I KNOW I'M A HORRIBLE PERSON CAUSE I TAKER FOREVER TO UPDATE. I'M SORRY.

This isn't that long of a chapter, but I'm trying to delve a little bit more into the plot...

Here we go...

Chapter 3:

After living in Mystic Falls, hardly anything scared me. I had dealt with crazy witches, werewolves, hybrids, and goddamn insane originals… but I had never dealt with any cryptic messages from no one. It was so Pretty Little Liars.

But, to be honest, if there was one thing that scared the crap out of me, it was Pretty Little Liars.

Less than five minutes later, Derek descended in through my open bedroom window, the feral red gleaming in his eyes. He glanced at me, holding my gaze for a moment before he walked over to my wall, dipping in fingers in the thick crimson blood. He brought it up to his nose to sniff it, pulling his hand back immediately, eyebrows contorted.

"It's not human blood." He said angrily.

Of course it wasn't human. That would be too simple, and nothing could be simple anymore. Somewhere next to me Stiles squeaked.

"What is it then?" I asked quietly

Derek's eyebrows furrowed as he glared at me. "Vampire."

That very moment, Stiles' dad called out from the bottom of the stairs. "Stiles, I just got a call from the station. There's something I have to take care of and I'll be home late. Make sure you're in bed early!"

"Sure thing pop!" Stiles replied back, his voice a tone higher than usual.

"Same goes for you Caroline!" The sheriff yelled

"No staying up late. Got it!" I yelled back.

We were quiet until the front door slammed shut. Then Stiles was running into his room, Derek right on his heels. With a huff, I followed.

"What are you doing? We have a very big problem –" I trailed off as I saw what was happening in the room. Stiles already had a walkie-talkie out and his computer open, fiddling with dials aimlessly.

"There's a creepy bloody threat on your wall, and my dad just got a call from the station. It's not hard to do the math Caroline." Stiles rolled his eyes, continuing his fiddling to get rid of the static coming through the speaker. "Got it." The static coming through the speaker stopped, and his dad's voice rung through the room.

"I'm on my way. What do we got, Steve?" Sheriff Stilinski's voice sounded calm.

"About twenty miles past the Hale house there's a one room shack. There's a body in it."

I glanced at Stiles upon hearing this, but I wasn't surprised to see a shocked face looking back at me. Murders were common in Mystic Falls, but they weren't here.

"Condition?" the sheriff prodded, bringing me back to the conversation happening through the walkie-talkie.

"The body is drained dry, not a spec of blood left in it. And there's a stake through the heart."

"A stake?" the sheriff asked quizzically.

There was an audible gulp from the other officer. "It seems the murderer had some kind of vampire fetish. According to mythology you drive a stake through the heart of a vampire to kill it. There's also vervain all over the place too. Which is apparently a plant used to weaken vampires."

I took a step back unconsciously. Chances were pretty high that this was the vampire whose blood was on my wall, and it looked like whoever killed the boy know what they were doing.

"Alright, I'm on the way officer." The sheriff interrupted my thoughts. "Secure the perimeter. Gather whatever evidence you can find. I want tests ran."

There was a few minutes silence before the officer returned to the radio. "Sir, there's one more thing. Over the body there's a name… written in blood."

The sheriff took a shaky breath before replying. "What is the name?"

"Damon Salvatore."

My stomach fell to the floor upon hearing the name. "No. No. No." It couldn't be possible. This was Damon we were talking about. He doesn't die.

Derek's head snapped to look at mine. "Spit it out Caroline."

When I lifted my shining eyes to meet his, the hardness he kept in them softened. And then I spoke. "Damon was my friend."

"Sorry that life isn't a movie. People die. Get used to it." Derek said bitterly, turning away from me.

"I KNOW THAT." I shouted, startling both of them. I could feel the tears leave my eyes as pure anger replaced them. I was sick of it; sick of assumptions and hot, burly werewolves who turned out to be such idiots. "You see Derek, if you knew me, you would know that I know that better than anyone else." I whispered, my voice eerily calm. "Get your egotistical werewolf head out of your ass because we have a serious problem here. Damon Salvatore wouldn't go down without a fight. And he is a pretty good fighter."

Before I knew it, Derek was looming over me, his face a mere two inches away from mine. "What are you saying, Caroline?"

"Help me clean the blood off my wall." I said, turning away from him. Clearly if whoever wanted me dead already, I would be dead. But it wasn't my time yet, and there was no way in hell I would be going down without a fight.

That's it! So I don't know how much I really like this chapter, but I spent forever thinking about what to do for the story, and I wasn't coming up with anything so I just wrote and this came out! So I'm just gonna go from here now... we'll see how it goes I suppose!

Also, I'm hoping to update whenever I can, but this is me we're talking about, and I still don't really know where I'm going with this story so please be patient!

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Thanks for reading even though I'm horrible and I take forever! It means a lot!

-Amanda