Thoughts about Damon kept on going through my mind as I twirled the amber crystal between my fingers. Three days, I told myself. Why haven't I destroyed it yet?

There was this constant battle within me that wouldn't let me throw it into the fire. I came close to destroying it about five times, but every time, I would turn around, go back to my bedroom, and curl my hand protectively over the crystal as I slept.

I looked up as I heard loud banging on the cell door. I stood up and looked inside with a wide smile. "Hey 're lookin' a little pale. You okay?"

Damon chuckled. "They got you...to babysit me. Huh, how interesting…"

"You brought this on yourself," I reminded him lightly. "If it were up to me, I would have killed you, but Stefan thinks that you're still worth saving."

"Liar," he whispered, his lips curling. "If your sweet sis was in my place, you would act exactly like Stefan. Sitting high up on that pedestal-"

I scoffed, cutting him off, "I don't think of myself on some pedestal, Damon. Neither does Stefan actually. He just wants what's best for you. I may not have known you when you were human, but from what I gathered from Stefan, you were a good person-you were sweet. Stefan said that when you become a vampire, everything about you is heightened. The bad parts especially."

"Get to the point, witchy." He growled.

"So is this all an act...the bad boy persona," I asked curiously. "What happened to that sweet guy who actually cared about people?"

A horse laughed echoed in the cell as his head slowly turned to me. "I never cared about anyone except Katherine."

"And Stefan. He's your little brother, Damon so don't tell me that you don't care about him. You may hate him, but you also love him. I hate my sister, but I love her too. If anyone is going to bring her down, it will be me and no one else."

"What did she do? There's obviously some hatred there," he asked lowly.

"Oh," I drawled out in amusement. "Now that is a conversation for another time, loverboy."

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he teased.

I laughed in complete amusement. "Sure...when hell freezes over maybe."

"That sweet Damon died a long time ago, my eyes were opened."

I scoffed. "I don't believe that. I may not like you, but there is good inside of anyone. You were human once, you weren't born this way."

"Careful," he warned in a dangerously low voice. "You sound like you care...bad move, witchy."

I smiled sarcastically at him. "You almost fooled me, Damon. Good for you."

I started to walk away from him when he called out to me, "You kissed me back. Don't forget that."

I stopped for a moment before walking back upstairs. I sighed heavily and ran my hands through my curly black hair. I leaned my head against the wooden wall before falling onto the couch and falling to sleep.

Abraham Wilson gently touched the books planted all over his desk. His haunting grey eyes searched the words on the pages carefully. Something caught his attention on the old worn out page, two names to be exact.

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

He knew that this could be no coincidence. He looked for their names further in the timeline. He saw that they came back once in the late fifties, but then left once again. Murder was left in their departure, despair as well.

Abraham knew that first he needed some proof of his findings before he brought this to the council.

He heard the front door close and quickly went out into the hallway. "Hello?"

He grabbed the gun from under the end table by the door and slowly walked around the house, waiting to strike.

"Jade? You home?"

He grunted in pain as something hard hit the back of his head and he fell to the ground. He groggily looked up as his vision blurred, but all he saw was a dark figure.

I smiled as I saw Stefan and Elena washing cars before they waved at me in greeting. Elena went to go talk to Caroline as Stefan strode up to me.

"How's Damon?"

"Weak. Zach is babysitting him. Hey, have you seen my dad? When I came home this morning, he was gone. I was expecting a fight, but he wasn't there."

"No, I haven't seen him," Stefan replied with furrowed eyebrows. "I told everyone that Damon left. Elena is still suspicious and me making dinner for her and letting her get to know some parts of me turned out horribly. It was good for a moment...then she almost saw my face...my true face."

"Well I'm assuming that she believed you since she's all smiles and rainbows today towards you."

"Yeah, she thinks she's just being paranoid," Stefan explained.

I chuckled in amusement. "Oh, this is so gonna blow up in your face, wonderboy."

"She's not ready yet."

I raised an eyebrow in curiously at him. "She's not or you're not, Stefan? Elena is the type of person to depend everything on trust. Especially in a relationship."

"I know, but I'm afraid that I'll lose her, Jay."

"You don't know that," I reminded him. I touched his arm, gasping as my vision was suddenly clouded and I saw something horrifying.

Stefan's voice brought me back from the vision as he asked, "Hey, are you alright?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm not. Something bad is going to happen."

I ran away from Stefan and went towards the woods. My powers were gone now and I only had my human speed to get there. I ran to the boarding house just as the sun set, not realizing that it took me quite awhile to get there.

I ran inside, breathing heavily as I yelled frantically, "Zach?!"

I ran downstairs to Damon's cell, seeing that it was wide opened. I put my hand over my mouth as I almost fell to my knees at the sight of his cold dead body. I put my hand over his heart. Silently whispering that I was sorry.

I stood up and saw foot prints, Damon's foot prints. He got away, but who freed him? I stood up and followed the prints up the stairs leading straight to the door. My phone rang and I answered it quickly, "Hello?"

"Hey there, witchy!" Damon greeted out with sarcasm. "Listen, I need you to do something for me."

"Go to Hell, Damon!" I sneered out at him.

He laughed at me. "Sadly not today. Now put on your listening ears, witchy, and listen closely. Get me my ring or your dear ol' dad will be on the news tomorrow. Trust me when I say that you will know that I made him suffer."

I froze. "Why?"

"You left me to die," he growled. "And here I thought that the kiss we shared together actually meant something...but I guess I was wrong."

I scoffed. "You don't care about anyone but yourself, Damon. You don't care who gets hurts, but Stefan does. And that's why you're alone and you always will be alone, Damon. No one wants you."

There was silence on the other end and for a moment, I had been scared and thought of the worst….until I heard him laugh at me.

"Wow," he whistled. "You've got some balls on you, witchy. It's been awhile since someone has talked to me like that. The last time that someone did, well...I left them to die, Jade. I want my ring."

"Stefan gave it to Zach, sucks for you that you killed him."

Damon laughed and scolded me playfully, "Ha! Stefan already tried that trick on me, witchy. I know that he hid it. Find it for me and Papa Wilson lives to see another day."

"Damon, I swear if you touch him-"

"Take care now. Bye-bye, witchy." He taunted before hanging up on me.

I rolled my eyes then began to dial Stefan.

"Hello?"

"Damon has my dad. He wants the ring back."

"Jade...Elena knows."

"What? H-How?"

"She snooped through history and found evidence that proved Damon and I are older than we say we are."

"She ran for the hills, didn't she?"

"I explained to her that Damon's been the one terrorizing the town and not me."

"She needs time," I explained to him.

"I need his ring."

"Not yet."

"He has my dad and is going to kill him."

"Your dad won't be the only innocent to die right now, Jade. He's on a killing spree-"

"Which means that my dad may die either way, right?" I scoffed. "Bye, Stefan."

I hung up quickly and went outside, walking along the side of the road. I wondered where Damon could be right now, he would have to come back home eventually. The sun would rise as always and since he had no ring, he would need somewhere to hide.

I went back home, tears straining to fall down my cheeks as I closed the door behind me. I frowned as I walked upstairs to my bedroom, feeling hopeless. I knew that I would have to go back to school someday, the amount of homework that I had was piling up heavily on my desk. The cawing of a crow caused me to jump into action, grabbing the knife from under my pillow.

Just as my hand slammed down the knife, Damon's hand flew out to grab my wrist roughly. I whimpered in pain as he twisted it with a smile, his white teeth glimmering in the moonlight as I fell to my knees. I didn't want to let go of the knife, but eventually it fell out of my hand and onto the wooden floor.

"I changed my mind, witch," he sneered at me. "I want the crystal."

"What? No-ah!"

He twisted my wrist and responded, "The crystal for your dad. Stefan will give me back my ring. Two birds, one stone. Win-win for me obviously."

"You bastard," I whispered. "How do you know that I didn't destroy it already?"

Damon chuckled then mused down at me, "You're a witch. A special one at that and something tells me that you like being powerful. You said it yourself, Jade, you were an evil witch once upon a time and I'll bet that you couldn't resist it. Deep down, you're still that wicked ol' witch, aren't you? Just like Stef, always the ripper. You're not controlling it, you're running from it."

"You're wrong," I said, not believing myself when I did. I didn't sound convincing and I wondered if Damon was right. I didn't destroy it because the darkness that still resides inside of me, craves it...craves the power coming from the crystal.

"Am I?"

I didn't answer as I looked away from him. "No, I can't give it to you."

"Fine then your dad will die," Damon said quickly, letting go of my wrist then turning around to leave

"Wait!" I called out to him, cold eyes focused on his own. "Underneath the floorboards...that one."

I pointed to the floorboard near my vanity table and Damon quickly tore it out from the floor. He smirked in victory as he twirled it in his hand then threw it up in the air, catching it. He let out a chuckle as he looked at me on the floor.

"I always remember our kiss, it gave me the chills."

"Go to hell," I seethed at him. "I'll stop whatever it is that you're up to, Damon."

Damon kneeled down and took my chin between his fingers. "Can't wait, witchy."

I watched Damon leave before getting up to my feet before running down the stairs to find my dad on the couch. My hands shook him as I called out to him, "Hey, old man, wake up."

He groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head. "What happened?"

"I think you were drunk and had a little too much fun," I joked.

He laughed. "Maybe."

"Get some sleep, old man," I told him softly as I smiled at him before wrapping my arms tightly around him. "I love you, Dad."

"Is everything alright with you? You're far more touchy-feely than usual, well than ever actually. Is something the matter?"

I shook my head. "No, I just missed you, old man."

TBC…

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