"Dean!" I called out as I took the slide out of my gun. He jogged down the stairs and pursed his lips, "Clean," I commanded; he's such a lazy as when it's time to clean our weapons. I grabbed the patch and dipped it with powder solvent, "But-" "Now, Dean," I snapped and started to clean the barrel. He sighed as he pulled out a bag and took a seat next to me, he starts dissembling his gun as I grabbed my brass brush. "Why do-" "Because this shit is expensive," I muttered and wet the cloth with the solvent.

I start wiping it as Dean did his, I continued to work with my gun as Dean started to get sloppy; I pursed my lips, "Boy, I'm not going to clean the mess you made," I muttered as I slide everything back into place and slipped it into my waistband; I work quickly with weapons! I quickly did my Colt .45 M1911 filled with vervain bullets and when I was done, I slipped it into my waistband too as I ran down to the basement and plucked out a handful of vervain and wolfsbane, I locked the door on my way out and ran upstairs to find Dean had already readied the water.

"So what's up with you and the Salvatores?" Dean asked as I unloaded the glass container from the bag, I pursed my lips; it has been two days since Damon took me to the carnival and we haven't talked since, I don't know why. . . "Nothing," I muttered as I screwed the grenade tightly and putting it away. Dean huffed and the rest of vervain/wolfsbane grenade stocking was filled with comfortable silence, "That's the last one," I muttered as I dried the grenade.

Dean cleaned it up while I pulled out my Jagdkommando Tri-Dagger Fixed Blade Knife and started to sharpen it; now don't ask me how because I just decided to do it my way, this beautiful tri-blade knife is Sammy. I stole it from a 'friend' from a CID agent who's probably 6 feet under right now; I fell in love with this thing and decided to call it Sammy! You can cut hair with this shit; he's my baby.

The door suddenly burst open and I looked up to see Damon, he was standing rather awkwardly by the doorway and I pursed my lips; does he think I'll invite him in? "What's up?" I muttered distractedly as I stood and went to the bag; where in the fucks is it. . . "Invite me in," Ah! There it is, I pulled out a tiny tube filled with the liquid knife coating Dean made; it was mixed with vervain and wolfsbane! He's clever, isn't he? "Oh, Damon; you know I cant be compelled," I muttered without glancing at him.

"Let me get that; I'm doing mine too," Dean smiled and I nodded with a smile, I hand him it and turned to Damon with a very pleasant smile. "Well hello there! How may I help you?" I cooed as I leaned against the doorframe with my arms crossed in front of me; he stared at me impassively before doing the eye thing, "Lily, come on! I need to talk," he whined like a little bitch and I grinned; what the hell does he want? "I'm not going to invite you in, Damon. Whatever you want to say, you could say it here," I said lightly and Dean handed me Sammy.

Damon sighed and I grabbed his arm, I held it against Sammy and smiled as it sizzled against his skin. He yelped and yanked his arm back, "Oh, don't be such a pussy!" I rolled my eyes as I put the knife back into its sheath and pocketed it; I turned back to Damon with a sarcastic smile, "Stefan and I think there are more vampires in town."

Oh come on! What the shit, universe? When I say 'fuck it up' I meant emotionally! I could feel my face shift into an uncomfortable one as I stepped out to the porch; I closed the door behind me as I wiped the gun grease onto my hoodie that was wrapped around my waist, "Listen-" "No, you listen!" he snapped desperately and I raised my brows in an offended way, "You're the experienced one-" "No," I dragged out the word sarcastically, "You're one hundred . . . seventy . . . something years old; you could go by yourself and take down a handful of noob vampires. Besides, if they're so sloppy; they must be new! So you could-" I was cut off by his fist flying towards my face.

My reflexes acts in as I grabbed his wrist and sidestepped, I twisted his arm slightly and put my elbow on his; I slammed my elbow down on his and a sickening snap was heard as he grunted, I kicked the back of his leg and held my stake to his heart as he fell to the ground. "Damon, what the balls?" I hissed as I let him go; what in the fucks is this boy thinking? "See! You're fully capable of taking a 170 year-old vampire down; now please go with me."

I frowned at him, "Damon, I'm done. I'm tired, okay? I have too much blood on my hands," I slipped the stake back into its hidden spot as Damon fixed his arm; seriously, I did not sign up for this. "What if it's not a 'noob' like you said it was? I need backup," he grunted as he got up. I sighed; why cant he take Stefan? "Come on, you said you were my friend?"

I KNEW HE WOULD USE THAT AGAINST ME!

I groaned, "I took you to the carnival!" he whined and I glared at him; he basically pointed out that he's expecting something in return! "You killed me, Damon!" I hissed as I watch him pout; what a dumb fucking dick bitch, "Alright, you crap. BUT! You owe me," I glared at him as he smirks cockily; I swear if he doesn't get that shit off his face I don't even know what I'd do, I gave him a warning look as I opened the door. "Dean, I'm heading out!" I yelled and shut the door.

We left quickly and I wonder what the shit is Damon thinking, "We're here," he said after a few minutes of walking. A fucking warehouse? We entered quietly and looked around as we went deeper into the were house; suddenly, this dude popped out of nowhere and shoots Damon multiple times, Damon groaned in pain as he fell to his knees. The dude pointed the gun at me and I raised my hands in surrender, "DON'T SHOOT ME!" I begged pathetically, "I- I don't know what's going on! He led me here and I just-" I started sobbing hysterically as 'tears' streamed down my face.

"Shut up!" Damon 'compelled' and the waterworks stopped as I kept quiet, that man- bless him, didn't shoot me and decided to compel me; ha! Idiot, "Sit down and be quiet," he commanded softly as he checked me out; I tried my best to bite back a barf and an inappropriate comment, I sat down slowly on the ground in a trance-like mode as the guy went to Damon and points the gun at him. Somehow he looks oddly familiar. . .

"You don't want to do this," Damon groaned and the man shot his shoulder, Damon screamed in pain and I raised my brows slightly; must be wooden bullets, amateur! "That's what you get for making me like this," he crouched down and looked Damon in the eyes; gay! Damon gave him a throaty chuckle and glanced at me for barely a millisecond, "Dude, I didn't even kill you. My buddy killed you and she's all rainbows and sunshine with Stefan right now."

Holy balls; I killed this guy! He was the one who was about to kill Steffy boy! "I remembered you were there! I saw you there," he snapped as Damon pries a wooden bullet out of his chest; god, it's not even sharp enough! "Then who turned me then?" he challenged when Damon gave him a look, he tries to get up but groans in pain and falls back to the floor. Come on! I get shot all the time, Damon; stop being a pussy!

"Dude, it's not like the welcome wagon was waiting with a bundt cake and a handbook. It's been a-learn-as-you-go process. You know, one minute, I'm a small town on the rise news guy and next thing I know, I can't get into my house, because my foot won't go through the door." THIS IS GETTING BORING! "You have to be invited in," Damon told him pointedly; sassy! "I know; I live alone," A burst of amusement exploded through me as I burst out into hysterical laughter, "Man, that sucks some serious balls!" I giggled as I pulled out my vervain Colt and shot him once, he's new so one dose of concentrated vervain is enough.

He fell to the ground with a thump and a scream, "ITS BURNING! WHY THE HELL IS IT BURNING?" he screamed desperately and rather weakly, he started scratching and clawing his wounds while I just grinned as I watch him squirm; now this is fun! "It's called vervain, sweetie! Now tell me who the fuck turned you," I smiled sweetly as Damon stared at me like I was crazy, "I- I don't kn-" I pulled out Sammy and jammed it right into his stomach, he screamed in pain and wailed like a little pussy.

"You know what? You're useless! Let's end this," OH BUT NOOO! Damon just decided to slam me onto the ground, "Don't!" he warned and I glared at him; what in the fucks is he doing? I looked over to where the dude was only to find him gone, "Why the hell did you do that?" I yelled; I was going to kill that guy! Why does he take my fun? "Snap out of it! What the hell is wrong with you?" Damon threw back at me and I gritted my teeth. I put my hands on either side of his face and twisted his head, effectively snapping his neck.

I pushed him off me and dusted myself, "Bitch," I spat,

"Don't ever interrupt my kill."

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