BPOV

"You were very evil."I stated and looked myself in the mirror. I had finally got rid of the horrible clothes Bella liked to wear and now I enjoyed actually seeing the curves of my body. My hair was pin straight as I was told that Elena had the worst taste and she liked wearing her hair like that. Honestly, I'd never liked straightening my hair, it always looked...fake. I preferred looking the way I really looked and not putting 1000 tons of make up on my face. Not that I needed it anyways.

Rebekah looked at me with a slight smile.

"I'm always evil, sweetheart. You need to specify." I smiled and nodded.

"You are right. My mistake." She smirked and looked at the mirror, continuing curling her hair. "I meant with the Cullen's, you really didn't say a word to them while I was gone?" She looked at me and was quiet for a few seconds.

"They didn't deserve an explanation. A little compulsion and a few lies and they had already excepted me in the family. They are weak, that's the truth." I shrugged my shoulders.

"What about Emmett? I thought you liked him, I liked him for sure." She took a strand of her hair and looked at me.

"Don't worry about him. He knows what he has to do." She said with a devilish smirk and wrapped the strand around the curling iron. "Where is your sister?" I shrugged shoulders and just like on cue we heard how the front door opened. Katherine stormed into the room seconds later.

I didn't turn around just looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was holding something, her face wearing a weird expression.

"Looks like Annabee has a few admirers." I growled quietly and turned around abruptly. Rebekah sniffled a laugh as my eyes started sparkling from anger.

"Seriously, Kitty Kat? We are starting this again?" She made a half irritated... half smug face. She didn't like being called Kitty Kat, no, not didn't like, she hated it, despised if you like. Just as much as I hated Annabee. It sounded so...oh for crying out loud it didn't even sound like my name. And Kitty Kat that was so cute, not like Annabee...Annabee that didn't even sound right. Annabee...Annabee...so weird. And the problem was that Kat liked it and was constantly calling me that. Annabee...it had bee in it...such a weird nickname.

"I don't see why not. And stop calling me Kitty Kat." She said with narrowed eyes. I let out a slight smile and looked at her hands which were behind her back." I thought you said that Edward was the only guy you dated in Forks."She said with a devilish smile as she took her hands out. She was holding a beautiful blood red rose. There was a small cart attached to it.

"He was. Give me that." She shrugged her shoulders and handed me the rose. I reached out my hand, she reached out the rose and in the moment my hand touched it my whole body went completely numb. I gasped as the feeling of death consumed me, dark pictures went across my eyes, quickly replaced by scenes I remembered very well.

His face. His mesmerizing grey eyes. The moment we met, how we danced under the moonlight, his sparkling eyes as he proposed me, his smile as we danced on our last ball, the silent desperation in his eyes when he discovered that I had run away, the anger and hurt in his eyes in Chicago in the 1920s, the destructive light that shone in his eyes as he mercilessly killed a vampire that didn't want to tell him where I was in the 1950s, his eyes watching me from distance at a rock concert in the 1990s and finally his wicked smirk as he watched the doppelganger in the present. His head turned around to look at me, his eyes full with a mixture of emotions yet looking completely numb just like my body, his lips formed the words that were written on the small card.

I'm waiting for you...

"Belle? Are you ok?" Katherine came next to me, putting her hands on my right that was holding the rose. I took a deep breath and looked down at my hands, realizing that I had clenched my fist around the rose so hard that its thorns had pierced my skin and now the little white card and the carpet were all covered in my blood. I unclenched my fist and watched as the rose hit the ground, my head slowly raised to look at my two best friends. They were looking at me with worry.

"No, I'm not."I shook my head, still too shaken to form a coherent sentence. The thing was that he was the love of my life and seeing him like that, knowing that I had turned him into this monster was killing me, eating me from the inside.

Rebekah picked up the card and looked at me with confusion.

"It's my brother's handwriting. What does it mean?" She wiggled it between her two fingers. I shook my head and ignored her.

"We need to go. Now."I looked at Kat." He is going to break the curse." Her eyes slightly widen.

"Ok, sorry, but I believed you when you said you left him for his own good. When you asked me not to ask questions, I didn't. But now you owe me an explanation. " She shook her head." Yes, he will be really powerful but what so horrible will happen, if he breaks the curse?"

Kat and I shared a glance and she nodded her head.

I looked directly at Rebekah.

"If he breaks the curse, probably if he only tries to break it, he will die."

"We need to go. Now." She said and I nodded.

DPOV

"I was born in 1450...That makes me 560 years old." She was looking down at her hands, looking miserable as hell. I clenched my fist, trying to overcome my anger. The stupid werewolf was coming after me, this could have been me.

"Well...if you were a bottle of wine..." She ignored me and kept staring down.

"That means that I can die. I've lived long enough." She said with a broken voice. I hated this situation. I couldn't pet a puppy properly let alone taking care of a dying vampire. The only thing I could do was joke, make her feel a little bit better and hope that blood would cure her.

"You know, if you are going to me maudlin, I'm just gonna kill you myself." I picked up a glass and started pouring blood in it. "Just to put me out of your misery."I raised eyebrows but kept pouring. "Come on, it's just a little werewolf bite."

I was right, wasn't I? We didn't know for sure that the werewolf bite was going to kill her. She could just have...I don't know allergic reaction or something. That Jules looked like a person who didn't brush her teeth regularly, maybe it was from that.

"Just a little, fatal to vampires, werewolf bite." She said and laughed/sobbed. I sighed and looked at her with a smirk.

"Well...according to legends, which are notoriously unreliable source." I handed her the glass and she took it with a slight smile. "Drink up. Blood heals."

"Yeah, it does feel like it's working."She said and I smiled. Fatal werewolf bite ,my ass. Nothing that a little blood couldn't heal.

"Let's have a look." I offered quickly and put the blood bag in my left hand. "Come on." I said and she turned around, her back facing me. I pulled down her cardigan and I felt how the blood pulled away from my face. It was horrible...it looked like her skin was rotting. It had grown larger so now the wound reached her mid back. I pulled away the strap of her tank top so that it wasn't going over the wound.

"How is it?" She asked , her voice filled with hope. I scrunched my face.

"Definitely...um...better." Her shoulders hunched and she let out a desperate sigh. She knew that I was lying. I heard quiet footsteps. "Right, Caroline?" I asked and looked at her. She was standing completely frozen, her face showing her surprise and confusion.

I nodded towards her wound and looked at him pointedly. Caroline quickly composed her features just in time before Rose turned around to look at her.

"Um...it's not bad." She said with his head slightly cocked to one side. I looked at her furiously. Not bad? Was that the only lie that popped into a constantly lying creature? Not bad? I pursed lips and took Rose's glass, pouring her some more blood. I handed her the cup and started walking towards Caroline.

"I need you to play nurse for a little while."

"It's not necessary." Rose said, trying to sound convincing and failing miserably. I shook my head, was she really thinking that I'd let her stay in this house alone.

"It is necessary. Caroline is a do-gooder. It's in her nature. She just can't help it." I said and Caroline looked at me with an outraged expression but I just passed by her. Rose's voice stopped me.

"I'm going up to bed." She said quietly and stood up, almost losing her balance. I made a step forwards, wanting to help her but she cut me off with a gesture. "Don't worry." She quickly said and flashed up the stairs.

I passed Caroline but she grabbed my hand.

"What the hell happened?" She whispered and came closer to me. I rolled my eyes. I wasn't in a mood for that. I needed to find the bitch, torture her, find out if there was a cure, torture her a little longer then kill her. The plan was simple but I needed to leave the house first, right?

"Where's Elena?" I asked, ignoring her question. "And Stefan, where is he?" He was the only one who could ruin my fun with the bitch.

"Isn't she here?"I shook my head with pursed lips." Then I don't know, she probably has some family drama. And Stefan, he went out..." I narrowed my eyes as I saw that she was hiding something.

"Fine, take care of Rose."

" Wait! Where are you going?" She asked and moved closer. I smirked evilly.

"Out." I said and flashed outside, jumping in my 1967 Chevy Camaro. I let out a sigh as I sped towards the bar. I was sure that Jules the bitch was there. If there was a cure for Rose, I was going to find it for sure.

Annnddd when I pulled in front of Mystic Grill, who do you think was waiting in front of it?

I jumped out of the car.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed as Stefan moved closer to me.

"I'm waiting for you." He said serious-faced and I rolled my eyes. I knew why he was here, and I didn't like it.

"Listen...there are a lot of people here...ok?" I pulled away from him.

" Damn! There goes my plan to rip her spleen through her back." I said sarcastically. Who did he think he was talking to? I was perfectly capable of not killing someone in public. I was impulsive, but I could wait until she was locked in my basement, ok?

I rolled my eyes and turned around starting to walk towards the bar. He grabbed my hand and made one of his sympathetic expressions.

" Hey! Listen...I know you are upset about Rose." I pursed lips from anger. What was up with people today?

"Why do you think I'm upset? I'm fine. I don't know if you know this, but sometimes vampires die."I raised my eyebrows and tried to make myself very clear."I'm just going to have a friendly chat with our lady wolf, Brother. Ease up." I pulled my hand away and pushed him away, starting to walk to the door. And guess who followed me?

"Very annoying of you, Brother." He ignored me and continued walking. "Is Jules in there?"

"I don't know." I rolled my eyes.

"You didn't check?!" I said pushing the front door open. I quickly scanned the place.

"Do you see her?" Asked Stefan as he stopped next to me. I continued looking.

"No, but I see somebody else."I said and reached out my hand, pointing to a girl with long brown hair and leather jacket. She was sitting on the bar, her back facing us.

"Elena? She said she would be with Jeremy." He scrunched his eyebrows."That's weird." I shrugged my shoulders and started walking towards her.

"Elena?" I asked. No response.

"Elena? Elena?" No response. Stefan gently patted her shoulder. " Elena?" She jumped from surprise and quickly turned around, a slight surprise in her eyes.

" Who? ... Oh, me!...Yeah, I'm Elena." She said, her lips forming a cocky smile.

Anger started travelling up my spine as my words formed with venom.

"Katherine." She just smiled even wider, her eyes widening a little.

"Oh, me again." She said raising her right hand. I kicked her chair from anger andd moved closer.

"Damon, people are staring." Stefan warned and patted my shoulder. But I didn't care.

"What games are you playing, Katherine."

"Only one actually." Said a voice from behind us. Stefan turned around first, his eyes widening. I was still looking at Katherine who just smirked.

I turned around. Long brown hair, leather jacket.

"Elena?" Stefan stepped closer. She shook her head and smiled cockily.

"Not exactly." Sounded a voice from our right. I turned my head abruptly. Long brown hair, leather jacket, leaning on the bar. What the hell was happening here?

"Wha...what?" Stefan was looking at all three of them. "What the hell? IS this some sort of a witchy juju thing?"

And that's when it dawned on me.

"Not exactly , Brother." I patted his shoulder, my eyes darting to the first girl."Annabelle."

She smirked.

"Nice to see you again, Damon."