Chapter 9

Turning Point

***Third Person's POV***

"And you're sure it's not Damon?"

"Well, I'm never sure about Damon, but he has been trying to keep a low profile-especially with Katy put in his custody- so it just doesn't make any sense." Stefan replied.

Elena sighed, "So what are you going to do?"

"Damon and Katy are tracking them right now-"

"You left her alone with him?!" Elena said in an almost scared voice.

"I don't like it either. But I trust that he won't hurt her, at this point it's a matter of 'will she hurt him?'"

Elena was unsure and remained silent, Stefan continued, "Elena, trust me. I know my brother, and I know he won't let her stay around long enough for the possibility of hurting her to come. They already have enough animosity towards each to assure me of that."

She remained suspicious but was a bit more trusting now, "Okay."

"Look," He began, "I promised you the truth, so I wanted to tell you. I want you to be careful."

Elena nodded.

***Katy's POV***

"Alright, so what do I do with this piece of junk now anyway?" I asked, looking at the compass.

"Wait, I'll be there in a minute." He said over the phone (borrowed from Stefan).

"Okay, hurry up; some of us are getting old here."

"Hand it over girlie." He said, now behind me. I spun around to see him and looked at him with annoyance, handing him the compass.

"So that's it?"

"Yup." He said, not really paying attention.

I looked around the location we were at, "Why is it you vampires tend to choose warehouses? Why not just get a house like you and Stefan?"

"Because not all vampires have family members that passed down some houses." He said, "They use it to hide from the sun, or just to keep a low profile."

"Fine, well, I'll see ya." I turned to walk away.

"Bye."

I started walking away, but then after a minute or two I heard a sound that made me stop dead I n my tracks.

Gun shots. Coming from where I was leaving.

I turned around to look at the warehouse, and thought for a moment, This is all a little too familiar to me. I realized why and added, No, oh God please not another one!

And just like that, memories flashed before my eyes, of that dreadful night (both of them). It took me a minute to free myself of them, and I ran towards the door inside.

I opened the door just in time for another gun shot, and a scream from Damon.

Good, I thought, He's in pain, means he's still breathing.

"That's what you get." The guy said, when he came into view I shimmied through a space between some shelves of-well whatever. I rushed towards the other end, to be met with a pile of bodies next to a chain-link fence.

I had to cover my mouth and nose for that one.

"For what?" Damon asked.

"You made me like this."

I rolled my eyes, God Damon, really?

"I killed you, I didn't turn you." He said, taking a bullet out, or from what I could see was a wooden bullet.

I started looking around where I was for something to use, unfortunately, all the wood was on the other side of the room-across Damon and poster boy for Vampire PMS.

As they talked, I started looking through the coat pockets of some of the bodies, holding my breath as much as I could. I finally found a pocket knife, and looked across the way to see a shovel with a wooden handle.

Alright, I can work with this.

While they continued talking (or really, the other vampire kept bitching and moaning about life-or undeath or whatever), I started sneaking towards the end of the fence to see if I could sneak passed. I was just about to go, when the guy started to turn around, and Damon saw me when he wasn't looking at him.

"Wait a minute." Damon said, getting the other guy's attention again, "The cops only found one body."

"I left one, I was tired." He explained, as I started rushing passed him quietly, "They're right back there."

I was halfway across when he started pointing to where I had been, I almost raced to the other side in panic.

"They're just piling up." Than he looked behind him at the bodies, smiling, as if proud of it-probably was.

I made to the other side, just in time, and let out a sigh. I stayed quiet for a minute to make sure I wasn't noticed, than slowly walked over to the shovel. I quietly placed it on its side, the wooden end in my lap (God that didn't sound right), and began using the knife to sharpen up the end.

"Why am I so overly emotional?" He asked, "All I can think about is my ex-girlfriend-"

Yeah, I kind of tuned him out after that; he just got really annoying-even for me.

I continued to sharpen the end, but it was taking longer than I expected, which was beginning to concern me when I heard an angrily growled "How do you walk in the sun?"

I looked up to see the guy starting to get more threatening, and I started sharpen faster and faster, not caring if they heard me. But they seemed too invested in their conversation at the moment.

"You know I've been really nice so far, but I will kill you." He said holding up the gun.

"Then you'll never know." Damon countered, standing up, "You're not answering my question."

"You first!"

I had just finished with the shovel, and started to come out into the open.

"Seems we're at a bit of an impasse then doesn't it?" His eyes flickered toward me for a second as I snuck up towards the guy.

"I have things to do, people to kill. I guess I'll just be adding one more to the list." He held up the gun, and I wacked him on the head with the shovel part just when he shot Damon.

It didn't miss him, but it sure missed the heart, which was all I needed to know. Once the other guy was down I attempted to switch to the stake-made end and stab but he sped away before I could-leaving me to fall forward as I accidentally dropped the heavy shovel from imbalance.

"Ouch." I said uncaringly as I got up.

I ran over to Damon who was pulling out the more recent bullets from his body.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Logan Fell, news guy for Mystic Falls, ex-council member, and newly turned vampire. AH!" He said pulling the last wooden bullet out.

I sighed, This is the dumbest idea ever, and held out my wrist to him.

"Do it before I change my mind."

He looked at my wrist for a second and laughed slightly shaking his head, "You're useless if you don't, now just suck it up, literally."

He pushed my hand away and started to stand up.

I looked at my wrist and back to him, "Should I be offended or relieved?"

"You're twelve; you're too small to do any good even if I did drink." He said.

"Oh, so offended then."

I stood up too and walked towards the doors, keeping a slow pace so he could keep up.

***Third Person's POV***

Boarding House

"Logan Fell is a vampire, and when I find him again, I am going to destroy him limb by limb." Damon said angrily into phone.

"What happened are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay." He said, changing out of his shirt, "I was ambushed, I was shot. Now I'm vengeful, I just gotta find him."

Just then Katy walked into the room with a crystal glass from the bar in her hand. Damon went over to get another shirt from the closet.

"Well, there's no need, he's here at the school." Stefan said.

"You're kidding me, why the hell is he there?" Damon growled.

"He's working the crowd."

"Well, I'll be right there." He hung up and walked over to Katy and practically ripped the glass from her hands, taking a big gulp.

He looked at it approvingly and then turned to her, "This is good, what'd you do to it?"

"I put a shot of bourbon in there with the blood."

He smirked, taking another drink, "I approve. Figured you'd get on my good side huh?"

"Well, we've both had a rough day, and this is just one more thing you owe me for so yeah." She smirked back smugly, backing out of the room.

"Katy." Damon said, drawing her back into the room, "Why did you save me?"

She paused for a minute, seeming to be carefully choosing her words.

"I killed your Godmother, and I'm definitely not the nicest guy out there, so why didn't you just leave it?"

Katy took a deep breath, "Because when I heard the gunshots, I thought to myself, not another one."

Damon looked at her with a confused look, nodding for her to continue.

"And you may be the asshole with a drinking problem and way too much fashion sense to not be overcompensating. But I can't deal with another death right now, and if I can stop it I will."

She looked him straight in the eyes as she added, "Even if it is you."

He nodded, getting adjusting the collar of the shirt, and walking passed her out the door. When she didn't budge, he stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at her.

"Stay inside okay? Use one of those stakes I know you made."

She turned to look at him but already left.

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And for those Damon fans, yes I purposely kept the shirt off for a little but just for you. VLOL

Looks like Damon and Katy are beginning to develop that bond huh? Review your thoughts on that please!