Okay, all my lovely fans, *cough* minions *cough* I just want to say that I epically failed at that last chapter. I re-typed some stuff and then left in one of the author's notes I wrote to myself that I never deleted. OTL I am so very very sorry. I wish I could go back and fix it, and I probably could, but laziness is keeping me. By the way, that last chapter was exactly 2,222 words long! Whoo hoo! At any rate, I finally introduce to you MOMO! It took a few chapters... Sorry... But, Momo is owned by my bestest friend ever Soft Ink! If you love me, or Rixer, or Damon, or anyone for that matter, you will go to her profile and review and demand for her to UPDATE! If you do, (and I'll check to see if anyone does) I will send you a little special gift from all of us here at Chesha Cat Studios. ;)

"I don't care!" I yell. I snap my teeth at Damon in frustration. I see the hand fly at me a second before it hits me, giving me no reaction time. I grunt from the hit and fly backwards into the mirror on the wall.

Shards of glass rain down on my, slicing my skin open painfully like bee stings.

Damon takes a few steps towards me, a voice yells, and then a huge smashing sound fills the room.

Damon POV

The delicious scent of blood fills the room, and I groan lightly, not having eaten in a while. I step closer to her, fangs enlongated, veins around my eyes bulging, when Noah's voice yells out, "KESTRA!"

In a lightning-fast reaction, I wrap the little neko in my arms and cover her from the blast that goes off not even a second after the name was called.

Rixer screams, curling up into me and hiding in my leather jacket. I gently rub one of her ears, honestly worried about her. She's become less of a stranger and more of a sister as time has passed. But I won't let her know that.

Rixer buries her head in my chest, muttering in rapid japanese and shaking. I groan. The scent of her blood in the air is unbearable. I just have to- NEED to- feed. I shove Rixer away and run out, smashing into Bonnie and sending her flying. She smashes into the table and gets a cut on her arm from the impact. I groan in pain and stagger over to Bonnie.

She lets out a worried gasp. "Damon? Are you okay?" I reach out to her, hands grasping at air. She instantly catches me in a hug, and I lose control. Something snaps inside me, and I jerk Bonnie forwards and kiss her neck gently before biting into it.

Bonnie gasps and goes tense in my arms. I embrace her softly and press her back against the wall. I feel a flutter in my chest, like my dead heart is stirring. Do I have feelings for the little witch? Did I underestimate my feelings at all?

I instantly mentally slap myself. 'Grow some balls, Damon. You don't have feelings for anyone.' But I still can't help but wonder...

I come back to my senses and see Bonnie, eyes shut, appearing dead in my arms. I let go in horror and then realize that she's breathing and awake. I sigh in relief.

"Bonnie?"

Said red head looks at me, eye lids fluttering. "Y-yeah?"

"Are you okay?" I ask, truly concerned for the little red-headed witch.

"Yeah," she smiles. "You just scared me there for a minute."

I sigh, relieved. "So, are you hungry?" I ask. She nods her head, and I take her down the kitchen.

Bonnie POV

Damon takes my hand and walks me down the stairs. I smile and follow him, walking into the massive kitchen.

"What sounds good?" Damon asks.

"How about..." I ponder and wander over to one of the cabinets and open it. My face lights up.

Marshmallows.

A whimper makes me turn around. A thin girl with a tan body and pale face stare back at me. Her chocolate brown eyes stare at mine, brown hair tucked behind one ear. Her orange jacket, jeans and simple tee shirt are tight against her slim body, finishing at the end of her skinny jeans with converse. She gives me a pleading look and holds out one hand.

I smile and give her a marshmallow.

She throws it at me and runs.

Rixer POV

A strong smell follows me through the house, seeming to be everywhere. I feel a gentle breeze, and I'm instantly aware that Elijah is in my presence.

I sigh. "What do you want, Elijah?"

Said wind demon appears in all his 'glory', smirking. "I just wanted to talk."

"I don't." I curtly turn on my heel and begin walking away.

Elijah's rough yet tender hands catch my shoulders, caressing them softly. "Stay. We need to talk."

I groan gently as he continues to rub my shoulders. He reaches higher till he hits my neck, and I softly hiss and yank away.

"Why won't you let me rub your neck?" he asks.

I scoff. "You know why."

"Refresh my memory," he smirks.

He knows what happened. He caused it. He likes me saying it all the same though. Some kind of sick satsifaction. "I hate you touching my neck because it reminds me of the collar I used to wear."

"And why did you wear the collar?" he grins.

"To show that I- I- I belonged to you..." I mutter gloomily.

Elijah puts his hands back on my shoulders, pulling me against him and whispering in my ear, "You still do."

Elena POV

At his disturbing words, I gasp and stare. "Seriously?"

Shinichi gives me a blank look in return. "I am dead serious." The way he says 'dead' lets me know it's a do-or-die situation. I take the safe route and listen.

"You ready for round two?" the girl comes prancing up to me.

"No," I answer dumbly.

"Well, too bad! Here comes out next opponent!"

Another huge door opens, and a small bird steps out.

"That's our opponent?" I question.

The blonde has a frown on her face. Uh oh.

The bird chirps a delicate little song, and then swells to the size of four eighteen wheelers.

Oh gawd...

Rixer POV

I wander through the halls, looking for something to pre-occupy my time. I could always just leave. Yeah, good idea. I make my way to the door and shove it open, walking out into the fresh night air. Not a single cloud blocks the numerous stars or the bright full moon.

I continue along my way, walking out until I reach the barren forest. A new scent fills the air, giving me an instant uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Two strong arms wrap themselves around my slender form, and I yelp and instantly struggle.

"Shh, shh," a voice whispers. "You'll be fine. You'll be fine." A gentle hand reaches up and strokes just above the base of my ear. I purr, calming down. He knows how to calm me. How to calm a neko.

I speak in a barely shaking voice, "You're one of me."