Dissipating Darkness

Chapter Five

Football Friday. Football Friday. Those two words seem to chant in my head as my last class of the day is about to pour in. I am attempting to associate the fact that it's Football Friday and that is why the students attending my classes are complete imbeciles today. Even though they are imbeciles everyday, today is more extreme than usual.

"Please before you sit, discard of your footballs and pom-poms on the far right side of the room. I doubt you need them for Literature class."

I try not to roll my eyes as I walk from behind my desk. I end up leaning on the front of it as the class takes their seats.

"So, in recognition of tonight's football game and the fact that no one would do the assignment anyway, I've decided that today is a Discussion Day. What is that you may ask? Well, you shouldn't be asking that if you use even one-fourth of the brain you all ready over-work. Discussion Day is a day for discussion."

I pause a little for dramatic emphasis.

"The topic? There isn't one. Why you may ask? Discussion Day is a day to talk amongst yourselves. Enjoy."

I barely finish the statement before the delinquents are already talking. I sigh a little as I take a seat behind my cheap desk.

I look around the classroom, and it seems like for longer than a second, my eyes automatically go to Caroline Forbes. Her loose blonde ponytail seems to flail around carelessly in its ribbon as she talks enthusiastically to Elena Gilbert. The smiles on the girls' faces are that of pure happiness. Envy slowly builds in my body. If only I could smile like that. For even a day I would be grateful.

But the dull tug at my throat reminds me that I will never experience their happiness.

A knock on the door makes my eyes swiftly leave the scene of Caroline and Elena. Before I can get up to answer it, Alaric waltz in with a pair of bright, white sneakers swinging in his hand.

"Excuse me, Klaus. I'm afraid a certain knucklehead has forgotten an important item."

He waves the sneakers a little in the air, and Elena is finally broken out of her enthusiastic conversation with Caroline. She quickly makes her way over to Alaric; who is now leaning against my desk.

"Hey, kiddo."

"Ugh, please. Not in school, Ric."

Smiles fill their faces.

"Yeah alright. Be glad I saw these in the foyer before I left."

"Thanks so much! You're the best. Sorry about the interruption, Mr. Mikaelson."

She turns her attention to me for the first time since I have relocated to Mystic Falls. I do not see anything special about her appearance. Maybe it was her personality that captured the two vampire brothers' hearts.

"It's quite alright, Elena."

She nods her head and walks back to her seat. I wait for Alaric to leave.

He doesn't.

"Do you need something, Alaric?"

"They pay extra for teachers to go to the game and look out for the students. I could use the extra money, and I was wondering if you wanted to help me work the ticket booth, or at least pretend to work it just to keep me company?"

The money means nothing to me of course, but for some reason I find myself curious as to what goes on at Football Friday. So, with the least bit of hesitation, I reply the affirmative. What could go wrong?


"There was so much blood. She was unrecognizable. God, why did that animal have to attack her? I love her so much. I'm so sorry. I can't talk right now."

The Tigers' cheerleading squad's co-captain walks out of the camera's view.

"And this is Denise Walker reporting with Channel 9 news. Tonight, what should've been a friendly rivalry between the Timberwolves of Mystic Falls and the Tigers of Hampton Springs has resulted in the tragic death of the Tigers' cheerleading squad's captain, Alyssa Moore."

I resist the urge to cringe as yet another petty, insignificant high school female makes sure her hand brushes across mine as I hand them their ticket to the already predictable football game. It is obvious that the Tigers stand no chance against Mystic Falls' Timberwolves.

My eyes seem to be drawn to the half-time show where Caroline Forbes is being thrown into the air, then tumbles back down. I only linger on how elegant the simple move looks for a second. A voice laced in jealousy fills my ears.

"If our team has any good luck, maybe that Caroline girl will break her freaking neck."

My head uncontrollably turns toward the girl who spoke the words. I can envision her own neck snapping between my hands like a toothpick. I can hear her shrill cries as my teeth tear into her scrawny, envious neck. Her eyes nothing but a blank canvas as what I am fails to register to her. She can only see the end.

"You okay, Klaus?"

My head snaps toward Alaric. I smirk.

"Yes. My mind must have traveled for a short time."

"Oh. All right."

I look on as he smiles and waves at Elena as she begins to do a back-flip across the field.

"You adore her, don't you?"

"Elena? Yeah. She's nothing short of a daughter to me. Number seven on the field tonight? That's her brother Jeremy. He doesn't know anything."

"Anything as in?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Klaus. Jeremy thinks his parents died after their car ran off the road, and he just knows Damon as his sister's older boyfriend, and Stefan as the tag-a-long brother."

"So, you and Elena aren't planning on telling him anything?"

"I would, but I don't want this life for Jeremy. He deserves to grow up and get out of here. He deserves to live."

"And what about Elena?"

"I can only help her as much as she wants to be helped." Alaric shrugs softly, and my mind seems to flash back to the classroom:

Elena and Caroline Forbes being the best of friends, even after Caroline's mom killed both of Elena's parents, Elena not seeming to care enough not to date the type of thing that was at the root of the death of her parents. How could she bear to love a vampire? Either Elena Gilbert is a fantastic actress or--

"You had her compelled."

"I had no choice. It was either that, or she be like me. A lonely, twenty-eight year old bachelor with two self-proclaimed kids, who's teaching History at a small-town high school. I want more for her. I'm trusting Damon to make sure she gets exactly that."

"Well, you know what they say; misery loves company."

Alaric smiles. "Don't I know it?"

Cheers erupt from the stands at the Timberwolves make the winning touchdown of the game. I see the Tigers' cheerleaders start to walk off of the field with their shoulders slumped.

"Excuse me. I have to go check on something."

Alaric nods; dismissing me.

I cut behind the stands and stealthily walk past the rugged looking concession stand. Her voice becomes clear.

"Too bad the captain of the Timberwolves didn't get hurt tonight. I would've loved to have seen her fall. We should've won that. We need to learn to cheer our boys on to their fullest potential! If we aren't at our best, how could they possibly be at theirs? Tomorrow is an eight AM practice ladies, and I better not hear any groans from any of you! I'll join you all in the locker room in a minute to review our routines that we did tonight."

I hear the noisy girls make their way into the locker rooms as the apparent head cheerleader whips out her cell phone from her cheerleading top and begins talking into it. Inching closer, I can feel the anger rushing through her veins. Her blood is practically boiling with it.

"Hey, what do you think you're do--"

Her skin breaks easily beneath my fangs. The warm liquid pours into my mouth almost faster than I can swallow it. I can feel her life slipping through my fingers. Euphoric.

But only for a moment.

Her vocal cords separate from her throat like they had not belonged there in the first place. I release them from my grip, and claw at her throat one last time before I hear someone coming.


"There was so much blood. She was unrecognizable. God, why did that animal have to attack her? I love her so much. I'm so sorry. I can't talk right now."

The Tigers' cheerleading squad's co-captain walks out of the camera's view.

"And this is Denise Walker reporting with Channel 9 news. Tonight, what should've been a friendly rivalry between the Timberwolves of Mystic Falls and the Tigers of Hampton Springs has resulted in the tragic death of the Tigers' cheerleading squad's captain, Alyssa Moore."

My eyes do not leave the page of my book as my sister sighs. "Poor girl. So young. So much life left."

"Well, Rebekah. That's what people do. They die. It's a never ending cycle."

"Oh, have a heart, Nik. I wonder what animal got to her?"

"Probably a mountain lion in this boring town. I doubt it was anything more ferocious than that." Excluding myself.

"It's weird because I started to smell the blood right away, but I didn't smell the animal. Did you?'

"No, dear sister. Like you said, the blood was a very potent smell."

Rebekah shrugs as she gets up from the couch.

"Well anyway. We're having a party here tonight. Sort of a way to get acquainted with everyone and the going ons of the town."

"Who cares about what goes on in this town?"

"I do, Nik! Now, help me clean this place up! We've got a party to host."

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