Chapter 3

"So where are you headed tonight?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

Damon fixed the collar of his black striped long sleeved buttoned up shirt. Rolling the sleeves up, he left the top few buttons undone and had a pair of skintight black jeans on with black shoes. He turned away from the mirror and looked at Elena, smirking as he ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing it back a little.

"Right." Elena rolled her eyes, not expecting Damon to tell her much these days. "Stefan told me you had a visitor that had to deal with Rose."

"Little brother doesn't know what he's talking about." Damon said dismissively, deciding to keep his plan to go confront Rose's little friend away from everyone.

Sighing, Elena shook her head and walked out of Damon's bedroom. For once, Elena walking out didn't bother him, his mind focused on confronting Rose's friend. Pouring one final shot of whiskey, Damon downed it while contemplating how best to handle the situation. She knew he was coming, so the element of surprise was gone.

Pulling his black leather jacket on, Damon set the glass on the table and headed out, his keys already in hand. He could hear Elena in the parlor with Stefan, not feeling the jealousy that normally stirred up inside of him. Damon was tempted to go harass his brother during 'Elena' time, but decided against it, not wanting to keep his date for the evening waiting.

Elena looked up at the front door closed and frowned, looking back at Stefan worriedly. "I really hope he doesn't do something crazy." She murmured quietly, snuggling against him.

"You know how Damon is." Stefan simply replied, kissing the top of her head. "I know you worry about him, but he can handle himself. We need to focus on your current problem."

Smiling, Elena sat up on the couch and wrapped her arms around his neck. "And what might that be?"

Stefan growled when Elena's phone suddenly went off and pulled away to give her privacy, going to pour a drink. He listened to the excited voice of Dathan as she told Elena about her date with Tyler Lockwood. Dathan and Elena were good friends, practically growing up together along with Caroline and Bonnie. The four were definitely an unstoppable force when they were together.

"I'm worried Elena, what if Tyler finds out what I am?" Dathan asked, chewing her bottom lip and tried deciding what to wear. "I don't know if he'd be able to handle it."

"Tyler won't care, he's had a crush on you since you moved to Mystic Falls freshman year."

"But I'm not exactly…"

"None of us are, Date." Elena assured her, looking over at Stefan, who had this confused look on his face. "Listen, I have to go, but you got this. You can do this. Text me the details later."

"Will do, thanks again Elle." Dathan hung up the phone and looked in the mirror, taking a deep breath.

"What was that about?" Stefan wondered, walking back over to sit beside his girlfriend, feeling her hesitation. "Elena, if there's something going on with Dathan, I need to know about it."

Sighing, Elena knew she would have to come clean to Stefan. "You have to promise me you won't tell Damon." There was no way Damon could find out about this because he would no doubt use what Dathan could do to his advantage the way he used Bonnie for her witchcraft. "Do you promise?"

Stefan nodded, running a finger down her cheek. "You can trust me. I won't tell anyone, including my brother."

Elena knew she could trust Stefan and clasped her hands in her lap, extremely nervous, beginning the explanation about Dathan's special ability.

Violet had a feeling she would be having company later and decided not to disappoint, pulling into her driveway a few minutes later. She unloaded the car with ease, set her small bar up and had a shot of tequila before going to get ready. No doubt Mr. Macho would be greeting her at any time, so Violet wanted to look at least a little decent.

Pulling out a white baby doll top with black leggings, Violet changed within seconds, fluffing her hair out for style. She slipped on a pair of black and white polka dot flats that matched well, placing a matching hairband on top of her head. She placed a black choker around her neck, diamond studs in her ears and did her makeup in black eyeliner with clear gloss.

She could kick ass and look pretty doing it, chuckling at her inside joke. Walking out of the bedroom, Violet closed the door and headed to the kitchen, trying to decide on what to cook. Tapping her nails on the counter, Violet opened her freezer and decided to make steaks, pulling them out and popped them in the microwave to defrost.

Within five minutes, she had the potatoes peeled, cut and boiling on the stove along with the cheesy vegetables. Flying over to the bar, Violet poured half a glass of rum and then decided a few more drops of blood wouldn't hurt. She had a feeling this vampire was going to be out to stake her, so Violet wasn't taking any chances.

Halfway through making the steaks, the doorbell rang and Violet raised an eyebrow, not expecting him to actually be cordial about this. Shrugging, Violet slipped the steaks back in the oven, having just finished putting a second seasoning on them. She wiped her hands off on the nearby towel before walking out of the kitchen to answer the front door.

"I was wondering if you'd show up." Violet said by way of greeting, not bothering to shut the man out and stepped aside, letting him walk right in. "Can I get you a drink?"

Damon raised a brow, wondering what this woman was up to and followed her into the kitchen. "Sure, bourbon if you've got it." He replied, looking around the small house, used to bigger rooms.

Violet smiled, pouring a tumbler of bourbon and handed it to him, already having her tequila on the counter. "I hope you don't mind, but I made dinner."

"Not at all." Damon walked over and sat on one of the stools of the kitchen island, watching as she stirred something that smelled delicious on the stove. "What are you making?"

"Steak with a few sidings." Violet answered promptly, downing the rest of her tequila and turned away from the stove, hazel eyes locking with electric blue. "You know, you really should practice your stalking methods better." She commented, the smile never leaving her face. "I sensed you a mile away today."

Smirking, Damon downed half the bourbon, swallowing slowly. "Just had to make sure you weren't here to terrorize MY town." If anyone was going to threaten Mystic Falls, Damon would be the one to do so, refusing to let another vampire encroach on his territory.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don't kill people." Violet didn't mind letting that information slip to him, hoping it let his guard down.

"Is that right?" This was going to be easy as Damon slowly stood up, a second later standing in front of her. "You do realize I could snap you like a twig then if you don't drink human blood."

Smiling, hazel eyes flashed as Violet suddenly tackled Damon to the kitchen floor, her hand wrapped firmly around his throat, squeezing as hard as she could. "Just because I don't kill people doesn't mean I don't drink human blood, BOY."

This woman was deadly and lit his blood on fire. "Noted." He grunted out, suddenly turning the tables and had her on her back with his hand gripping her throat, though he didn't squeeze yet. "Now that's more like it."

No fear shined in her eyes, just sheer amusement, as Violet stared up at him almost wickedly. "So you like to dominate." She commented, once more having Damon on his back seconds later, this time, straddling him. "But I'm a dominatrix."

Could this woman get any hotter? Damon growled, starting to flip her again, but she stopped him, feeling her strength. "What's your name?" He demanded, feeling her hand caressing his throat almost affectionately.

"What's yours?" Violet retorted and reluctantly released him, standing on her feet again. "You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."

"I asked you first." Damon retorted, standing up as well, both of them locking eyes on.

Violet sighed just as the oven beeped, telling her the steaks were finished and slipped an oven mitten on to retrieve them. "Well then, it seems as though we're at a standstill." She said thoughtfully, moving the sizzling steaks from the pan to the plate, making sure they were on the rare side. "If you want to eat, there's plenty."

Damon was tired of this game she was playing and waited until she set the pan down before rushing over to her in a flash, grabbing her by the upper arms. "You attacked me and I want to know why." He ordered in a low voice, pressing her back against the counter. "How do you know Rose?"

"It's not polite to manhandle someone who just made you a terrific dinner. How very rude." Violet snorted and shoved him away, watching him slam back against the small kitchen and table, thankfully not breaking the window. "Learn some manners. This is my house and you're a guest, so either answer my question or leave."

Damon growled as his eyes flashed dangerously, wanting to maim this bitch in the worst way. "Damon." He gritted out, getting to his feet again and wondered how someone who didn't kill people could be so strong. "Now, since I'm a guest in your house, it would be rude of YOU not to answers the guest's questions."

"Violet." She slowly turned to face him, smiling warmly and carried the steaks into the dining room right past him.

Following, Damon was surprised she actually revealed her name and filed it away in his head for later. "How do you know Rose?" He asked, watching her set the table for two with wine glasses and the works, folding his arms in front of his chest.

Violet shut her eyes briefly, trying to push the pain away and wished she could flip the switch to turn her emotions off. "Let's eat first and then I'll tell you." She didn't want to ruin her appetite, going back into the kitchen to put the sidings in serving dishes, carrying them both out.

Damon couldn't help wondering if this was some kind of set up, remembering what Rose was running from. Granted, one of the Originals Elijah pardoned her and she ended up dying in a tragic accident that was meant for him, but Damon didn't trust any of the Originals. Something told him they were still after Rose. If Violet was here to try carrying out their plans, he would rip her heart out and shove it down her throat.

"Fine." Damon sat down and watched as Violet did the same, both of them starting to load their plates.

Dinner was eaten in silence, the scrapping forks and knives against the plates the only sound flooding throughout the room. Violet finished first, dabbing her mouth and pushed her plate away, patiently waiting for Damon to finish. Once he did, she cleared the table, put the leftovers away so they didn't spoil and grabbed two bottles of liquor, tequila and bourbon, guiding Damon into the living room.

"Have a seat." She said, walking over to turn the small fireplace on and poured an entire tumbler full of tequila, needing it for the conversation she was about to have. "Rose was my sister, Damon." Violet admitted while staring into the flames, the fire soothing her.

Damon's head shot up when he heard that, eyes widening. "Did you just say sister?" He suddenly needed a drink as big as hers, filling his own tumbler of bourbon. "Rose was your sister?"

"Yes, my big sister."

Damon finally understood why she'd gotten so violent towards him, she was trying to find her family. "Rose never told me she had siblings, only some guy named Trevor."

"Who is now dead." Violet had heard about what happened to Trevor and how Elijah had knocked his head literally off his shoulders. "Trevor was like a brother to both of us." Standing, Violet walked back over to the couch and sat beside Damon, sipping her drink.

"Yeah she told me." Damon felt really out of place and didn't know what to think of this sudden turn of events. Looking at her, he noticed the resemblance finally. "Rose was in a lot of pain over Trevor and a good friend of mine." He missed her and always would.

"Will you tell me what happened to her?" Violet asked, slowly looking away from the fire and into his aquamarine eyes, tears filling her own. "I really need to know, Damon."

Swallowing down some more bourbon, Damon nodded and raked a hand through his thick short black hair. "She was bitten by a werewolf," He began softly, leaning back against the couch and drained his glass. "That was meant for me."

Violet's eyebrows furrowed, turning to fully face him . "How did he wind up getting bitten then?" She somewhat demanded, the hurt clear in her voice.

"She pushed me out of the way when the wolf went to attack me. I stabbed it, but…not in time." Damon still felt guilty what Rose had gone through because it was supposed to be him, not her, that died. "I pissed a werewolf off. I piss a lot of people off, it's my calling."

"Rose…" She sighed, shaking her head and swallowed more tequila. "Always the savior." A single tear slipped down Violet's cheek and she instantly wiped it away, clearing her throat. "She saved me from Klaus's wrath. She sent me far away as soon as Katherine killed herself in our home. Trevor was in love with her apparently and had tried protecting her, but that meant he also crossed Klaus. Rose changed me into a vampire and sent me on my way to fend for myself, even after I begged her not to. She didn't want me running for my life the way she and Trevor did."

"So Klaus has no idea who you are or that you exist?" Damon asked, finding that hard to believe.

"Nobody knows about my relation to Rose, we kept the lid on it pretty tight, especially from the Originals." Violet poured more liquor in her glass, curling up on the couch and rested her head against her hand, her elbow pressed against the cushions. "I would appreciate it if you kept that secret for me. It's the least you can do considering my sister sacrificed her life for you."

Damon normally would've gotten pissed off at that comment, but all he could do was nod, still not believing he was sitting before Rose's secretive little sister. "No problem, I'll take it to the grave." He held his drink up, both of them tapping their glasses together and drained the glasses, each too deep in their thoughts to really say much else.