Author's Note:

Ok at first I wasn't sure how I was going to do this but I think the original storyline of Season two will carry on and this story will slot in among the chaos. If anything is different I'll rewrite the scene accordingly. It will probably only be an issue later on. Please review and let me know what you think. It matters!


Searing pain of a pounding headache. So tired I can't even lift a finger. The sun's light pouring in through the open window burning up my eyes. Yep. Confirmed. Worst hangover of my life.

"Must get blood…" I mumbled as I propped myself onto my feet.

"Feeling any better Damon?" Stefan's voice sarcastically loomed in.

"Why don't I puke on you and you tell me?"

"Elena should be here any minute. Be civil."

"I'm always civil, Stefan," I replied, sauntering over to the drinks cabinet. No blood bags. Perfect.

"I'm leaving anyway."

"Don't kill anyone today. We can't afford anymore trouble with Katherine on the loose."


Back in the hospital blood bank twice in one week, I shoved about twenty blood bags into a rucksack frustrated at my lack of control. The blood bank attendant sat staring at me. First time mind compulsion's always a shock to the body.

"Is everything ok in here?" I swivelled around to see a young girl with a stethoscope around her neck leaning against the doorway with a wide smile. Too young to be a doctor. I assumed she must be a medical student. No need to scar without cause right?

"Everything's fine. Dr. Burns asked for a few units for his department. Scott here is a little dazed from night out yesterday so I'm helping myself," I said with a laugh pointing to the bemused guy I compelled. I turned back hoping she knew little enough of the hospital to believe my lies. Stefan better be happy. Fresh blood would work a lot better right now. It took everything I had not to feed on the girl.

"Sure. Sure. Sounds about right. Make sure you do the paperwork before you leave. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't bite anyone here." I spun around, dropping my bag, but of course she was gone; even after flashing around the hospital for ten minutes I couldn't find her. Stefan's not going to be happy.


(after the Carnival in Episode 2)

"Stefan, I know we just got thrown with Caroline's new blood craving and the annoying new Lockwood but I think we have another problem too."

"Damon, we don't have time to fight about Elena. We need to get rid of Katherine as soon as possible and find out what's happening with the Lockwoods." I hate it when he behaves like the older one.

"No. As riveting as that conversation would be, I think we may have another vampire on the loose." Stefan hardly seemed surprised. New vampires on the block are a daily occurrence now.

"Who is it?"

"No idea. Dark haired tanned bitch posed as a medical student at the hospital today."

"How can vampires tan Damon?" Stefan asked exasperatedly.

"I don't know…Oh. She may have been Asian or something before she turned… Why does that even matter?"

"I don't know. You brought it up. Anyway, what did she want?"

"No idea. She came to question me yesterday about vampires in the town as well. I thought it was a dream when I woke up but she's real. If she's working for Katherine then we have a big problem. If she's here for something else we have a big problem there too. You might want to warn your girlfriend about letting people in to the house."

"We'll just have to keep an eye out for her. I need to help Caroline. She was a crazy human. Imagine how crazy she's going to be as a vampire." Stefan turned to leave and I went for another dose of O neg.

"Stefan. Tell Caroline I'm…" I started. Stefan turned around astonished. "…nevermind."

"I'll tell her you're sorry. Don't worry. You saved her life last night. Maybe only because Bonnie threatened you but still." I scowled as he walked out looking smug.


"Hi, little vampire."

I didn't even bother to turn around. She'd only disappear right?

"Are you going to tell me who you are now?"

"I'm afraid I can't. I do have a favour to ask though." I laughed. Next second she was sitting next to me. Stethoscope gone but she still had that all-knowing look on her face. That evil vampire look, like Katherine.

"Why would I help a vampire I don't know?" She took a bag of blood from the table and started sipping.

"Well because with that Katherine on the loose, a werewolf in the town, and kids in the town turning into monsters everyday, I thought maybe you guys need a hand. Besides, doesn't really matter whether you agree or not nothing you can do really. Not smart to be in a house with no humans. Anyone can come in."

"What do you want then?"

"I want to stay here. I need to figure some things out and come summer things are going to get interesting in this town."

"What are you psychic or something? And sorry to burst your bubble but this town is already bustling with supernatural drama."

Her smile widened and she turned to face me. "Is it true you almost died at the hands of a witch? 145 years and still can't fend for yourself?"

"Ok. Bonnie Bennett is one mad witch hell bent on killing me ok. And I handle her fine. I'm alive aren't I?" But her patronising drawl didn't stop there.

"So I've been doing some research. You're one of the Salvatore brothers who Katerina stayed with before she disappeared in 1865 right? And now your brother is with Elena, the doppelganger?" I was losing patience. This girl had the audacity to just sit there and ask questions and not answer a single one.

"Yes! Katherine loved Stefan 145 years ago and now Elena does as well. How come you know the name Katerina?" At this she started laughing.

"That's right. You loved Katherine and now you love Elena. But your little brother got there first both times right?" That was the final straw. I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her head against the wall, her feet dangling a foot above the ground. Stefan never said I couldn't kill a vampire. She's probably working for Katherine anyway.

"If you don't start answering questions right now I'm gonna rip your puny heart out and stake it in front of you. Did Katherine send you here?" I screamed in her face. But her expression barely changed. Her smug smile was still plastered on her face even as I pressed against her thorax. Does she not feel pain or something?

"Damon. I'm not working with Katherine. I'm here to help you. I can't tell you who I am just yet but I swear I'm not here to hurt you or anyone else." There was no fear in her eyes. Her breathing had got faster but she looked amused if anything. Of course, I had snapped by this point so she was gonna die no matter what.

"I don't think I believe you. I don't need your help so you can just die instead." With that I plunged my hand into her chest. Or at least I thought I had.

She let out a sigh, her breath flicking my hair out of my eyes. "You give me no choice little vampire." I looked down to see my hand in front of her chest, as if it had been stopped by a brick wall. No one has abs that hard right? Before I could understand what had happened, her fingers pushed me squarely in the chest. The force of her push sent me flying across the room and I crashed into the floor with a painful break of a few ribs.

"It's rude to touch a woman without her permission you know." She rubbed her neck where I left a bruise, otherwise unfazed. She walked over to the groaning imbecile, me, with her boots clapping against the floor as she walked. She bent down and grabbed me by the back of my shirt and dragged me to the sofa, shoved another bag of blood in my hands and sat down beside me again.

"I'll only not hurt you if you behave, Damon."

"That's gonna happen…" I smirked through my pain. By this point I realised she's staying. To be able to injure me this much with a simple push, she must be very old. And her awkward old-fashioned speech meant she was definitely new in town.

"I'll talk to your brother when he gets back. I thought you would be easier to convince but apparently not."

"Question: How many bloody centuries old are you?" At this she only giggled again. She must be at least 500 years old and yet she giggles. What a freak. She got up and tousled my hair as she walked out. If I wasn't incapacitated I would've broke her arm but that wasn't happening anytime soon.

"You can call me "S" for now. I'm going to take a shower. Try to stay still while those ribs realign."

Great, now I had a freeloader.


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