Chapter 11

Not far from the bridge, which I learnt was called Wickery Bridge, stood the grave yard of Mystic fall, split in to two. The old cemetery, where the victims of war were laid down for their final rest and the new cemetery where people like, Elena's parent where buried.

We didn't talk; we just walked slowly holding each others hands as we ventured through the woods towards then cemetery. I didn't want to speak; I knew it would rein everything if I did. This new found sense of safety, the kiss on the bridge: all the magic in that would be gone if I opened my mouth to talk now. I know for a fact I would say something relation to the past. My past I have created since I have arrived here in Mystic Falls. The past that Damon has been far from himself in, but now, it seems almost right, like things are how they should be,

Whenever I am with Damon, it always brings me back to England, always. This time, instead of the cannel, I thinking about the Forest of Dean, and the time we spend wandering the many tracks lined with the sea of purple that were blue bells. The sound of the bracken breaking under foot, and the birds singing peacefully in the trees high above us, the sun streaming in through the trees and bouncing off the ground, it was perfect, like no trouble in the world could reach us. Nothing did, not that day.

Walking with Damon now was just like then, minus the blue bells. The birds were singing but it wasn't as nice, however, bird song always gave me the safe sensation of home. Of England, Scarlet and Sofia, my sister that I never got to see grow up or get married. More reason for me to hate Klaus.

Klaus was another reason I didn't want to talk. What ever we talked about, he would surely crop up and he had cause so much hate and anger in my life that right now, I would end up taking it out on Damon, he would understand, but I would hate myself even more than what I do already. Klaus is a real piece or work, a real living nightmare that has to be dealt with sooner or later.

We seemed to be walking to higher ground and that brought my thoughts back the Forest of Dean, we were gradually climbing higher and higher, then we finally appeared at the top of a hill looking down on the beautiful Speech house Lake that didn't sit far from the community centre at the heart of the forest. The sun was setting and had cast an orange glow over the breath-taking surroundings. We sat down and admired the view, we had no concern what so ever for our well being or how dark or how late it was getting, one of the perks of being a vampire I suppose.

However, on our present walk, we didn't come out at the top of hill looking down on a lake with the sun setting; we came out of the forest at the cemetery. Not as romantic as the last time, however, I had Damon at my side and that was enough, just knowing that he still felt the same way after all this years is romantic enough for me. Little did I know that entering the cemetery was about to shatter my perfect world.

There was nothing out of the ordinary there, nothing to suggest that things from this moment would come spiralling down. Nothing to warn me that the kiss we just shared meant anything because there was nothing to warn me that the guy I had been walking with was not the Damon I knew, nothing to warn me that his true colours were about to show.

It was ordinary; everything was ordinary so I don't know why everything went so cold. It wasn't the air, it was my core itself. I looked at Damon and I could see he was bored. How could her be bored with me? It made no sense; he had never been bored whilst with before. I tried to distract myself from the truth by looking around me.

We were in the new part of the cemetery; everything was so clean and pristine. Fresh flowers dotted about the place, it was peaceful with the birds singing, and with my hearing the occasional scuttling of a squirrel up and tree or between the headstones.

Headstones that were so intricately and beautiful decorated. One stood out from the rest, facing me and Damon, it was stunning, like a scroll and from here on the edge if the woods I could read the inscription on the double head stone.

In Memory

Grayson Gilbert Miranda Somers-Gilbert

May 23, 2009

Loving Parents

The pain that struck my heart in that moment was nothing I was prepared for and tears stung at my in remembrance of the pain of losing my own parents so young. I notice Damon look and me the follow my eyes and put two and two together, he decided to make the situation worse.

"Their car drove of Wickery Bridge. She was in the car with them. Stefan heard the crash and went to their rescue. He tried to get her dad out but he refused to be helped until his daughter was out of harms way. By the time he had finished saving Elena and went back for them, they were dead. He was too late"

I small sob escaped me but not enough to alert Damon, my hand flew to my mouth to prevent anymore escaping and I could feel the coldness of my tears on my hand. I didn't ask, I didn't even wonder, why tell me that?

I was trying to compose myself when I heard the small cry's of a child. Not a cry of help, but of loneliness, sadness, sorrow. I looked up to find Damon staring at the small child not far from Elena's parent grave. The heat on my left hand suddenly faded and I looked see my hand still in a holding position but Damon's no longer there. He was already headed toward the child when I realised and started after him but at a distance.

I though he was going to help until he looked back and I saw the coldness in his eyes, the eyes of a monster.

"Damon…"I said uncertainly.

"What? I'm bored." He snapped back. No! I though desperately at my speed increased.

"Damon, what ever it is you are going to do, don't I know what happened last time you got bored…Vicki." He stopped, I stopped, I caught my breath and the look he gave me chilled me to the bones. Pure hatred was in his eyes. He sped at the child and spun her round to face me, holding her in a vice like grip, I was too frozen, too shocked to move, this wasn't Damon, and he would do it, would he?

With one last look at me he moved the child red hair away from her neck and sank his fangs deep into the child's throat. It was he petrified scream that brought me back to my sense. I spend forwards, grabbing the child's shoulder in my right hand and with my left I shoved Damon hard and strong right it the centre of the chest, he flew back and toppled over several headstones.

I didn't give a second to assess the damage; I turned back to the child, bite my wrist and told the girl to drink. There was a second of hesitation but with a smile and an encouraging nod from me, she drank and I could see the wound on her neck healing already.

"What's your name?" I asked when the wound was healed completely.

"Kelly."

"Okay Kelly, can you do something for me?" she nodded "I want you to run home, and stay there, okay? Never come out without and adult again, yes?" she nodded "and if you ever see this man again," I pointed to Damon lying on the floor and she followed my finger "I want you scream. As loud as you can, okay?" she nodded, I patted her should and she ran home.

As I walked to Damon, I picked up the fallen headstones; luckily none of them were broken. I reach Damon and kicked him in the side to wake him up. He did and sat up to look at me, and then he looked around fro the girl. Smiled and wiped the blood away from around his mouth.

He smirked at me as he stood up and I slapped him hard around the face, you could feel the rage practically radiating from my body. He glared at me as he wiped the blood from his cheek as if to say 'what did I do?' I told him before he could even ask.

"She was just a child! It wasn't because you were hungry, if I was I might have an ounce of understanding, but it wasn't was it? It was out of boredom!" I turned on my heel and stalked back the way we came.

"How am I meant to get back!" he called after me.

"You're a vampire are you not? Find your own way home!" I retorted and disappeared into the woods.

We stood in the hallway, gazes locked, about an hour after I left the cemetery, I had driven really slowly and he must have walked at human speed as well as we entered the house at the same time. I had turned to talk to him only to find him glaring at me out of the corner of his cobalt blue eyes.

"What?" I demanded, he snickered then he walked away, just like that, he walked away down the hall with me staring after him like some stupid love struck teenager, except I wasn't. I was a pissed of adult in a teenagers body, and he was in for it.

"Laura?" Stefan asked as he approached me cautiously.

"I don't know that guy," I said still staring after Damon and only after hearing his door shut did I turn to Stefan. "I know Damon but I don't know him. He killed someone in front of me today, Out of boredom! He knows how I feel. She was just a child!"

"I'll talk to him..."

"No, I know what I have to do." and with that I stormed off down the hall after him. I reached his room and walked straight in, not bothering to knock, not bothering to check to see if I had broken the door. I probably had but didn't care, not right now.

"We need to talk!" I snapped as I slammed his door behind me, "this is going to sound incredibly harsh, but to hell with being nice, your not, so why should I be? I don't care what you do or who you are when your not with me. What you do when we say our goodbyes at the end of every summer is none of my business, but what is my business is you,

"You have been trying to be the guy I know since I got here, however, you have been letting bit of jack-ass you through and I'm sick of him! It's been a week, and in that week you have lied, to me of all people! Followed me twice, one ending with devastating consequences and today you killed someone in front of me! When I'm not with you, you switch your humanity off, I know that now and it takes you a while to turn it back on.

"I don't care about your messed up past before you met me. Whatever twisted love story you got caught up in with Katherine and Stefan is your story and I sure as hell don't want any part of it! But I don't like what I'm seeing Damon, because right now, when I look at you, I see Klaus.

"I see a monster I have fallen in love with. A monster I will never get over because I have fallen that far! A monster that I know I can't be without. But… I want to see the man I have fallen in love with. The man I won't let myself get over. The man I don't ever want to be without. The man that would kick anyone's ass who hurt me, that would go from here to Tim-buck-too in a flash if it's what I asked. The man that loves me back, that saved me from a fate worse that death…

"You better switch your humanity back on and quick because until you do, I'm gone. Until you do, you wont see me, you wont call me, you won't text me, you won't stalk me 'cause that's just creepy, you wont talk to me.

"I know that man is in there, just let him out. Just let him out Damon, because then I'll be happy, and I know that's all he ever wants." And with tears stinging at my eyes and turned and left the room quietly and headed for my own. I didn't ever look back, although it took everything I had left not to, it had it the honesty of my words. I'm gone. I don't know where but I'm gone.

There was no-one to stop me this time as I pulled my cases down of the top of my wardrobe and started packing everything into them. Elena never cam to the door, however I knew she knew, she was in the house and so was Stefan, he would have given her a play by play, possibly leaving out the bit about Katherine if she didn't already know. I'm pretty sure she does.

I pulled my cases to my door and looked around my room one last time, as a final look and to make sure I hadn't left anything. I walked out into the hall and put my bags down for the moment to shut the door. When I turned back around, both Elena and Stefan where stood next to my bags.

"I really have out stayed my welcome this time." I said as I smiled sheepishly at them.

"We're not here to stop you…"Stefan started.

"We just want to know where your going, and hoping that you wont leave town." Elena finished.

"I have no where to go, I'll find a place, got plenty of money, perks of being 163 years old."

"Stay at mine, with Alaric and Jeremy." Elena smiled hopefully.

"With my history teacher?"

"Me and Jer do it…"

"Yeah, he's your step-dad. That's why. I'll find somewhere Elena, don't worry." I picked up my bags and turned to walk away when she grabbed hold of my arm, I could have easily pulled away but I didn't.

"Caroline would be glad to have you, I know Bonnie would too but she doesn't have the room. You head over to Caroline's and I'll call her. Do it."

"Thank you." I looked at her "I've never really had friends, apart from Sasha, it's nice to have you, Caroline and Bonnie…"

"And me." Stefan cut in. my head snapped to him. Was her serious? He considered himself my friend? Wow. I knew I looked gone out but recovered quickly.

"Stefan…you have no idea how much that me, considering the threat I am. Thank you." He picked up on of the bags and we walked towards the door together, all three of us. Elena was busy talking to Caroline on the phone, she was fine with it, more than fine by the sounds of the conversation and so was her mother I think.

I stopped dead when I looked up at the door and Elena crashed into me sending her phone flying to the floor and Caroline shouting out of the speaker. Damon was stood slouching against the door, blocking my exit. He must have finally come to terms with what I had said and decided that her cared after all.

He looked up at the commotion, tearing glinting in his eyes and took one step towards us, involuntary, I took one back.

"You can't leave with me standing here Laura." The pain was clear in his voice. It hurt me more that it did him. Slowly I took my other bag out of Stefan's hand.

"There is more than one way out of this house." And in a second I was in my car, bags in the trunk and speeding down the Salvatore drive, heading towards town.

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Tiffany =)