Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

Surreal

VIVIENNE'S POV:

I was in a deep sleep watching the world fade away in my dreams where I was running in fields which are endless, fields of flowers, meanwhile I was in a beautiful summer dress running wild laughing and giggling, the air felt like life was breathed into me.

I have never felt this free ever in my life, i cannot remember the time where i truly enjoyed a moment like this, where running around like a kid didn't feel like i was being dence, this is what i want to feel everytime i close my eyes, this warmth of the sun on my skin which feels like its singing, in languages even unknown to me.

Where this world felt like enough to just be in it. Where I didn't have to fight my mind all the time, to align reality and imagination aside, where I was free, where I could breathe again, life gets hard without telling you how to deal with it, Also sometimes you get caught up with the things that run wild in your mind.

Never in my life have I ever felt the calmness I wanted while still standing in the heart of the chaos, the kind which you get that you can let go, where your thoughts don't haunt you till the time you sit on your bathroom floor trying to get yourself to hold up together.

This feeling that I feel like I'm chasing each day while just sitting in my room where things start getting blurry, where lines mix up and make up their own reality inside my mind. Where I started believing the things which didn't mean. Where I sat down and stared into space where my mind screamed at me to let go.

I wanted to, I always do. This feeling wouldn't go, always lingering in the back of my head like a ticking bomb not knowing when it'll explode. When I see people who carry their darkness inside of them, I know it, because I have it making its home inside of me.

I know when they smile, not spilling a word out of their mouth, when their eyes hold the sadness where their soul cries for help, where all they want is for someone to hold them gently, tell them it's okay, even when they know in reality it's not, the sadness they carry.

It's not easy to handle, it drives you crazy, you almost end up losing the track of time where if you look in the mirror, all you see is a stranger. Where you don't recognize yourself anymore, not physically, not mentally, not visually.

Where you sit inside the four wall room, In addition find an escape in it, where you lose the sense of yourself for months Plus then people say, It's just all in your head.

Don't I know that?

That's what I say to myself when I belittle myself, when I carry the world on my shoulders when I just want to let go, so no I don't want to hear, that you are sorry and that you don't understand, because I don't either.

When all i want to do is let this sadness consume me and when it does, i don't recognize myself then a tear falls down from the face i see in the mirror whom my mind doesn't recall. Where I don't grasp the time, where I let it fall from my hands like sand, where all I want is to feel, where I want to remember.

Because if i'm being honest, i don't remember anything, only the recent events that happened to me. If you ask me, Do you know you did this? Did you know you liked this when you were little?

No I don't. I don't remember anything, it's like a faded memory inside the abyss of my mind. Where it's all blurry, then i smile and say "Yeah ofcourse i do,"

If i be honest with you, you'd be scared of me, when this darkness floats around me, i say things honestly, so if i tell you the demon who speaks inside my mind.

The dreams I keep on repeating, the faces I see, and when I see them even when i'm wide awake in the middle of the day, if i start telling you about the place i go to every time i dislocate. You'd be very concerned.

So to not be the weird one i hold it inside of me because it doesn't let me speak verbally, there is a ghost inside my throat who closes it every time i try to speak, when words don't come out, and then i scream, where no voice comes out, the cries that hold no sound the sounds who don't escape my heart. The darkness which doesn't let me do anything.

One of the reasons I run away, I shut myself down, I get angry, I let the anger consume me because that is the only thing I feel, when I'm like this I want you to know to be away from me the things I carry aren't to speak. They have their own voice and they too like to convey their feelings and all that mixes inside my bloodstream.

So when I say that I feel at peace, just know that it is true because even in my skin I am never at peace. Nothing could even put me together again, it's like I'm shattered across the timeline, where my soul is lost and my happiness is misaligned.

Where the lord forgot to put me in one piece,where I live different lives at the same time. Where my soul screams to be united, where my heart says otherwise,

it says you were meant to be left and live this miserable life.

So when I tell you that this dream is where I'm at peace, believe me, this calmness feels unreal, where I can run around the fields, my hands caressing the petals of flowers of every kind.

The words I say won't explain the beauty behind this scene. It's like the place you want to go to when you die. Colours of all kinds surround me.

It's everywhere.

No matter where I turn, the world is nothing but flowers—stretching out in every direction, farther than I could ever walk. There's no edge, no end, just an endless sea of color swaying in slow, graceful waves. Scarlet poppies burn like sparks against the green.

Daisies tip their faces toward the sun as though they're smiling. Streaks of lavender ripple in the breeze, their perfume curling into the air until it's all I can smell.

I pass clusters of wild roses, tulips, bluebells, and forget-me-nots—each patch so alive it feels like the field is trying to show me everything beautiful all at once.

The sky above is a pure, endless blue. The sunlight wraps around me like a soft golden blanket, warming my skin until I can feel it sinking into me, melting away a chill I didn't even know I'd been carrying. It's gentle but constant, like it knows exactly where I've been hurt and is taking its time to heal me.

The air is thick with the scent of blossoms—sweet, earthy, fresh. When I breathe it in, it's like my lungs have never worked properly before this moment.

Somewhere nearby, bees hum lazily, drifting from petal to petal, their sound blending with the faint whisper of grass and stems brushing together. The wind moves in soft, rolling waves, carrying a coolness that makes the sun's warmth feel even more precious.

I close my eyes and let it all sink in. The ground beneath my feet is soft, springy with grass, like the earth itself is cushioning me. The sunlight presses against my face. The air moves through my hair, over my arms, into my hands.

I feel... light.

For the first time in so long, the tightness in my chest is gone. The ache in my bones is gone. Even the noise in my head has fallen silent.

This isn't the kind of happiness that comes suddenly or shouts for attention—it's quieter than that, softer. It's steady.

It's been here all along, waiting for me to slow down enough to notice. Standing here, surrounded by a million blooms under the open sky, I feel like I've finally stepped into the version of myself I was always meant to be.

For the first time, I'm not just breathing—I'm alive.

And that's when I feel his arms around me, I laugh like it's normal, I feel his breath against my neck where my hairs are tugged behind. I don't turn around because I know the moment I turn around he'll disappear so maybe i'll stay like this as long as I can, I don't even know him, but do you really need to know him to know that he already holds your half of heart, and it won't be long before he consumes your whole heart.

I've come to know the rhythm of his breathing, the quiet strength in the way he holds me, as if his arms have always known where I belong. His face is never clear, always softened by some hazy veil my mind can't lift, yet the lack of detail doesn't distance me from him—it pulls me closer.

There's a familiarity in him that feels older than memory, a connection etched into the threads of countless timelines, woven so deliberately that even the spirits must have stopped to watch.

It's as if our souls are made from the same rare material, pulled from the same corner of the universe, destined to find each other no matter how many lifetimes it takes.

And that's when I woke up. Caroline's voice echoed faintly from downstairs, her tone carrying that familiar edge of urgency. I groaned, dragging myself out of bed, and shuffled toward the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face. A quick freshen-up later, I padded down the stairs, the floorboards creaking lightly under my feet.

The first thing I saw was Caroline, pacing the length of the living room like a caged tiger. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest, her expression drawn into a frown that deepened every time she turned on her heel.

"What happened to you?" I asked, making my way toward the kitchen. I needed caffeine if I was going to survive another day in Mystic Falls. This town never gave anyone the luxury of a peaceful morning—it was always one disaster after another.

I busied myself with the coffee maker, letting the scent of freshly ground beans wrap around me like a shield.

"It's Tyler," Caroline said finally, still pacing, still wringing her hands like the answer might magically appear if she just kept moving.

I arched a brow, pouring my coffee. "What, did he finally have the guts to kiss you or something?"

Caroline froze mid-step, her head snapping toward me, eyes wide. That reaction told me more than words could.

"Oh my God," I said slowly, leaning against the counter with my steaming mug. "Don't tell me you guys already kissed."

She hesitated, her voice faltering when she spoke. "Yeah, I—I... it's not about the kiss." She stumbled over her words, almost tripping on them. "It's about him knowing that Mason is dead—and that Stefan and Damon are vampires." She rushed the words out so fast I almost missed half of it. My brain had to catch up.

I blinked at her. "Wait, hold on. He didn't already know Stefan and Damon are vampires?"

"Of course not!" she cried, exasperated. "He thought I was the only vampire in this town. And that's not even the main problem." Her pacing resumed, faster this time, like she was burning holes into the floor. "He feels completely betrayed because I didn't tell him Damon killed Mason. He knows I knew."

I took a long sip of my coffee, letting her words sink in, and then set the mug down carefully. "But Mason isn't dead. He's alive."

Caroline froze as if I had just spoken in a foreign language. Her mouth opened slightly, and then she snapped her gaze toward me. "Wait. What?"

"I'm serious," I said calmly, keeping my eyes on her. "Damon may think he killed Mason, and Stefan probably believes it too, but he's not dead. He's safe. I manipulated my magic—created an illusion. Everyone thinks he's gone, but he's very much alive."

Caroline's eyes widened, disbelief etched across her face. "Viv..." she breathed, stepping closer to me. "Oh my God. We need to tell Tyler right now."

I shook my head firmly. "No. Not yet. We can't let Damon or Stefan know Mason's alive. You know how vampires are about wolves—they see them as threats, as walking death sentences. One bite and they're gone. They won't see Mason as a person, Care. They'll see him as danger. Damon especially. The moment he finds out Mason's breathing, he'll try to finish what he started."

Caroline's lips pressed together, guilt flashing in her eyes. "I—I already called Stefan," she admitted in a rush. "I was panicking, and I couldn't think straight—"

I cut her off before her spiral could begin. "Okay, listen. Here's what we're going to do. We're not telling Stefan about Mason. Period. He'll go talk to Tyler, try to calm him down, and if it all goes south, we'll step in. We'll tell Tyler the truth then. That Mason's alive. But only if we absolutely have to. Got it?"

She nodded, though her fingers twisted together nervously. "Okay. Okay. I think I can do that."

"You have to," I reminded her firmly. "You need to act like nothing's wrong. I know lying isn't exactly your strong suit, but Tyler's safety depends on it. If Damon catches even a whiff of this—" I shook my head, letting the implication hang in the air.

Caroline swallowed hard and nodded again, more resolutely this time. "You're right."

Before I could say anything else, her gaze flicked toward the door, her whole body going still. "I think he's here," she whispered.

I straightened, placing my coffee down, my heart thudding with the familiar rush of anticipation. Mystic Falls never gave us a break. "Okay," I murmured, lowering my voice. "Remember what I said. Play it cool, Care. You've got this."

She nodded quickly, eyes wide but determined.

"Good. I'll be upstairs. If anything happens, I'll step in."

I squeezed her arm briefly, giving her one last reassuring look, then slipped away toward the staircase, every step a reminder of just how thin the line between safety and disaster really was.

I hear as the conversation goes down, making sure I don't make it obvious that I'm listening to their conversation. Caroline is doing her absolute best.

I hear as Caroline says. "We have to get to him and reason with him before he does something stupid. You have to talk to him. Just try to explain. You know, you always know the right things to say. Tyler and I- we're friends."

Friends?? Just for now i guess.

As Stefan makes his way out of the door I go back downstairs and take a peak from the window to make sure his car isn't in the driveway anymore.

"Okay he's gone." I say and turn around. And I see Caroline chunking down the full coffee cup. "Omg that was so stressful." I laugh as I hear her say that.

"Yeah sure, miss, don't know how to lie." she rolls her eyes. And I continue. "You call me if Tyler calls or anything happens okay. I have to go to work now." I finish as I pick up my jacket I placed on the couch.

"Yes I will." she says while smiling and making her way towards me raising her hands. Oh I know she's gonna give me a hug. As much as i hate physical touch i think i love it from some special people but lets never test the limits.

I signed as she wrapped her arms around me. "And Care, Make sure you don't say a word about mason to anybody okay."

She lets go of me and does this dramatic, "Cross my heart and hope to die."

I smile and make my way outside. Good thing I changed while Caroline and Stefan talked.

I have an extra shift late today.

As I reach the bakery, I open the front door, put the sign, "Open" and make my way to the kitchen. Where I see Mara making bread. And Henry helped her around. I greeted them both.

"Good morning guys," which alerted them that i'm here, Mara made her way towards me saying, "Good morning honey." and gave me a light hug. She is an affectionate person.

I smiled at her and got to work. Today is going to be a long day.

As the clock hit 6 I took off the apron and hung it in its rightful place, and made my way to grab my bag after making sure that everything was in its place and there was no work to do.

After saying bye to both of them, I left, as I was getting inside my car I got a call from care. Thinking of all the things which happened in the morning the first thought was that maybe she mistakenly told Stefan that Mason is alive.

I answered it quickly. "Hey, Care-" i spoke but i was interrupted, and i hear a voice which doesn't sound like caroline at all. "Hello, Vivienne. I have Caroline and I want Tyler safely. Bring him to the clearing by the wickery bridge. You have about 20 to get him. Till then maybe I'll stop my friends from having a little fun with her. Maybe a bullet in the head wouldn't hurt that bad. Would it?"

Hearing that my blood runs cold. "Why do you have her?" I ask. "Oh don't try to play that 'I have no idea what's going on' game. Stefan had Tyler and I want him back till then I'll be safe keeping Out little Caroline. Or she'll be very dead. I hope you don't mind."

And she cut the call.

"Oh i fucking mind." my voice came out low.

I drive recklessly to the lockwood house and almost break the door by knocking. Tyler opens the door. "Woah woah woah, what happened." he asked. "Oh i need to know what happened, why is my sister kidnapped by your pups."

I see Stefan stepping into the room from behind Tyler. "I got the call too." he says, as I let out a sign and pull Tyler by his arms dragging him outside with me. "You're coming with me at this instant. Or every Werewolf in this town dies, i don't a fuck if its your family or not i'll fucking kill every last one of you."

Stefan follows from behind, as we make our way to my car. "Okay okay I'm coming. I care about Caroline too you know-" he says and I interrupt him, "Well, you better fucking do Tyler, or i swear to god."

"Yes, I know it's my fault I shouldn't have called her," he says. "Well yeah it is your fault, now let's fix this before they hurt her." as we almost reached the destination.

We all get out of the car and start walking to the clearing and I see Jules standing there infront of some vans. "Where is Caroline?" i asked as Stefan beside me pulled Tyler along with him.

She replies with, "Locked up tight." making the anger swerl inside me. Before I could say anything Stefan said, "Let her go and I'll release Tyler."

"We don't want to make things messier right? Don't make us your enemies, Jules." I say as I start feeling anxious about Caroline.

"It's a little late for that don't you think, Vivienne?" she said with a smug forming on her face.
"You need to leave the town, or I'll make sure you do." as I take a step towards her. "I'm not leaving without Tyler." she says. "Then fucking take him with you if wants to go. Let my sister go right now. Before I rip your heart out with my bare hands."

As soon as I complete my sentence. I hear Damon's voice.
"That's why I like you. Since Stefan wanted to try his way which is very boring I think we're gonna go by mine and Vi's way which is a little . So you might wanna give us Caroline."

I can see her losing her calm and starting to panic, her eyes are flickering to each one of us which shows the nervousness.

"Let go of Tyler." she said. Like we even kidnapped him. "Give me Caroline." Damon and I say firmly.

"Without a full moon, it's not even a fight and you know it. We will take you." I can feel the ignorance from his voice. Making me want to roll my eyes in annoyance.

"I'm not so sure about that tough guy," After saying that she whistled. And I see around 8 guys surrounding us. Damon told Tyler to go towards Jules as he stood beside her now..

How stupid these wolves can be, they know Mason is alive. I made him call them and tell them to back off. But their ego is touching the skyline at this point.

I pinch my nose and close my eyes in frustration. Now some blood is going to be spilled. Even though I don't like killing wolves. At this point they are asking for it.

"Which one of you killed Mason?" one of them asked, and I raised an eyebrow towards them. What are they even saying, he talked to them, he told me himself.

"Uhh, that'd be me." Damon says, making me sigh. "Shut it you idiot." I mumble quietly.

"Boys, make sure that one suffers." the one who asked who killed mason said again. I closed my eyes and when I finally felt the thread to her mind I entered.

"I thought Mason made himself clear that he is alive." when jules heard my voice inside her head she looked startled. And looked at me with wide eyes.

"How– what– how did you do that?" she asked and I only smirked. "I thought I made myself pretty clear and you still went after my sister, now that has some consequences."

Then the fight broke out. Damon went towards the right and I went towards Jules. She jumped on the van and Tyler went inside the van after nodding towards me.

"Where will you run now bitch." I say as I let my magic flow from my hand as my eyes glowed red I had the veins of my magic wrapped around her frame.

They burned her and tightened my fist. "You used your magic, I know, he isn't alive. You're lying, you made an illusion." She choked as she said. But I didn't stop.

I felt something hit me on my head. As I tried to take two wolves on my own. This was straining me. And that hit didn't help either. It made me let go of that other wolf and I held my head and I felt blood rushing down.

A big mistake.

As soon as I put my right hand down, I should've known that he'd jump at me. But that hit caused me to lose focus, the world was getting blurry.

Before I could recover from the hit. He had already bit me on my neck causing me to let out a blood curling scream.

At this point Damon was down so was Stefan. Caroline was held by Jules.

No no no no no.

It hurts...

The bite stings so bad, I place my hand on the ground and let it travel while still trying to get out this giant man's hold. He is pressing my body down so hard I'm unable to move so I do the only thing I can.

I let it travel. It strains me but I don't stop because I know if I don't do something right now, they will all die.

As my magic reached them I let it get in their heads. And then they all fall screaming on their knees. The man holding me down goes limp. And I got up.

The strain is too much and it causes me to let go but they are still screaming.

Now that's confusing.

The world is going blurry to black. As I turn towards Care and ask, "Are you okay?" and then everything turns black. 

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