Adele Winchester

After the biblical apocalypse ended and Sam is trapped in Lucifer's cage, Dean suggests to his younger half-sister, Adeline, to try a normal life and ships her off to Mystic Falls to live with Alaric Saltzman. But since when can a Winchester have a normal life?


5. Chapter Five

The rest of the month passes by, and I don't see Damon. I don't know how he's handling, but I don't think it's well. Well nobody's gone missing so that's a plus. I wish I could check on him though. And I can already hear what Dean would say if he found out about this town. "There are vampires and witches? And you haven't killed them yet? Why not? They're monsters, Ade. You can't trust them. They hurt people. Come on, Ade. I taught you better than this." And yet despite knowing Dean's reaction, I still want to see Damon to see how he's holding up.

I pull out my phone and dial Elena. "Hey, Elena? It's Adele."

"Hey, Adele," Elena greets.

"Hey, uh, what's Stefan and Damon's address?"

She tells me the address. "Why?"

"I'm gonna stop by to check on Damon," I answer.

"Are you sure that's the smartest move?"

"I'm a hunter, Elena," I remind her. "I can take care of myself."

"Okay, just, be careful. Damon's not exactly stable right now."

"Okay, Elena," I say. "Bye." I hang up the phone and start walking towards the Salvatore house.

When I get there I knock on the door. Stefan walks up behind me. "What are you doing here?" Stefan asks curiously.

"Checking on Damon," I reply.

Stefan asks, "Are you sure that's the best idea?"

"I'm a hunter. I can take care of myself."

"Right," Stefan says, walking through the hallway. I follow him.

Stefan and I reach the room Damon is in, and he turns the lights on. Damon has a few girls around him with blood on their neck.

"No! Buzzkill Bob," Damon groans. Stefan turns the music off. Damon looks up at him blearily.

"Greetings," Damon says and looks at me. "What are you doing here?"

"Checking on you. I was worried,"

"Well that's nice, but as you can tell, I'm fine."

Stefan asks him, "Can we talk?"


"Without the Tri-Delts," Stefan says, looking at the girls in the living room.

"Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of them. They're really good at keeping secrets."

Stefan, Damon and I talk in a private corner while the girls lounge around on the sofas. Damon has a bottle of booze in hand.

"You're worried about me. Both of you. That's nice. Don't be. There's no need. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" Damon asks rhetorically. "I spent the last 145 years with one goal: get in that tomb. I succeeded. Granted, Katherine wasn't in there to be rescued, but why dwell? You know, it's so liberating not having a master plan, because I can do whatever the hell I want."

Stefan says, "That's kind of what I'm afraid of."

"Relax. I haven't killed anyone in," Damon sighs, "too long."

"Those girls?" I question.

"Will end up in their dorm with headaches, think they blacked out. Business as usual. Predictable you didn't pull me over here for a pep talk. So drink up." He pushes the bottle into Stefan's chest. "Spill it, brother."

"There was a woman you may have known a few years back named Isobel in North Carolina at Duke," Stefan tells him.

"You wanna discuss the women in my past right now? Seriously?"

Stefan says, "You killed her."

"What's your point?" Damon questions.

"I just wanna know if you remember anything about her."

Damon replies, "Oh, it's like a needle in a haystack, Stefan."

"Well, think hard. It's important."

Damon grasps Stefan's shoulder and whispers in his ear. "Nothing is important, not anymore." He claps Stefan on the shoulder and pulls away, grabbing the bottle from Stefan's hand. I look at him sympathetically. I understand that feeling. "Great chat. I have to go and exploit some women in the name of grief, which I'm sure you understand. 'TTFN', said the Tri-Delt. Heh." Damon walks back to the girls.

I walk over and plop myself on the couch, making myself at home as Stefan gives up and leaves the room.

"I'm surprised you didn't leave with Mr. Hero back there," Damon says, looking at me.

I reply, "Yeah, well like I said, I know what pain feels like, and I'm feeling sympathetic."

Damon vamp speeds next to me on the couch.

"Oh, yeah. What do you know about pain? You're, what, 17?"

"Age is just a number. I've lost a lot," I tell him.

"Oh, yeah? Care to share?" he asks, offering me his bottle of bourbon.

I grab it from him and take a swig. "My mom died when I was 1. My dad died when I was 13. I saw my brother, Sam, die when I was 14. He came back to life, and my brother died a year later. He also came back, and since May, Sam has been dead again. Oh, and I lost a friend last year."

"Wow. How do your brothers come back from the dead like that?"

"It is a long story. Which I don't know why I am telling you this. I never bitch about my problems to anyone, and yet I'm opening up to you."

"Maybe you need someone here in Mystic Falls to know," Damon says.

I clench my jaw. "It's stupid. I'm basically showing my vulnerability which I have been training to hide since I was a little kid. There's no point to it. Forget what I told you and don't tell anyone of this."

"Done," Damon says. "Though before forgetting, I thought I should say I'm sorry. Oh, and I hate chick-flick moments to, so this never happened."

"Done," I take another sip of his bourbon.

He leans forward and says seductively, "Would you like a distraction?"

"I'd love one," I reply with a smirk.

Damon leans closer, and our lips connect. Emotions flood through me, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He puts the bottle of bourbon down to the side of the couch, and we lay down on the couch, him towering above me. He licks my lips, asking for entry, and I oblige. Our tongues fight for dominance, but him being a vampire, wins. I taste the blood on his tongue and almost pull away, but the need for a distraction keeps me there. I run my fingers through his smooth, curly dark hair. He pulls off his shirt, and I see his bare chest. Damn, he is hot. Damon kisses me again. He starts unbuttoning my plaid shirt after shrugging off my jacket. He gets to the last button as I run my hand down his side, pulling him even closer. Then he pulls away.

"Let me take care of these girls. I'll be right back," Damon breathes out, his lips only centimeters from mine.

My heart flutters as I nod, and he presses his lips to mine again. Then he gets off and compels the girls not to remember anything. He vamp speeds away to get them to their dorm room. What have I done? I just made out with a vampire. A killer vamp at that. I button my plaid-shirt back up and put my jacket back on. Then I dash out of the Salvatore boarding house and run back to Alaric's apartment. There I lay on my bed and put my finger on my lips, remembering the feeling of his lips on mine. A smile forms on my lips. I pull out my phone and call Elena.

"Hey, Adele. Good to see you weren't killed by Damon," she says as she answers the phone.

"We had a good heart-to-heart. He's not as bad as you think."

" careful around him. Please," Elena suggest.

"Will do, Elena. I'll see you later. Bye," I hang up the phone and get out of bed.

I head to Mystic Grill after an hour of wandering. I see Alaric and Damon sitting at the bar, and I walk over there as Alaric gets up and leaves. I slide into the seat next to Damon. "Hey."

"You abandoned me," he says with a frown.

I tell him, "I don't do guys who are on the rebound."

"You didn't seem to have a problem when we were making out on the couch," Damon says, smirking as he leans towards me.

"Yeah, well, you're hard to resist. I've gotta give you that."

Damon continues to smirk as Sheriff Forbes walks over. "Daytime drinking, huh?" she asks him.

Damon replies, "It's all the rage."

"Listen, I need a favor."

Damon asks, "You ever been in love?"

"Excuse me?"

"Have you ever been so bent on someone, just to have your heart ripped out by them?"

Sheriff Forbes replies, "You forget I was married."

"Right. Gay husband." Damon gestures to the bartender. "She'll have what I'm having." The bartender pours another bourbon. Damon pats the other seat next to him. "Sit down."

Sheriff Forbes sits down. "There's a fundraiser here tonight that the Founder's Council is throwing. The town's most eligible bachelors get raffled off for dates, and, well, we're short a bachelor."

"Is this what you do when there's no, um..." He lowers his voice. "Vampires? Organize bachelor raffles?"

Sheriff Forbes laughs. "Oh, trust me. At this point, I miss the vampires. Look, you're a hero to this town, Damon. I know most people don't know it, but you are, and you're single and a catch. Oh, come on, help me out. Carol Lockwood won't let me live it down if I come up empty-handed."

"You know, a room full of women clamoring to win a date with me. Sounds tasty." Damon grins.

She laughs relieved. "Thank you."

"One thing." Damon says. "Can you get information on someone for me? Alaric Saltzman, the history teacher. There's just something a little off about him, and I just -- I just wanna make sure that the high school did their homework on this guy." Why does Damon want info on Ric?

Liz Forbes gets up. "You got it."


She walks away, and Damon takes a swig of his bourbon.

"Bachelor, huh?" I ask with a smirk.


I grab Damon's bourbon from him and finish it. He looks at me with a tiny smile on his face and shakes his head slightly in amusement.

"Why do you want to know about Alaric?" I ask him curiously, looking at him with interest.

"I'm fact checking," he tells me.

"You want me to believe that story you told Sheriff Forbes?"

"Honestly? I'm seeing if I can find something to use against that guy. What do you know about him?"

"He's a vampire hunter," I answer. "His wife died a couple of years ago. Killed by a vampire. That's about it."

"Huh. Thanks."

"No problem. See you later, Damon." I get off the seat and walk away.

Later that day at the bachelor party, Carol Lockwood says, "Tickets for the raffle are now on sale. All proceeds benefit the annual Founder's Day celebration."

Caroline, Elena, Matt and I are all milling around at the front of the Grill. "He's already been hit on, like, 35 times. He's total cougar bait," Caroline says about Matt.

Elena and I say, "Impressive."

"More like embarrassing," Matt tells us. Caroline laughs and sees a woman enter the Grill.

Caroline greets, "Hi, Mrs. Donovan." So this is Matt's mom. She glances at Caroline with distaste and looks at Elena.

"Elena, honey."

"Hi, Kelly," Elena greets with a smile. Mrs. Donovan and Elena exchange hugs.

"Long time, no see. Who are you?" She looks at me.

"Adele Winchester. I'm new in town," I answer.

"Nice to meet you."

Elena asks Mrs. Donovan, "How are you doing?"

"Oh, same old. Oh. Matty tells me you broke his heart."

"Mom," Matt groans.

"Just kidding. Calm down. He found his rebound girl." She glances over at Caroline. What a bitch. "Oh. Here you go, sweetheart. However many that'll buy." She extracts some money and hands it to Caroline, who takes it with a small smile. "I just hope I don't get Bachelor 3. I dated him in high school. Not impressive. In any way."

Matt shakes his head, embarrassed. Caroline hands Mrs. Donovan her tickets and she takes them.

"Very exciting." Mrs. Donovan walks off into the Grill.

Elena turns around, and she and Alaric stare at each other for a moment before Alaric walks off and Elena turns back around with a dissatisfied look.

"What was that about?" I ask her in a hushed whisper.

"I just found out his dead wife is my birth mother," she replies in the same tone. My eyes widen.

"And what do you do, Bachelor Number 3?" Carol Lockwood asks the bachelor.

He replies, "Yeah, I'm a plumber."

"Well, isn't that wonderful? We could always use more plumbers. Moving on. Number 4, 'Alaric Saltzman.' Wow. That's quite a mouthful. What do you do, Alaric?"

Alaric answers, "I'm a teacher at Mystic Falls High."

"Oh, beauty and brains, ladies. This one's a keeper. What do you teach?" Carol asks.


"History. Oh, well, give us a fun fact about Mystic Falls, something crazy."

Alaric looks over at Damon. Damon places his hand up to his ear, sarcastically anticipating a response. Alaric says, "Uh, well..."

Carol pulls the microphone away. "He's probably saving the best stories for his date." She moves down the line. "And last, but not least, Damon Salvatore. We don't have much on you."

"Well, I'm tough to fit on a card," Damon says. Isn't that the truth?

"Do you have any hobbies, like to travel?" Carol asks.

"Oh, yeah. L.A., New York. Couple of years ago, I was in North Carolina. Near the Duke campus, actually. I think-I think Alaric went to school there. Didn't you, Ric?" Damon turns to look at Alaric, who does the same. "Yeah, because I-- I know your wife did."

Oh, God. This can't be good. What is Damon about to do? From beside me, Elena's face starts to falter. Stefan makes his way over to her.

"I had a drink with her once. She was-she was a great girl. I ever tell you that? Cause she was -- Delicious. Mm! Mm, mmm mm."

Damon killed Alaric's wife/Elena's mother. Elena's mouth hangs open. Her eyes filled with tears as she stares at Damon. Jenna looks over at her. "Are you okay?"

Elena replies, "I just need some air."

Elena gets up and walks past Stefan, out of the Grill. Stefan and I follow her. Outside, Elena paces around. Stefan exits the Grill and approaches her. She turns to face him. "He killed her? Damon was the vampire that killed her?"

"I don't know what happened. Alaric said that they never found the body," Stefan says. I look at Elena sympathetically.

"Oh, my god."

"I know. I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you. But I just-I wanted to know more."

"I was feeling sorry for him, hoping that this whole Katherine thing would change him. I'm so stupid," Elena says.

"No. You're not," I tell her.

"He doesn't know about the connection to you. I thought about confronting him, but he's already so on edge," Stefan says.

"Why are you protecting him?"

"Because you're not the only one hoping that he might actually change."

I go back inside, and I walk over to Caroline.

"Hey, Caroline," I smile.

"Hey, Adele."

Mrs. Donovan walks over to collect her prize.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Donovan," Caroline says with a smile on her face.

"Okay, just stop. Stop trying so hard. This thing you're doing, this nice thing, it's fake. Like you. Like your mom. And for some reason, Matt fell for it, but that doesn't mean that I will. I don't like you, okay? So tell plumber boy I'll be at the bar."

"Okay," Caroline tells her.

Mrs. Donovan walks off, and Caroline looks hurt.

"What a bitch," I say. "Don't listen to her, Caroline. She doesn't know anything about you. Okay?"

Caroline nods, and I see doubt in her eyes.

"Caroline. Promise me you won't believe her."

"What if she's right?" Caroline asks me.

I look at her sadly, "She's not. I promise you. I happen to be good at reading people."

Caroline chuckles and nods. "Thanks, Adele."

I smile. "No problem. I gotta go. See you later, Caroline." I walk off to deal with Damon drama. I walk over to Elena as she bumps into Damon.

"Whoa. Easy there. Buy a ticket like everyone else."

"Can we buy a ticket?" I question, curiously.

Damon shrugs. "I don't know. I think its 18 and up."

"Then I'm out. I turn 18 in a couple of months."

"Did you enjoy that? Rubbing it in to Alaric Saltzman?" Elena questions.

"What?" Damon looks confused.

"Just as I was starting to think that there was something redeemable about you." Stefan walks up to Elena, Damon and I.

"Elena," he warns. Stefan shakes his head at Elena.

Damon looks from Stefan to Elena. "Am I missing something here?"

"Yup," I tell him. "Alaric's wife, Isobel, was the woman who gave Elena up for adoption." Damon gains a look of shock on his face.

"Go ahead," Elena says. "Reminisce about how you killed her." Elena shoves past Damon and walks away.

"Did you kill her" I question as Stefan follows Elena.

"No," he answers. "I turned her."

I sigh and shake my head sadly. "Why?"

"She begged me to," he answers.

"Wow. Why?" I ask.

"She wasn't happy with life. She wanted more. It happens."

I nod. "See you, Damon." I walk past him and sit down.

"37649," Carol Lockwood says, reading the ticket.

Many of the women in the crowd make disappointed sounds. Jenna raises her hand. "That's me.

"Congratulations." Mrs. Lockwood congratulates. Jenna walks up to Carol and takes her ticket. "And Bachelor Number 5, Damon Salvatore. 37552. Would you look at that? 37552. What are the chances? Me." She looks around for Damon "Where'd he go?"

I look around and see both Damon and Alaric gone. Crap. Alaric is probably going to do something stupid like go after Damon. I rush over to Elena and Stefan.

"Hey, guys. Alaric just left, and I'm afraid he's going to go after Damon."

"He has a right to. Damon deserves it," Elena says, upset and snarky.

"Yeah, well Damon's not all bad. Plus what do you think is going to happen if Alaric goes after Damon? He's only been in this business for a couple of years. Damon could over power him and kill him. Just think about that."

Elena's eyes widen at my words, and Stefan looks alert. "I'll go stop him." I only nod and, with that, he is off. I sigh in relief, not wanting Alaric killed. Or Damon for that matter.

Where did that come from? I'm a hunter. I shouldn't want him alive. Guess I shouldn't have made out with him.

I leave Elena and walk back to the apartment, hoping Stefan stops Damon from killing Alaric.

Later that night, Alaric walks in alive. Thank God. If something happened, I would be pissed at myself for not going with Stefan like I should have.

"Glad to see you're alright."

"No thanks to Damon. The guy killed me."

I frown. "Then how-"

"-am I alive?" Ric finishes, showing me his big tacky ring. "This ring brought me back. Isobel, my wife, gave it to me for protection against the supernatural, I guess."

"Man, you know how useful those rings would be if all hunters had them?" I comment.

"Yeah, well I'm tired so I'm heading to bed." Alaric starts to walk off.

"Being dead will do that to you!" I call out. Alaric chuckles, and I go to bed.

A/N Who do you want Adele to end up with?

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