She was slowly waking up, her mind still foggy and fuzzy around the edges. A few rays of sunshine were falling on her face, so she just pulled the covers over head, without opening her eyes. You know, you'd think that as a vampire he'd know the importance of the curtains… she thought grumpily, and then images of the previous night started flooding her mind. She could feel what she had felt then, but suddenly the memories stopped and something weird went through her mind, like a vision. She saw herself lying on her back, completely naked, legs wide spread, and Damon between her seductive thighs, pleasuring her with his tongue, making her arch her back as he made her come again, and again and...

"Get out of my head, Damon." she grumbled from under the covers.

"Good morning to you too." he said and pulled the covers down, managing to kiss her on the neck before she pulled them over her head again. "What, didn't you get enough sleep?"

"No, I didn't, and I wonder why that might be." She grumbled again. "Explain one thing - how the hell did we end up in my bedroom? Last I remember, we were liing on the couch?"

"Then you fell asleep, so I carried you up here, dressed you in your pj's, really cute by the way," he ran his hand over her bare thigh and she slapped it away, her pj's consisted of an old, oversized and streched out Iron Maiden t-shirt, "and I layed you to sleep. End of story."

She thought about it for a moment, whether he was telling the truth or not, and then she remembered that he isn't that bad of a person, well, vampire, and she sighed and slid out of the bed. She turned her back to him, then took off her shirt and threw it on the floor, heading towards the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" he asked curiously.

"Shower." she shrugged her shoulders, but didn't turn around to face him. Her long red hair fell freely around her frame, and despite the fact that it was completely messy, Damon thought it still had some sort of gracefulness in the way it flowed down. She pulled it to her front side, exposing the pale skin on her back. Her shoulders were covered with freckles, and that just added to her beauty, at least that's what Damon thought. Bella had never considered herself beautiful, or pretty, or even attractive. "Is there a reason why you're burning a hole in my back with your stare?" she asked, still not turning around.

"Can we shower together?" he almost pleaded.

"No." her voice sounded full of detirmination, and a slight hint of cold in it. "As much as I would love that," and believe me, I would really, really love that, "I really need to actually shower, I'm going to the publishers later today, I have to give them the manuscript. So if you don't mind, my hot shower awaits." she said and closed the bathroom door behind her.

When she came out of the shower, she noticed that Damon wasn't in the room. But as soon as she sat on the bed, she heard the loud "Clank!" sound as the frying pan greeted the tiles in the kitchen, followed by the cursing of a very pissed off Damon. What the hell is he doing? She thought, but then shrugged her shoulders, it's not like he was gonna accidentally kill himself or something.

She took off the towel from her head and plugged in the hair dryer, and soon her long hair was all dry, so it was time to do something more with it. She put it up in a slightly loose bun, but left two strands out, to frame her face, and she curled them. After she did that, she put on some make-up. Eye-liner, mascara, and lip gloss – a soft peachy colour that looked really well on her, and after that was done, she opened her wardrobe and took out her clothes. She took off her robe and quickly got dressed, she needed to look nice and official when she went to the publishers, so jeans and t-shirts wouldn't do.

She put on a black skirt that reached just above her knee, not too short, not too long, a white shirt and a black jacket. It made her look all business-lady like, and though it wasn't her style, it really suited her. She put on a pair of black high heels, took one last look in the mirror, threw the lip-gloss in her purse and headed downstairs, and straight to the kitchen.

"Hey, Dey, I heard some noise earlier, is everything-" she stopped midsentence and froze at the doorframe. The kitchen was complete and utter chaos. There was flour almost everywhere. Egg shells on the counter, pieces of broken porcelain on the floor, there was even spilled milk. "I'm sorry, I missed the part where a tornado went through my kitchen… What the fuck happened here?" she said, trying to keep herself from fainting. It was impossible for one person to do this much damage in a kitchen, but then again, he was a vampire, so maybe it was one of his vampire super powers to do that.

"I wanted to make you some breakfast?" he said innocently.

"I can see that. I mean, what exactly happened? Like, what the actual fuck? How did you even do this much damage on your own?"

"Well, first, I thought I'd make you pancakes, so I got out the eggs and milk and stuff, but then I remembered that we had pancakes yesterday, so I tried to put them back in the fridge, but I dropped the milk carton… Then, I tried to clean that up, but I thought I should just get back to making you something for breakfast, so I thought maybe I'd make you some bacon and eggs, so I got the bacon out of the fridge and went to take a plate, but I slipped on the milk and dropped the plate… then I took another one, and got it started with the bacon and eggs but then I grabbed the wrong end of the pan, which was fuckin hot, so I dropped that and the food got all over the floor… I cleaned that up and threw it in the trash, and then I tried again, but it didn't quite work out like I expected…" he pointed to a plate on the table. It was a pile of yellowish-white goo-like substance with pieces of red inside it.

"What the hell is that?" she asked, slowly and carefully getting closer.

"Uhm… scrambled eggs and bacon I guess… it's not as bad as it looks, I swear! Just try it!" he shoved a fork in her hand. "Go on, try it."

She took some with her fork and cautiously put it in her mouth.

"Mmm… well what do you know… it's actually good!" she smiled at him. "Why didn't you go with something more healthy though? I mean, it is breakfast after all."

"I was going to, but then I remembered that you don't like healthy food."

"How could you possibly remember that?" she stared at him, surprise in her eyes.

"Well I guess it was unusual and interesting, and I just… remembered it." He smiled back.

"Well, this was surprisingly delicious, but I need to get going." She said and headed for the door. "The barrier is still up, and I know you'll get bored, so just… play games, drink, watch TV… just don't wreck the rest of my house, ok? Oh, and, clean up in the kitchen. It's your mess, not mine." She smiled and she closed the door.

She got back home in 3 in the afternoon.

"I'm home." She called when she closed the door, but there was no response. She peeked in the living room and saw Damon sleeping on the couch. "Why is he sleeping? Don't tell me he's tired of tidying his mess, he never tidies after himself." Then she went and peeked in the kitchen, and it was perfectly clean and tidy. "Well that's a first. It's a good thing I called Bonnie to take down the barrier, he deserves a reward." She dropped her bag on the table and sat down on the couch next to Damon. "Dey, wake up, darling." She whispered in his ear.

"Hey, you're back." He said sleepily and tried to sit up. "When did you get back?"

"Just now. I see you've cleaned the kitchen."

"Why is that such a surprise?" he asked, a bit offended.

"Oh, let me see… When has Damon Salvatore ever cleaned up his own mess? Trust me, you really don't want me to answer that."

"Ouch, that hurt my feelings." He said and pouted.

"So he has feelings." She said, but then he shot her a glare and she bit her lip. She turned her head in the other direction. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. You can leave if you like. The barrier is down, nothing's keeping you here."

"Oh but there is something keeping me here."

"And just what might that be?" she said sarcastically.

"You, silly." He said and kissed her cheek.

"Well I definitely wasn't expecting that answer."

"Always the tone of surprise… We've known each other for quite a long time, but I don't really know much about you. I hardly know anything about you actually. Don't you think it's weird?"

"What's weird is you being so interested in me all of a sudden. You've never wanted to… get to know me. So what's with that all of a sudden?"

"I found a photo… this photo," he showed her a framed picture of her and another girl. They weren't older than 20, the other girl had green eyes just like Bella's, but her hair was light, just a bit lighter than hazelnut, and they looked really close, "so I thought, I don't know anything about Abby, about her family… So I want to know. Who is she, your sister? You two look alike, a lot."

"Her name is Monique, she's… she was… like a sister to me."

"What do you mean, was? Did you get in a fight or something?"

"No, it's… it's a long story."

"Well, if there's one thing a vampire has, it's time."

"Yeah… Well, it starts with my parents, and her parents. They were really close friends, so me and Nicki grew up together. She didn't have anyone else but her parents, and we were sort of like her relatives. My grandma even accepted her like her own grandchild. We were all happy… but one night something happened. Our parents had went out, they had something important to do, so they left me and Nicki at my grandmother's.

"Our parents were late, so me and Nicki went to bed, knowing that they'd be back when we wake up the next morning. But they weren't back. They were… they were killed that night. The police had found their bodies near a park, their throats were ripped out, and their bodies drained of blood, so they called it an animal attack. So me and Nicki were raised by my grandmother. We never suspected that it wasn't an animal attack, until one day when we were 15 we stumbled upon some of their things, a weird research, about… vampires.

"We read all of it and we figured out that they were actually killed by a vampire. They had found out that there were vampires here in Mystic Falls, and they had wanted to come here, but… they never made it. So me and Nicki secretly continued their research, hoping we'd find the vampire who killed them and bring him to justice but… Grandma passed away a little after we turned 18, and we no longer had a home, and there was nothing keeping us in that town, so we decided to move here, to Mystic Falls. We discovered our parents had a secret bank account, and the money from it was just enough to buy this house.

"This photo was taken on the day we moved in. But our joy was short-lived… A few days after that Nicki went camping, she wanted to search for signs of vampires, but I couldn't go with her because I was working on my first novel and was chasing a dead-line, so I promised her I'd go with her next time, after she returned. But she never returned. She disappeared.

"Everyone assumed she died, but her body was never found. I knew that she didn't just disappear, I knew the reason behind that were vampires, but… I didn't go poking around, because I didn't want to end up dead as well, so I put an end to our research and gave all the information we had gathered to the council and just continued with my novels. And some time after that I met you, and you know the rest."

"That is some story… Wait, so where are you from? Where did you live when you were little?"

"Springtown. It's a small town up north… Damon, what's wrong?" she asked when she saw the way he tensed up at the mention of the town's name.

"When were your parents killed?"

"Uhm, when I was 5, so that's… 20 years ago, why?"

"Do you have a picture of your parents?"

"Uhm, yeah." She took her bag and pulled out her wallet, there was a picture of them inside. "Here." Now Damon really tensed up, he looked like he had just seen a ghost. "Dey, what's wrong?"

"I know who killed your parents." He said, almost emotionless.

"You do? Are you sure? Damon, you have to tell me who did it!" she grabbed the fabric of his shirt with her hands, looking him in the eyes.

"And I know who killed Monique…"

"Tell me, Damon! Is it the same person? Tell me! Who killed my parents? Who killed Monique? Tell me!" she yelled at him.

"Klaus, he killed Monique… Although I'm not sure if he killed her… I think he turned her… And, your parents… I'm the one who killed them." Her hands let go of his shirt and her arms fell by her sides.

"You… you killed my parents?" she almost whispered. Then her hands clenched into fists. "Leave."

"Abby, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I…"

"Now!"

"Abby, please, listen to me!" he pleaded.

"No! I will not listen to you anymore! You have lied to me! All this time! I was such a fool, to always be by your side, help you with everything, save your vampire ass every time you got in trouble… I was such a fool to fall in love with you!"

"Wait, what did you just say?"

"I said that I was a fool to fall in love with you!" she yelled, and tears rolled down her cheeks. "There, now you know! Now Damon Salvatore finally knows! Every one else knew! They all knew, they could see it, but you couldn't! You were too blinded by your love for that little bitch Elena! You never even looked at me that way and still I hoped maybe one day, you'd fall in love with me… And now this? You killed my parents? Your friend killed my sister, you killed my parents, and now you broke my heart? Might as well rip it out of my chest while you're at it!" she yelled at him.

"I would never do that, and you know it!"

"I don't know what I know anymore! Just… just leave, before I break the leg off the table and stake you…"

"Abby, please…"

"Leave!" she screamed, putting her hands around her head, as if to stop a headache.

With his vampire speed he was out the door before she knew it. She fell to her knees and screamed. She cried, hit the floor, she let out all of the emotions she had kept bottled up inside her all that time. The love of her life killed her parents. It just can't get any worse than this, can it… she thought.

She crawled to the mini-bar and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. She didn't bother to take a glass; she just drank it straight from the bottle. Soon there was too much alcohol in her blood for her to stay awake, so she just laid her head on the edge of the couch and let herself fall asleep. Then the front door opened, and someone entered the house, getting next to Bella in an instant. He took the bottle from her hands and left it on the table.

"Oh, Abby, I'm so sorry…" he said with tears in his eyes. He cradled the girl in his arms and took her up her bedroom, and as he laid her on her bed, he kissed her forehead, a few of his tears falling on her face. He pulled the covers over her and tucked her in. "I really am sorry, Abby…" and then he disappeared as fast as he'd come.