Lily’s gaze dropped to Kylie’s tugging of her sleeves and she tightly pursed her lips, hating herself for becoming someone one of her best and oldest friends would feel anxious to be around. She had changed since discovering the demon that had lay dormant inside her for so many years. As one of the three infamous Donovan girls, she’d always been fairly temperamental, argumentative and hot headed, but still more compassionate than her mom and sister. She’d tried to follow Matt’s example in matters of friendships and relationships.
The mention of sweet tea gave Lily the courage to look up and meet Kylie’s unreadable stare. Their love of tea was something that had always connected them. It was kind of their thing… A tradition they shared with each other and no one else. Kylie introduced Lily to it when they were no older than eight or nine. The children in Lily’s class had become aware of Kelly Donovan’s reputation in Mystic Falls and had started teasing Lily because of it. Kylie had promised that sweet tea would make everything better and (as so often was the case) she had been right.
“Matt’s already working on the tea,” Lily replied. She hadn’t even had to ask her brother to do so. Once she’d told him that she was meeting Kylie, he’d started searching for the scarcely box of tea bags under the counter. Once they’d picked a table close to the window and far from any possible eavesdroppers, the two girls sat it an impenetrable silence as they waited for Matt to bring over their tea.
As much as Kylie had changed, it seemed Lily had changed even more. She seemed broken down, and small, much like when she’d been picked on in their younger years. Kylie had never been afraid to give a few kids black eyes if they got out of hand, not minding the possibility of trouble because they were afraid they would get beaten up again. It had seemed like the easiest thing in the world to do, and she’d never regretted it. Kylie regretted very little when it came to the other girl, finding that their friendship sometimes seemed like the only easy and sane thing in her life. Until this year. Suddenly everything was changing, and someone was going to get hurt in the process.
“Of course,” she mumbled, nodding to herself. Matt knew Kylie and Lily’s friendship the best out of everyone except the two of them. He’d dealt with sleepovers and movie marathons, late night trips to get food, and the ranting and raving that accompanied a break up. He’d had to kill every bug that made its way into the house, and after the first few times he ran into the room because of screaming, he learned to bring toilet paper to kill the things. A part of Kylie hoped that the tea could help them talk things over, remind them of all the good things that had happened to them, and all the bad things they had survived.
After Matt dropped the teas off, telling them to behave, Kylie sat up and took a sip of her drink before leaning her forearms on the table and catching Lily’s eyes. “I’m going to set a ground rule for us, right here, and right now. Nothing we say will leave this table. The secrets we tell will stay between the two of us, same as always. No one will find out what we talked about.” Part of Kylie’s want to make sure that the conversation was completely and utterly between the two of them was the demon succubus Lily had befriended. The last thing she wanted was for Gabby to find out she was a hunter, as it would put her on her radar.
To say that Kylie was livid would just so happen to be the understatement of the century. After overhearing a conversation between Taylor and Gabby, Kylie had gathered important information. First and foremost, Lily was a succubus, as was Gabby. The things she had then researched, led her to believe that Gabby was the cause of at least some of the deaths and disappearances surrounding Mystic in the last few weeks. It was ground enough kill her in as many ways as it took for her to stay dead, but something held her back. She wanted information, and she wanted it now. Who better to get it from than the girl who seemed to be in cahoots with the other girl? This conversation would have to be somewhere private, somewhere they could talk without fear of being watched or overheard, so Kylie had invited Taylor to her house, knowing fully well that Grace was out for the night. She had considered texting Sam, and having him be prepared as backup, but she was still mad at Dean and didn’t want to run the risk of Dean bursting in the door and interrupting her. She was going to investigate this and there was nothing that he could do about it.
Setting herself on the couch, she ran through her notes in her head, reviewing everything she’d learned in the past few hours. She’d heard rumours around town that made her believe Taylor was a witch, something she wasn’t really surprised by. There’d always been a power that she seemed to have that almost no one else had. It made her wary of how far she was willing to push the girl for information. There was a reason Gabby had come to Mystic, and finding out what that reason was, seemed to be the only solid thought she had. She was going to find this out and she would alert Sam and Dean when the time felt right. She could handle this. She knew she could. A car outside sent her to her feet, crossing her arms and glaring at the door, as if daring it to make a sound. Steeling herself for what was sure to be a conversation to remember, she waited for the knock on the door.
As Lily walked along the sidewalk towards the Grill, she tried to suppress the feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. After deciding that the only thing worse than having to face Kylie was the idea of never speaking to her again, she had easily agreed to this meeting, but that didn’t calm her fears. Things had been tense between them since their talk at school and that was before the Jeremy incident had been thrown into the mix. Lily was surprised that she hadn’t been cast from Kylie’s life entirely. But even though she’d been a terrible person, a friendship that lasts over a decade had earned her a couple of breaks, all of which she’d cashed in during the last couple of weeks. If she wanted to save her friendship with Kylie and keep her secret, she’d have to tread very carefully.
The Grill was fairly quiet for a Saturday afternoon and so it didn’t take Lily very long to discover that Kylie hadn’t arrived yet. She spotted her brother working behind the bar and in the interest of making him believe that everything was fine, she went over to scold him about leaving a mountain of dirty dishes in the sink. Since Gabby had threatened Matt’s life, Lily had found it difficult to be the pushy, annoying little sister that she’d always been, but she knew the best way to protect him was to keep him in the dark.
“Look, I’m just saying is that it takes five minutes to clean a—” Lily was in mid flow when she noticed Kylie entering. She glanced at Matt, trying not to make it known that her heart was breaking every time she left his side, and then maneuvered around the tables to greet Kylie.
“Hey,” Lily said with a tentative smile.
Sighing, Kylie navigated her truck into an open space across the street from the Grill, parking but not moving from her car. Leaning her forehead against the steering wheel, she sighed, wondering how she had let her life become such a mess. Grace would probably be ten shades of mad if she knew that Kylie was planning to meet Lily, harboring unfriendly feelings towards the girl that Jeremy had cheated on her with. She herself was appalled at the other girls behavior. Grace was one of the sweetest girls she knew, and as her older sister all she wanted was to see her happy. She deserved that much, especially after losing both Logan and Missy. It seemed, however that the world didn’t want to listen to Kylie, and was instead doing everything it possibly could to ruin everything she’d ever worked for. But she wasn’t going to let it. She was going to show the world hell if it thought that it was going to take this friendship, her happiness, and the happiness of her friends. It wouldn’t know what hit it.
Stepping out of the car she slipped on her sunglasses, trying to ignore the way that her jacket hung rather loosely from her frame. Ever since coming home, she’d been losing weight and never sleeping, but with Sam’s help she was starting to get back to her old self, the kind of person who would fight tooth and nail before ever admitting that she was considering defeat. The past few months she had let her life run her, instead of running her life; but she didn’t want that. She wanted her life back, and she was going to take it. Opening the door to the Grill she spotted Lily talking to Matt, ignoring the pang of guilt that shot through her as she thought of the information she had researched on how to kill a succubus, just in case. She couldn’t be sure what stories were myth and what stories were true, but she wasn’t taking chances. Kylie’s goal in case things got violent was subduing her long enough to toss her in the truck and get her to Sam’s house, where he would know what to do. Please, don’t let it come to that. She plead, stopping in the middle of the Grill.
“Hey,” she replied, tugging on the ends of her sleeves, as if unsure what to do. “I’m, uh, gonna grab drinks. Sweet tea?” She asked, remembering that every time the two went out for drinks, sweet tea was what they started with.
Sliding open the screen on her phone, she spotted a text from Lily, letting her know that she was free. Sending back a quick reply, asking to meet at the Grill, Kylie got dressed, taming her mane of hair with a curling iron and dabbing on minimal makeup, mainly to cover the circles under her eyes from never sleeping. There were many things that Kylie had on her mind, the most recent being what she had gathered from Gabby and Taylor’s conversation that was blatantly blathering about the supernatural where anyone could hear. She hadn’t meant to snoop, but when you hear someone talking about your best friend, your reaction is to listen. It was hard to grasp, at first, but when she started to piece together all of the signs it made perfect sense. She wanted to scream at the world that it wasn’t fair to have everyone around her be supernatural. Couldn’t she have one person that wasn’t aware? That wasn’t a vampire, or werewolf, or succubus? It was stupid to hope for that at this point, she knew that, but she couldn’t let this get her down. She had to believe that Lily was still the same Lily she had always been.
Making a vow as she jumped into her truck, she decided that she wouldn’t tell Lily what she knew until the girl told her first. If she had to pretend for weeks, months even, she would do it because the blonde deserved a chance to explain. She deserved to tell her side of the story before Kylie processed everything and figured out what to do. Their friendship had survived so many things, so many deaths and losses, so many stupid arguments over whether or not the guy on the football team was acceptable to date. She couldn’t let this get in the way of them too. She couldn’t. Then there was the second internal argument she was facing. Should she tell Lily she was a hunter? Could she trust her completely enough to not tell anyone else? She didn’t like the sound of Gabby. She didn’t trust the girl as far as she could throw her, and she was the one influencing Lily? That sounded like a recipe for a pretty big disaster. It scared her.
He found himself jogging downstairs with the avarege speed of a snail, when he realized he had no idea what he was doing. What was he going to tell her? He didn’t even know if she knows about werewolves, how was he going to explain that little detail? He procratinated, standing on the last stair, hoping she will give up and leave, go home or maybe back to Danny’s party. It took him a few minutes to realize it was Kylie, she would never give up, she was as stubborn as a mule and when you wanted her to do something, she would do exactly the opposite, sometimes just for fun. She never listened to anyone, why did he think she’d listen to him? He finally walked down to the front door, taking a few deep breaths before opening them. Of course, it took her exactly a second to start screaming at him. He noticed how she imidiately went and scanned his body, just like she knew something has happened to him.
“Okay, first of all Kylie, if I wanted a lecture, I would’ve gone to my parents. Second of all, you don’t get to come here and question me.” He took a step forward, looking at her. “And no, that is not blood. Are you done?” He finally added, realizing he just ruined the progress they made last time they were around each other. Stepping back, he looked down, not sure if he should apologize or just walk into the house and close the door behind him. Insulting her wasn’t his intention, but frankly, he didn’t care if she was offended. He was freaked out by his own feelings and what was happening to him, caring about others was the last thing on his mind.
Kylie bit her tongue before the sharp retort could roll off of it and make her seem like even more of an ass than what she was already being. She counted to five in her head, steadying her breathing before leveling Jackson with an ice-cold glare. If that’s how he wanted to play she would be more than happy to oblige. “I’m sorry that someone was concerned about your well being on a full moon, because I know for a fact you know about werewolves, and guess what, so do I. So I apologize that someone gave a crap.” He could make whatever assumptions he pleased about how she could possibly know about werewolves, something she didn’t generally announce to everyone. It was dangerous, the more people knew about her and her hunting habits. However, at the same time, she knew that most of the supernatural knew she was a hunter. It was an unfortunate repercussion from growing up around everyone, because they would keep that information for later, and avoid her at all costs if they were planning something. Now, she wasn’t sure what they thought of her. She was helping them, after all.
“Don’t bullshit, me, Whittemore. I know that’s blood. Wanna know how I know? If it was water it would have started drying by now. Oil would be a dark stain, with not a single hint of red, which that has.” her tone was cold and unforgiving, her knowledge working for her against someone who was smart, but was unaware of just how much she knew. She could have played dumb and turned around to leave, but she knew something was going on, and she was going to get to the bottom of it. Part of her was certain it was because she was curious, wanting nothing more than to know what had happened as she always had to. A smaller, more annoying part of her was convinced it was because she cared, and that’s why she was pushing so hard. The curious part was trying to smother the other one, but it wasn’t working. She was officially going insane. “Anything else you want to lie about? Might as well get it out of the way now. I haven’t got all night.” She crossed her arms, knowing fully well that he could slam the door and turn around, which she would deal with and then leave. She knew if she left, however, that it would take much more than Jackson could ever imagine to apologize for it.
Every since the moment Sam had heard Kylie’s voice mail on his phone, he had grown worried of his young friend. She was still new to the hunting, she didn’t know of things and it was clear that something she had done had shook her up good during her time away from Mystic Falls. And it was something serious, something she probably wasn’t able to handle on her own. Not like hunting was something anyone should be able to handle on their own. Kylie was young, she hadn’t been doing these things for long. And now he had that feeling that the job was getting to her, she had done something that was now creeping into her nightmares and she couldn’t shake it off ever since whatever had happened. Sam could still remember how it felt, how it felt to let the job get to you. To reach your nightmares and haunt you nights and days. He hadn’t seen Kylie in awhile, and pretty much all he knew was that she had have a sudden leave from town. Someone said she was off to take care of something, some said she had taken off to have some time off somewhere further away.
Since the moment Sam had hung on his phone, his promise was left to hang in the air, he rushed off his own bed and got the closest clothing on he could find. He had had a long night, full moon and learning bunch of things about his uncle and about her new girlfriend was taking its toll on Sam. He was exhausted but he wasn’t going to care for that now. He remembered to sneak off quietly through the apartment, snatching car keys and rushing through the parking lot to his car. It had been a smart move to get his own car after they had moved to Mystic Falls, his brother would have killed him for just taking his car. Fell’s house was almost across the Mystic Falls to where Alaric lived, this time around Sam didn’t really bother to care about the speed limits in the middle of the night, and not a sane person was outside at this time of the night in Mystic Falls. While he was driving mind trailed off to Kylie and how he knew her, they had grown friends and they had a steady friendship and now already trust. They had shared a few stories of their past and things they’ve been through. Of course, hunters main topic had always been hunting, more or less.
Once Sam had parked his car outside of Fell’s house, he heard his phone peeping at a text message. His brows furrowed and his gaze turned up to look at the window of Kylie’s room at what it told him. The lights were on in her room, his first concern was the fact that she kept her door unlocked in the middle of a night. Silently the younger Winchester made his way through the front door, already knowing their house, he knew where his feet needed to carry him to reach Kylie’s room. He could see from the stairs her room’s door was cracked open just slightly enough for light to shine through to the otherwise dark hallway. Gently he knocked on the door, barely making a sound, he slipped himself in. “Hey Kyles.”, his voice was low, a small, faint smile greeted her while he was studying the girl sitting against the head boarder of her bed. That all too common frown of concern was drawn to his features, and he moved to sit on the edge of her bed by the end of it. His eyes were cast at Kylie, or what was left of her anyway, “Why don’t you start over?”.
It seemed that in every conversation they ever had, Sam was wearing that frown of his. Kylie knew by now that the frown was when he was worried or concerned, and she vowed then and there that one of these days they were going to have a conversation that didn’t involve any sort of hunting. None at all. She was getting sick of hunting, if she was to be quite honest. Lately it seemed like anything weird, freaky, or in any sort of way supernatural was rearing it’s ugly head in Mystic Falls. Why couldn’t life just be like…Pride and Prejudice? Where all she had to worry about was whether or not she would end up marrying who she wanted to? At this point, Kylie had decided that she would give anything she had to just have to deal with normal problems. What girl did this, what this guy had said to her, but that wasn’t going to happen. She didn’t necessarily hate being a hunter, in some aspects it was great, but in other aspects it could easily ruin everything she had.
“I…when I left town for a while…I was tracking Mason Sinclair. He’d been suspicious for a while and when he left I followed him to make sure he wasn’t going to do anything. At first it seemed innocent, and it seemed like he was just out with some random girl until he drove 10 minutes out of town into the woods. I ran after them and I tried to get there in time- but- but I came too late and she was already dead and-” she broke off burying her head in her hands, swallowing back the wave of tears that threatened to cut her off before she could finish explaining everything to Sam. “I pulled out my shotgun but he was just so fast and he threw it. I used his momentum against him and got him on the ground with a hold on his throat and I managed to get wolfsbane down his throat but I had to wait for it to actually work and he grabbed me and pinned me and pulled on my arm.” she took a deep breath, the shaking returning as she remembered with startling clarity what happened next. “I used his weight against him and sent us tumbling and I grabbed the shotgun and shot him in the head but it wasn’t enough to kill him yet so I grabbed my knife and tackled him and stabbed him and the- the blood was everywhere- and I couldn’t-“
She stopped speaking, rubbing at her eyes with her palms, trying to stop the tears and the memories from overwhelming her once again. She knew that she had to kill Mason, he was dangerous and a murderer…but she had gone to school with him. He was always annoying and cocky but she had been around him for years before he was turned. It was hard to justify when she had never though that the demons inside of him would grow to be quite that strong. “I know he had to die but he was the first person I’ve ever had to kill and i can’t get the memory out of my head, Sam. It won’t go away and I don’t know how to deal with it.” she wiped at her eyes furiously, leaning back against the headboard again. She wondered idly in the back corners of her mind if Bonnie could erase memories, or if she could get Caroline to compel her to forget it. She’d have to wait until the vervain wasn’t in her system anymore, but she wasn’t sure if she could live with the nightmares for the rest of her life. She didn’t know if she was strong enough.
Lily was caught by surprise when Kylie stopped dead in her tracks and this was reflected by the expression of pure confusion etched on her face. When Kylie started talking with such honesty, Lily caught her bottom lip between her teeth and silently wished that she could give one of her closest friends the same respect. Honesty had always been present in their friendship, regardless of the consequences. But somewhere along the line, Lily had lost the ability to speak freely. She had been keeping secrets from everyone. Kylie, Jeremy, Taylor, Caroline… Even Matt. She couldn’t afford to give anyone the unabridged story of her life, complete with her darkest thoughts and fears.
“People drift apart…” The words had very nearly choked Lily, but she’d managed to get them out, even if her tone had been laced with uncertainty. “Look, I—” She took a moment to stare at her feet before looking back up at the girl with whom she’d shared so many fond childhood memories. “I’ve got to get to class.”
Unbidden at Lily’s words, tears sprang to her eyes. Here she was, 15 years after she and the blonde in front of her had become friends and she was telling Kylie that they weren’t friends anymore. Shaking her head bitterly she knew that there was something more going on but didn’t know what she had to do to get Lily to open up. If years and years of nothing but honesty on every level but one wasn’t going to get Lily to open up, she didn’t know what would. Would telling her she was a hunter help? Was Lily a vampire? Werewolf? Something new? Different? Whatever it was, they could make it through. They always made it through everything. Vicki’s death, Logan’s death, Missy’s death, her mom leaving…they’d made it through everything, stronger and still best friends. Always best friends.
“You know, I don’t believe you. You could fool just about anyone else but not me. Whatever it is that’s going on, you know that I would do anything and everything to help you.” Kylie took a deep breath, reaching into her purse and tugging the keys to her truck out of her bag. “You know where to find me, if you ever decide that our friendship ever actually meant something to you.” Turning her back to the blonde she stalked down the hall, knowing fully well she’d get in trouble for walking out of school but not caring with any fiber of her being.
The sudden impact forced Lily to shake the lethargic feeling that had caused her mind and body to move so sluggishly. She looked around for the person who had crashed into her and discovered Kylie Fell crouching down at her feet to retrieve that concealer that she hadn’t realized she’d dropped. Her mouth gaped for a few seconds, like a fish out of water. She’d hardly spoken to Kylie since Grace had started dating Jeremy. Of course, Kylie wasn’t Grace, but Lily still felt like conversing with her was similar to navigating around a minefield. She’d never expected that things would be like that between them. But things had changed. Everything had changed.
“Hi,” Lily replied with a smile and then took a beat to close her locker. “What’s going on?” Lily had wanted to ask what thoughts had distracted Kylie from looking where she was going, but decided that would offer the opportunity for her to ask personal questions and so, as the two girls started to walk slowly down the hallway towards their classes, she remained cold and distant.
Whatever hopes she had in those few seconds before Lily spoke that they could go right back to normal were shattered the instant she opened her mouth. Handing the makeup back without a word, she shut off her iPod and busied herself with tucking it in her purse. Suddenly, school wasn’t the place she wanted to be. In fact, Mystic Falls wasn’t where she wanted to be. She wanted to shut down and distance herself so completely from this stupid town with it’s stupid problems. She had a few scathing replies that she had immediately thought of when Lily asked her the question, but she was unsure if she wanted to speak them. She wasn’t trying to push Lily away, but it seemed the other girl was doing a perfect job of that on her own.
“What the hell happened to us, Lil? We used to be inseparable. Seriously, Matt got so sick of us that one month that he threatened to lock both of us out of the house forever. What happened to that? We’re supposed to be best friends but I’m starting to feel like that’s not what you want anymore.” she had stopped in the middle of the hallway, not caring that if they got caught they’d be in deep trouble, and not caring that she was missing a midterm in her math class right now.
Lily stared at her reflection in the small, magnetic mirror attached to the door of her locker, grimacing as she gently touched her fingers to the darkened circles beneath her eyes. She pulled a stick of concealer out of her bag and, after glancing over her shoulder to ensure that Matt wasn’t around, she applied the creamy substance to her dull and lifeless skin. The natural glow of her general appearance seemed to be deteriorating day by day, and she couldn’t understand why. She made a mental note to ask the latest and possibly the most important addition to her team of life coaches, Gabby, if that was a succubus thing or if she just needed to get more sleep.
The bell signaling third period rang out and students started to disband to their classes. But after missing first and second period, Lily wasn’t in a rush to get to her English class, and so she continued to stare at her reflection in the mirror, distracted by the task of processing everything that had happened the previous night.
If anyone asked Kylie, she’d still tell them that Lily was, and was always going to be, her best friend. The thing was, she was starting to feel like she was losing her best friend, one of the only people she could tell anything to without feeling like she would be judged. Well…almost everything. There were some things that she couldn’t tell Lily, without risking much more than judgement. It was a fine line to walk, and the distance made the thought of telling Lily that she was a hunter even harder. She missed Lily in her day to day life, staying over every weekend and coming over before school four out of five days of the week to make sure her outfit looked okay. She missed the mindless girl talk and gossip, none of which involved new species in town or sticking herself in the middle of a war.
Kylie was trudging through school with her head down and headphones in, blocking out the world as best as she could and trying to figure out just when everything in her life started to fall apart so quickly. The most depressing playlist on her ipod was the soundtrack to her every move, and she hated herself for being in this mood but she didn’t know what else to do. Sometimes you had to break down and pity yourself. With her head far in the clouds, she ran headfirst into someone at their locker, causing them to drop the makeup in their hand. “Shit, I’m sor-” she said, bending down to pick up the make up, and standing up she realized who she’d run into. “Hey, Lil.”