AN: Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries or Twilight.

Hi everybody, I have good news and bad new. The good news is I do have more time to write (hence the new chapter) and the bad news is my laptop sucks. I didn't count on it overheating every hour. It's frustrating as hell!

Anyway...

To answer the guest's, also, thanks reviewing, question about Damon's eyes, it's just how I see them. I don't know if I have a problem, or if it's my laptop, or they are using some kind of effects while editing or filming, but it seems whenever Damon's not outside his eyes are not blue. It's been some time since the last time I have watched the show but that's how I remember it.

mynameishelby: Thank you for your review and to answer your question, Bella was simply ignorant as to why Damon had attacked Jacob. She saw no reason for his attack and that's why she wanted him to get lost.

Without further ado, here's the next chapter.


"You know for someone who was abused with compulsion, you don't seem to be opposed of using it," I snark at Caroline while putting my arms on my hips. Yeah, I know it's a low blow but she asked for it. Not only does she come knocking at my door uninvited, but she gets to be bitchy about it. Nah, I don't think so.

"Ouch," I hear Damon say as they both gasp in shock. Caroline recovers quickly and in a low voice, with a death glare, she says, "You don't know shit."

"Oh, but I think I do," I say stepping over the threshold.

"Isabella don't," Damon tries to warn me, but I ignore him as I get right into Caroline's face. "You don't actually hate Damon because if you did, he would have already been dead. You are glad that he came into your life and you hate yourself for it. Because, If he didn't, you would still be that stupid insecure little cheerleader and not a strong bitchy vampire chick that you are now."

Deadly silence settles in as we stare each other down. At one point, she looks down for a second, breaking our stare contest and I nod my head in satisfaction. As I go to turn around, I'm stopped by a tight grip on my right forearm. I look at my arm and then up to see Caroline looking at me with squinty eyes filled with rage and pursed lips. You can see veins start to pop up beneath her eyes as they start to take on a red color.

Elena puts a hand on her shoulder as she tries to ease situation by carefully saying, "She's human Caroline. She could be compelled."

She lets go of my arm like it had electrified her and looks at Elena with lost eyes. "Maybe you should go wait in the car while I try to talk this out," Elena softly suggests. As Caroline was about to protest, Elena immediately adds, "I'll call if I need any help. I promise."

Carline looks between us and hesitantly nods her head. Looking at us one more time and sanding me a warning glare, she turns around and starts walking to the car. While Elena looks after her, I turn to look at Damon and taking a glance at Elena, I rise my brow in question and he nods his head.

Turning her head back, Elena nervously smiles as I stare at her with a raised brow and crossed arms all the while tapping with my foot. She diverts her gaze as she starts to fidget with her fingers. After a few moments, she looks up at me, with an awkward smile, she says, "I think we got on the wrong foot there. Maybe we should start over." Or maybe not. I silently add in my head but if Damon wants to hear what she has to say, well I could try to talk with her.

She extends her hand as she says, "I'm Elena Gilbert and you are?"

I shake her hand as I say, "Isabella Swan," I bitterly smile, "although I get a feeling you already know that. Considering the fact you came knocking on my door."

She smirks, "And yet, I get a feeling you know more about me than I do about you."

Alright, she gets a point for this one. I think to myself as I give her an approving smile. I clap my hands together. "Alright, we should take this inside," I say as I turn around to go into the house.

"That would be for the best, thank you," she says, sounding a bit unsure, as she starts to follow after me with wary steps.

"This should be interesting." I hear Damon say as we enter the kitchen. I go to the cabinets and not turning around, I ask, "Do you want something to eat or drink?"

"No, no. I'm fine, thank you," she calls out.

I turn around to see her leaning against the doorframe, her eyes dancing around the room with her thumbs in her jeans pocket. "Too bad, because I was about to make tea and you're going to drink it," I tell her as I take the teapot from the cupboard.

"O-okay," she squeaks out as I put some water in the tea pot and put it on the stove.

"Demanding much?" Damon asks, still on my shoulder.

"I just have manners that's all. Can't drink in front of a guest who's not drinking, too," I whisper as Elena asks, "What?"

"What?" I call out over my shoulder as I wipe my hands.

"Did you just say something to me?"

I turn around to see her confused face and say, "Oh, I just know to hum sometimes."

She nods her head in understanding even though it doesn't look like she's buying it, but it's not like she can say any different. Noticing she still hasn't moved from the doorframe, I say, "Don't just stand there. Please, take a seat."

She gives me a coy smile as she says, "Thank you." And takes her seat on the left side of the table.

"Now," I say as I take a seat myself at the top of the table, "What is it that you traveled across the country for?"

She leans in as she says, "We are in search for our friend Damon, which I guess you already know."

I have to try hard to keep in my snort to the friend part so I can get some more information before it's too late for that, "So, what do you want from me?"

"Well-" she starts to talk but I cut her off when I hear the water start to boil, "Sorry, I have to get that," I point to the pot with my thumb," but please continue." I stand up and turn off the stove as I put the tea in the teapot.

"Well, we were hoping you have some information on his whereabouts," she says as I go to the cup boards to get us some cups.

I turn to her and as I put palms of my hands against the counter to lean on it, letting out a sigh, I ask, "Why are you even looking for him?"

"Because we're worried. He just up and left without any implication on where he was going or why."

"It's like not she wanted to see me that day," I hear Damon sneer in my head. My interest is perked at this point, so I ask, "What happened the last time you saw him?" Damon never told me what had happened on his last day in Mystic Falls. Okay, we didn't have time for that one but I can't miss on this opportunity because I get someone else's viewpoint. Maybe I have been too hard on my dislike on Elena and her friends due to my clouding feelings for Damon. Everybody deserves a chance to explain themselves.

With that in mind, I tell her to sit with a gesture of my hand and she does. She looks up as she says, "I didn't see Damon for an entire day, I was running around trying to found out about the mystery murders and get Alaric out of the police custody. At the end of the day, Damon finally showed up at my place; after we established Rick was going crazy because of the Gilbert ring." I nod my head to show I'm listening as I start to pour the tea in the cups. "I was so tired and, when I asked where he was all day while his so-called "best friend" was going crazy and did he apologized to Bonnie, he replied in his typical Damon fashion and I went crazy and told him to get lost. He didn't fight me on it, he just said goodbye and left." I give her the cup and as I take a few sips from mine. She takes a sip and thanking me, she continues on, "I didn't think much of it, even though I found it weird and when I went to the boarding house the next day, he was gone. First, I thought he just went to blow off some steam like everyone else, but, as each day passed by, we realized he had truly left." By the end it looked like she got lost in thought and talked automatically.

I let here think for a few moments, but break her out of her thoughts by asking, "What led you here?"

Her eyes snap to mine as she says, "Caroline's mom is a Sheriff, she is also best friends with Damon, so she pulled some connections and told them to be on the lookout for Damon. " I nod my head as I sip on my tea. "We found he reserved a hotel room in Seattle and with a little help of compulsion we found out about you." She lets out a tired sigh and says, "Please, we barely slept or ate anything normal food besides fast food-"

"And yet, you say no to food," I cut off her with a pointed look.

"Please understand," she pleads with wide eyes and running her hand through her hair she adds, "I'm at my wits end and just wanted to get this over with, but at the same time I don't want to got back." With a sigh she adds, "But, I know that I have to." In this moment, all my hatred and anger for this girl vanished and is replaced by sympathy. I see a girl who lost a lot in her life and is still trying to hold for what she has left; just like l am. I was bias, only thinking about what Damon had gone though and dismissed everybody else, but that still doesn't mean I see him any less in my eyes, only that I now see Elena a bit more.

"Wait here and I-I'll see what I can do," I tell her with some hesitation because I not sure if it's a right decision.

"Thank you," she says as she brightens up in relief and I smile as I stand up and go up to my room.

Closing the door behind me, I turn to Damon, who, in the meantime, took his place on my bed, "So," I say prolonging the 'o' while tracing the edge of a shelf, "what do you think we should tell her?" He has been eerily quiet thought out our conversation that I'm now afraid of what he's going to say. I don't know if I could handle him leaving me after everything we've been thought.

"I'm sorry you came all the way out here for nothing," he says with a shrug of his wings and I sigh in relief.

"Come on Damon, don't be stubborn," I say slightly annoyed. "That girl down there has a lot on her plate and I think she deserves better than that." He doesn't have to go back to with her in Mystic Falls, but at least give her some sort of explanation.

"That's the point! It's always been about what she deserves. What about what I deserve? Or Stefan? Alaric? Hell, even Bonnie," he shakes his tiny little head at that one. "Life doesn't give a crap about what good people deserve, it's all about what you think. And after a very long time, I'm happy here and I think I deserve to be happy. Sure, I'm stuck as a crow, which I outright deserved, but even that is better than constantly having to have my emotions stumped on while everyone else's feelings come before mine. Because I know, in order for you to survive, you've got to put feelings aside and I'm tired of it all."

"I understand, but," I take a deep breath due to the heaviness of my next words, "maybe if you go back to Mystic Falls, you could get back to-"

However, before I get to finish, Damon interrupts me, "-Get back to what? A life where I'm constantly seen as the bad guy, while they don't appreciate any good I have done, and then them being disappointed when I lose it? So, I can leave behind a girl, who has ever understood me, for a batch of ungrateful short-sighted delusional teenagers?" I feel my heart start to pick up at this point. "Hell no!" I sight a bit in relief. It's not like I didn't know the answer, but the way he said it like the whole thought sounded insanely outrageous to him. "I'll be perfectly happy here, while they fight the right way. Let them see where that takes them."

"But, don't you want to go and try talking Bonnie into breaking the curse?" I ask trying to cover the whole ground so I know for sure he won't leave me. Yes, I feel sorry for Elena because of the problems she has, but that doesn't mean they have to be Damon's. He doesn't have to feel obligated to solve them considering the outcome could be his death. That's why I have decided to train how to fight, so I can stand my own ground without anybody's help. I don't want to be a burden or a damsel in distress anymore. It's time for me to fight my own battles.

"There's no talking to Bonnie. She made it perfectly clear that the only way for me to come back in Mystic Falls is for my funeral. Judging by Blondie's and Elena's cluelessness about my condition, she's not going to change her mind."

"Okay then, let's go down and break the news," I say as I open the door and we go down stairs.

When we get down, Elena gets up from the chair and you can see hope in her wide doe eyes as she asks, "What did he say?"

I feel uncomfortable under her gaze because I'm the one who's going to have to take that hope and squash it into a million pieces. "I'm not sure how to say this," I tell her looking at the floor as I shift my weight from my left feet to my right.

"Please, I can't take the waiting anymore," she says, sounding a little frustrated.

I purse my lips as to prepare myself for what I'm about to say. "Okay, Damon wanted me to inform you that he's sorry you came all the way out here for nothing," I tell her all in one breath.

"N-no…" she mumbles to herself and then looks up at me, "C-can you please call him so I could talk to him?"

I shake my head and softly say, "I'm sorry, I can't."

She takes my hand in hers as her helpless eyes stare into mine; practically begging me to give into her. "Please Bella, I have Kol, the Original, on my trail and I still need to track down the vampire who turned Rose," she speaks with such urgency that I have to look on my shoulder to see what Damon thinks of it.

"No." he says and I turn to Elena to see she has caught on. "Damon?" she whispers as she squints her eyes in confusion.

"Crap," he says and then sighs. "Bella would you mind being my spokesperson?" And I shake my head.

"The one and only," I repeat what Damon had told me.

She looks at me and then back at Damon, "What's going on?"

"Damon, here," I point to Damon, who's sitting on my right shoulder, with my left hand, "is a crow and is making me be his messenger," I tell her simply. She looks like she got completely lost from my words. "Yeah," I say with a sigh," it's weird to me, too."

"Wait," she pulls up her hand as if she's holding pause, then looking up with narrowed look, she adds, "so you're telling me he's been here the whole time?"

I slowly nod my head. "That pretty much sums it up."

"Why?" she asks sounding scandalized.

"What why?" I ask confused.

She looks at Damon as she demands, "Why did you leave?"

"Why, Elena, the sudden interest in what I have to say?" I repeat words Damon has told me to her. "As far as I remember, you said I have nothing worth to tell and should get lost. I don't understand how can you be mad at me when I did as you had wished."

"Damon," she sighs in frustration, "you and I both know that's not what I meant."

"But, that's the problem Elena. I don't want to care or decipher anything you have to say. I'm tired of you and your dramas. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore, so please leave and don't let the door hit you on your way out."

She takes a breath and I don't know if it's to ease the hurt, calm down, or both, but either way, when she opens her eyes again she back in control. She looks up at Damon and in a tiny voice says, "You don't mean that," she goes on to touch him as she adds, "I know you're hurt Da-" she cut off by her on screams, startling me, as Damon starts to pull her hair.

He flies off my shoulder still pulling her hair as I stand there and watch trying to figure out what to do. I want to stop Damon but I don't want to get hurt in the crossfire and with that in mind, I go for my father's gun. I'm thinking about firing it to calm the situation down like they do in movies, maybe not the brightest idea, but feels like the best at the moment. As I load the gun, I hear breaking of wood ending with a loud 'thud'. When I get back, I see Elena, who's quietly sobbing, and Damon, who's holding Elena's hair in between his mandibles, looking towards the front door. I follow their gazes to see Caroline standing on the porch with a fucking Molotov - it's not like I'm one to talk holding a gun in hand but I wouldn't use it on anyone - in her right hand.

"Let Elena go and I won't burn this house down," Caroline threatens in a low voice. Bad move! I think to myself as she makes me reconsider the whole 'not using a gun on anyone' thing.

"Don't make threats you can't keep," I call out. I can feel rage creep up in me; just waiting for the right moment to strike.

She fires up her lighter and I fire my gun.

Caroline goes flying in the air, all the while burning, and lands in the middle of my front yard. "Caroline!" Elena screeches out as she starts to run after her, but I immediately react and shoot her in her right leg. She shrieks out in pain while falling to the ground. She grabs her wound with both of her hands as she lets out hysterical sobs while I, putting the gun around my neck, move past her and little flames, to get to the front yard. I grab the hose and turn on the water faucet. When I wash all fire out, I'm met with a zombie looking Carline, whose right hand is almost burnt to the bone and her clothes are glued to her flesh - that's going to be a hard one to get out - and a pair of terrified brown eyes hiding behind a crossbow.

"What are you lookin' at?" I ask the horrified boy, pointing my gun at him, while Elena and Caroline weep in the background; I'd rather not examen Caroline closely, I have a feeling I could not take another look, or else I'm not going to have the same effect on them as I do now.

"Let my sister and her friend go," he tries to sound strong but his voice wavers too much.

"Hey, I'm not holding them or anything," I tell him with a smile which turns into a deadly glare. "But, know this. I will not stand you coming into my town, you knocking on my door, uninvited, and you threatening to burn my house to the ground, ever!" I speak out loud and clear for everyone to hear and smile sweetly as I ask, "Did I make myself clear?"

He nods his pretty little head and you can see how scared he is by looking at his brown hair, which is wet from sweat, and his shaky hands, but most revealing are his eyes. His eyes are as red as blood and full of unshed tears just waiting their escape I don't know what's coming over me but I want to make him break. Somewhere deep inside, there's a sick twist part of me who would enjoy watching the kid weep and it's making itself know with each passing second.

I quickly turn around and walk over to Elena. Her hair is wet from all the tear, to sum it up it's a mess and I don't know how she is going to untangle all those knots. Her face is full of scratches and is red from blood stained tears. She at the stage where her breath are uneven and hard to control. You can hear her choking down her cries down her throat.

I look back at the boy and yell, "I said," I hit Elena with my leg and she lets out an ear-piercing scream, "did I make myself clear?"

"Yes," both, the boy and Elena scream out simultaneously, although Elena's yes is a little longer and lower while the boy fell to his knees with tears running down his face.

"Good," I say as I clap my hands together. "Now, I have somewhere to be and I expect this," I gesture to the mess around my house and yard, "to be clean in " I look at the clock to see it's 2 PM, "4 hours; by the time my dad get's home from work. Or else…" I trail off and let them come up with their own conclusions. It's even better like this; they're going to think of their worst fears and I don't even know what they are. I smile in satisfaction as I say, "Well, let's hope it does not come to that."


"I'm sorry," I say breaking the silence in the truck.

"Sorry for what exactly?"

I stare at the road as I say, "I'm sorry for reacting the way I did when you attacked Jake. I understand now." I glance at him as I reluctantly add, "I-I understand how you felt."

"And what is it that you felt?" he asks even though we both know he knows the answer.

"I," I start but stop myself to try and find the right words to explain myself, "something happened back there when Caroline showed up with that fire bomb. I know what I said to that boy-

"Jeremy;" Damon fills me in.

"Jeremy," I repeat and continue," is true, but not entirely. Yes, my town and my house is important to me, but that's not what I cared about in that moment. I know her threat was to set the house on fire so that I burn along with it and I know the threat was directed at you. But, I didn't even care for myself." I take a deep breath and I can feel my heart start to contract form just thinking about my next words, "The-the only thing I cared about in that moment was you." I let that sit in for a few moments before I continue, "I...the thought of you gone have driven me mad like never before and I did the only thing I could think of at the moment and aimed for the bottle." When I finish, I finally get to courage to look at him - he is a crow but he can be expressive when he wants to. He's staring right at me making me self-consciously pull some strands of my hair behind my right ear while tapping against the wheel with my left thumb.

"What do you think of becoming my kind of vampire?"

Gone is the anxiety and is replaced by confusion. With narrowed eyes, I ask "Where did this come from?"

"Today went well, but I want to know you're secure either way," I give him a look as to say 'continue', "I want you to drink my blood." Before I can say anything, he quickly adds, "You don't need to transition, you'd still have a choice if you want to turn. Look at is as a security blanket if by some accident things turned out for the worst, you'd still have time to say y," he swallows at this point, "-your goodbyes or you could become a vampire like me. Just imagine us roaming around causing all sorts of trouble." I chuckle at this. "We could mess with the Scooby gang that's always fun and -"

"-Okay, Damon," I call out with a laugh but it's not like he's listening; too engrossed in his thoughts.

"-I bet you'd make a badass vampire. I can already picture you with a pair of fangs lookin' all sexy and hot-"

"-I said yes, Damon!" I yell as I feel warmth spread across my face; not needing the mental picture.

"Um, what?" he asks sounding embarrassed.

I try to hold in my grin as I say, "Yes, Damon. I'll take your blood as a precaution. I'd be stupid not to."

"Oh, that's cool." he says trying to sound casual.

I have, no, I must laugh out loud at that one; Damon saying the word cool like that just doesn't fit. I've never seen Damon this nervous before. He was rambling! I have to say it's nice to have our roles reversed.

I feel tears well up in my eyes from my laughter and to my surprise Damon joins, too. I look at him to see he's waving his wings from all the laughter.

When we finally calm down, my lips pull up as I cheekily say, "And you said I couldn't handle a vampire."

"Well then, I admit I was wrong."

I take a breath of satisfaction as I say, "I like the sound of that."

"Don't let it get in your head, too much."

My eyes widen in shock as I say, "Look who's talking. Mr. Big Head himself."

"Hey, I can pay the price of my big ego, but can you?"

"I hate it when you're right," I whine with a pout as we pull into Jake's driveway.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks as I open the door.

"Of course I am sure. I wouldn't be doing this otherwise," I say as Damon gets out of the truck and I close the door. After the whole shebang, I decided to go to Jacob's place so we could discuss his situation. I had it already planned when I got out of bed, but apparently I can't even change from my pajamas into my regular clothes without some major shit blowing up, literally.

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I head towards the house to try, no, succeed getting to Jake. With that in mind, I knock on the door of Jake's house and after a few moments Billy opens the door. "Hey, Billy could you get Jakob? I really need to talk to him."

"I'm sorry Bella, but Jacob doesn't want to see you anymore," he tells me with fake genuineness.

"I'm sorry too, Billy," I say as pull his wheelchair out of the house so I can get in. I can hear his angry shouts as I climb up the stairs to get to Jake's room. I barge into his room as Jacob jump from his bed in surprise.

"Bella! What are you doing here?" you can hear his anger starting to rise by the end of the question, which I ignore, and walking over to him, I pull him in a hug. I feel him tense underneath my touch. "I know, I know. Everything's going to be okay," I coo to him as I pet his wet hair.

In return he holds me tighter as a sob escapes between his lip and he shakily whispers, "I'm scared."

"I know," I whisper back. "I am, too." At this point, I crack, starting to cry, too, and we hold each other tighter than before.

"If my tooth get bad, just so you know, I'm blaming you," Damon says after a few minutes of us crying.

"Ou, shut up," I say with a small smile - trust Damon to always ruin the moment - as I start pull out from our hug.

"What?" Jacob asks and I chuckle as I shake my head, "Oh, it's not you who I was talking to." I turn around to look at Damon who currently perched on Jacob's small TV. "I was talking to that asshole over there," I say as I point to Damon.

"You wound me Bella," he says as he put his wig over his heart and I shake my head.

I look back at Jacob to see his still dumbstruck, so I sigh as I go on to explain to Jake who Damon really is. After a few minutes his seem like he's catching up and then asks, "So, he's a vampire who was cursed by a witch to be a crow and you have some weird telepathic connection with him?" He shakes it off with a laugh. "Come on, be real with me Bella."

"Did his transition cause him to lose his brains or was his always like this?"

Ignoring Damon's comment, I say, "Jacob look in the mirror. You can turn into a wolf. Do you really think Damon's story is that unrealistic?"

His smile drops and sits down on his bed as all information I have told him starts to sink in. He looks up at me as he asks, "You're being serious?"

"Yes and that shit doesn't even begin to cover all things which have happened." I see he's about to ask more so I quickly say, "Please, Jake let's leave this for another day. I could really use a friend right now."


To my surprise, Jacob agreed and let it go. We agreed on staying inside and watching a movie. It seemed like those three did listen to me and got everything back in order because I got a phone call from Charlie, who didn't sound like he was onto something and asked where I was. Later on, we got tired of watching the movie (well, Damon got tired) and then fooled around, like we did when we were kids, accompanied by Damon's sarcastic comments, but he did crack some fun jokes which had us laughing on the floor.

Another surprise was Jacob and Damon getting along. It had a lot to do with a Damon not being an ass which came as I shock. If he had any snarky comments, I didn't hear them. He could have told them, considering the fact I would only hear them and could have chosen to hold back anything inappropriate, but he behaved, dare I say, well.

The night was perfect and I dreaded the moment when I needed to get back home. I never wanted this night to end but, unfortunately, I have school tomorrow and I can't keep postponing my responsibilities. When I got home, I ate some dinner Charlie's friend? Sue made. Charlie was interested in what made me want to start training. I said it was all the animal attacks, which is not far from the truth, and how it got me thinking it doesn't have to be only an animal who would attack me. We made arrangements we'll train three times a week; two during on working days and one on weekends.

After dinner, we said our goodnight and I went to the bathroom. When I get into the room, I see Damon on bed and I immediately blur out, "I'm scared."

"Okay," he says stretching out the word. "What are you afraid of?"

I take a deep breath as I say, "Today, I saw Jeremy was close to breaking down from the scene he came upon and I don't know what it is, but I wanted to break him and I did. I already made my point clear but some twisted part of me wanted them to be completely terrified of me. It wanted them to think of the worst when they saw me and I'm afraid if it's like this right now, what's going to be like in the future."

"It's going to be fine, trust me."

"It's not going to be fine, Damon!" I yell out if frustration. "Who could it be fine?!" I yell out angerly but you could also her a bit of helplessness.

"Okay, okay, just calm down and answer me this: Why did you fire your gun?"

"Because I didn't want her to hurt you."

"Why did you go to Jacob?"

"First it was to clear up everything from yesterday, but what I really needed was a reminder of who was I before all of this."

"Can you see it now?"

"What's there to see?" I ask a bit agitated seeing as this is going nowhere.

"You are a fighter Bella and a damn good one at that. You fought for me today and I bet this wasn't half of a fight you could pull out. Do you know why you felt satisfaction after what you did?"

I reluctantly nod my head; fearful of knowing the answer. "Because you did it. You succeed in protecting what you care about and you got to be in control when you made them fear you. Fear is one of the most powerful motivators, besides love, and if someone fears you, you can control them as you whish. And, despite all what had happened today, you still are you. You still get to be you but now you are better, stronger, because you succeed in beating the crap out of them and still hold onto yourself."

As he ends his speech, I burst into tears. I hadn't even realized what I did today. It's that feeling after you win something and you still haven't figured out you had won. I've been holding it in all day out of fear of being judged, by whom, I don't know. I didn't see me protecting Damon, all I could see was me setting Caroline on fire and shooting Elena. Guess, the only person judging me was me.

"Hey, there's no reason for you to cry. You looked like a goddess today."

I let out a laugh as I sniff. "Thank you, Damon," I tell him and kiss him on the top of his head.

He ruffles his feathers and then says, "Don't mention it. Trust me, I know all about that feeling of satisfaction of watching your enemy suffer. It's in our nature to feel it; human and vampire. There's no need to be ashamed about it."

"And thanks to you, I'm not," I tell him as I pull up the sheets to get into bed. And when I do, I look at Damon as I ask, "Why did you even attack Elena?"

He crooks his head and after a few moments, says, "I don't know. When she touched me, I just snapped and the rest of it is a blur, until Caroline showed up."

I nod my head in understanding and having nothing to add to it, I say, "Well then, goodnight Damon."

"Goodnight, my Athena." I chuckle at that one as close my eyes.

The rest of the night I had dreams of me as a child playing in the woods with Jacob and it gave me hope

Hope, that even in the midst of this craziness the Supernatural world has brought to us, we could still stay the same.


AN: And that's it. All I can say is I hope you liked it and thank you all for reading my story and feel free to leave a review even if you don't like it. It's always interesting to hear another point of view.

I whish you all a sunny and happy summer :)