos forensic people were doing their job, probably looking for fingerprints.
"Um, excuse me... could I... sorry..." she mumbled while walking around them to the painting behind her bed. She pushed the painting aside to see if her own and Isabol's journal were still there.
They weren't.
"Anything missing?" Forbes inquired.
Elena took a deep breath before readjusting the painting and turning around.
"No," she lied as convincing as she could. "Everything is still at its place. Or in this room at least."
Her eyes were searching Stefan and Damon's, silently signaling them that she really needed to talk to them. To underline that she joined them in the hallway.
"Could you think of anyone who would want something from you? And more importantly anything that makes him or her break into your room to get it?" the sheriff interrogated her.
"No, I have no idea, sheriff," Elena lied. "It's not like I have any secrets." Like duh.
"We're done," the forensic people announced. "The burglar left no trace whatsoever. Must have been a professional."
"Thanks, guys. You can go home now," Forbes released them. "I'll leave, too. If something comes to your mind that might help investigate this case, call me." Elena nodded. "Oh, and you might want to talk to Alaric Saltzman. Someone broke into his house today, too. Might be the same culprit," she added before she left.
"What's missing?" Damon asked as soon as the sheriff was out of reach.
"The journals," Elena answered. She put her bed sheet and pillows back on the mattress and slumped onto it. "Mine and Isabol's."
"Do you have any idea who could've taken it?"
"No."
"It's gotta someone who knows that you write down all your secrets in it," Jeremy mused aloud. "Someone who knows that you know about the vampires."
"And that means someone's watching us," Anna added.
"But who?"
"Maybe Katherine never left," Stefan mumbled.
"No, it can't be her," Elena contradicted. "She already read Isabol's journal when she kidnapped me."
"Kidnapped?" Hadn't she told him she had just met Katherine?
"Stefan, would you please shut up?" Elena spat, burying her head into her hands. "I'm trying to think."
"I think I know who it might be," Damon said hesitantly and looked at Jeremy and Anna. "What do you think?"
"Yeah, definitely," Jeremy agreed as though he was reading his thoughts.
"Would someone care to enlighten me?" Elena snapped.
"Did you know that your uncle's been kicking it with the founder's council?" Damon asked.
"What? Great, I'll just add it to the list of how everything's falling apart."
"He knows Isabol," Damon continued. "He basically knows everything from 1864 to now."
"How? Who told him? And how does he know my mother?" Elena inquired.
"That's for us to find out. But there's more."
"I'm gonna go call my mother," Anna said and left the room.
"What else do you know?" Elena asked.
"Your ancestor Jonathan Gilbert had an invention and the last person who was known to have it was Pearl."
"Pearl? How does he know Pearl?"
"I think he read Jonathan's journal like I did," Jeremy said.
Elena nodded. "What kind of invention?"
"He wouldn't tell me," Damon answered. "But considering that Pearl took it and he wants it, I suppose it's something vampire-related."
"Figures..."
Anna rejoined them now. "Alright. Mom knows about the invention. She wants to talk to you about it, Damon. I'll take you to her."
He nodded. "You'll be okay?" he asked Elena.
"Yeah. I... I think I'll go see Alaric," she said and turning to Stefan she added. "Can you give me a ride?"
"Sure."
All of them left the room and went downstairs.
"Jer, you better stay here. I think Jenna will come home soon. Sheriff Forbes probably called her."
He nodded and kissed Anna goodbye.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said before following everyone else outside.
When they got to Alaric's later that evening they found a man standing in the middle of the road, perfectly still and gazing intently at them.
"I have a message for you," he declared to Elena.
"What?" she asked confused.
"Stop looking for her."
"She doesn't want to know you. She doesn't want to talk to you."
It took Elena some time to figure out who he was referring to.
"Isabol?"
"Stop looking for her," he repeated more firmly now. "Do you understand?"
"Did you steal the journals? Do you know where she is?"
"Elena, he's under compulsion," Stefan warned.
"Do you understand?" the man repeated once more.
"Yes," Elena replied. "I do."
"Good," the man said and looked further up the street at an approaching truck. "I'm done now."
And with that he stepped into the truck's way and got run over with full force. Elena screamed, averting her eyes and burying her face into the Stefan's chest.
When the truck came to a stop they ran over to the man. While Stefan checked if he could be saved Elena spotted a cell phone lying on the ground and took it without Stefan's notice.
"Nice," Damon commented when they reached the house Pearl and Anna were living in.
"One word about our whereabouts and I'll kill you," Pearl threatened, stepping outside.
"You haven't changed one bit," Damon observed.
"Neither have you," Pearl replied. "Anna tells me you're looking for something I took from Jonathan Gilbert."
"Right. Do you still have it?"
Silent, Pearl extended her arm and opened her palm. A little bag was lying in it. Damon took it, opened it and took out something that looked like a golden pocket watch.
"What is it?" Damon inquired turning it in his hand.
"Jonathan was passionate about his inventions. He confided in me that he had created a detection device meant to track down the town's vampire element," Pearl told him."
"This is a pocket watch," Damon said skeptically.
"That's what it turned out to be, yes," Pearl continued. "But that's not what I stole. I discovered my mistake when I saw the watch in Jonathan's hand the night they took us. Its dial pointed at me."
Damon took another look at the object in his hands. "So if this isn't the detection device, then what is it?"
"I have no idea," Pearl answered truthfully. "But now it's yours."
"Where's the catch?" Damon demanded suspiciously.
Pearl smiled. "There's no catch," she stated simply. "With John Gilbert knowing about us I'd rather leave but... my daughter wants to stay here and I, too, want to stay here." Damon was silent, patiently waiting for her to go on. "Now our lives are in your hands, Damon. No matter what it is, if John Gilbert wants it, it can't be good."
Damon nodded, promising without a word that he would keep the device from John by any means.
Elena was still shaken when she returned home. After all it wasn't part of her daily routine to see someone commit suicide before your face. She couldn't get the man's last words out of her head. They didn't make any sense to her. Why wouldn't Isabol want to know and talk to her?
Reaching' for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
She let her gaze wander to the cell phone she had taken with her. After hesitating for a moment she grabbed it and checked it for recent calls. There had been some. Always the same number.
Now she wanted to know and she hit the call button. Excited she welcomed the dialing tone and waited for someone to answer the call.
It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now
Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now
And I don't know how I can do without
I just need you now
"Was there a problem?"
Elena felt her heart stop. She was listening to a woman's voice. Her mind was racing. Was this Isabol, her birth mother? She was too scared to say anything. Instead she waited for the woman to speak again and she did.
"Did you find her? What's going on?"
Had Isabol been looking for her?
"Isabol?" Elena said hopefully.
The call was immediately terminated by the woman at the other end and Elena felt sure that she had just heard her mother's voice for the very first time.
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Ich werd euch natürlich nicht verraten, wer die Tagebücher gestohlen hat. Könnte im Prinzip jeder Mensch gewesen sein. John..., der Typ, der sich umgebracht hat..., Jeremy vielleicht?
Die Antwort auf diese Frage erhaltet ihr im übernächsten Kapitel. Also lest fleißig weiter ;) Es wird auf jeden Fall noch interessant!
P.S 40 Kapite! Ich kanns noch gar nicht fassen! Das ist meine mit Abstand längste FF, die ich je geschrieben habe. Vielen Dank an diejenigen, die mich durch ihre Kommis dazu bringen immer mit der gleichen Leidenschaft weiterzuschreiben! Besonderen Dank hierbei an Pueppi!
Bis demnächst
eure Asu
