A/N Here is my new story. It's my first time writing Kai so I apologize if it's bad. Anyway if you like it, please leave a review. If you don't like it, don't send me hate, just turn back.

I'd Kill To Be Closer

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You say, there's something wrong in my head, so I like to bleed

You say, i'm scaring you now, but I'm tired, from watching you sleep

I'd erase what you say, scrambled words in the way

But you can't take away, turn away, run away

Fuck with me

Don't say that it's over, i'd kill to be closer

Don't say that its over, you can't live without me

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Sociopath—a person with a personality disorder manifesting itself in extreme antisocial attitudes and behaviour.—"It is suggested that sociopaths can emotionally attach to others. The sociopath will still lack empathy and attachment toward the greater society and will not feel guilt in harming a stranger, or rebelling against laws. The sociopath will lie, manipulate and hurt others, just as the psychopath would, but can avoid doing so to the select few people they 'care' about."

— Psychcentral

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Chapter One—An Old Friend

"You've reached the handsome Salvatore. I can't take your call right now because i'm probably ignoring you or doing my full-time job, which is saving the world. If I like you, which isn't likely, leave a message, and i'll consider getting back to you."

"Damon!I swear to everything that is holy that if you ignore my call one more time, i'll find you and kick your ass."

The brunette was about to pull her phone from her ear, but her voice softened slightly."...and change your voicemail, it's getting old."

Amelia let a small smile crawl onto her face as she imagined the reaction she was going to get from Damon, who, she had just recently learned, had been somewhat dead for the past four mouths. When she had learned of what happened, she had instantly jumped into her car after packing a few things, and made her way from New York to Mystic Falls, where, she also learned, he had been for the past few years.

Loud music came from her 1969 Chevrolet Camaro as it pulled up outside the Salvatore boarding house, a sight the driver thought she'd never see again. The brunette in the driver's seat let out a mischievous laugh as she made their way out of the car and to the steps that led to the door, stopping at Damon's own 1969 Chevrolet Camaro.

"Greatest birthday present idea. Ever." Amelia mumbled.

His was blue, but hers was black, and Amelia smiled as she remembered the look on his face when she had handed him the keys. Light hazel eyes trailed over the hood of the car, and another silent laugh escaped her as she tapped the hood almost affectionately before flashing up to the door.

Leaning against the frame, she raised her hand and knocked a couple of times before waiting somewhat patiently. A few moments later, her head perked up in interest as the sound of footsteps hit her ears, and the sound of familiar mumbling.

"Coming! The first time someone knocks on the door, it must be my day."

Yeah, it's Damon.

Rolling her eyes as the elder Salvatore swore in Italian, something she understood perfectly, clearly hating his day so far, she straightened as the door opened."I see you're still driving around in the last birthday present I gave you, Salvatore."

"Amelia?"

She gave him her most cheeky smirk, observing him for a second. He looked tired and stressed, not the Damon she remembered, but Amelia opened her arms and gestured to herself."The one and only! Don't tell me you've forgotten about our deal? On December 16th, every twenty years, we visit one another."

Amelia winked up at him."...don't tell me you forgot about the most important date in your life, apart from my birthday, of course."

Damon's eyes widened, still in disbelief at seeing the person standing in front of him. He hadn't seen Amelia since the late nineties, and the last time had been on his birthday, when she and Damon had spent it in New York, the city they had ruled during the seventies.

He stood for a few seconds, not expecting to see who was standing in front of him then a wide grin tugged at his lips and before, unable to stop himself, he let out a loud laugh and pulled his friend into a tight embrace.

He kissed her on the cheek, happy to see a familiar face that he had, truthfully, missed over the years. The younger vampire by at least ten years, returned the hug, scrunching up her face childishly when he kissed her forehead.

"It's nice to see you too, Damon. Now, before anyone sees this and I ruin my reputation, let's go inside, shall we?"

The older vampire rolled his eyes as he gestured for her to enter."I never expected to see you around here, 'Mia. Small towns bore you. How did you find me?"

"You're not a hard man to find. I gave my word, and I keep them. Sometimes."

Damon responded by grabbing Amelia's hand, pulling her into the boarding house, kicking the door shut behind them. He heard Stefan's confused voice, along with Elena, Enzo, Caroline and Alaric's. He knew that Stefan recognised the voice, but it would take him a while to put a name to the face. For the first time that day, and in a long while, Damon smiled.

He had met Amelia around ten years after he had turned when he had been travelling. He had been missing Katherine and needed a friend, though he wound have never admitted it. The two had hit it off and were almost inseparable for a few years.

She filled the hole in his heart that he hadn't realised that he had missed, she was what kept him going, and Damon, though he didn't know it at the time, needed it. It reminded him of Stefan and Lexi, but Amelia actually accepted who he was when she found out.

But one day, there was an attack on her home after towns people started connecting the 'missing people', which had been Damon's fault, who was still learning control. She had gotten badly injured, and not wanting to lose his best friend, Damon had turned her. Then on, their bond had only strengthened.

They travelled the world more than once, and when separated, they would keep in touch by keeping to their promise. The date, December 16th had been the date Damon had turned her, so that they wouldn't forget. He taught her everything she knew, while Amelia taught Damon acceptance of himself.

"Damon? Who is it? We're kinda busy." Came Stefan's voice from the front room.

Amelia followed Damon into the front room, eyes trailing over the people in it, answering for the elder Salvatore."...an old friend."

"Emphasis on the old." Damon snarked.

Amelia took off her sunglasses, offering a kind smile to those who were occupying the couches."You're older than me. I've driven hours to see you, without stopping for food, by the way, and you mock me?"

"Well, it's better than not telling your best friend that you've been on vacation, isn't it?" She added, her voice losing humour.

Stefan's question was ignored as Amelia arched an eyebrow at Damon. Elena looked between them, noticing that Damon, instead of smirking, was beaming at the dyed red-head standing in front of them. Caroline and Enzo glanced at one another, torn between asking them who she was or just watching.

Alaric was sipping on his drink, trying not to ask Damon if this was another one of his 'friends with benefits'. Damon saw the worry in Amelia's eyes, and instantly knew that she had found out about his 'death.'

Something like that did travel throughout the vampire community quickly, and he felt somewhat guilty that he hadn't called her. It had totally slipped his mind. He'd been busy with Elena forgetting him, Bonnie being stuck on the other side, and not to mention a complete sociopath roaming the streets.

Juggling that, he was also trying to re-start his 'back from the dead' life.

"Cara mia,"Damon started softly, trying to calm her, her nickname making everyone snap their heads in his direction."I forgot to send out a tweet about that. There is no wifi in 1994 prison worlds, y'know?"

"How long have you been back?"When Damon didn't answer, Amelia turned to his guests, eyes landing on Enzo.

"How long has he been back?"

Amused at seeing Damon somewhat nervous, Enzo replied with eagerness."Over a month, love."

"Traitor!"Damon glared at Enzo."What happened to never leaving a man behind?"

Enzo ignored him, adding."But for what it's worth, he's constantly having brushes with death. There is a sociopath wanting his head on a stick right now and-"

"Yes, me! But i'll settle for cutting off the family jewels. Then taking back his car that I gave him. Both of which are his pride and joy."

"Amelia Germani! There is no need to get harsh." Damon scolded with a worried edge to his tone, taking a step back, eyes wide.

Enzo let out a loud chuckle, but quickly covered it with a cough when Damon sent him a glare. Amelia took a step towards Damon, who knew better than anyone that it was possible that her threat was serious. She stopped in front of him, and he held up his hands.

"Fine! I'm sorry, all right? The next time I die, get stuck in a prison world and come back, i'll make sure that you will be the first one to know about it, okay?"

Eyes landed on Amelia once more, who was quiet. She could read in between the lines. Damon truly did feel bad for not contacting her; she had been very protective of him ever since he had broken out of the Augustine prison. She had searched for him for the five years he had been gone, knowing that Damon wouldn't just disappear without a trace. Amelia stared at her sire, eyes blank for a moment before she stepped closer to him. She raised her hand, seemingly going to cup his cheek or hug him but what she did next made each person wince.

She slapped Damon across the face, the sound echoing throughout the room. He let out a long, painful groan, hand flying to rub the stinging skin."I forgot how much that hurts."

Stefan, Alaric, Caroline and Enzo chuckled while Elena flinched, narrowing her eyes."You shouldn't ha-"Elena started, but Damon shook his head.

"It's fine. I've gotten used to it. She can be the sweetest person in the world then be a hardcore bitch,"He said to the group, but there wasn't a trace of contempt in his voice. Instead, he just smirked at Amelia."I taught her well."

Amelia pointed at him, voice laced with hurt but relief at the same time."If you die again, i'll kill you."

Damon, rubbing his cheek, let out a laugh before he opened his arms once again."I missed you, too. Now, aren't you going to give your sire an over due hello?"

Amelia stared at him before she jumped into his arms and he caught her with grace as she buried her head in his shoulder. Damon laughed, not noticing the weird looks his friends and girlfriend was sending his way. Stefan frowned, wondering why he recognised her.

He had never met her before, but he was sure that he had heard her voice more than once. Caroline and Elena were looking at the two older vampires as if they didn't believe what they were seeing while Alaric and Enzo both looked amused.

Stefan, on the other hand, was confused. He narrowed his eyes as he tried to place her in his mind, and as Stefan wondered, the rest of the group just watched in silence.

"...cara Mia?" Stefan whispered, catching their attention. Amelia, now standing on her feet, looked over at Stefan, who was placing pieces of his puzzle together."When you died, I found your phone in your car, and one of the last texts you sent was to a cara mia.Was that h-"

"It was my birthday,"Amelia answered for Damon as she settled back onto her feet."I turned 158 and still look brilliant, am I right?"

"Now get me a drink. I've been on the road for hours."

Damon rolled his blue orbs before he did a mock bow."Yes, your highness."

Amelia smiled back at him, settling down next to Stefan on the couch across from the group, who were watching her every move. Caroline and Alaric both looked like they wanted to say something, most likely the same thing, but kept quiet, the blonde squirming in her seat. Damon sauntered over to his bar and poured a large glass of bourbon for the former brunette who was now a dark shade of red.

When he finished pouring hers, he worked on his own, also making his a large as he felt the change of atmosphere in the room. He re-filled the others' glasses, too after noticing their expressions. Everyone, mostly Caroline was bursting with questions, and it made him smirk.

"So, what happened to your brown locks? Got in with the rough crowd? Peer pressure?" He asked Amelia, sitting down next to her own the couch, handing her a drink.

"Shut up. I've been a brunette for almost two hundred years; I wanted a change. I think I look good. I'm right, aren't I?"

"It mirrors your face whenever you get pissed off."He snarked, making her hit him on the forearm, her ring making it sting a bit."But, it's not a total trainwreck."

He tugged on her long red strands, gulping down his drink. Caroline, who was close to shooting through the roof, suddenly yelled out in one breath."Who is she? Is she your ex because, sorry to tell you, he's sorta in a relationship. Have you slept together?! Who is she?"

Amelia and Damon's eyes widened, both sharing a look before they turned to Caroline. Elena nudged her friend's leg but looked interested as Alaric nodded, silently thanking the blonde for saying it while Enzo looked close to laughing at their faces.

"Where have you been hiding this one, mate? This town needs something to lighten it up." The Brit drawled, smiling at Amelia.

Damon glared warningly at his best friend and Caroline before answering."First of all, breathe in between words, Barbie. Second of all, Enzo, she is off limits. Not because I want her, but because she's like...my sister. Keep your British..."Damon waved his hand, as if brushing Enzo's words away from his friend."...voodoo charm away from her. Okay?"

"Me and Damon? Never. He's like...my brother." Amelia shook her head wildly, as if the idea disgusted her, which it did.

Damon was her best friend, the only father-like figure she'd ever had. He had taken care of her, protected her, taught her everything she knew while she had been a home for him. They had never been interested in each other that way and never would. They shook their heads before finishing their drinks at the same time. The elder Salvatore brother nodded in agreement with Amelia's words, the two of them rolling their eyes before shaking their heads at the group.

There had been people over the years who had assumed that they were a couple due to how close they were and how much time they spent together. Alaric looked shocked at their denial but mostly at how offended Damon looked at the suggestion that he had been more than friends with Amelia.

"Then how do you know her?" Elena asked, eyes flickering over the beauty beside Damon.

"Isn't it possible for me to know a girl without having slept with her?"

The entire group answered in unison."No."

"Then how do you know each other? Why haven't we heard about her? Why have you kept her a secret?" Elena asked, jealously in her voice but she tried to hide it.

"Like i've said, I see him as my older brother. Nothing more. Besides,"Amelia started, placing her empty glass on the table,"he's not my type."

"Look at this face. I'm everyone's type." Damon pointed at himself, making Amelia roll her eyes, the two forgetting about the others and their questions for a moment.

"Are you Jim Morrison or a young Axl Rose?"

"No," Damon replied simply.

"Then you're not my type. I wish I had turned them. They were so much fun and not just at drinking games."

"One, never speak like that around me ever again, and I mean never. Two, I'm hotter than both of those guys."

Amelia let out an un-lady like laugh and shook her head, denying Damon's words. The two had spent a lot of time with famous names during their trips together. It would be similar to Stefan's time with Bon Jovi, just with more fun. They would go to a lot of concerts, compel their way backstage before feeding on the groupies and fans that were there.

"HEY! It was a nice trip down memory lane, but you're getting off topic. Answers. Now!" Caroline ordered, hitting her hand on top of the table.

Amelia grabbed the bottle of Bourbon off of Damon's small bar and re-filled everyone's glasses. She gestured for him to tell the story while she, noticing that it could take a while, decided to drink out of the bottle instead. She let her gaze trail around the room, reading each person that was seated. She could feel uncertainly coming from Elena, who she had noticed first due to the picture of Katherine Pierce her sire had shown her more than once.

Then her gaze landed on Enzo and Amelia searched her brain, wondering why that name sounded very familiar to her but shrugged when she couldn't remember. Enzo, catching her looking over at him, tipped his glass in her direction with a smirk, causing Damon to glare at his close friend.

Damon, content when Enzo held up his hands, returned to his story.

"...i gave her my blood just as the townspeople managed to burn down her house. It was December 16th. Also the date we keep busy in our diaries every twenty years."

"So you have been useful in a fire, mate?" Enzo said when Damon finished.

"I thought we were over that? After I saved your life and all."He replied with a dull tone before turning back to the others."We travelled for a few years, killed a few hundred people, before separating. I stuck to New York while she went to Venice. But we always kept in touch, aside from the years I was locked up with Enzo, which she spent wondering if I was dead or not. She had looked for me and found me just after I turned off my humanity. She had hers turned off be-"

"..because my sire had fell off the face of the earth and I was worried." Amelia broke in, eyes angry when she remembered finding out about Damon being trapped.

"Yes, I remember because of that beating you gave me just before I spilled my gutys."He said softly, tapping her knee before taking charge again."We went on a rampage before splitting up just before Lexi came barging into my life. I didn't see her until at least the late eighties where we met up on December 16th, like always. Now, it's been twenty years, right?"

"About twenty years."

"How did you turn it back on?" Enzo asked curiously.

"About the late seventies after seeing that Damon was getting back to his usual self. He wasn't totally there, but was better than when we first met up after he broke out."

She then turned to her sire, a frown on her face."So I take it we're not going to Vegas? I had rooms booked at the Mandarin Oriental and have taken out over $15,000 for the Fremont Casino. Remember how much we won last time? The money isn't problem because, let's face it, vampires are usually filthy rich, but it's the principal."

Amelia's lower lip jutted out, and she let out a long tired sigh. All eyes turned to Damon, who's gaze was now on Amelia, who had stolen his drink after finishing the rest of the bottle."I've got a friend stuck over in a 1994 prison world. There is a crazy ass witch running around, y'know? Wanting to kill us all. I've gotten my ass kicked more than once by him. Much more...lively than Las Vegas."

"You have friends besides me?" Damon looked over at Enzo and nodded, but Amelia could see that the friend he had mentioned met something to him."

...and there is someone wanting to kill you?"

"It's a long story which will be discussed over a lot more drinks. We were trying to come up with plans before you came in."

Damon nodded in agreement with Alaric, and he saw true concern replace the annoyed expression Amelia had previously been wearing. Amelia could see the worry in his eyes when he had mentioned the 'friend' that was trapped somewhere. She couldn't speak for the others in the room but when she looked at Damon, really looked at him, he didn't seem like the Damon she remembered.

He had changed, and she wasn't sure if it was better or worse. Amelia went quiet as she thought about her options. Her first reaction was to grab her best friend and drag him out of the town, away from the danger and leave the others to care for it. She was selfish that way and, despite what others thought, was proud of it.

But she could see that Damon cared.

"Fine," Amelia whispered.

"Fine, what? You'll stay and help the light of your life, or you'll leave and Skype to see if i'm dead or not?"

"I'll stay, but if we're not dead in a few months once this is over, you're making it up to me by taking me to Vegas."

"I'll even take you to New York after Las Vegas," Damon promised with a nod, happy that they had another helping hand.

"It's a date. Now, where am I sleeping?"

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