A/N: So this chapter is just pretty much Isabella/Damon. I'm not sure about the ending though...

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga or the Vampire Diaries.


Chapter 8: The Ripper and The Wolf

Damon POV

"Did you know that I had once seen you before Damon?" Isabella says from behind where I'm sat in front of the fireplace, scotch mixed with blood in hand, staring into the flames. I turn my head slightly in her direction.

"Really?" I sigh, not caring about what she has to say. I hear the sound of her footsteps coming closer before she sits down next to me.

"1912." I snap my head around to look at her in interest. "No idea what your name was, I just saw you talking to Sage. Of course at the time I didn't care what it was about. After all, I was just passing through to see her, I had no time to think about the other vampires in the area." She smiles. "I left the very same night."

"How do you know Sage?" I ask, curious to how she knew the woman who basically created my whole personality as a vampire.

"It's a short story that I would rather not tell you." She replies, her smile being replaced by an apologetic look. I'm used to her not answering my questions by now. "A century later and I found out your name. I can tell you that it was not under pleasant circumstances."

Isabella looks at me then, her eyes showing that she is saddened by whatever she is thinking about. I can't help but wonder how she actually knows me and what I've done that has caused her to feel what she is.

"You killed Lexi." She mutters, turning her head away to watch the flames of the fire dance.

I'm shocked at this revelation, and as I put my glass down on the side table, I can't help but feel the guilt rise up in me like it did when I drove the stake through her heart. I felt bad about it at the time although I pushed it down and tried to ignore it. Lexi had done nothing to deserve what I did to her but I needed someone to take the blame for the human's I had drained.

"Her boyfriend Lee called me up and broke the news." She carries on after a couple of minutes of silence. "I had to resist the urge to hunt you down and kill you myself. But before I could, he told me how he tried to take revenge but in the end decided not to because Lexi wouldn't want that." She glances at me. "That's the reason your head is still attached to your body right now."

"Why are you telling me all of this?" I question surprised at how close I was to death without even knowing.

"Just letting you know how small the vampire world is." She chuckles softly. "You have to admit, it is weird."

I can't help agreeing with her but after all, she is an Original. She probably has met most of the vampires in existence.

"How do you know Lexi? Or is this something else you don't want to tell me?"

"I was the one who turned her."

Isabella POV

Stunned silence. Good thing I was expecting that reaction; his eyes wide, his body frozen in slight shock at what I just revealed to him. I knew that Lexi never told anyone, apart from her boyfriend, who had turned her.

Standing up, I pour myself a glass of bourbon. I may as well enjoy a drink if I'm going to be divulging stories all night. I return to my previous position just as Damon combs his hand through his hair, making it stick up in different directions.

"I didn't put the pieces together until I was here you know. It wasn't hard to learn who you are and I did follow Elena to the tomb. That's when I recognised your brother's name. Lexi told me about him and I've heard rumours; the Ripper of Monterrey. She helped him kick his addiction to human blood."

Suddenly, I hear growling coming from outside. It was obvious that it was still too far away for Damon to hear, him being a much younger vampire and all, but it was definitely coming closer to the house. I know it's a full moon tonight but I didn't realise that there were any werewolves in Mystic Falls.

"Damon…" I start to say but trail off when the growling becomes louder. He can hear it now. That werewolf is much faster than I expected.

The window of the room we're in shatters into tiny shards of glass. A furry white objects comes flying in and lands right in front of us and, using vampire speed, I pull Damon back to the other end of the room. He picks up a silver sword off the wall, which I have to roll my eyes at despite the seriousness of the situation, and aims it at the wolf. The creature snarls, its eyes glinting in the light of the flames, before it lunges straight for Damon. I step in front of him and using its momentum against it, throw it across the room. The wolf yelps as it lands on a shard of broken glass but gets up and comes at us again. This time it lands on me, knocking me into a side table before it collapses underneath me and I land on the ground. I struggle and try to push its jaw away from where it's trying to latch onto my arm. Damon shoves it away and helps me up just as the wolf turns back to us. I run at it, having picked up a piece of broken wood and then thrust it into the wolf's side. It whines, backing off slightly. I move towards it and it turns, hightailing its way back out of the broken window.

Sighing in relief, I turn around to see if Damon is alright. He's trying to hold back laughter and I frown at him. When he sees the expression on my face, a dam seems to break and he outright laughs at me. I raise my arm and smack him over the head. He flinches back and winces, rubbing the part of his head where I struck him.

"Sorry." He apologises, not actually meaning it but I decide to let it go. "But you have to admit that was kind of ironic."

"And why is that?" I ask, my lips drawn into a thin line of annoyance.

"You just staked a werewolf." He smirks. "Wrong species."

"You do realise that you were defending yourself with silver. You know that doesn't work, right?"

"Of course I do." He says cockily then grimaces. "I learnt that the hard way."

I choose to ignore that comment. That can be a story for another time and right now we have more pressing issues like who was the wolf that was trying to kill us.

"So, who was the wolf?"

"Since Caroline hasn't called to inform us that Teen Wolf hasn't tried to escape, that must have been Jules." He replies irately.

"Jules?" I raise an eyebrow. Apparently Damon has pissed of the wrong woman.

"The new wolf in town. Alaric and I sort of had a bad run in her with her earlier." At the questioning look on my face he continues. "I tried slipping wolfsbane into her drink."

"On the night of a full moon. Are you stupid?" He glares at me and I smile at him.

"Anyway, she's in town looking for her friend Mason Lockwood. I killed him."

"Of course you did." I sigh, rubbing a hand over my face in exasperation.

"I had two perfectly good reasons." I gesture for him to carry on. "One, he was working with Katherine to try and get the moonstone and two, he tried getting me and Stefan killed."

"I'm guessing that Jules knows what you did to Mason." He nods, confirming my belief. "Well then, we better keep an eye out for her."

"We?" He crosses his arms and smirks again.

"Yes, we. She tried to kill me too which was not a smart move."

He's about to say something when the front door unexpectedly opens and Stefan walks into the room. Neither of us heard him. He takes a quick look around then stares at us, questions lighting up his eyes.

"Do want to explain what the hell happened here?"


A/N: Tell me what you think and review! I'll be updating again sometime this weekend.