Whoot another chapter! Yay! I'm so proud of myself. Quick Happy Easter to everyone! :D I hope you all had a pleasant day. So this is the first part of the episode 'Kill Or Be Killed'. And it's mostly a Maggie focused episode/chapter so she's not really that much involved with anything that goes on. Hope you all enjoy it.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
-House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert

MAGGIE shot straight up in her bed, taking in silent gasps, bringing a hand to her throat, as she glanced around the dark bedroom. The only light source was the silver light shining through the window from the moon. Shaking her head she crawled out of her bed and walked over to the window, looking up at the moon in the sky.

When she turned away from the window she was no longer in her room but somewhere else. There was a fireplace where a fire was burning and the room was more spacious. Looking down at herself she found that she was no longer wearing her own pajamas but a long white night dress made of thin and light material. She had her ring on her pointer finger, the silver one with the green emerald, but she didn't have her charm bracelet that she usually wore.

Maggie began to panic. Where was she and how did she get here? She ran to the closed wooden door on the other side of the room and turned the door handle. She expected the door to open but it didn't. She shook the door handle more but still nothing. It was if the door was locked, keeping her inside that room, and she began to pound her fists on the door. She cried out but remembered that she was mute and tears formed in her eyes.

She spotted a small mirror and moved over to it. She noticed that her hair was longer and more wavy, pulled over her shoulder and tied loose in a small leather strip. Her green eyes didn't seem like their usual gleaming self and more of a dull color. Plus the bottom of her eyes were red rimmed, sign of crying non stop. Maggie didn't understand.

Her head shot back to the close door when she heard the sound of keys hitting each other and the sound of the lock being unlocked. Maggie held her breath and began to shake slightly, not knowing what or who might come through the door.

A young woman dressed as a maid entered and stared at Maggie.

"Miss." She said softly and moved toward her.

Maggie shook her head and moved back away from the strange woman, not wanting her anywhere near her, until her back hit the wall. She began to fit the woman as she tried to reach out and grab her, silently screaming for anyone to help her, tears running down her cheeks, but the maid easily caught her hands.

"Miss Noreen, calm yourself." The maid with an Irish accent said. "Miss Noreen please!"

Maggie stopped fighting on account of being stunned and confused. Noreen? Why was she being called Noreen. She was Maggie. She wasn't Noreen.

"That's it, Miss Noreen. That's it." The maid nodded. "Shh, you're alright."

Noreen. When the maid kept calling her that, she felt as if it fit somehow. As if she had been called that her entire life, as if Noreen was her true name.

And then it changed again quickly. She was back in her own room, in her own pajamas and in her own bed. She was shocked and her breathing was uneven but what shocked her even more was the person she found sitting beside her on the bed. It was the man from her dreams, Elijah.

His warm dark brown eyes stared into her light green eyes and she didn't feel threatened at all.

"Sleep, you're safe. It was just a dream." He told her softly. "Just a dream."

Maggie frowned and she furrowed her brows together in confusion but leaned back against her pillow none the less. Elijah leaned forward and brushed his thumb against her cheek as she watched him carefully. He smiled softly.

"Go to sleep." He whispered and then touched his lips against hers softly, for what felt like a second. Making her eyes flutter closed.

And when she reopened her eyes, which Maggie swore was a second later, it was morning and she was alone in her bedroom. She sat up slowly and looked around her room dazed. She brought her fingers up to her lips and allowed the tips to brush against them, making her even more confused, because her lips were still tingling from the sensation. That was the most realistic dream she had ever had yet. It was if she was reliving a memory from the past or something because everything seemed so real and familiar to her. But it was only a dream. Only a dream, Maggie kept on repeating herself, just a mere dream.

More than awake, Maggie had risen from her bed and had gotten herself ready for the day. She wore her typical dark blue jeans with a long sleeved light green shirt and her favorite pair of converse shoes. She stared down at her ring that she always wore and played with a few of the charms on her charm bracelet before silently sighing to herself. Her hair was tied in a pony tail and it swayed back and forth as she walked the hallway which led to Stefan's room.

When she reached his door, she knocked hesitantly, wondering if he would even still be there. She also hoped that she wasn't waking him.

"Come in Maggie." Stefan said.

Maggie opened the door and peered around it, before stepping fully inside the room and giving Stefan a small smile.

"How did you know it was me?" She mouthed to him.

Stefan smiled, moving around the room, giving her an amused expression. "You're the only one who would knock before entering."

"True." She nodded.

"What can I do for you?" Stefan asked.

Maggie's smile disappeared and she pulled her sleeves down over her hands, playing with the hem of it, as she darted her eyes to the ground, before looking back to the younger Salvatore vampire, who was watching her curiously.

"I wanted to see how you were." Maggie mouthed. "With what's going on with Elena. Must not be easy. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Stefan shook his head and looked to the ground, rubbing the back of his neck. She thought she had said something wrong and she quickly shook her head.

"Not that I'm prying." She mouthed. "Plus I know you're not 'okay' okay but you might just be okay."

Stefan laughed at her being worried and her little ramble. He walked over to her and looked down into her light green eyes, giving her a small smile.

"Thank you Maggie, for the concern, but I'm fine." He said. "I appreciate it."

"Welcome." Maggie mouthed, giving him a small smile.

He brought his hand up to her face, cupping her right cheek gently, and smiled. "Don't ever change." He told her before he left a kiss upon her forehead and walked past her, leaving her alone in his room.

Before Maggie even entered the kitchen of the Salvatore boarding house she could hear the sizzling of the frying pan and Damon's happy whistle. She smiled, putting her worrying thoughts of her troubling dreams to the back of her mind, and walked into the kitchen.

Damon looked up from the frying pan and offered her a wide smile. "Morning beautiful." He kissed the top of her head as she brushed past him to get some orange juice from the fridge.

"I have made you a seriously unhealthy amount of delicious bacon." He said. "I hope you love it!"

Maggie smiled and shook her head before taking a seat on one of the stools that sat at the island counter, watching as he fried her up some bacon, which he did amazingly. She watched him and couldn't help but to smile. He always did enjoy cooking for her, especially when she sat there and kept him company.

"Can I help?" She asked.

"You're funny." Damon said.

Maggie frowned and slumped her shoulders, grabbing another piece of bacon off the plate, and sent him a slightly annoyed look. "Why not?"

"You set the kitchen on fire last time you tried to cook for yourself." Damon said.

"That was awhile ago." She mouthed. "It was only the microwave."

Damon looked up at her and nodded. "Exactly. Only the microwave. Imagine what chaos you would cause if you got near the stove or oven? Not happening."

She rolled her eyes and continued to eat the bacon that he had cooked up for her. After she cleaned off the counter and stove, Maggie loaded up the dishwasher, as Damon leaned against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Time for a picnic. Lets go." Damon said.

Maggie didn't move and watched as he stopped at the archway of the kitchen to the hallway and turned slowly to look at her.

"I'm not going." She told him.

"What?" Damon asked.

"I just don't feel like it." She mouthed and stepped forward. "But you go and behave!"

Damon crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her for a moment carefully with his steel blue eyes, studying her. "What's going on?"
She shook her head. Telling him nothing.

"Mags." Damon warned.

She shrugged again. "I just don't want to deal with Mason."

"You'd be hanging with me." Damon said. "You wouldn't even have to see Cujo."

Maggie shook her head again, smiling at the little joke, before she looked back at him. "I'll be fine on my own. Call it a me day."

Damon sighed and uncrossed his arms. "Fine. But you better be home when I get here and no getting into trouble. Be careful Mags."

"Same to you." She mouthed back.

"I know, I know." He rolled his eyes.

"Damon. Promise me, no major trouble." She mouthed to him. "And to be careful."

"I promise." He smiled at her. "I always come home to you Mags."

She smiled and nodded. "I'm worth it."

He smirked and flicked the tip of her nose playfully before he left her to go to the picnic. Maggie placed her hands on her hips and let a few breaths of relief. She hated lying to Damon but she wasn't totally lying to him. She really didn't want to see Mason. So she really didn't lie to him she just didn't tell him what she was really going to do today. The full plan if you will.

She waited for about 2 hours before she grabbed her messenger bag before she left the boarding house and decided to stop by the Grill before going to her destination.

When she walked into the Grill she allowed her light green eyes to scan around it, looking at all of the different people. And when her eyes landed on Jeremy talking to Tyler Lockwood at a table, she was a little more than confused. They weren't exactly the best of friends and she couldn't help but to worry and wonder what was going on there.

"Well, well, look what tumbled in."

Maggie smiled and gave Matt a small wave as he walked over to her smiling. He smiled back, his blue eyes gleaming. "I'd thought you would be at the picnic."

Maggie shook her head. "Nope. I have some other plans." She mouthed slowly to him.

"Your own plans?" Matt asked.

She nodded and he smiled. "Good for you. Go grab a table and I'll join you in a sec."

"Won't you get in trouble?" She mouthed to him.

Matt shrugged. "Not really. It's my break anyways. Want some food?"

Maggie nodded. "Burger and fries?"

"Ya got it." Matt winked and walked away from her.

She smiled and walked over to a table and slid into the seat, placing her messenger bag beside her. She glanced over her shoulder to find Jeremy and Tyler gone and she shook her head. She didn't want to think of the possibilities of what could go wrong there. Today was about her. She was doing her own thing today.

A few minutes later Matt slid into the seat across from her after placing her order of food on the table. She gave him another smile as she took a quick bite of her hamburger.

"So, you have your own plans today?" Matt asked.

She nodded. "I'm having a 'me' day." She mouthed.

"A 'me' day?" Matt repeated.

Maggie again nodded and took another bite of her burger. She looked up at him and saw that he was smiling and she couldn't help but to smile, while also looking at him oddly. "What?" She mouthed.

"Nothing, nothing." Matt said. "It's just strange to see you without Damon being right there. Being on your own."

"Is that bad?" She asked.

He shook his head. "No, no. It's good, Maggie. I think everyone deserves a day to themselves every once and awhile. Especially you."

Maggie smiled and popped a few fries into her mouth. She found that she really enjoyed Matt's company. He was just so easy going and didn't have the whole dramatic flare thing going for him. She could see why he was such a likeable guy. And even though she hadn't really talked to him much before, he was talking to her and making her feel as if they had been friends for awhile. He just made her easily comfortable. It was like when she first met Damon. Shocking she knows, but Damon had made her feel the same way, right at ease.

"What's bothering you so much?" Matt asked.

Her light green eyes snapped up to him and she raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Something's bothering you, I can tell." Matt said. "You just have that look."

"Nothing." She mouthed and shook her head. "It's nothing."

"Bullshit." Matt said.

She looked up at him. "What?"

Matt leaned forward, his arms on the table, as he looked right at her. "I know that something's bothering you. You don't have to tell me but don't say it's nothing. It's okay to have problems of your own, Maggie. You don't always have to worry about everyone else. You can talk about them. It won't make you selfish, it'll make you human."

Maggie didn't say anything and went back to eating her fries. It was weird that Matt could read her so well and they had barely talked before. He had her pegged that she always felt uncomfortable when she talked about her problems. She really did feel selfish whenever she mentioned them but it was just the way she was.

Matt sighed and scratched the back of his head before meeting her eyes again, and placed his hands back on the table, giving her a friendly smile. "How are you today, Maggie?"

She stared at him for a moment before a small smile appeared on her face and she sat back in the booth, her hands falling to her lap, as she shook her head.

"What?" Matt asked.

"No one's asked me that before." Maggie mouthed to him. "Asked how I was doing. I always ask it."

It was true. Damon was there and caring for her but no one not even him had ever once asked how she was doing. To anyone else it wouldn't be a big deal but to Maggie, Matt asking her that, meant a lot. And Matt could see it in her facial expression just how much it meant to her.

"Okay," he looked at her, "how about from now on, I'll text you every day asking you how you're doing."

She looked at him. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yep." And smiled.

"I'd like that." She mouthed as a wide smile spread across her lips.

She ate a few more fries before she took another bite of her burger, deciding that she had had enough and it was time to get on with her day. Talking with Matt was like a breath of fresh air that she needed. As she went to put money of the table, Matt brushed her hand away.

"It's on me." He smiled.

"Thanks, Matt." She said.

"Hey, I already told you. I'm here if you need me, Maggie." He smiled and went back to work.

Maggie watched him go with a smile on her face, before she grabbed her messenger bag and left the Grill.

She stood on the sidewalk and stared straight ahead. Her light green eyes ran over the porch that wrapped around the house before they looked up at the upstairs windows. The house had remained empty for the past 2 years because no one had wanted it. No one would dare buy the dark green colored house. Taking a deep breath she walked toward the house. She hoped that she would find the answers that she was looking for here, at her childhood home.

Noreen moved down the corridor silently, glancing over her shoulder, making sure no one was following her. It was late in the evening but she found that she couldn't sleep. She walked toward Elijah's room, and looking to the bottom of the door, she could see candle light and knew that he was still awake.

Stopping in front of his door, she raised her hand hesitantly, and then knocked gently.

"Come." His soft voice spoke through the wood.

She opened the door slowly and peered around it before she entered all the way and closed the door behind her. She stared around Elijah's chambers and found it perfectly clean and that his bed had been untouched. There were some papers scattered on top of the wooden table but other than that, you wouldn't be able to tell someone was staying in here.

"Lady Noreen." Elijah stood by his spot near the window and looked at her with his dark brown eyes. "What brings you here at this late hour?"

"I was unable to sleep." She answered, her light green eyes meeting his own eyes. "And it seems you can not either."

Elijah shook his head. "Sleep I find does not come easy for me." He smiled sadly. "It hasn't for some years." He looked back out the window, a piece of his brown hair falling over his eye.

Noreen frowned. It pained her heart to see someone in so much despair and she wished that she could help him in someway. She looked around the room before she moved to stand beside the table and looked at him.

"Perhaps if you had company it would make you sleep more easily." She suggested.

He looked back at her. "What?"

"Sometimes when I can't sleep, I find some company, and talk for a few hours." Noreen said. "It helps most of the time and I thought that you might want some company."

Elijah smiled. "I appreciate the concern, Noreen, but I fear I do not deserve such consideration. Nor your company."

"Everyone deserves company." Noreen moved forward, looking at him, "including you, Elijah."

Elijah turned from the window and looked back at her. His warm brown eyes staring into her light green eyes. He smiled at her kindness, in awe that a witch, could show such kindness to a monster.

Noreen returned the smile. No one deserved to be lonely especially a vampire. And most particularly Elijah. He was so pleasant and kind that she couldn't stand to see him lonely.

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