Disclaimer: I don't own Jak and Daxter or the Vampire Diaries. Jak and Daxter belong to Naughty Dog and The Vampire Diaries belong strictly to the CW network. I only own my OC Fawn Salvatore. I know I haven't put up any new chapters in a while, so here's Chapter seven.

Cold, Dead, and In Love

Chapter 7

(Fawn's POV)

After I had run away from HQ, my thoughts began to race. I knew I loved Torn, but I couldn't turn him into the world's most dangerous predator. I did the same thing the night I ran away from home.. run until I couldn't see the HQ. I stopped and reclined by a tree, I needed to gather my thoughts. I knew I was away from HQ, that was a no brainer. But the thing I realized was that I was now outside the city. I looked at my surroundings, there were a few trees in front of me so I came through a forest. But, when I turned around, I noticed a tall building-like structure behind me when I turned around. I groaned, I was outside the godforsaken pumping station. This was one of the last places I wanted to end up, for many reasons. Reason number one, there were a shit ton of confusing pipes. Reason number two, it sure as hell wasn't any kind of petting zoo out here.

'Great,' I thought, 'I'm starting to sound like Daxter.' I sighed.

I was wondering when in the Sam hell I was gonna run into Jak and Dax, I knew those two were running around out here somewhere. But back to me being outside the pumping station. As I said before, this was one of the many, many, many places I didn't want to end the fuck up.

'Could this get any worse?!' I mentally screamed.

And, as if right on cue, my silent question was answered. A pack of Metal Heads were coming my way.

'Yup,' I thought, 'Shit just got worse.'

I knew what I was going to have to do now, fight and kill. My razor sharp fangs extended and my eyes did that funky color changing thing they do. My instincts kicked into high gear as they charged. I lunged at one and sank my teeth into its neck, sucking it dry. I never thought Metal head would taste this good. I was in a complete frenzy now.

I soon heard a loud growl and saw what looked like a darked out Jak and fuzzy little Daxter coming my way.

'Oh, now they decide to show up.' I thought.

I was of course too busy killing Metal Heads left and right. I was still in frenzy mode, I haven't hunted blood in nearly two months, which is another unique thing about me, I can go months without blood. Damon wouldn't be able to last a minute without it, if it were him that is. I punched a Metal Head on my left and watched the Dark Eco charged warrior tear each one limb from limb. I had to feel bad for Jak, after suffering that horrible torture from the Baron and being in the prison fortress for two years. I know what it must've felt like, the Dark Eco I mean. Even though I've never had the stuff charging through me.. I heard it's like vampire venom only a hundred times worse, and I know what vampire venom feels like.

After I'd slaughtered the last of the Metal Heads, and gotten over my little frenzy, Jak returned to normal. Well, Jak normal anyway and Daxter hopped off his shoulder. I was still trying to get my eyes to go back to normal. I guess I haven't hunted in so long that it'll take a minute for them to return to normal. I finally came back to my original state and turned to look at the demolition duo.

But, I realized Daxter was looking at me, "Say sweet cheeks, I've never seen you before." he said.

Jak seemed to notice me as well because he said, "neither have I."

'Oh no, here we go.' I thought, 'they wanna know the whole nine yards. Who I am, where I'm from, and of course.. what I am.'

I sighed then looked at the two with my piercing green eyes, "of course you boys have never seen me before," I said, "because I'm not from here."

'Uh.. they know this...' My brain reminded me.

I was debating on if I should tell them who I am, where I came from, what I am, and all this. But I was afraid one of them would blab about me to the Baron and have me experimented on or something. Jak was looking me over, as if to get a clue to any of his questions about me. I remembered a friend once telling me, 'Jak never forgets a face.'

"Who are you exactly?" Jak asked, his cerulean eyes looking at me curiously.

I sighed, 'begin with the basics,' my brain said, 'your name, age... And be honest about it. You can trust them.'

"My name is Fawn Salvatore. I am 126 years old. I came here to escape..." I trailed off. I couldn't tell them about Damon. For all I know, Jak would wanna try and hunt him down and turn him into meat for his dark side. Then again, I wouldn't be surprised.. I would want to do the same thing, but then Damon's my brother so I kinda can't.

"What were you trying to escape from," Daxter asked, "the Metal Heads? Can't blame ya there sister."

"No," I chuckle, "I can kill two hundred of those vile creatures with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back. I came to escape my brother."

I could just tell Jak was becoming more curious by the minute, "how are you 126? You don't look a day over 17." He smiled.

I had to laugh, now Jak's flirting with me. But I already pledged my heart to Torn, even though I don't really have a heart to speak of.

"I was eighteen when I died," I explained, seeing if he would get the hint as to what I was, "my brother Stefan changed me."

Dax hit me with a Captain Obvious observation, "you're paler than snow."

I laugh, 'well duh." I thought. "Right, because I'm dead." I said, seeing Jak's eyes light up in understanding.

"You're a vampire? Aren't you?" he asked, seeing that my eyes were a little darker than what they originally were.

My eyes now are the color of emeralds, before they were the color of grass.

I nod, "I'm not proud of what I've become, but it's now who I am." I said.

It was true, I wasn't proud of what I had become. Sure, I was unique but still I was a beast. I wasn't the same beauty I was when I was human. I've had to kill, hide from the world, and avoid men. But it's a part of who I am.

'But when you met Torn.. you saw there was more to you.' a voice in my head said.

I smile, it was true. After I met Torn, things became clearer. "I know how you feel." Jak said, breaking me from my thoughts, "you're not the only one who's a monster." I could see the sorrow, anger and pain of what he had to suffer whizzing through his mind. I touched his shoulder, looking at him.

"Jak, I know on certain days you feel like a killer.. I speak from experience." I said, "but, it could come in handy, Think about it, if you came across the Baron you could tear him to shreds."

Jak nodded in understanding, "but that's the thing.. I don't want to be a killer."

I smiled softly, I knew what he meant, "no one of our being wants to be a monster or a killer. But don't think of it that way. My brother once told me to look at it as if it's a way of survival."

He looked at me, looking as if he were trying to think this over, "so, if I feel like killing something.. I shouldn't think of it as murder." he said.

"Right, just think of it as.. feeding your inner animal." I said, "that's what I do when I go hunting."

I noticed Daxter was looking me over, "how come you don't look like us? You know, big pointy ears?"

"Oh give it time.. it'll catch up to me." I laugh, even though I was serious.

I decided to trek a little further after touching Jak's cheek in farewell and rubbed Dax's fuzzy head. I couldn't tell them about me and Torn, just yet at least. I walked away into the woods again and sat by the pond to think. I began to think about some of the reasons I wanted to stay here in Precursia. One of the reasons was pretty obvious, I was in love with Torn. He showed me how to love, and trust. Another was because I wanted to help fight for the city, run down or not it was a place worth fighting for. I know if I stayed for too much longer, I would turn into an elfan.. but I didn't care and I never will. I made up my mind. I was going to stay. I stood from my place by the pond and turned to head back for HQ. By the time I turned to leave, I heard a loud growl. I turned and saw a Metal Head coming up behind me. I couldn't react in time, oh I was sure this would end bad.

I soon heard the sound of a gun being loaded and fired. I jumped but then turned to see who it was. When I turned around, I saw Torn standing there gun in his hand and putting it back in his holster. I smiled wide and ran into his arms, he was worried, he came looking for me. But most of all, he found me. I heard a chuckle and turned my head,

"Damon.." I said, firmly.

"I gotta hand it to you sis, you really know how to hide." He chuckled.

I sigh, 'what's he doing here?' My brain thought, I didn't have any form of an answer.

I looked at him, "Damon, leave now." my voice now stern.

Damon I could see was taken aback my tone of voice. But he pressed on, I knew what he was doing, he was trying to get me to come home. Well, he wasn't doing that good of a job. If it were Stefan, or anyone but Damon, they would've known by now that I wanted to stay here.

"I am not coming home!" I snarl, "I am more than happy here."

Torn kept his arm wrapped around my waist.

I continued my candor, "I want to stay for the following reasons. I can help people here, things I couldn't do at home without being called a monster. I can be who I want to be, no one here cares that I'm different they think it's rather cool. And the last reason is the most important.. I'm in love with Torn here."

I motioned with my head at Torn. He was looking lovingly at me, then pressed his lips to my forehead.

"You don't fit in here!" Damon roared.

'Alright... that does it!' My brain screamed.

'Give it to him hard Fawn!' My heart roared.

"I didn't fit in at home Damon! And you don't fit here! So you can just take your sorry, asshole ass home! And never EVER bother me again!" I screamed.

Damon knew he lost, so he just left. I spun back to Torn and hugged him again.

"I shouldn't have left.. I'm so sorry." I said.

He chuckled, "I know why you did, but I still got worried. I had to at least make sure you were alright."

He kissed my head again then snagged his keys from a place in his belt.

"Come on baby, let's get the hell out of here and back to HQ." he said, taking my hand and lightly squeezing it.

I smile and softly squeeze his hand in return, before nodding and following him to his hellcat cruiser. I was glad that I made up my mind to stay here, it feels like I'm starting my life over from square one. Well, square one in a new world anyway. Tomorrow, I was officially going to make my point that I was going to help Torn and the Underground fight the Baron's forces and ride him out of power. I couldn't wait to get started.