Okay, so this is the next chapter in this story :)

I would have updated days ago but my internet wasn't working.

ILoveFanFic76 - oh no, oh gawd you said Team Mitchie. thanks for the review.

full360-2b-me - haha no, no volcanoes... yet ^_^ lol, i love ur reviews , thanks for reviewing, but madeline is wayyyy better than mitchie, sorry! lol jk

Mell23 - yeah Team Madeline! i love her evilness but im with u on this. i do love mitchie but madeline catches my eyes more.

AnnieMJ - no, no no no no madeline rocks! i love Madeline! Yes, you got it right. Mikayla was never underneath the tomb, but Madeline thinks she is. Mitchie knows Mikayla was never in the tomb, but Mitchie feels bad for her sister, cause Madeline thinks she's under there. Get me now?

thousand lies - gah, another team Mitchie fan! god, why does nobody like Madeline D: thanks for the review :) im glad you like it, and only one of Alex's friends will be supportive

x-crazy-4-cat-x - another team mitchie fan? NO! yeah okay, madeline does realllllyyyyy put a huge kink in their relationship, and i don't wanna give you a huge spoiler, but Alex finds comfort with Madeline when her and Mitchie have a fight, and they kinda get it on. D: i know , its so wow ! yeeee thanks for the review and your answers/comments :)

ToughDramaHunny - awh, i hope ur relationship problems get sorted out . yeeeee ookay i don't know if your team mitchie, or team madeline, but i hope its madeline! :) thanks for the review :) and yes, i think u can tell i love faces as well :P

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Normal POV

Mitchie had ended up staring at the bodies, which easily turned to crying over them. The girls were so young, just teens, never really enjoying their lives yet, nor exploring the world outside their town. Their open dead eyes watched Mitchie as she sat against a tree, head in her hands, mourning over their deaths.

How was she going to move them? Where would she put them?

She would have to bury them before they started to decompose. Tonight she could get Katy to help her dispose of them. Mitchie had to drag the bodies farther into the woods, hiding them in a deep curve in the woods floor, and picked up piles and piles of leaves to cover them from obvious view...

...xXx...

Mitchie quickly stopped off at The Grill, looking for some liquid therapy. She had paid the bartender for a glass of brandy, and it was obvious he didn't really care about who was drinking, not even care to ask for her I.D..

She had sat at the bar for hours, managing to down some 14 glasses, while a familiar girl watched in the back. Mikayla watched from far away in the back corner, martini raised to her lips as she took a sip watching Mitchie. The way she moved, so graceful, yet confident and strong. Mikayla's eyes were luminous, and her face was flushed, but it wasn't from her drinking too quickly. It was thinking of Mitchie, laying across her bed before joining together in physical intimacy. She downed her drink, and within a blink of an eye, she was gone once more, lost into the night. Mikayla had decided to leave, just for a while, seeing Mitchie too much was a risk for the both of them. She would go to a few towns here and there around Mystic Falls, and then visit back when she could.

Mitchie was about to drag herself from the bar, her drunken stupoor wasn't that strong. It took a lot to get a vampire piss wasted, but she wasn't far from it. Just as she was about to leave, the bartender spoke once again.

"Here, think of it as a consolation prize." He passed her a tequila shot, and she took it, stupidly. It tasted sour, and wrong, and she choked and coughed as it ran down her throat.

She felt her throat burn, and almost sting so painfully she nearly screamed. Mitchie watched as the bartender examined her carefully from afar while cleaning a glass, making himself look busy as his eyes twitched over to her constantly. The immortal trailed a hand over her forehead, wiping away a bit of strange icy sweat that adorned it. She felt suddenly cold. And for a vampire, she looked a little green. Suddenly lightheaded, she grasped the bar for support, dizzy. It was becoming more difficult by the moment to think clearly. She could feel the inside of her throat, and how it was scolding the skin inside.

Vervain.

Fuckin bastard. It hit her like a freight train. The council is on alert, and their taking all precautions. She promised to herself to keep calm.

"Thanks man." She waved at him, and he just gave her a nod, still watching her. She travelled the distance of the bar to the door unsteadily, one hand trailing along anything that could have held her up, struggling to keep standing. Her vision slightly wavered as she made it outside. The vampire took off her leather jacket, much too warm now. Mitchie clutched her stomach in pain, her knees buckling a few corners away from The Grill and she was only dimly aware of the cool grass underneath her cheek in the park as she slipped into total unconsciousness.

...xXx...

"Mitch?... Mit - chie? Wake - up." The voice raised and fell as she heard it from far away, and she was slightly aware of the knots in her stomach as her eyes focused. Katy sat on the little room that she had left on the couch, staring at Mitchie as she sat up. A wave of nausea swallowed her and she threw up in the bucket Katy had gathered from the storage closet.

"How you feeling?" Katy asked when Mitchie had finished tossing her cookies.

"Peachy." Mitchie slagged out, her throat still very tender.

"What was wrong with you?"

"Vervain." Mitchie replied as she pulled off her sweat stained shirt. "The bartender at The fucking Grill was told to put vervain into the tequila. The council knows there's vampires here, and it was a precaution. I should have smelt it first. I'm so stupid." Mitchie shook her head, disgusted with herself. If she hadn't of drank so many brandy's, making her look drunk, she would have been found out for sure.

"Should I know what vervain is?" Katy asked taking the sick bucket and her shirt away.

"It's poison, to vampires." Katy listened intently, piecing everything together.

"How do they know vampires are here?" She asked, still a little confused.

"Madeline." Mitchie answered with one word.

"Your sister?"

"Yeah, her."

"I'm going hunting. I'll be back in an hour." Katy answered as she stood up. Mitchie knew she was scared of Madeline seeing her, and just needed time to mull things over.

Mitchie moved herself up the stairs, still weak, and heading to her bed.

...xXx...

Mitch slumped out the shower, dressed in jeans, hair still wet, barefoot and just pulling on a long sleeved grey V-neck. It was in the early hours of the morning. Mitchie ducked in suprise as a crow suddenly flew into the room from her open balcony door. The brunette watched as it settled down onto her desk, his beady eyes darting back and forth in the room. Mitchie waved her hand, attempting to startle the bird away, but it stayed as still as a statue, unafraid of her. She grabbed a book from her desk, and smacked it in the side, jostling it enough to only stumble around further on her work station. Huffing, she grabbed it while it pecked at her thumb, and threw it outside the window, letting it fly away into the night.

The moon was full tonight, glistening in white light streaks onto the community as the street lamps turned off. Motion to her right caught her attention, but when she looked, nothing was there. She was too tired to do anything tonight, the vervain still in her system, tiring her out. Turning away from the balcony, and towards her bed, she stopped when she heard foot steps.

The smell was unmistakable and dread filled her. Her eyes closed briefly, tired and siateted by the visitor. Mitchie kept her back turned away from her, hoping, wishing, begging that the person wasn't truly there. The brown eyed vampire shook her head, unwilling to accept what she knew was behind her. She waited, and then the visitor spoke.

"Hello sister." Brown eyes turned to meet her seemingly person-like doom.

"Hello Madeline." Mitchie spoke broken and adversedly.

...xXx...

Mitchie and Madeline stood apart, waiting for the other to speak. Madeline rolled her eyes at Mitchie's stubborn, malcontent.

"So, that Alex sure does look a lot like Mikayla. She is one hell of a catch." Madeline adminished teasingly as she examined all the things in Mitchie's room, especially her photo of Mikayla. "God, 1904 was a good year for her. Mmm mmm." Madeline crashed into Mitchie's bed, spreading her arms all over the comforter, infecting it with the smell of sugar peaches; the smell Mitchie loathed with a passion.

"What are you doing here?" Mitchie asked as she leaned onto her work desking, after successfully pulling the photo of Mikayla away from her prowling sister. She had to admit, she did always end up laughing when Madeline was around her, but it was only at her; from her being so profound and immature even after living century's.

"Oh, contrare dear sister of mine, you know what i'm here for."

"Mhm, yes... Mikayla is the object of your desires." Mitchie played along with her little game.

"Bingo Mitchie! So, how do we get her out of that lifetime prison of her's?" Madeline was now going through her books, throwing the occasional one she didn't like behind her where Mitchie was there to catch them, her lips a thin, pressed, tight line.

"I don't want Mikayla out of the tomb Madeline. I'm over her." Mitchie informed as she pulled herself onto her work desk, examining a dismayed sister of hers.

"You're over her? Is that why you went out and find someone who looks exactly like her! It's like you've gone and bought a replica!" Mitchie shook her head, laughing slightly.

"Alex is nothing like Mikayla. She's sweet and kind, and funny, and caring and better than Mikayla in every way." Madeline let out a bellowing laugh.

"You know, that's just what Mikayla was like in the beginning of our little threesomed love triangle. Awh, don't you miss the good times? We had so much fun back then."

"It was just a twosome, until you joined in. I was engaged to her, and you went a slept with her, numerous times Madeline!"

"Oh, details, details Mitchie. Point is, I want her out of the tomb, and I need your help, so, you are going to give it to me, and then, i'll leave you all alone for the rest of your miserable life that you can spend growing old with Alex. Oh, wait, she'll die, and you'll stay the same age. I forgot for a moment there." Madeline was digging deep into her memory. In all means, Mitchie felt bad for her sister. Mikayla was never in the tomb, nor did she tell her, and she never visited her over the amount of 30 decades.

"You know, I think you should get over her. Get someone new, fall in love and ruin their life." Mitchie replied.

"I would never do that and leave you all alone and peaceful. I guranteed you a lifetime of misery, and I can promise you, I haven't changed my mind about that."

"You know, our love for her wasn't real. She compelled us to love her."

"I loved her!" Madeline shouted, and rushed her body against the wall, crushing a now controlling Mitchie, forearm to her neck, pressing hard and purposeful. "It was real." Madeline whispered brokenly, kept up by false hope, still under Mikayla's power. "Can't you remember her? The feel of her skin, her lips, her eyes Mitchie! I know you can remember, and the best part of this will be when she chooses me, leaving you a lonely Mitchie all over again just like in 1705."

Mitchie didn't show it, nor would she admit, but she was getting pretty fustrated.

"What makes you think i'll be alone?" Mitchie quizzed, thinking of certain Alex Russo.

"When I promised you a lifetime of misery Mitchie Torres... I meant that I would take everybody you love away from you... I will rip Alex's heart out, and shove it back in, while she's dies, bleeding, in your arms." Madeline voices held a certain tone of calm peace, her eyes sharp with power as she threw Mitchie to the floor, and moving on with her day. "Thank you for your cooperation." Madeline smirked as she stood above her. Mitchie growled, eyes red, and attacked, murder in her eyes...

Smash!

The window broke with the weight and power of both of them ramming into it, Mitchie's arms wrapped around Madeline's body as she dragged her down to the concrete driveway. When Mitchie shakily stood up from the glass, pieces sticking out of her, with her back sore, Madeline was nowhere to be seen. She grabbed her back, and pulled out that sharp shard of glass she swore Madeline stabbed into her. She examined the blood on it, and threw it to the ground.

"Oooh, nice performance." Madeline flashed back, hitting Mitchie in the chest, smacking her straight into the fence, while the cracking of bones could be heard, and making her land on the ground. "But you know that once you stopped drinking human blood, you lost that battle." Madeline growled as she threw her leg at her and punted Mitchie in the side as she rolled over, holding onto her now shattered ribs, letting out a shrill of pain. "Oh, look Mitchie, we had a observer." Madeline smiled immorally, looking at a small, human girl who had witnessed the encounter. Mitchie turned her head to see the girl looking at her, petrifed.

"No, Madeline - no!" Mitchie defended, groveling along the floor, rubbing against the glass, trying to get Madeline to leave her alone. "Madeline, if you must, compell her, but don't kill her, she doesn't deserve it."

The girl trembled in fear and started running, but Madeline was in front of her, forcing her back to only feet away from Mitchie.

"Leave me alone." The girl commanded as she stepped backwards, away from the blue eyed monster.

"No, please - Maddy, don't." Mitchie ground out, feeling her ribs healing.

"She's seen to much." That calm, peaceful tone that scared Mitchie was back again as she touched the tears that fell down the girls cheeks, lost in her fear.

"No, don't do it Maddy." Mitchie begged, terrified for this girls life, her own tears threatening to spill out.

"I'm not sorry." Madeline smiled out to the girl. She took the girls face in her hands. The girl looked at the hands on her face, twitching between them as she sobbed, and shook.

Snap!

Mitchie groaned out as she heard the sound of the young humans neck break. The girl fell in front of her, eyes open, blood running from her mouth, neck bones displaced. Mitchie let the tears run freely.

"What have you done?" Mitchie wailed as she crawled over to the girl, taking her head in her hands and holding her, hoping she would just come back to life and Mitchie would take her home and let her forget all about this night. Madeline turned, a 'in peace' look plastered across her demeanor.

"Oh, where's your ring?" Madeline quizzed, and with the girl still in her arms, looked to her slim fingers. The ring wasn't there.

"Madeline, give it back." Mitchie ordered.

"The sun comes up in a few hours, I hope you don't have school today."

"Madeline." Mitchie growled out, her eyes red and black, anger filled her.

"Oh Mitchie i'm just kidding." She held out her ring and Mitchie accepted it, placing it on her fingers and rubbing in back and forth. "I wouldn't do that to you." She teased and Mitchie shook her head at her. "Okay, well maybe I would. But, hey, look at that, dinner." Madeline wrenched the girl from Mitchie's screaming arms and picked her up bridal style.

Suddenly, Madeline stopped and turned around, the dead girl still limp in her arms, legs and head drooped awkwardly.

"Who's in the house?" She quizzed, looking between the mansion and Mitchie. The blue eyed sister didn't respond.

...xXx...

Alex stared at the broken window and the glass shards on the floor outside of Mitchie's house, then she looked at the dent in the fence. Alex didn't miss the blood drops on the concrete either. Her jaw clenched. She walked to the wooden doors and knocked on them, awaiting Mitchie.

Mitchie answered out of breath, and her eyes widened when she saw Alex there. The last of the color in her face drained, and she started to shake her head.

"No, no, quick leave. You have to go." Mitchie begged, keeping the door closed to a certain spot, not letting Alex have a look in. She looked desperate. In fact, now that Alex got a good look at her, she could see an abundance of blood on her clothes and in her black curls.

"Mitchie, what the hell is wrong? What happened? Your hurt." Alex cried, hating to see Mitchie in any type of pain. She touched her neck, and Mitchie nearly melted into her arms. She could see that the house was in complete disarray and Katy was spread out on the couch, now that she was closer to Mitch. "God, did you guys have a fight?"

"No, we didn't, but Alex you have to go-and go now." Mitchie was starting to tremble in fear for Alex. Madeline was only upstairs, and she had no doubt that Madeline could hear them talking.

"Mitchie i'm not going anywhere with you looking like that." Alex had shouldered her way passed Mitchie and to where Katy lay, disheveled on the couch, barely alive, the blood pooling beneath her. "Oh god." Alex's hand covered her mouth, sick from the manic sight. "Is she okay?" Alex rushed over to Katy and stopped when she saw the gaping wound in her torso, taking a chunk out of her. Seeing the massacre made her feel faint, but she pressed on. "Mitchie, she should be in the hospital!"

"Uggghhhh." Katy groaned as she shifted a little, and her skin tightened together, rejoining in some places. "Ah!" She gasped out, her nails breaking the skin on her forehead.

"What the...?" Alex asked as she backed up-into someone's body. From her side sights, she could see Mitchie flinch and frown, her head now focused intently on the ground. Alex tried to swallow that lump in her throat that had formed, but it wouldn't go down; it was stuck there to get bigger. She took a deep gulp, and faced the blue eyed girl that held her gaze. Alex couldn't breathe. It was the girl she had kissed! Mitchie's sister!

"Hello." She smiled handsomely, the look in her eyes like no other, and Alex wouldn't, couldn't look away.

"..." Alex had tried to respond, her nerve centre shut down just thinking of those lips once more.

"I think i've broke your girlfriend Mitchie." Madeline teased and brushed her way passed a dizzy Alex. The slight smell of lavender had shocked her, and filled her with a seething sense of sensuality.

"She's not my girlfriend Madeline." Mitchie was now stood between the two, while Madeline smiled at the work she had achieved on Katy's body.

"Isn't that a beautiful sight? Katy was the one that got away, and I come visit you, and here she is, ready for me to start torturing her again. Life's great, isn't it?"

Alex had started to see just how deranged she was, and started to quake. Mitchie had noticed, and wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her close, pressing her cheek into the warmth of her hair.

"You need to leave. I'll walk you to the door." Mitchie stated firmly, but the tone in her voice was a sure way to get Alex to leave safely. Alex had rushed out the door, and Mitchie stopped her as she was down the path.

"I want you to have this. It's a necklace-it's supposed to protect you. Please keep it on all the time." She held a small heart shaped, swirl decorated necklace with a thin steel chain. Alex dumbly nodded and Mitchie placed it into her hand.

"What just happened Mitchie?" Alex whispered out, looking, needing for answers. A sharp pang of pain hit her chest as Alex eyes screamed scared. Her face was sheet white, and her hands trembled.

"I can't explain, but you can't tell anyone what you just saw." Mitchie gripped Alex's shoulders tightly. "No one-do you understand?"

Alex just nodded. She was suddenly aware of Mitchie's worried eyes and the hands that were rubbing up and down her back. She jumped up into Mitchie's embrace wrapping her hands into the back of her hair-searching for her lips.

And then there was only sensation-heat, liquid softness, muscles straining to connect, hands grasping. Their two forms melded, joining, fused as they pushed the straining want between each other. When Mitchie's hand dropped to her butt and pulled Alex roughly against her thigh, Alex stumbled on weak knees.

"Oh god." Alex let a soft moan out as there lips left for a slight inhale of air. "Don't stop." She choked out as she reconnected their lips and pulled her closer, Mitchie's hair tightly fingered in her hands. Mitchie's hands worked there way just under her shirt and in the light of mid-day, they were lost in their embrace. With the pads of Mitchie's fingers, she rubbed her hips back and forth, making Alex shiver, her blood run between her legs and make her belly ache in desire. Mitchie now felt the need in her throat, that thirst that seemed to build every second she kissed Alex.

She pulled away, and pressed her cheeks to Alex's, hiding her face away, ashamed. She didn't want to need Alex's blood like she did when she was around.

"Let me see you." Alex begged, wanting to see those eyes she had fell deep into.

"I can't." Mitchie had her eyes clenched tightly and her body trembled for Alex.

"Mitchie, don't push me away again." Alex was struggling against Mitchie's arm, wanting to take that step back to see her eyes. When Mitchie relented, Alex had stopped dead still.

Mitchie's eyes were a thick, emotioned black and the veins beneath her eyes were a cherry red and burgandy black.

"Your-" Alex started, but she was too shocked. Mitchie's face was pain at the sight of Alex. She was terrified and a slight pain struck her chest. Alex didn't say anything as she started to move away from the love of her life, feet guiding her away as fast as they could, but Mitchie, was obviously quicker.

"Alex please, stop-"

"No!" Alex was trying to manuever her way around, but Mitchie was relentless.

"I can explain, please just listen!"

"Get out my fucking way Mitchie!" Alex had shouted, and before Mitchie could even compose herself, Alex was gone, running home-scared and hurt.

...xXx...

Alex had spent the last two days in her room, and that only further pissed off her math teacher, confused Mandy, and worried Mitchie. For the past 48 hours, she hadn't left the room, ate or drank, and she was only a shadow of what she used to look like only a short time ago. The deep circles beneath her eyes suggested a lack of sleep, and her wrinkled clothes showed she had been lying in them. A wrinkled newspaper was settled on her desk, one page particulary worn with the image of two young females on it.

"Alex, you have to come out of there sometime!" Mandy persisted through the wooden door. "You haven't ate for days-you must be starving." She tried the doorknob, but it was locked, and her shoulders fell when it wouldn't budge. "Alex, I swear if you don't come out here this instant-"

The door swung open, and a wraith like Alex stepped into the light, outlining the stark contrast of her deeply set eyes.

"Are you sick?" Mandy was shocked by the look of her. It wasn't normal!

"No Mandy, i'm not sick." And she was right, she wasn't sick. She just felt numb, terribly numb and frozen.

"Come on, let's get you some food." Mandy directed the weak brunette down the stairs and settled her into the kitchen chair.

Alex watched, and poked at the food that had been prepared for her. She couldn't eat, not now. When Mandy wasn't looking she just dropped the mashed potatoes onto the ground with a slight plop and carried on pouring the rest of her food into the flower vase they had on the table. Mandy knew what she was up to. When Alex gave her a small fleeting smile, Mandy took the flowers while Alex watched her subjectively and poured out the peas and carrots back onto her plate.

"Nice try Alex. So, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Alex answered to her plate, not able to face her guardian.

"Well, if nothing's wrong, I guess you can go to school tomorrow then." Mandy was now being the parent she had never been, and Alex only nodded her head slightly, still ingrossed with other thoughts. Her half drooped eyelids covered her dull brown eyes, and a constant pout accompanied that. Mandy sighed, and gave up, knowing, hoping the girl would come around soon enough.

...xXx...

Normal POV- (9 years ago)

Mitchie had never appreciated the effort it took to being a part of the community, even if that meant dressing up all fancy and having a ball. Mitchie pulled on her black dress pants, her white dress shirt and roughly draped her cream tie around her neck. Although Mitchie was a girl, she was gay, and she did not want to wear a dress. She wore her black suspender's keeping up her trousers. Black leather shoes finished the striking combonation, and she got ready to tie her tie.

"I always loved you in a suit." She heard the voice behind her, and she wilted internally. Mikayla scanned over the crisp attire. Her cufflinks were the perfect length, the pants enhanced her butt just right, and overall it looked like her suit was perfectly tailored to her bust, hips and shoulders. "Especially Armani." Mikayla smoothed the wrinkled shoulders of her suit, and Mitchie studied her but all she found was love overpowering her eyes. Mitchie was about to sink into her, give her what she wanted, but anger rose to the surface.

"You left me again! Once again, I let you back in, and i'm left heartbroken. Will you ever stop?"

"Mitchie, i'm here, right now, just for you. I'm here aren't I? I could be with your damned sister, but i'm not." Mitchie was struck back. Normally Mikayla toyed with her a little more before mentioning her sister. Someone must be squeezing her, was Mitchie's initial thought, someone must be pressing her nerves.

"Mikayla, I want to be with you all the time. I want to lie down to sleep with you and I want to wake up with you in my arms in the morning. I want to hold you for more than a few hours, and for god's sake I want to marry you!"

"Whose the desperate, needy girl now Mitchie?" Mikayla smirked, sitting down on the closest chair, and smiling at her ex-lover. Mitchie only just took in the sight of the red tips of her otherwise raven colored hair.

"Mikayla, you self centered bit-"

"Shhh." Mikayla zoomed over to Mitchie, pressing her fingers to her lips. "You'll only waste your breath saying something I already know." Mikayla was honestly hurt. Mitchie's words hit her like a hammer, blowing a hole straight into her chest. Mikayla's thumb ran wistfully over Mitchie's lips, slightly pulling and tugging them down. "Let me be your date tonight." Mitchie actually considered what she said. She most definetly wanted to to go with Mikayla that night.

"No. You've left me for too long Mikayla. A person can only handle so much pain."

"Your not a person!" Mikayla reminded sharply. "You are dead!"

Mitchie knocked her straight into the side, sending her flying and crashing into the chair she had been previously sat in. Mikayla was up in seconds, catapulting towards Mitchie angrily, but she knew her tactics. The younger girl grabbed her hair, and wrestled her against the wall; Mitchie's front to Mikayla's back, and Mikayla's front to the wall.

"Oh, god, touch me!" Mikayla shouted, a deep lust had ignited in her, and she loathed the power Mitchie had, but reveled in it also.

Mitchie turned her around and saw how deep and dark Mikayla's eyes were, her affection burning like a flame. They found each other's lips, and Mitchie took the contol, taking Mikayla in her arms, lifting her up around her waist till she hit the piano where she wrenched her onto. Mitchie had ripped the tights away Mikayla wore, and Mikyala worked on the button of Mitchie's shirt. Mitchie felt her belly stir in desire, making a slight butterfly effect inside her. She felt Mikayla gasp out as she caressed her, and touched her, and she showed Mitchie the only way she could express her desire. She moaned, and moaned, and moaned. Mikayla let her fingers smooth over Mitchie's suspenders and shift them off, watching as Mitchie looked her in the eyes.

"I love you." She whispered, watching how Mikayla drew a small smile.

"I love you too." Mikayla replied before taking Mitchie's bottom lip in her in a harsh love bite, digging her teeth deep in to draw the blood...

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