A/N I don't own anything but my OC, Meg, and my original ideas.
Who do you guys think she should be with? I was really thinking Klaus in the end, but that's not to say she won't be a hoochie and sleep with others before they get together. Your input is always welcome and I will always consider it. Unless it's something stupid. I kidding I kidding. :)
I wake up groggily to the sound of an engine.
"Morning," I hear Damon say and I shoot upright in my seat. I look out the windows at our surroundings.
"Where are we?" I say after seeing nothing familiar.
"Georgia," he says simply.
"Georgia? You're so funny. Where are we?" I deadpan.
"Seriously, we're-we're in Georgia. How ya feeling?" he asks looking at me briefly.
"I don't-" I say then stop.
"There's no broken bones. I checked," he says smiling cheekily. I glare at him.
"But there was a man... Elena hit a man. I blacked out as soon as we hit the man. Elena! Where's my sister?" I ask frantically.
"She's fine. Stefan has her," Damon says.
"Who was that?"
"That's what I would like to know."
"Where is my phone? Okay, take me back home. Right now," I say sternly, but he says nothing. "I'm still mad at you Damon. Pull over," I say. "Now!" I scream. He looks shocked for a second.
"Oh, you were so much more fun when you were asleep," Damon says and pulls over. I get out of the car on sturdy legs. I look at Damon confused.
"What?" he asks looking hesitant.
"Did you heal me?"
"No. Why? Do you need some blood?" he says stepping closer. I back up and shake my head. 'So, advanced healing. Check. How do I explain that?'
"I'm fine. I just... I feel okay. That's why I was asking," I say, "We have to go back."
"Oh, come on. Look. We've already come this far..."
"Why are you doing this? I can't be here. I have to go home. This is kidnapping," I say poking him in the chest. He huffs and rolls his eyes.
"That's a little melodramatic, don't you think?"
"I'm not going to Georgia. Take me back."
"Well, you're in Georgia. Without your magical little necklace, I might add. I can very easily make you... agreeable," he says smirking.
"That's like rape, Damon. I didn't peg you as that kind of guy," I sneer sarcastically.
A cell phone rings and I recognize it as Elena's ringtone.
"That's my phone."
"Mmm. It's your sister. I'll take it," he says and answers it, "Meg's phone!"
I lean in close and hear Stefan speaking.
"Where is she? Why do you have her phone? Is she ok?"
"Meg? She's right here. And, yes, she's fine," he says and swats my hand away when I grab for the phone.
"Where are you? Let me speak to her," I hear Elena say.
"She wants to talk to you."
I think about it then shake my head. He looks surprised, but pleasantly so.
"Yeah. I don't- I don't really think she wants to talk to you right now," he says smirking.
"Damon, I swear to God, if you touch her-" I hear Stefan say.
"You have a good day. Mm-hmm. Bye-now," he says and hangs up.
"Can we please just go back?"
He rolls his eyes. "We're almost there."
"Where is there exactly?!"
"A little place right outside of Atlanta. Oh, come on, Meg. You don't wanna go back right now. Do you? What's the rush? Time-out. Trust me. Your problems are still going to be there when you get home. Look. Step away from your life for 5 minutes. 5 minutes!"
"Am I gonna be safe with you?"
"Yes."
"You promise not to compel me?"
"Yes."
"Can I trust you?" I say looking at him with sad eyes. He quickly looks away and goes to the car.
"Get in the car. Come on."
"So, where's Elena's car?"
"I pulled it off to the side of the road. I don't think anyone will bother it."
"What about that man in the road? Was he a...?"
"From what I could tell, yeah..."
"You didn't know him? It wasn't Logan right?"
"If I've never met him, I wouldn't know him. I mean, it's not like we all hang out together at the Vamp Bar & Grill."
We arrive at a bar called 'Bree's Bar'.
"It wasn't Logan then?"
"Logan's dead."
I quickly jump out of the car. "You killed him twice! I thought you said I could trust you."
"I didn't kill him. You can trust me," he says trying to touch my arm, but I back up quickly.
"Am I supposed to believe that?" I ask incredulously, "If you didn't kill him, who did?"
"I don't know," he says reluctantly.
"To which part? That I'm supposed to believe the lies that spew from you, or who killed him?" I ask sardonically and storm into the bar.
Damon rushes after me and is about to talk to me, when some crazy woman starts speaking.
"No. No, it can't be. Damon. My honey pie," she says, then grabs Damon's face and kisses him. I look on disgusted and walk to the back of the bar.
The crazy woman starts shouting, "Listen up everybody! Here's to the man that broke my heart, crushed my soul, destroyed my life, and ruined any and all chances of happiness! Drink up!"
I see Damon looking around for me after he takes his shot. He beckons me over and I flick him off. He comes over to me and drags me to sit next to him at the bar.
"So, how'd he rope you in?" she says and goes to pour me a shot. A place my hand over the glass and she looks at me in shock. I smirk evilly at her.
"I'm not roped in. He killed my boyfriend," I deadpan. She chuckles and I glare at her causing her to sober up.
"Honey, if you're not roped, you're whipped. Either way, just enjoy the ride," she says smiling.
"Actually, I'm neither. So, let's keep the witchy opinions to ourselves," I say while sneering.
"How'd you know she was a witch?" Damon asked wide-eyed.
"I used deductive reasoning, Damon. You need a witch to get into the tomb. You don't need a forty-something year old past her prime. Ergo, she's a witch," I say and they look at me like I've grown a second head. I chuckle evilly and walk away.
I walk outside and call Jenna, telling her I slept at Bonnie's. I look around for about two minutes. Suddenly, my phone rings and I answer it.
"Meg! Is that you? Are you, okay?" Elena squeals. I pull the phone back a few inches.
"Did you know Logan was dead?" I ask, emotionless.
"I... What? Who told you that?"
"I said: Did you know Logan was dead?" I question getting louder on each word until I'm almost screaming.
"Yes. I was going to-"
I hang up and turn around, only to see Damon is behind me.
"You ok?" he asks looking concerned.
"Don't pretend to care. I'm sure you're just practicing to use it on Katherine," I say and walk back into the bar.
Damon and I are eating and I'm trying to wrap my brain around this Katherine-Elena thing.
"Let's just say that we're descended from Katherine... does that make us part vampire?"
"Vampires can't procreate," he says and eats a fry, "But we love to try," he smirks, "No, if you were related, it would mean Katherine had a child before she was turned."
"So, maybe Katherine has a sister that looks like me?" I ask tilting my head.
"She doesn't that I know of. But she could just be dead."
"Good. I don't what anyone that looks like me. It'd freak me out," I say and start to peel of my pickles.
"Come on, what? You don't like pickles? What's wrong with you?" he says stealing them.
"I do. Just not these gross ones. Witch is probably trying to poison me. And how can you even eat? If technically you're..." I trail off and shimmy my head around.
"Dead?" he whispers and laughs, "It's not such a bad word. As long as I keep a healthy diet of blood in my system, my body functions pretty normally."
"This nice act. Pretending you didn't use me. Is any of it making you feel better?" I say, but the stupid witch interrupts us. I glare at her.
"Here you go," she says handing Damon a beer.
"Thank you," he says.
"Move along, witchy," I say glaring. It causes her to flinch back, causing me to smirk at her back.
"That was rude," he says smirking.
"I'm feeling rude today. Not sure why. It could have something to do with being kidnapped," I deadpan.
"What happened to your time out?"
"Last time I had a time out, I killed someone. So, I think I'll pass," I say and his face falls.
"Oh, Meg," he says and I hold my hand up.
"Seriously, stop, Damon," I say shaking my head.
"Stop what? Pretending to care? Or actually caring about you?" he says then looks shocked that it came out of his mouth.
"If it's pretending to care, stop. If it's actually caring, you're free to do so. Just please stop lying to me."
"It's not pretend. And I'm not lying about not knowing who killed him."
I nod and sip my drink.
"Hey! Can we leave please?" I ask.
"Your five minutes aren't up," Damon says shaking his head.
"We don't have to go home. Just... Let's please leave," I say using my puppy dog eyes.
"Why?"
I lean in to whisper, "I really don't wanna be in a bar after what happened." 'You know, considering I killed someone and I'm a freaking werewolf now.'
"Okay. Come on," he says and we walk towards the door.
"Y'all leaving so soon?" Bree asks looking worried. I narrow my eyes at her.
"Yeah. She wants to leave. Bad experience with bars," he says shrugging.
"Come on. What about your tomb? I can have the answer you need by dark, surely," she says frantically. I step closer menacingly slow.
"Well, see. That's a problem, because we're leaving now. So, maybe you can speed up the process a little faster," I say slowly.
"I can't, it takes a while," she says. I walk back towards the bar and into the back. I hear the door shut behind me and I turn to see Damon and Witchy there.
I grab her by the neck and slam her into the wall. Damon jumps to stop, but I hold up a hand.
"What are you hiding? You seemed to put that phone away awfully fast when Damon and I walked in. Who was that on the phone?" I ask enticingly.
"I don't know what you're talking about. It was just a customer," she says quickly; too quickly. I tighten my hand and slam her head back.
"Wrong answer," I say and throw her into Damon's arms.
"I'm full of vervain. I put it in everything I drink."
"And you're telling me this why?"
"Lexi was my friend. How could you?"
Damon squeezes her neck and she quickly speaks, "The tomb can be opened."
"How?" I demand.
"Emily's grimoire, her spellbook. If you know how she closed the tomb the reversal process will be in her book. You can open that tomb."
"Where is this book?" Damon asks.
"I-I," she stutters.
I chuckle evilly. "You have no idea."
"No. I'm telling you the truth."
"Oh, I believe you. One last question," I say and she nods. "What's your name? First and last please?"
I see Damon look at me like he's seen a ghost.
"Bree Malone," she says quickly.
"Thank you for your help, Bree Malone," I say then snap her neck with my hands.
I look at Damon, who is looking at me like he can't believe I did that, and motion towards the door.
"Well?" I say and walk out of it and go through the bar and to the car.
"You just snapped her neck," he says finally, after twenty minutes on the road.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to do that?"
"You were freaking out about killing a couple of days ago, and you just snapped her neck."
"So I did," I say nonchalantly. I turn up the radio, signalling the end of the conversation.
I take out my phone and add Bree Malone under Royce Stichler. 'That's two. I wonder how many more additions I'll have to the 'I'm a werewolf with a really bad temper' list.'
"What's that?" Damon says pointing to the list.
"It's a list."
"Of dead people? I think you're handling this strangely," he says sounding very concerned.
"Well, I figured I'd maybe paint a nice picture with their names on it. What do you think?" I ask sweetly.
"I think you need to delete those names right now."
"Oh, that's not necessary. They're already up here," I say pointing to my head, "This is just in case they start to add up."
He looks terrified and I chuckle at him. "You're a vampire afraid of killing?"
"No. But you're human, not a vampire," he says like it's obvious.
I nod and chuckle. 'If you only knew.'
I arrive home to a distraught Elena. She latches onto me and cries.
"Are you okay?" I ask worried.
"I'm adopted," she says looking me in the eyes. My breath leaves my lungs.
"Wait, if you're adopted, that means... I'm adopted, right? We're twins," I say shakily. She nods and I choke on a sob. "Why wouldn't they tell us?"
"I don't know," she says shaking her head.
I hear someone in the kitchen and Jenna walks out.
"I don't set a lot of rules, Meg. Not with you and Elena. I trust you to tell me the truth. Where were you? Why would you lie to me about it? I thought that we were closer than that."
"Now is not the time you want to talk to me about lies," I sneer and Elena nods.
"Don't do that. Don't turn this back on me. I didn't do anything," she says. Elena scoffs and pulls me to the stairs with her.
"Ok, question: are we adopted? We trust you to tell us the truth too, Jenna. How could you not tell us? I thought we were closer than that," Elena says stopping on the steps.
"Guys, I didn't- they asked me not to."
"We don't want to hear it!" I say and follow Elena to her room.
We collapse on the bed together and sleep cuddled into each other.
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totalRandum and Bronzelove-
Updated. Boom!
HannahSalvatore665-
Thank you darling. She probably won't end up with Damon. Kol would be good, but he dies. I could always change some stuff, but I was thinking Klaus, because she's a werewolf and they could have babies. We shall see.
