Kayla. I'm sorry. -dad

When I opened the text message I sighed and hastily replied, feeling annoyed with my dad for the first time in months.

R u sry u got caught, or sry cuz u did it?

..Both. -dad

I laughed loudly at how blunt he was.

Wow. I'm not really mad bout moving on, I just new the girl.

I know, we just had an emotional day, and she was there.. one thing led to another. its been awhile since I was sexually attracted to another woman. -dad

I shuddered in disgust. Children should never know about their parents intimate life.

Eww, tmi

Ha, Sorry hillbilly. -dad

Even though no one saw the nickname I was fated with, I still blushed furiously. I had several nicknames, but 'Hillbilly' was by far my favorite and the most hated one. I smiled sweetly at the text message.

okay.

Are you forgiving me.? - dad

I sighed, I didn't know if I should just say what's on my mind, or spare my fathers feelings. I chose the latter.

I was nvr mad! I was jst.. shocked.

I rolled my eyes internally and continued walking around, I was still hiding from all the other people of Mystic Falls. But I should get used to it because I decided I'm going to school. Walking down the hall I noticed that a door was open, the wooden barrier had posters for the carnival covering the room number. I began hesitantly walking down towards the door.

"...-ember what happened with Vicki? Caroline is going to be worse!" A familiar voice sounded on the other side, his voice was angry and desperate.

I looked through the window to see Elena sitting on a bench, a brown haired man rubbing her shoulder for comfort, and the black haired guy I saw earlier. The raven haired guy walked over to Elena and glared at her.

"We have to kill Caroline! She's Neurotic and a control frea-" My eyes widened. Then I did something stupid; I made myself known.

Barging through the doors I glared at the three lunatics threatening my best friend. The guy with the black hair glared murderously at me, Elena stared at me with a mixture of hatred, and the man with the brown hair looked at me with mild alarm.

"No one is killing Caroline! Are you out of you-" I attempted to continue my rant, hoping to blabber some sense into them. But the raven haired man moved, impossibly fast, and grabbed my shoulders. Ramming me into the wall. His beautiful face turned ugly when it twisted up do to anger. He glared at me with a amazing amount of anger that, again, surprised me. I just met the man and he looks at me like I just kicked his grandma. His face started leaning towards mine, I thought he was leaning towards my lips but as he neared them his face lowered even lower, I could just feel his breath on my neck before he was interupted.

"Damon, don't!" I looked over Damon's broad shoulder and saw that the brown haired was walking slowly to us, his hands raised as if to calm an animal. "We can just make her forget.."

Damon continued to look into my eyes, his were so void of humanity it scared me. He replied to the brown haired boy, but didn't take his eyes from mine. "Stefan, are you really gonna be able to stop me?"

"No, Damon's right." Elena agreed, causing the two boys to look at her with wide eyes, my eyes just narrowed. "No one will miss her, just take her."

Something in me that I buried when my mom died, when Jacob hit me, when Elena sent me hate emails, snapped. My hatred and evil thoughts broke out, causing my politeness to wither, and cease to exist.

I smiled slowly, knowing all eyes were on me. "Elena," I said slowly with a chuckle that managed to scare myself. "How's mom and dad? Are they still dead?"

Elena began to sob and I took satisfaction in those tears, for she has caused me to have much, much more. Damon and Stefan were frozen- looking at me in shock. I looked at Damon's hands that were still trapping me against the wall, then I looked back at him in anger. "Can you let go of me?" I bit out.

"Was the necessary?" Stefan said from over Damon's shoulder. The two boys began to talk to me, no doubt trying to guilt trip me. But I wasn't listening. I was thinking of Caroline; She could be dead soon by the hands of these brain dead vampires. Was Elena a vampire?

With the two boys attention finally elsewhere I smirked, my plan already at play. I moved my hands along the smooth wall, searching for a object. My hands found a flat surface, then they crept out a little more. With the object firmly in my grasp I struck. The pencil stayed in Damon's chest as I kicked him with all my might.

With Damon on the floor I ran from the class room, to begin my search for Caroline. When I was outside in the parking lot I realized what I had just done. That was rude of me, hurting Elena's feelings on purpose.. and stabbing some hot stranger.

I looked around the abandoned parking lot and wondered where Caroline could be. Looking at the shadowed half of the lot I saw a hunched figure leaning over the trailer. There was a feeling of dread that ascended inside of me, I didn't understand it but every fiber of my being screamed to run and hide. But I didn't listen I walked towards the blonde head.. blonde?

I saw beautifully curly blonde hair to the head that was covering her head. Damon, the man earlier, came up and grabbed Caroline. A figrue fell flat to the ground when she moved, a dark skinned body with blood all over him. Daman walked over to Caroline, and hugged her. But there was nothing tender about it.

My eyes widened when I saw him raise a stake, her frightened face was forever stectched into my brain. But as I was internally arguing with myself over wether or not to save her, I saw that she wasn't trying to protect herself.

When I caught sight of her face when I went in a different angle, I saw that her forehead to her chin was covered in the bloody paint. Thats also when I noticed the dark skinned figrue was dead, his whole body covered in the slick blood just as Caroline was. My first thought was she's a cannibal! But somehow somewhere in my brain denied it, this part of my brain was as calculating as a genius. I let that calm part overtake my confused fear.

I began to run, as fast as my short self can take me, my breath was puffing out into full white clouds. The world around me seemed to slow as I jumped in front of my friend, my promise to keep her safe still intact after so many years. I landed in front of her, facing Damon, but as he swung the stake seconds before he couldn't stop it. The movement was faster than I would have thought, even when he was able to control the swing.

The wooden stake from the tent behind me stabbed into my shoulder blade, causing me to give a muffled cry. But I held still, wanting to protect Caroline. Damon's face was shocked and I could hear Carolines gasp from behind me. My whole shoulder burned, but my muscles were tense trying to stop the searing pain from traveling and to stop myself from screaming and running far away.

Damon finally recovering spoke angrily, "Why?" He glared at me, but I seemed to be immune to the mysteriously heated hatred look he gave me. I continued to stand there with my arms shaking but covering enough space, I felt Caroline's breathe on my golden strands of hair.

The world around me turned fuzzy, turning the harsh brightness of something into a surreal world of confusion. I heard running then a nasaly voice screeched, "Caroline? What did you do to him? Is he dead?...He's dead!" I rolled my eyes, she was alsways blaming stuff on other people, and making them feel worse.

I was going to give a smart aleck comment, but as the shapes around me turned to unique blotches of color before my world was engulfed in darkness. Leaving my hearing muffled as if underwater, and the sense of smell totally intact. Shouldn't I like... faint?

What seemed to be like hours I smelled a familiar musky scent, when I was a child I remembered this smell. The smell caused me to mentally scream, my feelings washed to cold blooded fear. I didn't know why, but when I felt the scent travel through my nose I caught fleeting images of people. Like a powerpoint of 11 kids, all with young immature faces, but haunted eyes. I saw a house, a beautiful one with two figrues...

But the smell over powered my mind and I blacked out.

I smelled gasoline.