A/N This is non-canon to my other Vampire Diaries fanfictions.
Basically, it just follows the series with Tyler's little sister, Cynthia Lockwood. Even though she won't learn of the supernatural world for a while, I'll try to keep it interesting.
For readers of my other fanfictions, I promise I'll still update The Vampire Diaries Season Five and The Vampire Diaries Next Generation (for that, I might not update for a while. Writer's block is a killer!). I just had to write this one down. I blame my muses, you can blame me.
Please review and tell me what you think! Reviews are always important!
Cynthia Lockwood was buried under a pile of blankets, pillows and stuffed animals. Suddenly the alarm she'd set on her phone was blaring. She groaned and her hand came out from underneath everything to grab it from the other side of her queen sized bed. She loved having a queen sized bed. It wasn't like there was ever a boy on that side, so she had her laptop, phone and a pile of her favorite books there. She slapped at her phone and finally found the button to shut off the alarm. Then she sat up, shoving everything off her. Her bedroom door opened and her mom poked her head inside the room.
"You can't be late for school." She reminded Cynthia. Cynthia nodded and rolled herself out of bed. Her mom shut the door again.
"Yeah, nice talking to you too, mom." Cynthia said sarcastically. She crossed the room to get to her closet. Once she was dressed in a pair of denim shorts, a yellow and grey striped t-shirt and black sandals, she went over to her desk and flipped open her diary. She'd taken to keeping a diary over the summer. There was no particular reason why. She just figured that keeping a diary was the sort of thing teenage girls did.
Dear diary,
Today is going to be a good day. School has started again. I never thought I'd be glad about that. But with my dysfunctional family, school is a welcome distraction. Plus: Jeremy will be there. I won't bring up anything about either one of our families. He's still upset about his parents' death. Who can blame him, though? However, I will try to be his friend again. We were friends when we were kids. But then Vicki Donovan came in and ruined everything. Now, Tyler and Jeremy are sworn enemies like this is some stupid movie and Jeremy doesn't talk to me because I'm Tyler's sister and apparently that makes me the enemy too. Sucks to be me, huh?
"Writing about me?" She jumped up from her chair and whirled around. Her older brother, Tyler, smirked at her from where he'd snuck in and sat down on her bed. He was the only one that she allowed in her room. Despite the two year age difference and the fact that they had extremely few things in common, they were close as far as siblings went.
"Tyler! Get out, now!" She ordered, pointing towards the door. Tyler put his hands up, as if surrendering to the fifteen year old girl.
"Okay, okay, I'm going. Don't hurt me!" He pleaded, pretending to be scared. That made her laugh and she smacked him on the arm.
"Come on. We've got to get breakfast before we go." He added on a more serious note, nodding towards the door as he got up. She nodded and then went to give him a shove out of the room.
"I'll be down in a minute!" She shut the door behind him and then went over to her dresser. She slipped on a chain necklace, combed out her light brown hair and grabbed her book bag. Then she went downstairs, shutting her bedroom door tightly behind her. She went down to the kitchen.
"Coffee." Tyler said, passing her a mug filled with steaming coffee. She took it gratefully, settling down at the breakfast bar with it.
"I've got work to do. Make sure you get to school on time." Mrs. Lockwood told them before hurrying off. Cynthia got up and went to the fridge. She grabbed a can of Reddi-Wip and squirted some in her mouth. Tyler shot her a look.
"What mom doesn't know can't get us in trouble." She told him. He grabbed the can from her and squirted some in his own mouth.
"Agreed." They passed the can around for a couple minutes before Tyler put it back in the fridge.
"We need to go." Cynthia grabbed her bag and then followed him out to his 1971 Buick GS. She climbed into the passenger seat. He drove towards the school.
"Now, remember, if anyone gives you trouble-." Tyler started, keeping his eyes on the road.
"They will have to deal with a hundred and ten pounds of crazy in a five foot two package." She told him.
"Come to me." He corrected. She rolled her big brown eyes and braced her feet on the dashboard.
"I am perfectly capable of handling myself." She told him. He pulled up in the school parking lot and turned off the car.
"Yeah, no, you aren't." He told her. They climbed out of the car. Cynthia shouldered her bag and smiled. Tyler and Cynthia headed off in their separate ways. Cynthia walked over to Jeremy.
"Hey." She greeted, going over to him as he leaned against a tree, hands in the pocket of his hoodie.
"Lockwood." He greeted her solely by her last name, which meant that he was mad at her.
"Jeremy-." She started. Before she could get anything else out, Vick skipped over. Jeremy handed her a bottle of pills.
"Don't take more than two in a six hour window." He warned her, ignoring Cynthia. She took the pills. Just then, Tyler came up and slung an arm around Vicki's shoulders.
"Hey, Vicki. I knew I'd find you here with the crack heads." Tyler shot Jeremy a look.
"Hey." Vicki greeted him, snuggling up to his side.
"Hey, Pete Wentz called. He wants his nail polish back." Tyler added to Jeremy.
"Tyler, be nice!" Cynthia snapped at him.
"Pete Wentz, huh? How old school T.R.L of you. Carson Daly fan?" Jeremy and Tyler kept going like she hadn't spoken.
"Oh, Ty, be nice. That's Elena's little brother." Vicki said.
"I know who he is. I'll still kick his-."
"Tyler!" Cynthia warned. Tyler rolled his eyes and kissed Vicki. They walked away. Cynthia turned back to Jeremy.
"Are you high?" She asked him. He rolled his eyes.
"Leave me alone, Lockwood." He walked off. Cynthia sighed and went into the school. She bumped into someone as she walked in.
"Oh, sorry!" She gasped, looking up.
"Oh, it's okay." She stared at the brown haired boy she had never seen at school before.
"I'm Cynthia Lockwood."
"Stefan Salvatore."
"You're new, right?"
"Yeah… Actually, could you show me to the office?" He asked. She nodded quickly.
"Yeah, sure." She agreed. She led him over to the office.
"Thanks." He told her. She nodded.
"Sure. See you around." She waved and left him at the office.
Later, she was at her locker when another boy came up to her.
"Hey, Little Lockwood!" He greeted her, checking her out.
"Hey…" She said slowly. The bell rang and she headed off to class. Tyler caught the boy's arm.
"Stay away from my sister." He warned. The boy scoffed and walked off. Tyler shot him a death look and followed Cynthia to class.
"Cynthia!" Tyler poked his head into her bedroom. She had her music on loud enough that she didn't hear him. She was on her window seat, writing in her diary.
Dear Diary,
Today was…interesting. Tyler and Jeremy: fighting. Elena: still upset. Who can blame her either, though? Oh! There's a new kid in town! Stefan Salvatore.
"Cynthia!" Tyler said again, turning off her music. She jumped and looked over at him, closing her diary.
"What?" She asked.
"You want to do to that party?"
"That party by the falls? The thing you told me you would never allow me to go to?" She asked, shooting him a look.
"When I said that, you were thirteen and not in high school. Now you're fifteen. You are allowed to go. You coming or not?" He asked.
"Yeah, just let me change." He walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. She changed into a pair of new jeans, a blue and pink floral top with silver flats and a pink sweatshirt. Once she was dressed, she went to join Tyler in his car.
When they got to the party, Tyler caught her by the hood of her sweatshirt as she tried to walk away.
"Hey, don't go too far. Just stay with everyone else." He told her. She rolled her eyes.
"What did I say earlier? I'm perfectly capable of handling myself!"
"What did I say earlier? No, you aren't." She sighed and then yanked her hood out of his hand.
"I'm just going to talk to Jeremy? Is that acceptable, oh mighty one?" She scoffed and walked over to Jeremy.
"Hey, Jeremy!" She greeted him. He wasn't listening to her, though. He was watching Tyler and Vicki.
"Hmm… Yeah, hey. Gotta go." He walked off. She stared after her, feeling a bit unwanted. Someone placed a hand on her shoulder and she whirled around.
"Hey." Stefan greeted her. She smiled halfway at him.
"Hey, Stefan. I see you made it to the party." She returned, nodding to him.
"I did. Is your brother Tyler Lockwood?"
"Yeah. Has he already been a jerk to you?"
"No, no… Just heard about him."
"Yeah. People talk. He's not that bad. Well, not to me anyway." She explained to him.
"Hmm… Well, it was good to see you. Have a good night." He told her. She nodded and smiled at him.
"Thanks. You too." He walked away to go to Elena just as Jeremy came back up to Cynthia.
"Your brother-."
"My brother is a jerk. I know. Title of my autobiography." She interrupted him.
"He was trying to force himself onto Vicki." She tried to keep the surprise off her face. That was a jerk-move, even for Tyler.
"I'll handle him." She started to walk off, but he caught her by the sleeve of her hoodie. She turned to him with a frown; she was getting real tired of people saying she couldn't handle herself.
"Give him heck for me." She couldn't help but grin at him. He let go off her arm. With a renewed sense of strength, she headed over to Tyler. She grabbed him by the hood of his sweatshirt like he'd done to her and used it as a leash to haul him off into the trees. She gave him a smack on the shoulder for good measure.
"What were you thinking?! No way you're that drunk already, so don't you even think about giving me excuses, Tyler Lockwood!" She told him.
"One: ow!" He held his arm painfully. She smirked. It had hurt; good.
"Two: what are you talking about, little sis?" He asked her, forgetting about his arm.
"Do not 'little sis' me!" She smacked him again, so hard that it hurt her hand. She ignored the pain.
"Why do you have to be a jerk all the time?!" She cried.
"How do you even-… Jeremy. That little punk sent you to handle what he doesn't have the guts to?" Tyler scoffed and shook his head.
"Jeremy told me. He didn't send me to 'handle' anything! But if he did, we both know it would work. Because I am the one person you're afraid of." She growled. She was a good foot shorter than him and in no way muscular, but everyone knew that she could handle him. He wouldn't dare hurt her and he wasn't willing to have her pissed at him for too long. Before either one of them could say anything else, they heard Jeremy shout something. Before Tyler could grab her, Cynthia sprinted towards the sound of his voice. Tyler raced after her. Cynthia got to Jeremy and Elena as they leaned over an unconscious Vicki.
"What happened?" Cynthia asked, kneeling down next to Vicki too.
"She was attacked by something. She's bleeding." Elena replied in a shaky voice. Cynthia pulled off her hoodie.
"Here, use this." Elena took it and placed it against Vicki's neck.
"You just left her in the woods?!" Jeremy demanded of Tyler.
"I left her with you, you little punk. Remember, right before you ran to my little sister for help handling me?" Tyler told him.
"Both of you shut up! This isn't helping anything!" Cynthia shouted. Jeremy picked up Vicki and headed back towards the party. Elena walked with him, holding Cynthia's sweatshirt to Vicki's neck wound. Tyler and Cynthia hurried to follow them.
"Somebody help!" Elena yelled as they put Vicki on a picnic table.
"Vicki?! What happened?!" Matt demanded.
"Somebody call an ambulance!" Cynthia said.
"Everybody back up, give her some space!" Tyler ordered.
"It's her neck; something bit her. She's losing a lot of blood!"
After Matt left in the ambulance with Vicki, Cynthia walked over to Jeremy, who was drinking a beer.
"Those guys in uniforms are police, moron." She grabbed the beer bottle from him and threw it away. He shot her a look but said nothing.
"I didn't mean you had to handle Tyler earlier."
"I know you didn't. But it's kind of my job. I'll see you later." She told him. He nodded once. She hurried to go climb in the passenger seat of Tyler's car. He drove towards their house. At a stop sign, he reached back to grab his leather jacket from the backseat. He draped it over Cynthia's shoulders. She mumbled a 'thank you' under her breath but wouldn't look at him as he kept driving.
"Still pissed at me?"
"Nah, I'm totally over it." Sarcasm was always one of Cynthia's strong suits.
"I'm sorry."
"How about apologizing to Vicki? Or Jeremy? Or even Matt since that was his sister." She suggested through her teeth.
"I know I can be a jerk-." He started. She turned on him, jumping at the chance he'd given her.
"All the time." She interrupted. They had pulled up at their house. He turned off the car and then looked at her.
"But we both know the Lockwood Curse. Anger management problems." He reminded her.
"Then mange it. I do." She threw his jacket at him and got out of the car. She hurried into the house.
"Hey, honey. How was the party?" Her mom asked, not looking up from her paperwork. Cynthia didn't break brace as she ran for her bedroom.
"It sucked." She got to her bedroom and slammed the door shut. She stripped off her clothes, got into her nightgown and then crawled into bed.
A/N Hope you guys liked the first episode/chapter.
Throughout this fanfiction series, Cynthia and Tyler's relationship is a big thing. They'll be mad at each other and then they'll make up and then another fight. Normal sibling relationship in an abnormal town.
Anyway, as said above, reviews are always appreciated!