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Kayla Gilbert was not a social girl that much was clear! Not only was she the youngest of the 3 Gilbert children she was so much different as her older brother, Jeremy and her sister, Elena. While they were drinking Keg, she was drawing and listening to her music. And her desperate need for alone time got only higher when her parents died. Little did she know that her alone time would end forever soon enough...

Kaia_Nova_Doyle · TV
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Commet evening

~Comets are like cats, they have tails and they do what they want

The cold wind blew differently today, there was magic in the air and a handful of people could sense it. The entire town was getting decorated, with lights and candles. Flyers and stargazers... It was the day everyone in Mystic Falls was waiting for. The night of the comet. Everyone was dressed up. There was a whole day of special events and a whole evening of celebration. Everyone who lived in Mystic Falls was excited... well, almost everyone...

Kayla walks over the town square on her way towards the grill. She texted Stefan, she wanted to talk, she said. He had no idea about what was happening but he agreed to meet her at the grill today. She needed to talk with him about the church. Kayla wanted to hide, she had no desire to talk to Jenna, nor Elena about last night. She texted with Damon still till late in the evening. He said he would come to the grill tonight to claim his rainchecks. Eventually, Kayla agreed. Why she doesn't even know. Normally she never does this kind of things. She doesn't even know the man. Kol was highly irritated by the fact that he would spend another night with the Salvatore.

"Tonight night of the comet" shouts Bonie loudly once again. "Would you like a program" asks Elena over and over again. She unlocks her phone while waiting in front of the grill. Two missed calls. Jenna. Again... She doesn't really know what to say to her. Not after yesterday. She puts her phone back and pulls the hood from the sweater lower over her eyes. Hollywood Whore from Papa Roach rings in her ears. Kol grunts and crosses his arm as they continue their way towards the grill.

"Darling" he warns" but it is too late. Startled, she jumps up when Stefan places his hand on her shoulder. She pulls her earplugs out and puts her hood down. "Goddamn darling, don't jump like that, you are going to give me a heart attack." "I am so so sorry she says. "No I am sorry" Stefan hastily answers and makes sure that she is alright. "You are quite jumpy aren't you" asks Kol amused. Stefan smiles. "You needed to talk with me?" "Yeah" says Kayla and remembers suddenly why he is here. "I need to know about that church you talked about. How did it look?" Stefan looked surprised. "Eh, if you want, we can sit down somewhere and I will tell you all about it. I didn't know you were interested in that story." "Oh no, my teacher wants me to make a drawing about it to work up my grades." Stefan nodded, smiling. "If you want, we could sit down and talk some more. I can tell you about the church." "Yeah sure," she says, and gets up. "Wouldn't surprise me if you set it on fire yourself", Kol scoffs and walks behind them.

The sun was hidden behind the mountains and the sky grew dark. The first festivities start while the evening begins. Kayla and Stefan sat together at the diner. Talking about the tale of the church and its uncalled victims. "Now if you could draw a wooden board here," Stefan says, and points to the door. "Perfect" he smiles. "You really have a talent, Kayla." "Yeah and she ain't using it for you mate," says Kol with a spark of jealousy. "Thank you" smiles Kayla. "I just gotta draw some fire later and put some emotion in it." "Yeah and light it up right there," he says and points to the roof. Kayla smiles. "Thanks Stefan, this is going to help me big time." "Is my baby brother giving you boring details again" asks a familiar voice. "Oh bloody bite me" curses Kol. "Damon" greets Kayla a bit more enthusiastic than Stefan. "No he is helping me with homework." Stefan smile. "I promised Elena to light up the candles with her. I have to go. I'm sorry Kayla, I hope your teacher will be impressed." "Thanks Stefan" Kayla smiles and lets him kiss her jaw. Stefan nods towards Damon, he whispers something in his ear which makes Damon grin and leaves. "At last", Damon says, and looks with a painfully painful face at her drawing. "What's the matter mate, getting a touch of guilt" laughs Kol. "Two rainchecks it is" laughs Damon and calls the bartender. Kayla chuckles. "As promised" she jokes.

It doesn't take long before Kayla and Damon are on their third drink already. Talking about everything they can think of. Kol sits next to Kayla, happy to hear her smile, but bored until death. Tyler gives them a hateful look. Kayla tries to ignore it but it is harder than she thought.

"Do you wish to see the comet" asks Damon. I believe he should pass almost right now." "Why not," says Kayla. "The comet isn't something to celebrate," says Kol, unamused. Kayla follows Damon outside. Kol followed Kayla with a deep sigh. "If only I could tell you" he said, tormented. Damon buys two candles and lights Kayla her candle. "You know, that comet has been traveling through the sky for almost a thousand years... All alone, but still finding her way home." "I think it's pretty impressive" says Kayla. "I think it's a harbinger of evil" growls Kol. Damon looks at her. "It sure is", he says. Everyone gasps when the promised comet finally flies over. It only took a minute or seven but it was the most beautiful sight Kayla had seen in a while. A playful smirk crawls onto Damon to his lips. "Kayla, I think it's a great time to go home right now" Kol says suddenly, nauseous. He didn't even know ghosts could get nauseous. "I should go home" Kayla says after a few minutes. "I'll take you", Damon says politely. "Thank you", Kayla smiles. "Of course you would say that" Kol sighs. "Thanks Damon, I had a great time." "Me too" he says. Kayla kisses his jaw before entering the house. "Sleep tight Damon." "Sleep tight" he says.