Fic: Ghost of the Past, by Novellect, Chapter 1 [Rating: R]
It was the same dream.
Every night, for as long as Daenerys could remember, she had been plagued by strangely vivid dreams. Things she couldn’t explain, things she didn’t understand. On the one hand, they were simply dreams, something usually easy to put to rest in the back of her mind until such times that she would have to face them once again, but on the other hand they felt so… real.
Last night’s dream had been no different. Sometimes the scenes she witnessed would be different, but the vividly real sensation was always the same. She could never make sense of why she had the dreams she did. They didn’t seem like normal dreams. From what Daenerys could gather, through harmless inquiries of random people she has befriended throughout the years, she realized her dreams should not carry so much weight upon her every waking thought. She would spend the entirety of her slumber within distant, magical lands with her three dragons always by her side, kingdoms and iron thrones, her smiling, companion who was always looking upon her with deep, blue-grey eyes that ignited her soul, and then she would wake up feeling utterly bereft and lonely.
Now, with the dawning sun shining through the blinds of her bedroom window, casting rays of light upon her face, Dany blinked away the lingering images of her subconscious and stared up at the ceiling. At first, as her eyes lazily drifted around the room, Dany didn’t remember where she was. The room she was in was bare apart from the boxes towards the corner and the essentials she felt necessary to pull out for her sleeping and waking up process. That didn’t include the bed, nightstand, and lounge chair that was provided along with the house. Since they hadn’t gotten settled until it was really late Daenerys had decided to simply go to bed and worry about setting everything up the next day. After she had stretched out her sleep-ridden body, her eyes landed once more upon the boxes, and she quickly came to the conclusion that she didn’t want to deal with unpacking today either; even if there was only two boxes. Instead she got up, grabbed a towel, quietly padded into the bathroom across from her room, and locked the door behind her. She hoped that she’d have enough time to quickly wash and shave before Viserys woke up.
Once inside, Daenerys took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Unlike some girls, Dany wasn’t the vain type. If asked what she thought of her appearance she would reply in a cool disinterested manner and claim that she had no opinion of the matter. Viserys told her she was beautiful all the time, with her family’s signature silver-gold hair and purple eyes, but she learned long ago not to listen to every word her brother may say.
Shaking her head, and banishing her current thought process, she wasted no more time, undressed and then got into the steaming water. It took her a bit longer than she had hoped to get out due to her mind once again getting lost within the previous night’s dreams. Once she was done Dany wrapped a towel around herself and just as she went to unlock the door loud knocking pounded through the wood. Without any delay she whipped open the door to the glowering face of her elder brother. His purple eyes glaring daggers into her.
Viserys looked much like his sister. Purple eyes, silver hair, though his was more white where Dany’s was more blonde, his body was tall and lean with muscle, and she was short and slender. For all their similarities there were just as many, if not more, startling differences between the two and the bond between them wasn’t a strong one. Viserys’ eyes leered all over Daenerys’ towel clad form. She didn’t return his gaze, alternatively she chose to stare at the door to her bedroom which was effectively being blocked at the moment, and her fingers gripped tighter onto her towel.
“What have I told you about taking so long in the bathroom?” He stepped closer to his sister and in return she braced, “It’s rude of you to monopolize things I so graciously provide for the both of us.”
She kept silent.
Long fingers wrapped tightly around her neck and shoved her roughly back against the wall right next to the bathroom door causing Dany to gasp. Her hand reached up and grabbed onto his wrist but she knew struggling against him when he was this angry was only going to make things worse. In answer to her touch, his grip tightened around her neck and effectively closed her windpipe. Viserys got close, bringing his face towards her own, and ghosted his lips across her cheek and brought them to her ear.
“What have I told you about waking the dragon?” he asked lowly, menacingly.
Dany opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was some kind of garbled noise and then he relaxed his hold on her marginally. Viserys gradually pulled his face away from her ear, looking down into his sister’s eyes with rancor, and after she managed to apologize he brought his face down and brushed his lips against hers. Dany kept completely still. Never daring to recoil like her body so desperately felt the urge to do. And when his tongue invaded her mouth, she did nothing still, though a cold dread started pooling within her gut.
After minutes of getting no response from her, Viserys pulled away, panting slightly, and released her throat to cup her chin a force her to look up at him. A smug smirk on his face as he looked into her expressionless face and leered at her half-naked form once more. Dany’s sense of dread never leaving her for a moment as his hands freely roamed along her skin as if she belonged to him.
Keeping her body tense she prayed he would go into the bathroom soon. Please, she begged. Please make him go away. Her mind’s eye drifted to happy blue-grey eyes and the comfort of protective arms surrounding her. Clinging onto the blissful happiness she feels while in those moments.
A few more minutes passed and Viserys chuckled. “Go get ready. You have school,” and with that he finally released her and walked into the bathroom as if he did not just violate his own flesh and blood.
Wasting no time on hesitation Daenerys hurriedly slipped into her bedroom, whipping at her lips incessantly to get the disturbing feeling off them, and changed into a pair of skinny jeans with a loose fitting t-shirt. Afterwards she threw on a pair of ankle boots and a trench coat; grabbed her phone, iPod, and wallet, stuffing them into her satchel, and then she swiped up her keys, making a mad dash out of the house before her brother finished in the shower.
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This being the first time she was able to get out from the house on her own, and since she had only been in Mystic Falls for a grand total of 48 hours, Dany was at a loss for where to go. There was still time before school would start, if she ended up going at all, she intended on dwindling her time away until then, maybe eat something if she could. Then a little while later she came across the perfect spot. Mystic Grill. A quaint restaurant, quiet for the most part due to the early hour, only a few separate parties coming to grab a quick bite before they needed to get on with their day. When Dany went inside the dimly lit café her eyes scanned around the room and took note of the people tucking in for their morning breakfast. She took a seat in a nearby booth and pulled out one of the text books that were residing in her bag.
As she read, gathering some information on what she figured her teacher’s would be going over in school, someone had come and gone twice, once to take her order, the second to bring her ordered orange juice and to inform her when her food would be served. It didn’t take long for Dany to lose herself in the words again as she slowly sipped on her drink.
“My, my… You must truly be dedicated to work on such complex topics this early in the morning,” came a sweet, accented voice from Dany’s left.
The silver-haired female looked up from her Chemistry textbook and into the blue eyes of a beautiful golden-haired angel. Daenerys noticed the slight change in the stranger’s expression, which was quickly and aptly concealed before she could decipher what it could’ve meant, when their eyes locked onto one another. A distant nagging was tugging on the back of Dany’s mind but she couldn’t understand what it meant. It took a second longer for her to focus back onto what was actually spoken aloud.
She blinked, looked down at her textbook and then focused back onto the woman. “Dedication implies devotion. I think I’m more… determined.”
“Determined for what?”
Dany smiled. “To get an A, of course.”
Her retort earned a chuckle from the beautiful blonde. Then the woman shook her head and then held out her hand.
“Fair point, well made,” the woman said as Dany took her offered hand. “I’m Rebekah Mikaelson. It’s a pleasure. And you are?”
“Daenerys Targaryen, but you can call me Dany.”
“That’s an interesting name. I’ve never heard anything like it before,” Rebekah motioned towards the opposite seat in Dany’s booth.
“Do you mind?”
“Uhm. No, that’s fine. Please,” she closed her textbook and motioned for Rebekah to help herself.
The blonde angel smiled at Dany, who returned the motion back to her. “So Dany,” she started. “Obviously you’re new here.” At Dany’s questioning expression Rebekah continued, “Small town. My brothers and I were the last who moved here. So your sudden appearance should take some of the limelight off us now.”
Dany chuckled softly then spoke in a tone dripping with sarcasm, “Wonderful. I do so love having unwanted attention.”
Rebekah chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
At this point the waiter came back with Dany’s bacon and omelet, setting the steaming dish in front of her, and then the young man turned his attention to the blonde angel asking if there was anything he could get for her. Focusing on her little world for a moment, Dany pulled her plate closer to herself and grabbed her utensils. A sudden exclamation caused the silver-haired female to jump and drop the silverware and her wide, purple eyes looked up at the waiter’s shocked expression, “That plate is extremely hot! Can’t you feel it? Be careful.”
Daenerys hands dropped straight down to her lap in an instant. Her eyes were focused on the plate and then at her uninjured hand just before she tucked them between her legs. Her mind calculating quickly, she looked up at the shocked man and smiled warmly at him, “I’m alright. I don’t have much feeling in that hand, but don’t worry. I’m fine.” It was a small lie, but overall much easier to explain than the truth, and Dany could only hope he wouldn’t ask too much about it.
The waiter checked another three times if she was sure she was alright before finally bringing an extra set of silverware to the table and then leaving them in peace. It took a couple of moments but eventually Dany lifted her hand to gather her fork, but was stopped when a strong grip wrapped around her wrist. The speed of the movement made Daenerys jump and her eyes moved back to see Rebekah staring at her should-be-burnt fingers. She tried pulling her hand back away but quickly realized the attempt was futile, the fingers wrapped around her wrist were keeping a firm hold. Minutes felt like they were ticking by and neither of them said a thing. Eventually Rebekah blinked, seemingly coming back to herself, and then locked her blue eyes onto purple ones.
“You would still have a burn, discoloration at least, if what you said to him was actually true.”
It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room and a bucket of ice water had been dumped down her back. Dany said nothing. Unsure of what the best course of action would be. She didn’t know what to say. She had only met Rebekah twenty minutes earlier and already the silver-haired female was faced with revealing one of her more unusual secrets. Daenerys felt herself swallow once, twice, and a third time before she even attempted to open her lips. But before she could speak the blonde female leaned closer so she could speak quietly, “Don’t you dare lie to me.”
That made Dany’s mouth audibly shut close and remain in a contemplative silence. Some more time passed and she could tell the blonde was getting more irritated by the second. There wasn’t going to be much longer to consider what to do. With that in mind, Dany took a breath and told the truth.
“I can’t get burned.”
“I beg your pardon?” Rebekah said. It was obvious she had heard the words however, she simply wished for a clarification.
“Heat doesn’t hurt me. I can’t get burned. I never have.”
With her declaration, Dany grabbed onto her utensils and started into her food, clearly not intending to divulge any more on her revelation. Rebekah said nothing. Instead choosing to drop the subject for the time being. Simply watching as the silver-headed female ate her food with all the grace and poise one would expect from a queen.
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The two women had said their goodbyes after Dany had finished eating breakfast. Rebekah assuring the younger female that they would be seeing each other later in school. Smiling as she walked through the crowded hallways, Dany was starting to feel like maybe this move wouldn’t be so bad; at least this time she seemed to have made a friend. And it wouldn’t be the only one she made in this town.
As the day progressed Daenerys had become aquatinted with quite a few people. One of which, who went by the name of Caroline, reminded her strangely as a more Americanized Rebekah. She was even blonde with blue eyes, easy to mistake as a relative of the British counterpart. By the lunch hour Dany found herself with a rather impressive group of people, all of which were extremely kind, and managed to bring a smile to the silver-haired female’s face. She had found herself sitting between Caroline and Bonnie, a dark-skinned girl with long brown hair and big brown eyes, while Elena and Matt, a girl with brown eyes, hair, and olive skin and a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes, where sitting on the opposite side of the table. The five of them had joked around and talked to each other about random things: things that happened in an earlier class, how Daenerys was adjusting to her recent move, whether or not she was enjoying Mystic Falls, and overall just generally becoming more acquitted with one another. Throughout the day Dany would find herself looking around for Rebekah. She hadn’t seen her like the blonde said she would and Daenerys had been looking forward to seeing a familiar face among the halls.
The last class of the day was history and Daenerys was in the process of pulling out her notebooks when she heard nails tapping on her desk. Purple eyes looked over curiously to see a smiling Rebekah settling into the seat beside her own. In return, Dany smiled as well. “I had started to think I wasn’t going to see you.”
“I wasn’t here for part of the day. I had some things to take care of so I didn’t get in until after lunch.”
“Oh. Well I hope you settled everything you needed to.”
“I did, thank you.” Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie all walked into the room and took their seats a couple rows behind from where Dany was sitting. She couldn’t help but notice the looks the three of them shot towards Rebekah and then back to herself. There was confusion, suspicion, worry, and unease and it made Dany feel a shiver of discontentment roll down her spine. At this point the teacher walked into the room and all the students turned forward to pay attention to the lesson. Once the bell rang Dany and Rebekah packed up their stuff and walked out of the classroom while catching up with one another along the way. Caroline pulled Dany to the side for a moment so they could exchange phone numbers and stay in touch outside of school as well. And then, with a strange warning telling Dany to be careful, Caroline said goodbye and went off to walk out with Elena and Bonnie who also waved goodbye. When they exited the school’s front doors Rebekah turned to Dany. “We should hang out after school sometime. Maybe you could come to my place and you can let me get my hands on this beautiful hair of yours.”
Daenerys giggled, hesitating on her answer for a moment; she didn’t want to anger Viserys but she also didn’t want to risk the chance of him telling her no. “Sure,” she said with more confidence than she felt. “Sounds like fun as long as I get to keep my hair in the end.”
Rebekah laughed while nodding her head. “You’ve got a deal. So, I’ll call you then, and we can set something up?”
“Sure,” Dany nodded and then pulled out her cell phone once again so that they could exchange numbers. After this they said their goodbyes, having to separate once more since their cars were parked in opposite directions, and went on their way.
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It was late when Daenerys finally eased her way into the house. She had learned early on, that it was always best to keep her presence in the house as least known as possible; if she could get into her room before he noticed then she would be left in peace for the rest of the night.
Making it into her room with no complications allowed a release of some of her tension and she felt herself lean back against the door as she exhaled her breath. Quickly, she got herself ready for bed, having already eaten dinner while she was out, and then crawled in between the sheets as she laid her head upon the pillow.
The rest of the week went much the same way. The dreams of dragons and blue-eyed lovers constantly haunted her every conscious and unconscious moment. Dany got up earlier than she would have to so she wouldn’t be in Viserys’ way when he wanted to get ready, spending time eating breakfast at The Grill before school started and some days Rebekah or Bonnie and Caroline would join her, but when she was alone she would use the blessed silence to review her textbooks when she wasn’t getting lost in her dream world. On Saturday, Rebekah called and asked Dany if she would like to spend the day with her, and the younger female agreed happily. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Daenerys was relieved that she wouldn’t have to spend the day locked within her bedroom, especially since she would eventually have no choice but to venture out in search of food or to use the bathroom.
Daenerys wasn’t, however, expecting to drive up upon a mansion three times the size of any house Viserys or herself have been in. To say the least, the sight was particularly unsettling, but Dany mascaraed any discomfort from her expression completely as she walked up the main steps. Rebekah was the one who opened the door and Dany was relieved, not sure what she would have done if one of the blonde’s brothers had answered instead since she had never met any of them before, and she was swiftly invited inside.
“I’m really glad you could come. I need your help to plan for a date tomorrow.”
“Oh really,” Dany smiled. “A date with whom, exactly?”
“Matt Donovan.”
“He’s cute.”
“I know!” Rebekah exclaimed, exasperated. “And he’s making my job extremely difficult, which is why I need your help. I want to look hot, but I can’t look like I’m trying too hard, it has to seem… natural. Do you understand?”
Daenerys nodded and smiled once again as they made their way up the ornately designed, grand staircase, her purple eyes taking in every exquisite detail of the lavish room, and towards a room that could only be Rebekah’s. “Yeah, I understand. I’ll do what I can but I’m no expert.”
“Oh that’s fine. I just need your honest opinion, really.”
“That I can give you.”
Every night, for as long as Daenerys could remember, she had been plagued by strangely vivid dreams. Things she couldn’t explain, things she didn’t understand. On the one hand, they were simply dreams, something usually easy to put to rest in the back of her mind until such times that she would have to face them once again, but on the other hand they felt so… real.
Last night’s dream had been no different. Sometimes the scenes she witnessed would be different, but the vividly real sensation was always the same. She could never make sense of why she had the dreams she did. They didn’t seem like normal dreams. From what Daenerys could gather, through harmless inquiries of random people she has befriended throughout the years, she realized her dreams should not carry so much weight upon her every waking thought. She would spend the entirety of her slumber within distant, magical lands with her three dragons always by her side, kingdoms and iron thrones, her smiling, companion who was always looking upon her with deep, blue-grey eyes that ignited her soul, and then she would wake up feeling utterly bereft and lonely.
Now, with the dawning sun shining through the blinds of her bedroom window, casting rays of light upon her face, Dany blinked away the lingering images of her subconscious and stared up at the ceiling. At first, as her eyes lazily drifted around the room, Dany didn’t remember where she was. The room she was in was bare apart from the boxes towards the corner and the essentials she felt necessary to pull out for her sleeping and waking up process. That didn’t include the bed, nightstand, and lounge chair that was provided along with the house. Since they hadn’t gotten settled until it was really late Daenerys had decided to simply go to bed and worry about setting everything up the next day. After she had stretched out her sleep-ridden body, her eyes landed once more upon the boxes, and she quickly came to the conclusion that she didn’t want to deal with unpacking today either; even if there was only two boxes. Instead she got up, grabbed a towel, quietly padded into the bathroom across from her room, and locked the door behind her. She hoped that she’d have enough time to quickly wash and shave before Viserys woke up.
Once inside, Daenerys took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Unlike some girls, Dany wasn’t the vain type. If asked what she thought of her appearance she would reply in a cool disinterested manner and claim that she had no opinion of the matter. Viserys told her she was beautiful all the time, with her family’s signature silver-gold hair and purple eyes, but she learned long ago not to listen to every word her brother may say.
Shaking her head, and banishing her current thought process, she wasted no more time, undressed and then got into the steaming water. It took her a bit longer than she had hoped to get out due to her mind once again getting lost within the previous night’s dreams. Once she was done Dany wrapped a towel around herself and just as she went to unlock the door loud knocking pounded through the wood. Without any delay she whipped open the door to the glowering face of her elder brother. His purple eyes glaring daggers into her.
Viserys looked much like his sister. Purple eyes, silver hair, though his was more white where Dany’s was more blonde, his body was tall and lean with muscle, and she was short and slender. For all their similarities there were just as many, if not more, startling differences between the two and the bond between them wasn’t a strong one. Viserys’ eyes leered all over Daenerys’ towel clad form. She didn’t return his gaze, alternatively she chose to stare at the door to her bedroom which was effectively being blocked at the moment, and her fingers gripped tighter onto her towel.
“What have I told you about taking so long in the bathroom?” He stepped closer to his sister and in return she braced, “It’s rude of you to monopolize things I so graciously provide for the both of us.”
She kept silent.
Long fingers wrapped tightly around her neck and shoved her roughly back against the wall right next to the bathroom door causing Dany to gasp. Her hand reached up and grabbed onto his wrist but she knew struggling against him when he was this angry was only going to make things worse. In answer to her touch, his grip tightened around her neck and effectively closed her windpipe. Viserys got close, bringing his face towards her own, and ghosted his lips across her cheek and brought them to her ear.
“What have I told you about waking the dragon?” he asked lowly, menacingly.
Dany opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was some kind of garbled noise and then he relaxed his hold on her marginally. Viserys gradually pulled his face away from her ear, looking down into his sister’s eyes with rancor, and after she managed to apologize he brought his face down and brushed his lips against hers. Dany kept completely still. Never daring to recoil like her body so desperately felt the urge to do. And when his tongue invaded her mouth, she did nothing still, though a cold dread started pooling within her gut.
After minutes of getting no response from her, Viserys pulled away, panting slightly, and released her throat to cup her chin a force her to look up at him. A smug smirk on his face as he looked into her expressionless face and leered at her half-naked form once more. Dany’s sense of dread never leaving her for a moment as his hands freely roamed along her skin as if she belonged to him.
Keeping her body tense she prayed he would go into the bathroom soon. Please, she begged. Please make him go away. Her mind’s eye drifted to happy blue-grey eyes and the comfort of protective arms surrounding her. Clinging onto the blissful happiness she feels while in those moments.
A few more minutes passed and Viserys chuckled. “Go get ready. You have school,” and with that he finally released her and walked into the bathroom as if he did not just violate his own flesh and blood.
Wasting no time on hesitation Daenerys hurriedly slipped into her bedroom, whipping at her lips incessantly to get the disturbing feeling off them, and changed into a pair of skinny jeans with a loose fitting t-shirt. Afterwards she threw on a pair of ankle boots and a trench coat; grabbed her phone, iPod, and wallet, stuffing them into her satchel, and then she swiped up her keys, making a mad dash out of the house before her brother finished in the shower.
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This being the first time she was able to get out from the house on her own, and since she had only been in Mystic Falls for a grand total of 48 hours, Dany was at a loss for where to go. There was still time before school would start, if she ended up going at all, she intended on dwindling her time away until then, maybe eat something if she could. Then a little while later she came across the perfect spot. Mystic Grill. A quaint restaurant, quiet for the most part due to the early hour, only a few separate parties coming to grab a quick bite before they needed to get on with their day. When Dany went inside the dimly lit café her eyes scanned around the room and took note of the people tucking in for their morning breakfast. She took a seat in a nearby booth and pulled out one of the text books that were residing in her bag.
As she read, gathering some information on what she figured her teacher’s would be going over in school, someone had come and gone twice, once to take her order, the second to bring her ordered orange juice and to inform her when her food would be served. It didn’t take long for Dany to lose herself in the words again as she slowly sipped on her drink.
“My, my… You must truly be dedicated to work on such complex topics this early in the morning,” came a sweet, accented voice from Dany’s left.
The silver-haired female looked up from her Chemistry textbook and into the blue eyes of a beautiful golden-haired angel. Daenerys noticed the slight change in the stranger’s expression, which was quickly and aptly concealed before she could decipher what it could’ve meant, when their eyes locked onto one another. A distant nagging was tugging on the back of Dany’s mind but she couldn’t understand what it meant. It took a second longer for her to focus back onto what was actually spoken aloud.
She blinked, looked down at her textbook and then focused back onto the woman. “Dedication implies devotion. I think I’m more… determined.”
“Determined for what?”
Dany smiled. “To get an A, of course.”
Her retort earned a chuckle from the beautiful blonde. Then the woman shook her head and then held out her hand.
“Fair point, well made,” the woman said as Dany took her offered hand. “I’m Rebekah Mikaelson. It’s a pleasure. And you are?”
“Daenerys Targaryen, but you can call me Dany.”
“That’s an interesting name. I’ve never heard anything like it before,” Rebekah motioned towards the opposite seat in Dany’s booth.
“Do you mind?”
“Uhm. No, that’s fine. Please,” she closed her textbook and motioned for Rebekah to help herself.
The blonde angel smiled at Dany, who returned the motion back to her. “So Dany,” she started. “Obviously you’re new here.” At Dany’s questioning expression Rebekah continued, “Small town. My brothers and I were the last who moved here. So your sudden appearance should take some of the limelight off us now.”
Dany chuckled softly then spoke in a tone dripping with sarcasm, “Wonderful. I do so love having unwanted attention.”
Rebekah chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
At this point the waiter came back with Dany’s bacon and omelet, setting the steaming dish in front of her, and then the young man turned his attention to the blonde angel asking if there was anything he could get for her. Focusing on her little world for a moment, Dany pulled her plate closer to herself and grabbed her utensils. A sudden exclamation caused the silver-haired female to jump and drop the silverware and her wide, purple eyes looked up at the waiter’s shocked expression, “That plate is extremely hot! Can’t you feel it? Be careful.”
Daenerys hands dropped straight down to her lap in an instant. Her eyes were focused on the plate and then at her uninjured hand just before she tucked them between her legs. Her mind calculating quickly, she looked up at the shocked man and smiled warmly at him, “I’m alright. I don’t have much feeling in that hand, but don’t worry. I’m fine.” It was a small lie, but overall much easier to explain than the truth, and Dany could only hope he wouldn’t ask too much about it.
The waiter checked another three times if she was sure she was alright before finally bringing an extra set of silverware to the table and then leaving them in peace. It took a couple of moments but eventually Dany lifted her hand to gather her fork, but was stopped when a strong grip wrapped around her wrist. The speed of the movement made Daenerys jump and her eyes moved back to see Rebekah staring at her should-be-burnt fingers. She tried pulling her hand back away but quickly realized the attempt was futile, the fingers wrapped around her wrist were keeping a firm hold. Minutes felt like they were ticking by and neither of them said a thing. Eventually Rebekah blinked, seemingly coming back to herself, and then locked her blue eyes onto purple ones.
“You would still have a burn, discoloration at least, if what you said to him was actually true.”
It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room and a bucket of ice water had been dumped down her back. Dany said nothing. Unsure of what the best course of action would be. She didn’t know what to say. She had only met Rebekah twenty minutes earlier and already the silver-haired female was faced with revealing one of her more unusual secrets. Daenerys felt herself swallow once, twice, and a third time before she even attempted to open her lips. But before she could speak the blonde female leaned closer so she could speak quietly, “Don’t you dare lie to me.”
That made Dany’s mouth audibly shut close and remain in a contemplative silence. Some more time passed and she could tell the blonde was getting more irritated by the second. There wasn’t going to be much longer to consider what to do. With that in mind, Dany took a breath and told the truth.
“I can’t get burned.”
“I beg your pardon?” Rebekah said. It was obvious she had heard the words however, she simply wished for a clarification.
“Heat doesn’t hurt me. I can’t get burned. I never have.”
With her declaration, Dany grabbed onto her utensils and started into her food, clearly not intending to divulge any more on her revelation. Rebekah said nothing. Instead choosing to drop the subject for the time being. Simply watching as the silver-headed female ate her food with all the grace and poise one would expect from a queen.
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The two women had said their goodbyes after Dany had finished eating breakfast. Rebekah assuring the younger female that they would be seeing each other later in school. Smiling as she walked through the crowded hallways, Dany was starting to feel like maybe this move wouldn’t be so bad; at least this time she seemed to have made a friend. And it wouldn’t be the only one she made in this town.
As the day progressed Daenerys had become aquatinted with quite a few people. One of which, who went by the name of Caroline, reminded her strangely as a more Americanized Rebekah. She was even blonde with blue eyes, easy to mistake as a relative of the British counterpart. By the lunch hour Dany found herself with a rather impressive group of people, all of which were extremely kind, and managed to bring a smile to the silver-haired female’s face. She had found herself sitting between Caroline and Bonnie, a dark-skinned girl with long brown hair and big brown eyes, while Elena and Matt, a girl with brown eyes, hair, and olive skin and a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes, where sitting on the opposite side of the table. The five of them had joked around and talked to each other about random things: things that happened in an earlier class, how Daenerys was adjusting to her recent move, whether or not she was enjoying Mystic Falls, and overall just generally becoming more acquitted with one another. Throughout the day Dany would find herself looking around for Rebekah. She hadn’t seen her like the blonde said she would and Daenerys had been looking forward to seeing a familiar face among the halls.
The last class of the day was history and Daenerys was in the process of pulling out her notebooks when she heard nails tapping on her desk. Purple eyes looked over curiously to see a smiling Rebekah settling into the seat beside her own. In return, Dany smiled as well. “I had started to think I wasn’t going to see you.”
“I wasn’t here for part of the day. I had some things to take care of so I didn’t get in until after lunch.”
“Oh. Well I hope you settled everything you needed to.”
“I did, thank you.” Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie all walked into the room and took their seats a couple rows behind from where Dany was sitting. She couldn’t help but notice the looks the three of them shot towards Rebekah and then back to herself. There was confusion, suspicion, worry, and unease and it made Dany feel a shiver of discontentment roll down her spine. At this point the teacher walked into the room and all the students turned forward to pay attention to the lesson. Once the bell rang Dany and Rebekah packed up their stuff and walked out of the classroom while catching up with one another along the way. Caroline pulled Dany to the side for a moment so they could exchange phone numbers and stay in touch outside of school as well. And then, with a strange warning telling Dany to be careful, Caroline said goodbye and went off to walk out with Elena and Bonnie who also waved goodbye. When they exited the school’s front doors Rebekah turned to Dany. “We should hang out after school sometime. Maybe you could come to my place and you can let me get my hands on this beautiful hair of yours.”
Daenerys giggled, hesitating on her answer for a moment; she didn’t want to anger Viserys but she also didn’t want to risk the chance of him telling her no. “Sure,” she said with more confidence than she felt. “Sounds like fun as long as I get to keep my hair in the end.”
Rebekah laughed while nodding her head. “You’ve got a deal. So, I’ll call you then, and we can set something up?”
“Sure,” Dany nodded and then pulled out her cell phone once again so that they could exchange numbers. After this they said their goodbyes, having to separate once more since their cars were parked in opposite directions, and went on their way.
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It was late when Daenerys finally eased her way into the house. She had learned early on, that it was always best to keep her presence in the house as least known as possible; if she could get into her room before he noticed then she would be left in peace for the rest of the night.
Making it into her room with no complications allowed a release of some of her tension and she felt herself lean back against the door as she exhaled her breath. Quickly, she got herself ready for bed, having already eaten dinner while she was out, and then crawled in between the sheets as she laid her head upon the pillow.
The rest of the week went much the same way. The dreams of dragons and blue-eyed lovers constantly haunted her every conscious and unconscious moment. Dany got up earlier than she would have to so she wouldn’t be in Viserys’ way when he wanted to get ready, spending time eating breakfast at The Grill before school started and some days Rebekah or Bonnie and Caroline would join her, but when she was alone she would use the blessed silence to review her textbooks when she wasn’t getting lost in her dream world. On Saturday, Rebekah called and asked Dany if she would like to spend the day with her, and the younger female agreed happily. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Daenerys was relieved that she wouldn’t have to spend the day locked within her bedroom, especially since she would eventually have no choice but to venture out in search of food or to use the bathroom.
Daenerys wasn’t, however, expecting to drive up upon a mansion three times the size of any house Viserys or herself have been in. To say the least, the sight was particularly unsettling, but Dany mascaraed any discomfort from her expression completely as she walked up the main steps. Rebekah was the one who opened the door and Dany was relieved, not sure what she would have done if one of the blonde’s brothers had answered instead since she had never met any of them before, and she was swiftly invited inside.
“I’m really glad you could come. I need your help to plan for a date tomorrow.”
“Oh really,” Dany smiled. “A date with whom, exactly?”
“Matt Donovan.”
“He’s cute.”
“I know!” Rebekah exclaimed, exasperated. “And he’s making my job extremely difficult, which is why I need your help. I want to look hot, but I can’t look like I’m trying too hard, it has to seem… natural. Do you understand?”
Daenerys nodded and smiled once again as they made their way up the ornately designed, grand staircase, her purple eyes taking in every exquisite detail of the lavish room, and towards a room that could only be Rebekah’s. “Yeah, I understand. I’ll do what I can but I’m no expert.”
“Oh that’s fine. I just need your honest opinion, really.”
“That I can give you.”