So this is my first fanfiction. I've edited this about three times and this is my final version. I am editing the chapters after this one last time before adding a new chapter. I finally got my computer back and well I'll be working on several other fandom fanfics too. I hope to make a Supernatural, Teen Wolf, and Reign fanfic soon. Anywho, all characters except my ocs belong to CW and all that yada yada blah, blah, blah. Read and review por favor! It makes me happy to have your input. This fanfic will eventually down the line split into two stories one where my oc stays with Damon and the other will go into The Originals as if she left with Klaus. Anyway enjoy!

I groaned in protest, not in the mood to be waking up with a splitting headache. The sound of shoes clicking against wooden floors wasn't helping that headache. I rolled over snuggling the warm cushions as I clung to sleep. Wait a second. Cushions and floors? This is so not our den. How the hell did someone find me after all these months? Who took me and just where the hell am I? All these questions ran through my mind as I sat up, my heart racing in my chest. My head twisted and turned, taking in my foreign surroundings. I was in an old worn down house that was once an elegant home. The dusty walls once painted a creamy off-white color were chipping here and there. The sound of doors opening and closing caught my attention. Someone else is here. I took a deep, calming breath. No need to panic, right? I glanced down at myself, thanking the heavens above that I was clothed. However, I don't recall digging my clothes out of my den and getting dressed. So whoever kidnapped me, dressed me? Well this is awkward. Not to mention there was a coat of dirt and grass stains gracing my clothes and skin. Living in the wilderness for months as an animal didn't really make every day bathing accessible.

"Help please," an eerily familiar voice breathed out as the footsteps grew closer. Why did that voice strike me with the feeling of annoyance? That wasn't necessarily important at the moment, but whoever was here was probably in the next room over.

"What do you want?" the voice questioned weakly. Obviously the people who brought me here weren't the good guys or detectives that had been searching for me ever since I ran away. I could only pray that whoever took me wasn't some kind of serial killer. I sniffed the air for any familiar scents, but I couldn't get past the smell of the rotting structure of the house. Although, I caught a hint of the metallic aroma of blood hanging in the air. I'm guessing that whomever my kidnapper just brought back is injured.

"Shhhhh." a male's voice shushed. Creepy much. Either he didn't want to wake me or he had a partner in crime.

"Please, I'm hurt." Whelp that pretty much explains the bloody scent.

"I know, just one taste." he assured and I felt myself shiver at the hidden threat behind his words. The girl screamed, her heart racing in her chest. What the hell is going on in there? This seriously seems like some horror movie crap.

"Trevor! Control yourself." A very stern woman chastised making me jump in surprise. I got up slowly from the couch to find out exactly what was going on. I tip-toed softly and soundlessly across the floors. Being barefoot all the time was actually a good thing in this situation. It helped a lot. As I moved closer I could hear more of what was going on in the other room. I stopped just outside the closed wooden door, eavesdropping on the other occupants.

"Buzz kill." The guy stated dryly, with a hint of bitterness in his tone, in retaliation for being made a fool. His ego was effectively cut in half. I couldn't blame him though, what crazy kidnapper wouldn't be embarrassed when chastised in front of their victim.

"What do you want with me?" the girl questioned and suddenly I could place the voice. The recognition hit me like a ton of bricks and I could literally slap myself for not being able to identify the other victim earlier. It was the bane of my existence, my half-sister, Elena. My brow furrowed in confusion now. Why would anyone kidnap her? She was Miss Goody Two Shoes after all while I earned the title as Wild Child.

"My god you look just like her." The woman said while ignoring my sister's question. Were they talking about me? I couldn't wrap my head around any bad blood, bad enough to get me kidnapped. For Pete's sake I hadn't been anywhere near civilization for months now. I steered clear of people and anything to do with them.

"But I'm not. Please whatever-"My half-sister started in a pleading voice.

"Be quiet."

"But I'm not Katherine. My name is Elena Gilbert. You don't have to do this." My sister finished completely disregarding the woman's stern tone. Katherine? Why does that name bring my ancestor Katerina Petrova to mind? According to my adoptive mother I was the spitting image of her except for the slightest differences caused by my biological father's genes. My father named me after her, Willow Katerina Petrova. I guess he wanted me to keep a bit of my heritage, I kept more than just a bit though.

"I know who you are. I said be quiet."

"What do you want?" Elena questioned before someone got slapped and a thud reached my ears. I gently pushed the door, opening it to see exactly what happened. It creaked, like most old doors do, and I froze instantly. The noise attracted the attention of pixie-haired brunette and I was caught red handed when she looked in my direction. I mentally cursed old, creaky houses with their creaky doors. Her leaf green gaze ran over me as I stepped out into the room from my hiding place behind the door. I paused in my steps glancing over to Elena who had been thrown back onto the couch behind her. The couch was a dark crimson color with baize designs running over it. Well at least the couch looked better than the green and gold one I had been laying on. Running my eyes over my sister I saw the blood stain on the shoulder of her pink blouse. The blood looked dry which meant it wasn't from the woman staring me down at the moment. No human could have thrown Elena back onto the couch with just a slap. Whatever that woman and her partner were was strong and deadly, but I wasn't afraid at all. I probably should be pretty scared but oh well. Pixie turned her glare back on my sister after she realized I was going to keep my mouth shut. Unlike my sister, I knew when to shut up.

"I want you to be quiet." she spat in a harsh yet beautiful voice, sounding similar to a fussy toddler wanting a toy. Elena was knocked unconscious from the blow she took. Rose walked away, leaving me and Elena alone. Oh joy, of all the people I could've been kidnapped with it just had to be Elena. I walked over to the couch to get a better look at my sister. She didn't look dead. I heaved a sigh, not of relief exactly but a bit of frustration. I might despise her very existence but I couldn't have her dying on my watch. There was nothing better to do and I was tired so I relaxed back into the couch with my knees pressed against my chest as I rested my head and arms on them. I drifted off after a little while. I had no clue what they were but I had a feeling that they might be vampires. All I could do for now is wait. I mean really I was only kidnapped by some supernatural occurrence. What seemed like just a few minutes ended up being a couple hours as someone shook me awake. When I opened my eyes, I came face to face with the mirror image of myself. We weren't identical, because we came from different fathers as far as I knew. Plus she was a year older. The only true difference in our appearance was our eyes and height. Her eyes were a warm brown while mine were similar to a rainbow. I also tended to dye my hair a black cherry color to keep us from looking alike. Sadly, it had begun to fade out from my months in the forest.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly, keeping my voice down. She smiled sadly and nodded. This was the first time I had seen her in months considering I ran away after our mother's death. There was no way I would stay with Aunt Jenna or Uncle John. It's not like I could go home to my adopted mother either since she had died shortly before the car accident with Elena. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in for a sisterly embrace. I groaned in irritation and pushed her back. Did she not get the signs? I didn't like being touched or being around her. I didn't like her.

"Don't worry Stefan and Damon will save us. I promise." she assured as I arched a brow at her in confusion. The realization hit her that I didn't have a clue who she was talking about. I must've missed a lot during my absence. "C'mon." She took my hand in her own and pulled my reluctant self up from the couch.

"Um, I don't think Pixie-Dust wants us snooping around." I warned cautiously when she tried to tug me after her. She was a good 5'6" while I on the other hand was 5'2" which was infuriating. I hated being the short one. I grumbled and let her pull me through the old house in search of our captors. We made our way through a hall that was lit by bulbs on wire, sort of like Christmas lights, and wrapped around the structure of a chandelier. I almost walked into Elena's back as she stopped. I peeked around her to see the brunette beauty in an old library or study. Pixie stood across the room at a table littered with books. I didn't take her for a bookworm.

"Why are we here?" Elena inquired with annoyance lacing every word. Obviously she had missed the lesson learned by being slapped in the face earlier.

"You keep asking me questions like I'm going to answer them." The suspected vampire replied as she walked across the room towards a boarded window. It seemed as if boards weren't the only things being used to block the rays of sunlight. I made out the shape of a canvas over one of the many windows. The poor house's beauty was utterly ruined.

"Why won't you?" Elena countered as I stood there awkwardly bouncing on the balls of my feet. I chewed my inner cheek, glancing over at Pixie-Vamp.

"That's another one." She stated as she picked up another board for the window.

"You got us, okay it's not like we can go anywhere. The least you could do is tell me what you want from us." Elena ranted with purpose. I wanted to know why I was dragged into this mess, although I knew it had something to do with whatever Elena had been up to during my absence.

"I personally want nothing. I'm just a delivery service." the woman answered as Elena took a step into the room. I stayed in my spot placing my hand against the wall when a wave of light headedness came over me. My breath escaped me, but I sucked in a deep breath to calm myself. I hadn't eaten in days. I was on an unsuccessful hunting trip when I woke up here. The lack of nutrition was catching up to me. Damn I was starving. My stomach growled and I glared at it until it quieted.

"A delivery to who? Elijah?" Elena questioned, making me confused once more. I looked over to Elena in suspicion, apparently she was snooping while I was asleep. I can't believe that she really left me alone with that Trevor guy around the house.

"Two points to the eavesdropper." she chuckled dryly as she moved old, worn books around on the tables in the room. My suspicions have been confirmed, thank you Pixie. Elena walked further into the room while I stayed glued in place. I was tense around these vampires or whatever they were. The animalistic side of me wanted to run. I was out numbered if I tried to take them on and Elena was just a burden.

"Who is he? Is he a vampire?" Elena questioned as she walked closer to the other brunette. Well that answers my questions about what they are. My eyes narrowed, glaring at my sister from behind. She knew about the vampires. It was definitely her fault I was here. My jaw clenched as I resisted the urge to just ditch her. I had a fighting chance at escaping if I didn't have to take her with me.

You should leave her. Just remember everything she's put you through. She's just going to drag you back to Mystic Falls if you stay. I can't, no matter how much I hate her. They'll kill her.

"He's one of the vampires. The Originals." she answered while moving some other book. "The Originals" sounds a little overrated and made up just for intimidation terms. They're probably really old and ugly like those ancient vampires in the movie Underworld.

"What do you mean the Originals?" Elena pressed for information as my musings came to a halt.

"Again with the questions. Haven't the Salvatores been teaching you vampire history?" The vampire inquired sarcastically while flipping through the pages of a book. My hatred for Elena grew with each word. Not only did she know of vampires but she was associating with them as if they were friendly creatures. I sighed in frustration at my sister's stupidity. I had left Mystic Falls not only to escape living with the bane of my existence, but to take care of my own supernatural problems. Truly I should've paid more attention to those drunken lectures Bonnie's grandmother used to give us.

"So you know Stefan and Damon?"

"I know of them. A hundred years back a friend of mine tried to set me up with Stefan. She said he was one of the good ones. More of a sucker for the bad boys though. But I digress." the vampire answered. Elena was most definitely playing with fire befriending these vamps. Did she not know how dangerous these creatures were? I was pretty bad ass, but vampires had to be a lot worst. I scowled at my sister. I made my way into the room and settled myself against the wall, sliding down to the floor. It's been so long since I've been cooped up in a house and now I was fidgety from boredom.

If being kidnapped by two psychotic vampires is boring. I'd love to see your version of exciting. That's not what I meant. It's just boring not being able to hunt, run, and be free. Plus you'd know what I find exciting anyway, you're me remember?

"Who are the Originals?" Elena pressed and I looked up as the pixie vampire turned to face Elena. I had to admit the chick was attractive in her brown leather jacket and tight flare jeans. I think I forgot to mention that I swing both ways, but that's not important. I tuned in when she looked like she was about to say something remotely important.

"Trevor and I have been running for over five hundred years. We're tired. We want it over. We're using you to negotiate ourselves out of an old mess." she answered simply as she watched Elena and then her light green eyes darted over to me. I fidgeted under her gaze but luckily Elena caught her attention once more. As long as I stayed quiet they didn't really acknowledge me. Which is a good thing because they'll underestimate me.

"But why us?" Elena asked in confusion. Jeez, my sister could really kill you with her interrogations. I picked at my clothing which was pretty muddy and torn considering I lived in the woods and slept in a den made up of dirt and grass. When that bored me I turned my attention to drawing shapes in the layer of dust that coated the floor.

"Because you two are Petrova doppelgangers. You're the key to breaking the curse." My head snapped up at the sound of my last name and the word curse. Oh I had a curse alright. Its name was Elena Gilbert. My brows furrowed when I glanced up at her. She had always ruined any happiness I had in life. Now I was dragged into some wacko vampire mumbo jumbo and it was all thanks to her.

"Curse? The Sun and Moon curse." Elena wondered out loud and really I was truly questioning what the hell my sister had gotten us dragged into. She obviously knew a whole lot more about what was going on. I mentally cursed her very existence.

"Oh, so you do know your history." Pixie vamp returned as she rolled her eyes at Elena. I was still just sitting there, fidgeting and stressed.

"What do you mean we're the key?" Again with the questions dear sister this is just making me more confused and frustrated. Rawr! I growled in annoyance feeling quite useless and out of the circle right now. Running away could do that to you.

The wilderness and life I had after I ran away wasn't bad at all. I felt free. All the pain I'd faced in my life just faded away out there. My pack was somewhere out there waiting for me to come back with a kill. Meg, Cas, Moose, and Deano. Those four had been with me ever since I lost my adopted mother and my half-siblings on my father's side. No one has found the source of the fire that killed them, but I had this dark pit in my stomach that told me it might be my fault. They got me through the initial shock of being a druid from a long line of powerful druids. I had learned barely anything about being a druid since it was my father's lineage and he had died when I was young. I was greater than any witch. Druids are more interlaced with nature than witches. Some family lines are so close to nature that they possess the ability to shift. However, many of those lines have started to die out over the centuries. I was the last remaining descendant of the only druid line left that could shift. I could become many animals if I wanted, but I focused on the animal forms that bonded well with my soul. Those forms consisted of a wolf, a fox, and a panther. I huffed in my bored confusion and lay my head on my knees. I was drawn back into the ongoing conversation shortly after doing so.

"No, the moonstone is what binds the curse. Sacrifice is what breaks the curse." said the pixie vampire explained. I had tuned out some of their conversation and as a result I was kind of lost, but that was nothing new.

"Sacrifice?" Elena questioned, looking as puzzled as I was. My head perked up from its relaxed position on my knees. Who's being sacrificed? It better not be me, because at no point did I sign up for this. Elena maybe, but not me. I wanted no part in any of this vampire mumbo jumbo.

"The blood of the doppelganger. You two are the doppelgangers. Which means in order to break the curse you two have to die. Obviously both of you are required considering one has more of the doppelganger blood than the other." Pixie answered with a slight attitude in her voice. Really she sounded like she had all the answers. I wonder if her real name is Google. However she seemed a tad bit reluctant with giving any answers. Maybe she was Google on a bad internet connection. Anyhow, I was most definitely reluctant to dying for breaking some stupid curse.

"I'm hungry. I need food right now." I complained as they stood there staring each other down for a moment. Elena was taking in all of the information and pixie was staring her down. Well, I have officially failed at getting food and their attention. Trevor, strolled back into the room and I glared at him. He better not try to attack me like he had Elena. If he did I would have to kick his vampire ass into next week.

Elena upon ignoring my request for food told the vampire chick to tell her more. Grrr. Why does everyone ignore me? I'm starving over here!

Yet another reason why you should just ditch her. You, no we haven't eaten in days. What kind of person would I be if I left my sister to die for a cheeseburger? You'd be a person with a full belly. You're terrible. We're one in the same, dearie. Shut up. I can't hear them over you and my growling stomach.

"Captivity's made her pushy, eh? What do you want to know doppelicious?" Trevor taunted placing his hands on his hips. In my opinion he was far too cocky for a vampire in a mess with the oh so scary Originals. It didn't matter if he was even the tiniest bit attractive. I still wanted to punch him in the face.

"Who are you running from?" Elena asked as Trevor finished placing yet another chunk of wood over a window with rays of light streaming through it. He turned and walked towards her with the answer.

"The Originals."

"Yea, she said that but what does that mean?" Elena pressed. Obviously the Originals were powerful and that interested me. I still pondered what they looked like. Ugly or attractive? Old looking or young? Oh maybe an ancient accent? Accents are always interesting and depending on the country, attractive. However, finding out the answer was potentially deadly. Yeah, just a tad bit deadly.

"The first family." he answered as he kicked some of the books lying on the floor. "The Old World. Rose and I pissed them off."

Rose hummed her disagreement. Well Pixie had a real name other than Google. It was a pretty name, too.

"Correction, I pissed them off. Rose had my back and for over half a millennium they've wanted us dead." Trevor corrected himself as he walked around before picking up a book and tossing it on the floor near Elena's feet. Elena flinched back from the book. Wow, that was a long time to be running from someone. His story made it very obvious how persistent these Original people could be. It also showed just how loyal some people could be. I had to admit that Rose was probably the most trustworthy person in the room.

"What did you do?" Elena inquired while glancing down at the book for moment. Her head turned towards Rose when she answered.

"He made the same mistake countless others did." Rose replied, her tone was judgy and bitter. I lay my head on my arms after I propped them up on my knees. A yawn parted my lips. Man was I tired. My head was hurting from trying to process the whole situation. Not only that but I was feeling weak from my lack of food. I closed my eyes, praying that nothing extreme would happen while I rested my eyes for a few moments. All I needed was a moment or two. I must have dozed off completely because when I awoke for the third time that day I was back on the crimson couch curled up into the arm. How I got there I don't recall, but Elena was sitting on the other side of the couch. My ears picked up on the sound of crackling paper when she moved her hand. I must've missed the rest of vampire story time. Rose was picking up a bag to leave after this so called delivery was done and over with. I could only hope that Elena's friends got here in time. Rose placed the duffle bag in an elegant chair as Trevor came rushing into the room. He looked frightened out of his wits. I bit my lip watching him cautiously.

"He's here!" Trevor said panicking as he entered the room. "This was a mistake." His fear was filling the room, I could smell it and practically tastes it.

Could these Originals really be worthy of their feared reputation or were they just a joke? Well we're about to find out. I'm really rooting for the latter. You and me both. Let'ssee what we're up against.

"No I told you I would get us out of this. You have to trust me." At least she was attempting to calm him down. I wish I had a human friend that was loyal like Rose, instead I could only find that loyalty in my pack.

"No, he wants me dead Rose!" Trevor argued, pacing back in forth. His aura was glowing an autumn orange color with fear.

Did I forget to mention that I am sensitive to the emotions of others and I see them as a glowing aura? It's creepy but at the same time we'll know if someone wants to kill us. I kind of feel bad for these two. They're offering you up to an Original vampire as a sacrifice and you're pitying them? Point made. I thought so.

In all honesty I felt bad for Rose. If this Elijah guy didn't take the peace offering then she was dead meat simply, because she was loyal to a foolish vampire. I couldn't feel bad for Trevor since he was the cause of this whole mess and dragged a good friend down with him. Trevor at least deserved whatever he was expecting from this Elijah character.

"But he wants them more." Rose countered, making a good point as she gestured to us. She was confident that this deal would save their lives. She was sure that the lives of the doppelgangers were worth much more than Trevor's misdoings and disloyalty.

"I can't do this. You give them to him. He'll have mercy on you, but I need to get out of here." Trevor sputtered out as Rose grabbed him. She caught his gaze with her green one.

"Hey, what are we?" she questioned, cupping his face in her hands. I watched as her calm aura reached out towards his in a soothing embrace. It was truly incredible how much they cared for each other.

"We're family. Forever." At this I felt an envy for their closeness. It reminded me of my pack, the only friends I had now. The thought of my failed relationships with Elena and her side of the family came to mind too. I could probably work on my relationship with Aunt Jenna and Jeremy after all of this. Maybe I could pay them a visit to let them know that I was alive. Hopefully they would call off the search for me if I did that. However, there was little chance of me forming a close relationship with Elena. In all truth Elijah had a better chance at befriending me than she did. A loud knock echoed off the wooden surface of the front door effectively making me and every vampire in the room jump. Oh, how I hate unexpected noises.

"You're scared." Elena observed as she leaned forward on the couch. I couldn't tell if that gave her a feeling of confidence or if that added to her internal fear. Her heart was racing much like my own.

"Stay here with them and don't make a sound." Rose instructed before leaving the room at a hurried pace. Trevor fidgeted nervously as he glanced over at Elena and me. Every fiber of my being was on high alert. My instincts were screaming flight, but I couldn't run.

I couldn't leave Elena.

We waited silently as I heard the front door creep open. They were talking but I couldn't focus on that. My main goal was to stay in control and at the moment it required all of my will power to stay in this room awaiting my fate, our fate.

Elena grabbed my hand, catching my attention as she gestured for me to hide behind the couch. In order to pull this off I had to calm my racing heart with a slow, deep breath. Their footsteps were close and Elena stood up preparing to face him, pacing back and forth. Worried was an understatement at this point. I honestly thought my sister's face would freeze in that worrisome expression. Trevor looked at the entrance as they drew closer and I took the opportunity to swiftly jump behind the couch, sliding down until I was out of sight.

Did I mention that I haven't exactly mastered the whole animal shifting thing? Yeah, it's a little defective at the moment. You need to control your temper before you'll master anything. Yeah, yeah it's all about discipline Yoda. May the force be with you.

I really should work on my druid skills strictly because I couldn't let anyone see me like that. They would just assume that I'm a monster. I'm not a monster or a werewolf like most would assume. Back to more important matters, I breathed out a slow, shaky breath shifting position until I could see around the couch.

Rose entered first with a very handsome man waltzing in right behind her, sporting a designer suit. He looked more sophisticated and sexy than I expected. Especially, in that suit with his almond brown bangs pushed to the side. Elijah paused, a stunned look crossing over his face before suddenly he disappeared.

Damn he's one hot and dapper vampire. That's all you got out of his entrance. Well he's fast too. He's also about to bite your sister or something along those lines.

In less than a second he stood in front of Elena. He leaned down toward my sister's neck. My whole body tensed ready to attack, but I fought done those urges, rising to my feet.

"Leave her alone!" I growled, he immediately stopped. His fixed gaze settled on me as my jaw clenched. If he was going to kill me at least I'd go down fighting. Elijah was in front of me in the blink of an eye. Wait, when did he get there. Holy snap, crackle, pop! My breath caught in my throat he was so tall and so close. Originals have definitely earned their reputation over short people like me.

"Human," He whispered his voice sending shivers down my spine as I tried to avoid looking up at him. Elijah leaned down as I took a step back from him until his hand gripped my waist. He was so close as he leaned down into my neck that I could feel his warm breath ghosting across my skin. He raised back up. His other hand came up, gently gripping my chin, holding it between his thumb and index finger as he forced my eyes to meet his own. "It's impossible." He mused sounding surprised. "Hello there."

Oh his voice was so dreamy and old English too. Careful you might embarrass us drooling over him. I'm just admiring the view, it's a very nice view. I couldn't disagree even if I tried. The way he said "hello there" could potentially be the sexiest and cutest thing ever. You do realize he's probably going to kill us, like now. Damn shame.

"Let me go." I commanded, but my voice sounded small and nowhere near intimidating. It came out more like a plea. There was this sexy, dapper man, standing before me and I would be grateful if it weren't for the fact he was going to sacrifice me. His fingers were gentle as they trailed along my clenched jaw.

"How curious." There was a forlorn tone in his voice as if he were remembering someone. I closed my eyes, praying that Elena's so-called friends would hurry up. "Open your eyes." He commanded gently in that oh so attractive accent, but he was still going to potentially kill me. I had to keep reminding myself of that tad bit of information, but under different circumstances I could listen to him talk all day long. Who ever thought someone so beautiful would be the death of me? The purr a car engine, most likely a classic Chevrolet Camaro, brought me out of my inner musings. The car was driving up the gravel driveway to the house it seemed. Whoever it was could either be our saviors sent by Elena or back up for Elijah. His grip on my chin tightened and I realized I had gotten distracted from his order.

My eyes fluttered open giving me a closer look at his features. He had a strong jaw, warm brown eyes, and the cutest chin. He examined my features fingers trailing over my cheekbones to my lips. I moved my gaze back to his and he paused for a moment. He was staring at my abnormally colored eyes when I sensed confusion in his aura. He must have noticed the differences between Elena and I or he had heard the car.

"It'd be nice if you'd let go of my face." I growled in fake irritation. I might have enjoyed his attention if it wasn't in this situation. However, I was feeling terribly uncomfortable under his such a focused gaze. My attitude must have gotten to him, because he none-too-gently grabbed my arm and tugged me alongside him until Elena and I stood side by side.

"Now we have a long journey ahead of us, we should be going." he stated as if Elena and I would just agree. Of course Elena just had to start the water works in her eyes and she looked to Rose and Trevor for help.

"Please just don't let him take me." Elena pleaded as I reached for her hand and held it comfortingly.

Wait a minute, she totally left me out. Shouldn't she have said "us"? One of the many reasons that you hate her. I should've ditched her when I had the chance. Love to say I told you so.

This moment would have possibly brought us closer together if she wasn't so selfish. It was all about saving her. Really, the only reason I kept holding her hand was to make sure that she wasn't going to ditch me.

"One last piece of business. Then we're done." Elijah stated as he turned to face Trevor and Rose. Trevor was still glowing a radiant orange aura that grew brighter with every step Elijah took towards him. There was a good chance Rose would walk away from this transaction, but I highly doubted that Trevor would get pardoned.

"I've waited so long for this day, Elijah. I'm truly, very sorry" Trevor's voice was emotional as he struggled to face Elijah. The horrified look in Trevor's eyes actually made me pity him for a moment. Elijah walked around Trevor, circling him like prey. I could tell that this was not going to be a happy ending. I didn't know whether to cover my eyes or keep watching the events unfolding before me.

"Oh your apology's not necessary." Elijah said nonchalantly. He grew scarier by the minute and for some odd reason I didn't fear him. Elijah was the definition of a menace to Trevor and anyone else that dared to betray him, but he didn't kill for the hell of it.

"Yes. Yes, it is. You trusted me with Katerina and I failed you." Trevor confessed with Elijah pacing beside him. It resembled the moment just before a predator strikes. It held that tensed killing intent like a coil about to be set free.

"Well yes, you are the guilty one. Rose aided you because she was loyal to you, now, that I honor. Where was your loyalty?" Elijah questioned Trevor as all of us stared at Elijah in tense silence. Elijah had stopped in front of Trevor and my grip tightened around Elena's hand. Elijah was going to kill him now in front of us. Trevor futilely begged the Original for forgiveness.

"So granted." were the words that made Elena and I stop and stare in shock. Trevor smiled just before Elijah moved his hand at an invisible speed and suddenly Trevor's head was rolling on the marble floor. He had seriously just slapped a guy's head off. Rose cried out and doubled over in shock as she stared with wide eyes. Elena covered her mouth as she watched the scene unfold. My jaw dropped.

Damn. Let's not get on any Originals' bad side. Noted.

Rose started down the small set of stairs in fury and grief. I don't know who I felt worse for: Trevor or Rose. At least it was quick for Trevor, but poor Rose was now friendless.

"Don't, Rose, now that you are free," He said almost nonchalantly. It was as if killing Trevor didn't affect him in the slightest. Elijah's gaze fell on Elena and me once more. I knew that Elena was absolutely horrified while I was just shocked. He held his hand out to me and we stepped back. "Come." He ordered, but there was no way in hell that I was just going to follow him to my death.

"No, what about the moonstone?" Elena sputtered out quickly. His calm faltered and he paused for a moment before us. Elena was pushed slightly behind me as he approached. He looked at me curiously before turning his gaze back to Elena.

"What do you know about the moonstone?" Elena's lips were parted as she tried to form words to keep him stalled.

"I know that you need it. And I know where it is." She finally got the words out as a small smile graced his oh so sexy lips.

Really, I need to focus on the fact that he's going to kill us, not the fact that he is so attractive. That would be in our best interest. It would, but damn he's unf.

"Yes?" his voice held a questioning tone, asking her to go on.

"I can help you get it." Elena continued as he watched her closely. She gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Tell me where it is." he countered and I couldn't resist. My lips moved on their own to defy him.

"It doesn't work that way." I countered with a confident tone as I stepped fully in front of Elena. The animalistic side of me was pretty defiant. After all I'm the alpha of my pack and well he was challenging my position or at least that's how part of me saw it. I glared up at him. He looked down at me and must have been contemplating my bold move to challenge him. However, he seemed amused and humored by my boldness.

"Are you negotiating with me?" he taunted as he crossed his arms and turned to look at Rose.

"It's the first I've heard of it." she ground out with watery eyes as Elena and I cast her a sympathetic look. He grabbed my arm once more and easily moved me away from Elena. I chewed my inner cheek to keep my temper from flaring. Gah, I wanted to punch him no matter how good looking he is. He glanced over her as if searching for something.

"What is this vervain doing around your neck?" he questioned in annoyance when he grabbed Elena's necklace and tore it from her neck. He threw it onto the floor and I noticed how tense she became. What was so important about her necklace? He grabbed her hair and she gripped his forearm with a gasp of pain. I felt helpless as I stepped back. Rose gestured for me to just let it be. She knew going against him was a lost cause. Elijah forced Elena to face him with a tug of her hair and stared into her eyes. I watched in stunned shock as he questioned her about the whereabouts of the moonstone and she answered him robotically. What happened to Plan Negotiation? That was our leverage she was giving up. Just then the sound of glass shattering caught everyone's attention.

"What is that?" Elijah questioned Rose.

"I don't know." she answered her voice still cracked from crying.

"Who else is in this house?" He asked and she replied the same. I inched closer to my sister and flinched when Elijah grabbed us both and pulled us along with him. We were ushered into the foyer where a fancy old staircase was placed. Rose trailing right behind us. Elijah's grip on our upper arms never let up. It was going to bruise if he didn't let up a little on my end.

Someone circled around us, moving at the same speed Elijah had moved at earlier. Whoever it was had to be a vampire. Elijah threw Elena and me over to Rose only I stumbled landing at her feet.

"Ow, you jerk that was so not gentlemanly." I whined as I picked myself up before that presence speed around us again.

"Rose," Elijah's tone was threatening. Still sexy, but deadly.

"I don't know who it is," Rose said, telling the honest truth. Her face showed her fear and confusion. Once more the air whipped around us as that presence circled us.

"Up here," a male voice said from the top of the stairs. By the look on Elena's face alone I could tell it was her vampire friends.

Elijah did his vampire speed thingy and raced up the stairs. It was pretty cool that vampires moved so fast. At the same time it just made them a stronger opponent.

"Down here," The voice was sensual, taunting as it called out. My insides melted on the spot. He might not have an accent, but hot damn. Oh please be the knight in shining armor not the devil, however, I had a feeling this man was indeed some form of the devil. I glanced around in search of the voices as did the rest of the group.

Elijah stared down at us from the stairs. Suddenly a wooden stake shot through Elijah's left hand and I winced. Oh, that one must've hurt him. I couldn't look as Elijah angrily pulled the stake out of his hand. I wasn't even the one with a stake in my hand and I struggled to breathe from the mere idea of one being in my skin. I glanced around when I realized I was alone, other than Elijah on the stairs. Way to go guys, just leave me here with an angry Original! Totally should've ditched Elena. I'm really starting to agree with that.

"Excuse me. To whom it may concern, you're making a great mistake if you think you can beat me. You can't. Do you hear that?" Elijah came down the steps and I froze up thinking that he might take his anger out on me. If they were still here there was no doubt they could hear Elijah's voice. He walked by me as he spoke. I heard wood snapping and spun around to see what exactly he was doing. He was making a stake out of an old coat rack. How clever. "I repeat, you cannot beat me. So I want both the girls, I'm gonna count to three or heads will roll. Do we understand each other?"

"I'll come with you, just please don't hurt my friends, they just wanted to help us out," Elena said as she came out of hiding and stood at the center of the staircase. Well at least she didn't completely leave me here with crazy, sexy, killer vampire. She's up to something. She's so going to get us all killed.

"What game are you playing with me?" Elijah questioned coldly, not amused by the situation at hand. Elijah flashed up the stairs with the coat rack stake in his hands. Elena gasped, shocked by his speed as she backed away with her arms wrapped around her.

I took the opportunity to pick up one of the metal hooks he had broken off from the rack. I chunked it at him, a smirk gracing my lips as Elena's eyes widened. I wasn't gonna let her steal all the thunder in this situation.

"Hey you!" I called as he turned around and caught the hook, discarding it afterwards. With his back turned to Elena she pulled out some sort of grenade and threw it at him. It exploded in his face just as he turned back towards her. Elijah cowered into the railing, away from the blast as Elena took cover. A sizzling sound reached my ears as he released a cry of agony. He started up the stairs toward my sister, furious with her. I made a run for him. No vampire was gonna lay a hand on my sister after we had a tag-team moment. He turned just as I reached him. Without a moment's hesitation he sent me flying across the foyer. A cracking sound echoed through the house when my body slammed into the front doors. All the air escaped my lungs, leaving me breathless and shocked. My vision blurred, turning red and I could hear a mixture of air pressurized shots. I started to lose myself.

Let go. I can't they'll see me. Let go now! I said "NO"!

My body wanted so badly to shift. Everything hurt and if I just gave in, then the pain would go away. It was so very tempting to embrace the shift. I took a deep breath, struggling to get up, releasing a pained growl. The pain in my body had been numbed by my anger. I picked up the sharp tip Elijah had broken off of the coat rack. My humanity was no more, I fully intended to drive this into his heart. I charged at Elijah as he tackled a handsome, dirty-blond haired guy to the first floor. Elijah got back up ready to kill him. I rushed forward, makeshift stake in hand, but Elijah once again sent me flying with a swift hit. A yelp escaped my throat. My back slammed into the wall before I landed in a heap on the hard floor. My vision was starting to get really blurry as the most attractive dark haired guy I had ever seen in my life staked the Original. With a charge he had staked him to the front door with the very coat rack Elijah had intended to use on our vampire saviors. I watched as Rose ran off and the blue-eyed stud made to go after her.

"Just let her go." my sister's voice stopped him in his tracks as he stared up at the stairs. He got a hopeful look as Elena rushed down the stairs. However, she wasn't hurrying to him. The blond was up and going to Elena. He was obviously her vampire boyfriend.

"Hey, come here. Are you hurt? Are you okay?" he asked, putting his hands on the sides of her face before they embraced. I saw Elena mouth "Thank you" to the dark haired guy and he mouthed back "You're welcome." He had a pained expression. With a pained hiss, I heaved my body up from the floor. I silently limped out of the room my bare feet quiet against the floors. I needed to get to my pack. I needed to get out of here before Elena saw me and dragged me back to Mystic Falls. My pack was waiting for me out there and I had to find them. The dark haired vampire looked down noticing my escape attempt. I paused in my step looking him over.

"Who the-" he started and took a step at me before I released a threatening growl. Elena and Stefan paused in their reunion, puzzled looks on their faces. I snapped at the two vampires as they took a few steps in my direction. Each step they took forward, I moved a step back. Elena grabbed her lover boy's arm, stopping him before she came rushing towards me.

"Willow." she cooed softly as she embraced my neck and buried her face in my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Personal space. I don't think she understands that concept. I could totally be some rabid ass zombie and she just assumes it's me and runs over. You can't fix stupid.

I gave a soft smile, sinking down as my legs gave out. Elena lowed herself onto her knees, still holding me close. Her fingers ran through my wine red hair searching for injury. She touched my head and I involuntarily hissed in pain. To make it worse, I could feel the broken ribs with every breath now. A few had punctured my lungs it seemed. I had cracked my shoulder blades, my spine, and my skull. I was most likely dead if I didn't get to a hospital soon.

"What's going on Elena? Who is she?" the dark haired vampire questioned as his brows furrowed in confusion. I breathed deeply trying to pull in some oxygen as my muscles weakened. Elena quickly cupped my face trying to get a good look at me. I collapsed against her as soon as she let go, my head turned downward against her chest as she held me up.

"Stefan, your jacket." she told him as she looked to the other vampire, Damon. I was starting to shiver, my body temperature dropping from the blood loss. "She's my little sister and I don't even know how they found her."

"Elena, I am not little." I denied bitterly, calling her attention back to me. Elena looked down at me smiling sadly, wrapping Stefan's hoodie around me. "God this hurts a lot more than I expected." I groaned. The blood was dripping into my hair, making it a nasty mess. It's not like it wasn't already dirty mess. A wave of dizziness blurred my vision. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to fight against the darkness that wanted to consume me.

"Elena she needs a doctor." Stefan's voice broke through my haze. It felt like the room was spinning.

"She can't go to the hospital. She's been missing for months. How would we explain this to Jenna? The best thing we can do is take her back to your house. Give her blood." Elena protested much to my relief. I hated doctors even in this weak and dying state. You did catch the part about giving you blood, right? Just shut up. Breathing was becoming a harder task. It felt like a boulder was sitting on my chest and there was a sharp piercing pain each time I sucked in a breath.

"How about no? I'm not going back, Elena." I stated as firmly as I could.

"Well you're dying sweetheart, you don't have much of a choice." Did blue-eyed sex god just sass me? He has a good point. You'll die without some sort of help. Whatever.

"Okay, but I need to get you home. Damon can you watch over her-"

"I'll take care of Willow. You take Elena home." That voice reached my ears again. It was almost calming to me, unless he was being sassy. Someone's car keys were exchanged, judging by the clinking of the metal rings. I was gently shifted away from Elena before I was lifted into warm arms that flexed under my weight. "Damn, you're a lightweight." I leaned my head against a muscled chest. He was warm and smelled of some expensive cologne. I lost all consciousness as he lulled me to sleep with the rhythm of his walk.

Wake up. I'm tired. You need to wake up right now. Five more minutes won't do shit. Now get up!

Groaning softly, I started to regain some form of consciousness. Everything was sore. The sound offlesh tearing and someone sucking at skin ignited a sense of panic inside me, especially when something warm and firm pressed against my lips until they parted. A warm, sticky liquid filled my mouth. My throat closed up, instinctually resisting the urge to swallow the liquid in my mouth. That taste. Metallic and warm. What is going on? My hands came up, grabbing at whatever held me down and covered my mouth as I choked. It felt like someone's forearm. That meant the metallic taste was blood. Upon that conclusion, I started to struggle harder. I groaned, choking on the blood flowing into my mouth. A whimper echoed in my ears as I was forced to swallow. Someone's fingers combed through my hair as if trying to soothe me. What is wrong with me? Where am I? I started to panic, struggling to push away whatever was filling my mouth with that taste. My wrists were caught in a warm, iron grip almost instantly.

"Hey it's okay. Just relax." Someone soothed gently as they pressed their lips against my hair, nuzzling me. I started to lose the will to fight off the unknown substance as a few stray drops managed to slide down my throat. The taste changed in that instant from metallic to a sweet nectar. Hesitantly, I lapped at the sweet taste. "There you go. Good girl."

I swallowed more of the blood that eerily tasted sweet. The taste reminded me of honey suckle and nectar. Why does it taste different now? I was being held back against a hard chest. Snapping out of the daze, I blinked, my eyes opening. The aching pain from my broken ribs was beginning to fade. Sadly, I knew they would still be sore over the next few days.

My vision was foggy as I turned my head pulling away from the source of the liquid. Ugh, what's going on? I shot up off the mattress I felt below me, wincing when my skull connected with something hard. Ow, that fucking hurt! Obviously. My instincts took over and I spun around pinning the person behind me to the bed. My hand gripped my captor's throat tightly. My grip loosening when I realized it was Elena's friend, Damon. I looked around the room, seeing wood trimmings and moldings everywhere. Someone has good taste in furniture.

"That was not expected." Damon grumbled, turning his blue-eyed gaze on me as my attention turned back to him. He was more attractive than I had originally thought.

Much hotter than Elena's boy toy, Stefan. Most definitely more attractive. Those blue eyes alone could seduce any girl. He's still a vampire. Damnit.

I mentally cursed myself for thinking like that about a vampire. It was bad enough that my sister was all hung up on one. I rubbed the sore spot on my head as I glanced him over. My eyes trailed his beautifully sculpted face to those devilish lips and down to that alluring neck. It begged to be graced with my lips. Shaking my head I tried to clear my thoughts and gather myself. I was not the kind of girl who got all flustered over some guy. Or should I say "vampire".

"Where am I and where's my pesky sister, Elena?" A bitter taste filled my mouth as I said her name. "More importantly, what the hell were you doing to me?"

"Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine." His tone was sarcastic as he spoke. My cheeks flushed in frustration. His eyes were roaming over me. I felt like he had x-ray vision. That's just how piercing those icy-blue eyes were. Why is he looking at me like that? We're hot. I don't think it has anything to do with that.

Elena and I look alike, but right now I'm not that attractive. Especially since the beating I took. I was skinny from starving and I was probably covered in bruises. Something wet dripped down from the corner of my lip. My hand shook as I pressed my fingers to the warm, liquid. When I pulled my wet fingers back I was faced with the sight of crimson blood.

"I'm guessing this is yours." I said looking back at him and wiping the blood on my dirty shirt. His smirk widened as he folded his arms behind his head.

"You know, I'm growing to like this position a lot." I arched a brow at him, releasing his throat from my hold and crossing my arms over my chest. He is amusing, frustrating, and hot. How could my sister not be with him? Elena's not the brightest.

"I don't care. Answer me." Feisty. No, annoyed.

"Say the magic word." Even more annoyed.

"I'll kill you." How could we threaten such a sexy beast? Simple, I'm annoyed and I have a mild headache. Plus, Elena had me dragged back to Mystic Falls by her vampire boy toys. He's still hot. I know.

"I'm pretty sure that's not the magic word sweetheart, but you can always try again." Damon was taunting me with that knowing smirk and I wanted nothing more than to rip his pretty little head off in that moment. He knew just how much this was getting under my skin.

"I could always kill you, too." I growled, glaring daggers at him.

"No need for violence. Just say "please"."

"Please." I huffed, glaring at him. This was so not a good wake up call. Not to mention he was forcing vampire blood down my throat while I was sleeping. Damon smiled victoriously.

"Elena is home. You're in my house and I was saving your life." He answered, all smug. My stomach released an involuntary growl. Shit. I'm starving. Obviously, get us food. That's what I'm working on.

"Hungry?" Damon asked, arching a brow. I nodded. "Well, I'll make you something while you get a nice, hot shower and a change of clothes." He offered, gesturing for me to get off of him. I slid from my spot on his hips to the middle of the bed.

Damon stood from the bed, getting my attention as he moved to stand in front of me. I felt his surprisingly soft fingers trail along my jaw line until they lifted my chin up, forcing me to face him. He was smirking as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. It was so sweet and incredibly unexpected. Why is he being so kind? Maybe it's because we resemble Elena. Yeah, the look of disappointment when she didn't go to him. He's hopelessly in love with her.

"Don't worry, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. We'll take care of you and Elena." he said, his tone serious. He pulled back. My heart either stopped or skipped a beat as he spoke. Wow. That's very sweet. His smirk grew, his icy blue eyes sparkling with humor. Shaking off my inner musings about his sudden determination to protect us, I scowled. They all thought I was helpless like Elena. My abilities still needed some honing but I am nowhere near as fragile as my half-sister.

"Elena will be here tomorrow to discuss the situation you two are in. We'll catch you up on everything. Maybe, we'll discuss where you've been and why no one ever mentioned you before." He informed and I groaned in protest. Why did Elena always get me dragged into her messes? She's a trouble maker. They never mentioned us. Why would anyone in this town mention me? Remember we're kind of the town outcast.Elena, on the other hand, is quite popular. She's never been good to me, or for me. Every tough situation she put herself in became my problem. I shouldn't have to deal with this mumbo jumbo. In our childhood everything was always ruined, because of her. Her and her friends bullied me constantly, even small town football star, Matt, had picked on me. They loved when they hit a nerve, because I would lose control. Half the town shunned me for abilities I didn't even understand. I was a freak of nature to them. I still am.

Sometimes I could hear the parents discussing how strange I was and how I didn't belong. Enhanced hearing wasn't always a gift. It plagued me with things I didn't want or need to know. The truth hurts, right? Honestly I hated visiting my mother, because Elena and her friends would pester me about how strange I was. For a few years I stopped visiting altogether. Out of all of Elena's friends there was only one friend that didn't pick on me, Tyler. Tyler Lockwood was most likely my only friend in Mystic Falls. However, our friendship faded when I stopped visiting. He changed after I stopped coming to see him. Tyler became the jerk jock that was popular through showing off. He was all brawn and party now. Nothing like the Tyler I had spent afternoons with at the Lockwood mansion. I startled back when Damon's worried face appeared in front of my own.

"You okay?" He questioned, brow furrowed in concern. I nodded, coming out of my thoughts as I stared into those intense eyes. His lips quirked up in a smile, catching me off guard. This here Damon was going to drive me insane. "I'll be back with your food. Help yourself to the shower." he stated nonchalantly while he started towards the door.

"Hey um, do you have any Advil or something? I got a bit of a headache." I asked, stopping him in his tracks. Damon turned as he gestured towards the bathroom. I mentally face palmed myself. Of course there would be some form of headache medicine in the bathroom cabinet. Unless vampires don't get headaches. Good point. He left out the door and I slid to the edge of the bed, placing my feet gently on the cool floor. I padded across the marble tiles until I reached the glass doors of the shower. This bathroom is just wow. I wonder what the water pressure feels like. Oh god don't even get me started. I slid open the cool glass doors and reached in, turning on the hot water. I stripped out of my dirty clothes, listening to the murmur of Damon and Stefan's discussion, before stepping into the shower and under the hot stream of water. I heaved a sigh as my muscles relaxed and loosened from the heat. The water beating against the shower floor drowned out other sounds in the house and for the first time in a while I could just think as I scrubbed away the traces of the forest on my skin.

Overall, I don't really know what to think. Elena is dating a vampire and that is crazy enough on its own. Damon seems like he's in love with her too. If he's not then I'll be pretty damn surprised. I mean the look of hurt on his face when Elena ran to Stefan instead of him. It was a look of hurt and rejection. His eyes had lit up with so much hope. His aura was glowing in that moment when he thought she was running to him. I'll admit I was even a little disappointed when she ran to Stefan, I think that's his name.

I ran my fingers through my tangled mess of hair, trying to work out some of the knots as I shampooed. I may have to get an apartment. Why? I don't think I can go back to cold streams. You may have a point. I know, I'm a genius, whom mentally converses with herself on a regular basis. Oh hush, you love me. Sigh. Now about that Elijah guy, such a shame he had to die. Exactly. I don't think he was all that bad. Agreed. That accent was wonderful. Uh-huh. He was a good vampire, one rumored to be feared. His aura revealed that little fact. Remember when Bonnie's grandmother taught us how to control our minor abilities. Yes, she taught us to zoom in or tune out auras, to see the future, and she gave us a history lesson about our father's lineage. The Wildwalkers, the only family line of druids that could successfully perform the shift. The whole shifting ability is still a work in progress for us. Try it. Now? Duh.

Taking a deep breath I cleared my mind as much as possible, only allowing the image of a wolf to stay. I pictured a red wine colored wolf with black fur at the roots. It was truly beautiful, especially with its piercing blue eyes. The air around me shifted, a static-like feeling tingled across my skin and just like that, it was gone. I blinked open my eyes and looked around. I don't feel any different. Well at least we tried. What is that? What are you talking about? Confused I turned my torso to get a better view of my lower back and to my surprise there was a drenched, dark red tail hanging from my lower back. It wagged and I grinned victoriously. I got skill. Correction, we got skill. Now how do we get rid of it? I'm not sure yet. Maybe we just reverse the image.

Taking another deep breath, I focused on making the tail disappear. However, there was no tingling or shift in the air this time. I huffed in defeat. Well this could be problematic. Ya think. I focused as hard as I could on getting the tail to disappear. My second attempt was much more successful than the first, because the air around me shifted and it disappeared. I heaved a sigh of relief. At least I'm getting better at this whole shifting thing. I hadn't really practiced. My first shift was unintentional and the next few times were also unintentional. It kind of just happened. Standing there in the steam for a moment, I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay here where I could think and relax. My headache was gone for now, but I knew the second I left this shower it would return full force. Finally, I reluctantly shut off the water. It was time to face the fucked up reality of my life. I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the rack. I dried out my hair before wrapping the towel around myself. I found some Advil in the bathroom cabinet before I headed back into Damon's bedroom in search of something to wear. Clothes were a must find.

Damon wasn't back yet so I took a moment to look around the room. It was plain, yet elegant. Dark wooden furniture graced the room and books litter the floors and nightstands around the bed. He's a bookworm? I turned my attention back to the wooden dresser. I really needed to put some clothes on and his clothes were my only option at the moment. My fingers trailed along the polished wood as I reached the handle and pulled the drawer open. Inside I found a pair of black boxer briefs, which would have to do for now. Luckily, they weren't too big and snapped into place as I pulled them up my legs to rest at my hips. I pulled out another drawer and found one of Damon's black button-down shirts and grinned. Bingo! I slid the shirt up my arms, fumbling with the buttons until I finally got them into the holes. I glanced down at my makeshift outfit, my cheeks flushing. Jeez, I look kind of easy right now. You look like we just had the best night ever with Damon. I'm not sleeping with Damon. We're leaving after I get us some grub. One night wouldn't be that bad. No.

I caught sight of Elena's necklace on top of a stack of old books as I made my way back to the bed. Curiously, I picked it up to examine its importance. The necklace has a very antique design, bulky and scuffed. It was definitely something jewelers wouldn't make nowadays. It was nice of Damon to retrieve it for her. I guess so. The door swung open, startling me from my thoughts. My hand clenched around the necklace, my back stiffening. I immediately spun around to face Damon, feeling like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Damon was, luckily, shutting the door instead of looking at me. When he turned to face me, I took in the frustrated look on his face. He didn't look particularly happy. His brow was furrowed and the corners of his lips tugged down in a frown. He looked up at me with those crystal blue eyes of his, instantly making my insides melt. Oh wow. Exactly.

"Hi." I greeted softly, unsure of what to say as an awkward silence filled the room. His mood lightened as he glanced up at me.

"Hey." He replied after taking a swig of the bourbon in his glass. I offered a small smile, taking a seat on the bed as he stepped further into the room. He handed me a bowl of mixed melons and grapes.

"What's so special about Elena's necklace?" I questioned after downing a few pieces of watermelon. I was trying to make sense of Elijah's distaste for the piece of jewelry. I needed to understand as much as I could about what effect it has on vampires.

"It's full of vervain. It protects against compulsion by vampires."

"Oh. So are you going to give it back?" I asked, glancing over at the necklace. Damon came to stand in front of me and I turned my gaze upward. He took the necklace from its place on the nightstand, staring down at it with a sad look in his eyes.

"Of course." The smell of alcohol hit me like a ton of bricks. Wow, someone smells like a liquor store. I bit my lip at his close proximity. Aside from the smell of alcohol, he smelled yummy. "Are you still hungry?" He asked, glancing down at my now empty bowl of fruit.

"I'm fine." I answered, placing the empty bowl on the nightstand. A wave of exhaustion washed over me as I sat there contemplating my next move. Would I leave tonight? Could I even make it out of here without being stopped by one of Elena's vampire boy toys?

"You should get some sleep."

"I will, but I wanted a few answers first." I replied nonchalantly. He stepped back, moving towards the door. A relieved sigh escaped my lips when he moved away. He was way too attractive to invade my personal space. It could potentially cloud my judgment. The results would be hot dangerous. I laid down, pulling the covers up and over me as I made myself comfortable. I fell asleep in mere seconds.

Damon had just arrived back from wherever he had slipped off to during my nap. He'd gone to Elena's judging by the soured expression he wore. Not to mention, he's half sober, just the wrong half. Silently I watched as he finished off another glass of aged bourbon. He set it down on the bathroom counter before turning his attention to his shirt. Damon's fingers fumbled with the buttons of his black button down. Slowly the front came open revealing only some of the smooth, toned chest. My tail wagged beneath the sheets, excitement coursing through my veins. You do realize that you just shifted, right? What? I didn't- oh yes, you did. I didn't mean to. He's just that attractive, he gets all those primal instincts flowing if you know what I mean. You're not helping. You're right, I'm drooling. Shut up.

Panic set in when I realized my predicament. I had managed to successfully shift back and forth once, I didn't know if I could do it again, especially with a shirtless Damon parading around the room. Just below his navel, his jeans hung low on his hips, showing that V-shape that looked so very promising. His artfully, sculpted abs and that delicious line carved right down the middle looked absolutely yummy. Unf, the things I could do to him. Someone needs a cold shower. Shut up! I'm allowed to observe. Admit it, you wanna do body shots off that stomach. I wouldn't pass up the chance. Precisely, let's do it. No, I have a tail I have to get rid of first. But- nothing. I have bigger issues than getting laid by that delectable vampire. I closed my eyes, taking a calming breath. If I panic then Damon will know something is up. Shit! I cursed mentally when the damn tail kept wagging eagerly at the mere sight of a shirtless Damon. I captured the traitorous tail between my thighs. Once I had kind of solved that problem, I looked back to him. Damon's shirt was disposed of, hanging over the top of the hamper. My eyes were graced with the sight of his sculpted chest and my inner animal longed to see more of him, but I beat down those urges. Well attempted to. A bright blush dusted my cheeks when Damon caught me staring at him. Those blue eyes pierced me to the core as he watched me, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. I quickly averted my gaze, hoping to avoid any and all awkwardness. I played it cool, turning over in bed and tucking the blanket under my chin. Damon slowly slid into bed behind me, making me tense instantly. I silently prayed to Castiel that Damon wouldn't accidentally discover the tail, my tail. I needed to distract him.

"So where did you go?" I questioned, rolling onto my stomach, propping my head up on my arms as I glanced him over. Smooth. I don't need your commentary. My eyes followed along his strong jaw-line and sculpted features. He really is an eternal stud. I couldn't agree more. He was laid back in a relaxed position next to me, his arms propped behind his head. He silently watched me with those icy eyes of his. There was a strange warmth in them that soothed my troubled mind. Just a little conversation would effectively distract him. Perhaps I could shift back when he falls asleep. It's risky, but if that's a risk you're willing to take then be my guest. Maybe, I could even find out what Elena's been up to in my absence. I'm sure I've missed a lot more than her hooking up with Stefan. I was pulled from my thoughts as Damon shifted off of his left arm, lazily taking a lock of my red hair between his fingers. It was still slightly damp from my shower, but I'm sure most of the moisture found its way into the pillow I was laying on. My curiosity was peaked as I watched him. He's strange.

"You know if you leave your hair wet, you'll catch a cold." He chastised lightly, avoiding my question. I glared at him in response. He's treating us like a baby. I'm sure it's just his old age. You know how old people get about wet hair and light jackets in the cold. They're annoyingly overbearing. Precisely. He grimaced in confusion, taking in my deadly glare.

"You're avoiding my question Damon. I don't like that." I declared as I scooted away from him, feeling slightly uncomfortable from the intensity in those blue orbs. Something drew his attention away from watching me as I watched him. His brows furrowed in confusion. I followed his stare and instantly panicked. My tail had started to wag with my irritation at Damon. Oh fuck, how am I going to explain this? Um, you don't. You get up and run. But he's a vampire. So what? I immediately turned onto my back, an escape seemed impossible when a warm hand gripped my shoulder keeping me pinned to the bed.

Damon pushed himself up into a sitting position as my eyes swelled with tears, utterly dreading what I knew was coming. I would have to explain this to Elena, giving her more reason to call me a freak. Oh my, what if she finds out what actually- don't you dare say it. I can't. Just don't bring that up. My fangs dug painfully into my lip as I tried to fight off the oncoming waterfall of tears. Shame filled me to the core as the bed sheets shifted away from my body allowing the cool air to chill my heated skin. His taunting smirk failed as he took in my terrified expression. I buried my face in the pillow hoping to conserve some of my dignity.

"You're keeping secrets." He chastised with amusement tainting his tone. Confusion set in as I turned to look at him. He's not judging me? He thinks it's funny? He pulled the sheets lower down my legs, reaching under me and running his hand over the black cherry fur of my wolf-like tail. A warning growl escaped my lips while my face flushed with embarrassment. It was bad enough that he had found out; he didn't have to proceed in taunting me. Oh boy, that feels kind of good. No. My face flushed a shade or two darker from the tingling sensation traveling up my spine as his fingers ran through my fur. "You're adorable." He observed a smile gracing those devilish lips.

"Damon." I hissed, fighting to keep control as I squirmed beneath him. He grinned mischievously as he raked his dull nails along my tail causing my struggle to hold back the soft moan that wanted to escape. What the hell is he thinking? I fought to concentrate on shifting back. I became frustrated, my body beginning to tremble. "Please stop." Damon must've heard the tears in my voice because he immediately retracted his hand. Finally the aura surrounding my body changed. The tail disappeared, but that didn't stop the shame. A whimper escaped my lips as I rolled onto my side, pulling the blankets back up and over myself.

"Hey, it's okay. Just tell me what you are?" He wondered settling back into bed behind me. I contemplated ignoring him as I closed my eyes, but that would get me nowhere.

"I'm a druid. A newbie. Can we not talk about this?" I replied bitterly, my voice tight. "Do not tell Elena." Goosebumps covered my skin when I felt his warm fingers slide under the shirt I was borrowing. My breath hitched, catching in my throat.

"What are you doing?" I questioned. His fingers ran across my lower back and I instinctively pulled away, turning over to face him with another heated glare.

"It's gone." he whispered in wonder, his blue-eyes shifting in confusion. He turned to watch me, his eyes blue pools of bewilderment. They were so beautiful, but still my glare was deadly. He thought for a few minutes, just lying there gazing up at the ceiling as I watched at him cautiously.

"We'll have to discuss all of this with Elena and Stefan tomorrow, for now get some more sleep." he breathed out and I huffed in defeat. I was relieved to actually get my eight hours. However, I was dreading the fact that I would have to explain anything to Elena.

"I surely didn't ask for any of this. There is no way I am explaining myself to Elena." I growled. I was more than half tempted to get out of his bed and out of Mystic Falls. At least I was until I felt his arms wrap around my much smaller form, pulling me back against his naked chest.

"Relax." He whispered against my shoulder as he placed a light kiss there. I swear my heart stopped. His fingers ran soothing patterns over my side. There was no getting past all those sweet little gestures. He's only being nice to you because he can't have Elena. I hate you. But it was the truth. The way he looked at her said it all. If I were to be anything to him, which I won't be, it would only be second best.

I turned around shifting closer into Damon's side; he tensed momentarily before relaxing again. I placed my hand on his rising and falling chest, placing my head in the junction between his chest and arm. Muscles. And he is oh so warm too. I felt him shift, staring down at me obviously wondering if I was still upset, which I was just not at him. After all it isn't his fault that I'm back in Mystic Falls.

"It's a wolf thing. I get a little emotionally compromised." I whispered, curing his confusion and hinting that I had been a wolf for a while now before this. He chuckled softly as his arms tightened around me. I flushed feeling quite comfortable, yet nervous. He was holding me like a teddy bear. So didn't expect that! You are enjoying this way too much. Well you're not enjoying it enough.

"Don't worry so much." he comforted, using his right hand to wipe away the tear tracks. I closed my eyes, leaning into his hand while entwining my cool, bare legs with his warm, jean clad ones. I was comfortable with his warmth heating my slightly cold form. He was so comfortable that I started to drift off wrapped in the arms of one of the most deadly creatures alive. "Night Damon." I said drowsily and Damon gently ran his hand over my side in response. I let myself slip into the darkness of sleep once more, knowing I had to be rested if I was going to face Elena and her lover boy tomorrow. Something about Damon beside me, made me feel safe. He might be dangerous, but I don't think he'd ever put me in danger. His aura wrapped around mine and I smiled, maybe I finally had a reason to stay in Mystic Falls. It had been such a long time since I had something like that. I could only hope Elena wouldn't ruin everything this time.