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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
the 50s decade dance
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( unpleasantville )

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Monday, November 7, 2009

Harper's POV.

*Outside Mystic Falls High School, Lunch Period*

Elena, Caroline, and I are walking towards a picnic table for lunch.

"It's so pretty. Thank you," Caroline says to Elena, referring to the vervain necklace she gave her. However, Caroline isn't aware there's vervain in the necklace, only Elena and I know.

Elena gave me some vervain as well after Stefan finally got back to her about getting some vervain for me. I'm wearing it in a ruby-red celtic cross necklace. I've never been one for wearing jewelry very often, but if it's going to protect me from being mind controlled by vampires, I'll put up with it. Heck, I'll probably rarely ever take it off and treat it like it's my phone or something.

"God, it'll go with, like, everything," Caroline continues to rave about her new necklace. "What's the occasion?" she asks Elena casually.

"No occasion. Just a little friend gift." Elena says simply.

We sit down at the picnic table, me and Elena on one side with Caroline on the other. Elena and Caroline set down their sack lunches while I set down my hot lunch tray.

"Lesbian friend necklace?" Caroline suggests playfully. "Cause we're freaky like that." She adds, winking sarcastically for flare.

"Your friendship is important to me." Elena shrugs.

"Why are you being so mushy?" Caroline wonders as she takes a sandwich out of her brown sack and sets it down on the table.

"Because . . ." Elena drawls out, "you've been avoiding me." She folds her arms together on the table. "And I wanted you to know that whatever is going on with you and Matt, it's okay." She nods her approval.

"So it's true?!" I blurt out a little too loudly, referring to Caroline and Matt now being a "thing."

"I was gonna tell you guys," Caroline insists. "I was, but there's just not much to say. You know, we've hung out a couple times. That's it, but . . . I just feel like we've peeked as friends."

Elena nods, and I dip one of my chicken nuggets in ketchup and eat it.

"This is weird." Caroline shakes her head awkwardly. "I shouldn't be talking to you about this. It's weird. It's weird, right, Harper?"

With food in my mouth, I shrug and smile sheepishly at Caroline. Yeah, you bet it's weird.

Elena just laughs. "It's a little weird, but if it's what you and Matt want, then it's not about me," she assures.

Caroline and I share a knowing look.

Unconvinced, Caroline tilts her head to the side. "But it's all about you. Matt's not over you, and we all know it."

"I'm with Stefan now," Elena says as she unwraps her sandwich. "Matt understands that. He knows he has to move on."

If only it were that simple.

Tuesday, November 8, 2009

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*The 50s Decade Dance*

*Mystic Falls High School Gymnasium*

I'll admit it. I'm a sucker for school dances. In my pink poodle skirt and black Mary Janes, I dance my heart out on the dance floor with Caroline and Bonnie. It took me a while to get comfortable dancing in front of practically the whole school, but once I reminded myself that no one really cares, I allowed myself to let loose and just have some fun.

"There's Elena," Bonnie speaks up.

I stop dancing and follow Bonnie's gaze to Elena standing alone at a table. The three of us go over to greet her.

A smile lights up on my cousin's face when she sees us. "Having fun?" she asks.

"Mmm." Caroline pretends to think for a moment. "No. But this." She gestures to her yellow dress. "Took about two hours, so I'm at least staying half of that."

I don't know what Caroline is talking about. I'm having fun. But I guess she's just so used to going to school dances with a date that not having a date just isn't fun anymore. Which is funny, because the reason I'm having so much fun is because Bonnie and Caroline don't have dates and are instead hanging out with me.

"What's Damon doing here?" Bonnie says suddenly.

At the mention of his name, my heart skips a beat. I find myself hastily searching the crowd for him. I spot him a ways away standing at a table with Stefan. He's not supposed to be here at a high school dance, yet here he is in all his leather jacket glory. I bet he didn't even dress up, just wore his leather jacket thinking it could pass for a greaser look.

I don't want him anywhere near me, especially since now I know I'm the spitting image of someone he was attracted to. Damon is unpredictable. He's . . .

"He wanted to come," Elena's voice breaks me out of my thoughts. "I promise, he'll behave."

Caroline glares over at Damon. "So what is this, like, a threesome now? You and the Salvatore brothers?" she taunts.

"No," Elena says. "But if I'm gonna be with Stefan, then I have to learn to tolerate Damon. It's not like I can kill him," she jokes dryly.

"There's a thought," Bonnie says.

"Mmm," Caroline hums in agreement. "I'll help."

I'm really trying to pay attention to what my friends are saying, but I can't focus. I assume they just said something funny, so I smile, but my mind is consumed with Damon right now.

To stay out of Damon's line of sight, I subconsciously position myself to where Elena's body is blocking mine. However, I doubt that it will do much to help. He is a vampire after all. But at least it will provide me with some sense of security.

After a while, Elena goes off with Stefan, leaving it as just me, Caroline, and Bonnie again. Thirsty, we go get some punch and take it back to the table we were at before.

Eventually, I have to go to the restroom, so I leave to go by myself. But when I come back, Caroline and Bonnie are gone. I know I may have taken a little long in the restroom because of the poodle skirt, but I didn't think I took that long.

I scan the dance floor for Bonnie and Caroline, thinking that they may have gotten bored and went out to dance again. But I don't see them. Where could they be?

To stall for time, I lift up my punch and take a sip as I scan the dance floor once again. They have to be around here somewhere . . .

"Hi, Harper."

I choke on my drink. Damon, God, he found me.

He comes up to me from behind, leaving me no where to escape. I suddenly feel extremely uncomfortable and trapped. My body automatically presses back against the table for support.

"Wanna dance?" he asks smoothly.

I'm so distracted by the fact that Damon is even speaking to me that my mind doesn't even register what he's said until a moment later.

"Um, no," I answer without thinking. Well, of course, no. I would never dance with a terrible person like him.

"Oh, come on, Harper, just one little dance. I promise I won't bite." He grins.

He's begging now, and it's stirring something foreign within me. But I won't give in. I won't let this painfully attractive vampire win.

"Umm, no," I repeat, growing frustrated and stressed. "I'm sorry, but no."

Please just go away. Please just go away.

His cocky smirk slips off his face. He actually appears genuinely hurt. Maybe I misjudged . . .

"And you must be Damon Salvatore," says the voice of none other than my mother. I almost forgot she was chaperoning. She comes up to us with a friendly smile directed at Damon.

I can't tell if I just got saved or if things just got worse. Either way, I want to be anywhere else but here right now.

Like nothing just happened, a smile lights up on Damon's face. "That would be me, and you are?"

"Sarah," my mother introduces. "And my daughter here is Harper." She gestures towards me. "But I assume you two have already met."

Damon smiles at me, but I can see the amusement behind his eyes.

I have never been more irritated by someone in my life.

"Oh, yes, we have," Damon says. "Harper here is friends with my little brother Stefan."

"Oh, really? How lovely," my mother remarks. "Well, I'm sorry for bothering you, Mr. Salvatore. But I just had to meet the man my husband won't stop talking about."

"Well, that's quite all right." Damon smiles. "But I have to say, your husband is the lucky man," he says, looking my mother up and down, biting his lip.

He bites his lip. He bites his lip at my mother. What da frick?! Does this man not have a filter?

I can't do this anymore. I back away from them with only one thing on my mind: to get the heck away from Damon Salvatore. He thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he's attractive. But no, I'm not some naive girl willing to play his games. I know better than to associate myself with someone like him.

I practically scurry away from my mother and Damon. I'm a runner. I'll admit to that. My first instinct is to always run away when things get too outside of my comfort zone, and that inappropriate interaction between my mother and Damon was just too much for me to handle. I'm disgusted to say the least.

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I find myself wandering around the dance all by myself. I've never felt so lonely in my life. Bonnie and Caroline have disappeared, and Elena is having too much fun dancing with Stefan to even care about what I'm doing. I want to preoccupy myself by sipping my punch, but then I remember that I left it back at the table where my mother and Damon are probably still talking.

And there's no way in heck I'm going back there to get it. I'll just have to go get some more punch.

I go over to the punch table. Jeremy is serving tonight for extra credit in English. Elena was right. He has become more responsible after Damon compelled him to let Vicki go.

"How are things going?" I ask him to make conversation.

"Pretty good," he responds, filling a cup with punch. He sets it down and looks around me. "Hey, where are Bonnie and Caroline?" he asks.

I shrug. "Don't know. They disappeared."

Jeremy lifts another cup to fill it with punch. "Well, that's weird. Good luck finding them," he says, handing me the newly filled cup.

I take it from him. I want to keep on talking to Jeremy, but a short girl I don't recognize with dark hair comes up to him with some more empty cups. He starts talking to her instead.

I'm alone once again. Not wanting to stand out like a lost puppy, I'm able to find an empty table to hang out at. It's moments like these that make me wonder what it would be like to be able to drive and have my own car. But then again, even if I did have my own car and tried to leave, my mother probably wouldn't have let me go. Her excuse would be that I'm gonna "miss out on all the fun" or whatever.

Well, I'm not having fun, at least, not anymore.

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As I sip my punch, my eyes lazily scan the dance floor. There's still no sign of Bonnie or Caroline. What I do see, however, makes me shake my head and roll my eyes.

Damon is dancing with a blond senior. His roaming hands are all over her as he provocatively grabs her butt. I guess he finally found someone to dance with. It's weird seeing Damon like this, though, the real him. Polite Damon was just an act. The real Damon is playful and arrogant, not to mention dangerous and a psychotic murderer. He scares and confuses me more than anyone I've ever met.

Growing bored, I check my phone for any texts. There's one from Bonnie.

I frown. Maybe I should have checked my phone first before wasting my time trying to find Caroline and Bonnie. I open the text to read it.

BONNIE BENNET: Hey, sorry for leaving you without telling you where we were going, it's just damon came over and we were already about ready to go so we decided to just leave, sorry :(

HARPER LACY: It's ok, if my mom would let me, I probably would have already left too

So there we have it. My friends left because Damon was bothering them, and they weren't having fun anyway. It kinda makes me sad though because that basically means keeping me company wasn't enough for them. Am I that boring?

Yeah, I am. I can't even deny that, and I hate myself for it sometimes.

Suddenly, an incoming call from an unknown number lights up on my phone. If I didn't have my phone out, I probably wouldn't have seen it since my phone is on silent. I immediately decline the call like I usually do with all spam calls.

But then, before I can put my phone away, the same number calls me again. Thinking that my phone might be doing that glitch again where it shows me the person's phone number rather than their contact name, I answer this time to see who it is.

I have nothing better to do so I might as well.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Harper."

The way he says my name gives me a bad feeling. "Who is this?"

"We haven't met. Let me give you a few hints," he says. "I get really bad sun burns. Anti-aging cream companies hate me, and I'm a sucker for type B, quite literally."

Oh my God.

He's a vampire.

My heart leaps into a panicked race. "How did you get this number?" I whisper forcefully, trying to keep my cool. I have to remind myself that I'm still at a school dance.

"Doesn't matter," he says. "But what does matter is what you're going to do for me."

I suck in a breath.

He continues, "Here's what you're going to do. There's an exit door behind you. You have five seconds."

I whip my head around to see the exit door he's talking about. It's wide open and ready for me to go through.

Oh God. This is a trap.

I don't move. I can't think. I don't wanna do what he says.

"You're taking too long," the man says into the phone, annoyed. "Do you want Jeremy to die?"

At the mention of Jeremy's name, my eyes shoot over to the punch table. Jeremy is still there, pouring punch into cups. But my attention is immediately drawn to a man behind him — a man on a phone — looking right at me.

I gasp, my breath shuddering. No. No. This can't be happening.

"I can snap his neck so fast I bet there's not even a witness," the man threatens. "Now, start walking."

My lips purse together in anger and frustration. He wins. I don't have a choice. I start to slowly back away towards the exit. When I'm at a good angle in relation to the door, I take off running.

Before I know it, I'm in the school hallway with no idea where I'm going. All I know is that I have to get away. My legs fly across the floor at top speed, each stride more urgent than the last. I see exit doors up ahead leading to a connecting hallway, so I run right up to them. I try to push them open, but they won't budge.

Panic shoots through me like an explosion of lava. In a split second decision,  I turn to my right and make a mad dash for the lunch room. Once inside, I run to the opposite end of the room and desperately search for an open way out . . . an open door, an open window, anything.

But there is no way out. I'm trapped.

I whip around to face the front entrance of the cafeteria, hoping, praying to God that I lost him.

My prayers aren't answered.

He comes striding into the room, his eyes focused intently on me. A huge wave of anxiety and fear rolls over me so intensely, I'm scared I might pass out. I want to scream, but I'm terrified if I make a noise, it'll trigger him off.

But that doesn't matter, within seconds he's in front of me, and I'm flung back into a table like a rag doll.

This is it, the fight for my life.

My instincts take over as my mind rushes with adrenaline. I reach for the first thing I see on the floor which is a pencil. I grab it and scramble to my feet.

He lunges for me with his hand, and I reflexively stab it with the pencil. It goes right through his hand like an arrow.

With him distracted, I'm able to rush past him towards a yellow janitorial cart. There's a mop inside, and I swipe it out. With my mind rushing a million miles an hour, I break it over my knee in one swift motion, and it breaks in half.

A glimmer of hope ignites within my stomach at this minor achievement. I quickly turn around to face him. He's in front of me again within seconds, and I flinch before blindly trying to stab him with the sharp end of the broken mop.

He catches my wrist, and all time seems to stop. My eyes widen in horror as I suck in a breath. No.

This is it. I'm going to die alone, forgotten and helpless.

He chuckles at my failure to stab him before swiping the broken mop right out of my hand and tossing it aside.

Then everything happens so fast.

I stumble backwards.

He strides up to me.

My back hits a wall.

Then his teeth are bared and lunging for my neck.

He grabs my shoulders roughly, and I squeeze my eyes shut and scream at the top of my lunges.

Then I feel his hands abruptly let go, causing my eyes to shoot open. My vision is hazy at first until I can make out the outline of Stefan standing protectively in front of me.

I cower against the wall still feeling vulnerable and exposed. I'm slightly relieved, but only a little. The vampire can still get to me if he is able to make it past Stefan. This is not over yet.

"Hey, dickhead," calls out a voice.

I turn and see that it's Damon. He has the other half of the mop I broke in his hand. His presence actually makes me feel a little more relieved . . . somehow.

Damon raises his hands in a peaceful manner. "Nobody wants to kill you," he assures the vampire calmly. "We just wanna talk."

I expect the vampire to comply, but he doesn't. Instead, he smirks before leaping over a table and rushing towards me.

My eyes grow to the size of saucers as I press my back against the wall.

But he doesn't even get close to me because Damon throws the broken mop to Stefan, and Stefan uses it to stab the vampire through the stomach, rendering him immobile on his knees. The vampire grunts in pain, his eyes wide open in shock.

I gasp and let out a sigh of relief. This has to be over, right?

I hear footsteps from out in the hallway, and Elena comes hurrying into the cafeteria. She assesses the stabbed vampire first before her eyes land on me. She makes a beeline in my direction.

"Oh my God," she gasps before capturing me in a tight hug. "Are you okay?" she asks.

I cling to Elena like my life depends on it. "I'm okay," I croak out. A few tears start to sting my eyes.

I almost died. I almost lost my life today. I almost became another name in the news that people forget about the next day. I — I almost died.

I hear the vampire grunt in pain again and turn to see what Stefan and Damon are doing to him.

"Why are you doing this?" Stefan growls, keeping the mop firmly buried in the vampire's stomach.

The vampire rolls his eyes. "Because it's fun," he says as if the answer was obvious.

Well, it definitely wasn't fun for me.

In retaliation to what he said, Stefan thrusts the mop even further into him. The vampire groans, making noises as if he were choking.

Stefan keeps a firm hand on the vampire's shoulder and makes him look him in the eyes. "What do you want with Elena and Harper?" he demands.

Stefan's question gets my attention. For a second there, I was a bit distracted by Stefan's vicious intensity. I've never seen him act so rough before. But now my focus is solely on what's being said. I want answers. I want to know why the vampire specifically targeted me, and Elena as well apparently.

I adjust my position in Elena's arms to get a better look at him.

I watch as the vampire's eyes travel from Elena to me. "She looks like Katherine," he says, jutting his head towards Elena. "And she looks like Mary." He looks at me this time.

Mary? What is that even supposed to mean? She's dead. She's been dead for over a century.

Damon blinks his eyes rapidly and furrows his brow. "How did you know Mary?"

The vampire chuckles. "You mean, how do I know Mary. The little bitch screwed me over."

Stefan takes his hand off the vampire's shoulder and stands to his feet. Crossing his arms over his chest, he asks, "How is that possible? Mary is dead."

"Oh, she's very alive." The vampire grins. "What? You thought you were the only one, Damon?" he taunts.

Damon takes a step toward the vampire, his lips pressed together in a hard line. "You're lying," he accuses.

"Oh, but I'm not." He chuckles. "She's been around this whole time, out and about. I'm surprised you didn't know."

This new revelation startles me. I didn't want to believe that my resemblance to Mary could get me in trouble so soon or even at all, but here I am, just a few days after I found out about her, already having to deal with her baggage. And now she's supposedly alive, meaning that she must be a vampire. This is all just too much to comprehend at once.

I start to loosen my hold on Elena, but not by much.

It's Stefan's turn to take a step toward the vampire. "Who else is working with you?" he inquires.

The vampire keeps his mouth shut.

"Who else is there?" Damon demands.

"No," the vampire says sternly, looking from Damon to Stefan. "You're gonna have to kill me."

Oh great, well, that's lovely. If this vampire won't tell us anything about who he's working with then that must mean he himself is afraid of them. And if this vampire went after me and Elena just because we look like Katherine and Mary, who's to say the other vampires won't go after us as well?

Damon looks at Stefan, rolls his eyes, and nods.

I don't know what that means until everything becomes clear when Stefan rips the mop out of the vampire's chest and plunges it back inside.

I wince and tear my gaze away, hiding my eyes in Elena's chest, unable to stand listening to the vampire's desperate gasps for breath. I feel Elena's arms tighten around me.

At some point, the vampire falls silent which I assume means he's dead. Stefan must have staked him in the heart.

I peak out from Elena, seeing the dead vampire on the floor. His skin has turned grey and veins are protruding all over his body.

Elena loosens her hold on me, shifting a bit. "How are we gonna find the others now?" she asks, looking over at Stefan and Damon.

"He had to die," Damon says.

"But . . ." Elena starts.

"Elena," Stefan addresses firmly. "He's been invited in."

I don't know what that means, but I assume it has something to do with the vampire having been invited into someone who's importants's house. This is the first I've heard about it, meaning, before the vampire attacked me, he had already gotten away with other things. Elena never told me about any of it. As someone now "in the know," she should have at least told me there was another vampire in town. Heck, this could have all been avoided.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening reaches our ears. I jolt in Elena's arms, scared that it might be another vampire. But then we see it's just Mr. Saltzman passing by through the cafeteria's door window. It would be pretty awkward if he came in here right now, what with a dead grey body on the floor.

Stefan looks at Damon. "Go. I got this," he tells him, gesturing to the door with his head.

Damon doesn't need to be told twice. He walks out of the cafeteria, presumably to make sure Mr. Saltzman didn't see anything. I'm a little worried at the idea of Damon going after my nice history teacher. I just hope Damon goes easy on him.

I finally feel comfortable enough to let go of Elena, so I do. Then Stefan comes over and hugs me to take her place.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yeah," I nod, my eyes traveling to the grey body on the floor.

So that's what a dead vampire looks like.

3rd Person POV.

*Mystic Falls High School Hallway*

In silence, Stefan and Damon are leaning against opposite sides of the hallway, each with a lot on their minds.

Fed up with keeping it all in, Damon readjusts his crossed arms. "No way that idiot was workin' alone," he says, referring to the now dead vampire who attacked Elena and Harper.

Stefan looks up at his brother. "You are," he subtly mocks.

Damon grins at his brother's attempt to be funny then makes an annoyed expression.

"So, Mary," Stefan changes the subject. "You think she's really alive?"

That triggers something within Damon. "No! Of course I don't think she's alive! I saw her get buried with my own eyes. You were there. Don't you remember?"

"I do," Stefan affirms, thinking back to when he was a young boy at Mary's funeral.

Damon sighs, looking at the floor. "He was just trying to distract us."

A moment of silence passes between the brothers until Stefan speaks up. "So, I'm guessing this means you're back to trying to get the tomb open then?"

Damon doesn't say anything, so Stefan presses further. "I know why you were looking for dad's journal."

This gets Damon's attention, so he looks up at his brother expectantly.

"You were hoping it could tell you where to find Emily's grimoire," Stefan continues. "That's what you need to reverse the spell."

"Look at you," says Damon, impressed, "puttin' the pieces together." He tilts his head to the side. "Good for you."

Stefan smiles knowingly, not buying his brother's facade.

"I was half-right," Damon makes clear. "Well, it's out there now." He pauses, a serious look forming in his eyes. "Let the games begin."

Stefan shrugs, taking a step closer to Damon. "My offer still stands," he reminds him.

"Yeah, with some hidden caveats, no doubt," Damon accuses.

"No." Stefan shakes his head. "Nothing hidden about it. No lies. No deception. I'm there when you open up that tomb. You and Katherine go, and the other twenty-six vampires die."

"If I agree?" Damon questions.

"I'll help you."

"Why should I trust you?"

"Because I'm your brother."

"No, that's not gonna cut it," Damon says.

"Because I want you gone," Stefan says seriously.

Damon pauses for a moment, searching his brother's eyes to see if he is telling the truth. Then he nods. "Okay."

Stefan nods in return, sealing the terms to their agreement.

Harper's POV.

*Later That Night After the Dance*

*Harper's House*

Walking out of the garage, I follow my mother into the house. It's still so surreal to me, that I got attacked by a vampire today. Besides a few bruises, I didn't get severely injured, thank God. But heck am I going to have a hard time falling asleep tonight. I'll probably keep the lamp on for the whole night and be unable to stop thinking about what happened.

As I pass the living room and head for the stairs, my dad, who's watching TV on the couch, hears me and turns to look back at me. "No boys asked you to dance, did they?" he asks with humor in his voice.

My mind immediately goes to Damon, but I shove the thought away. "No," I deny quickly in annoyance. "Of course not." Tired and not in the mood for my dad's antics or for just conversation in general, I rush up the stairs and into my room, closing the door behind me.

I quickly change out of my poodle skirt and into a comfortable T-shirt and shorts. Just feeling done with everything, I hop on my bed and grab my MP3 player from off the nightstand. After putting the earbuds into my ears and playing the next song on my track, "Fireflies" by Owl City, I lay back on my bed. I allow myself to get lost in the music, desperately seeking an escape from the horrors of the day, when, of course, my phone just has to ring.

Irritated, I snatch up my phone and practically rip the earbuds out of my ears. Who is it?

I read the name on the screen. Elena, of course. But then again, she does have some explaining to do. I accept her call.

"Hi," I greet normally, suppressing my irritation. and trying to calm myself down. I know I'm not in the mood, but I really do need to speak with her right now.

"Hey," she says. "We need to talk."

I already know where this is going, so I decide to just rip the band-aide off. "You know, you could have just told me," I begin gently, "that there was a vampire still threatening you."

"I know," Elena says, sounding regretful. "I should have. I just didn't want you to worry, and that's why I didn't tell Bonnie either." I hear her move on the other side of the phone. "I thought he was only after me."

Understandable, I guess. "So, he was from the 1800s, right?" I ask. "That's why he was able to recognize you as Katherine and me as Mary."

"It's the only explanation," she says.

I finally decide that now is the time to ask the question that's been bugging me this whole time. "So is it true?" I ask. "Is Mary still alive?"

Elena sighs into the phone. "Stefan doesn't think so. He thinks he just said that to mess with Damon."

I pause, thinking for a moment. "Yeah, that makes sense." I hold onto that because for some reason, the idea of living in a world with an exact copy of myself walking around makes me uncomfortable.

"And there's something else," Elena speaks up. "Stefan and I talked, and we decided that we can't leave you in the dark anymore. If your resemblance to Mary is making you a target, then you have to know what's going on."

"Okay," I say. I have no idea what that entails. I know that Elena has already been through her fair share of vampire drama, but I'm not sure I want to be in the middle of it myself, especially not after almost being killed by one today.

I always wondered what it would be like to be Bella Swan, to be saved by handsome vampires willing to die for me. The answer is traumatizing; it's traumatizing to have your life be in someone else's hands when all you can do is watch your life flash before your eyes. Not every fairy tale has a happy ending after all. Not everyone makes it out alive.

All I know is . . . be careful what you wish for.

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a/n:

For reference, up top is a picture of Harper's vervain necklace and her outfit to the 50s decade dance.

Also, you're probably wondering why Noah went after Harper instead of Elena at the dance. Well, it's because he saw that Stefan and Damon were with Elena and just figured that Harper would be an easier target but equally as fun to hunt since she looks like Mary.

-- roxy

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