So I bet you've guys have been waiting for this chapter...it's pretty good if I do say so myself.

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I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.
-Nelson Mandela

I really really hate her...

It's been a long day.

And that's saying something. Because being alive for over a hundred years, I've had a lot of long days.

But at the moment—looking into Bella's warm, brown eyes—I'm feeling better. But then I remember the visit I had earlier today, and now I'm not feeling good at all.

Stefan had been right when he told me that the tomb vampires were angry. In a way, I get it. Being locked in a tomb, slowly dying—I would be pretty pissed off to. Of course I would be in a kill-everyone-you-see kind of pissed off. Not let's-take-over-the-town pissed off.

But Pearl is.

Her and Anna even paid me a little visit this morning to tell me just how pissed off they were.

It went something like this:

I was just getting a drink—like always—a nice blend of scotch and blood, when I was so rudely interrupted.

One minute I'm starring at my drink, thinking about today's council meeting, the next thing I know I'm being forced against a wall with a little black haired devil in my face.

"Anna," I draw out her name slowly. Best to make her think that I wasn't surprised, "How lovely of you to invade my property, and my personal space."

"My mother wants to talk to you." She cocks her head to the right in an almost bird like twitch. I wonder if I do that too.

"Well then," I push her off of me and walk back over to my drink. "She can come and talk to me. No need to send a gopher." I take a long drink. For some reason I think I'm going to need it.

"I'm not a gopher." Anna snarled.

"You sure do look like one." Another drink. Bottoms up.

"Damon," A cold voice says. Without looking I know it's Pearl. I would know that voice anywhere. The bitch had been a friend of the even bigger bitch, Katherine. "No need to be rude to my daughter."

I give her my best fake smile.

"Long time no see Pearl." She doesn't answer me. Just hums softly as she walks slowly around my living room, dragging her pale hand gently over every curve of the couch.

She looks exactly the same. More modern, but still the same. Same black hair, same absent eyes, same, same, same.

But then again, she's a vampire. We're a constant in this forever changing world.

"I need your help." Pearl says after a long pause. She's still isn't looking at me. Just moving around the room slowly.

"For what."

"To take back what is ours." Anna snarls.

"Anna, be nice," Pearl chastises her daughter. Anna nods, becoming a statue of obedience once again.

"Take back what?" I'm curious now, I really am.

"Mystic Falls," Pearl looks at me now. Her expressionless eyes penetrating my baby blues. "We ruled it once. We would like to do it again."

"And by we, you mean the vampires?"

"Who else."

I laugh. I really can't help it.

"And why would I help you?" I slouch into my chair, looking completely relaxed. On the inside I'm a complete mess. "I actually kind of like this town the way it is."

Anna hisses. Pearl glares.

"Because if you don't we'll poke and prod at your weak points until they break." There's a pause as she let's that sink in, "literally."

"Go ahead. Personally I would like if you started with Elena first, she's starting to get on my nerves. Of course, I won't mind if you want to throw Stefan into the mix. So be my guest, poke and prod to your heart's desire."

"A day ago I would have gone after those two exact people," Pearl's smile is devious. I would know. I have had the same smile on my face too, "But then Anna here told me of someone else."

I hold my breath.

No way does she know about Bella.

No way.

"What's her name again Annabelle?" Pearl asks sweetly.

"Isabella I believe mother. Isabella Swan."

My unbeating heart drops. My stomach curls. And for the first time in years I want to throw u

It's a miracle that I somehow keep a neutral face.

That doesn't mean that Pearl doesn't notice the affect that name has on me though. She's has too many years on me. Too many years of reading people not to notice the slight twitch in my jaw, or the rapid blinking of my eyes.

"I think we've hit a nerve Anna." Pearl muses. Anna nods

I want to kill her. I want to stake her and watch her turn to a grey mummy. Then I'd turn around and kill her pathetic little daughter too.

But I can't.

I'm frozen to my spot, waiting to hear what she has to say next.

"Well, we'll leave you to think about it Damon." Her voice is sweet again. It makes it that much worse. "We'll be back. And please, make sure you think about poor Isabella Swan. We wouldn't want to poke and prod, would we?"

"You don't want to do that Pearl," My voice is threatening. Laced with hate. "You don't want to mess with me."

"Actually Damon. I think I do."

Then she walks away—Anna on her heels—and she doesn't look back.

OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING! HOW COULD I DO THIS TO YOU GUYS! Oh that's right…cause I can;) reviews on your thoughts are loved.

Note: Yes this means that Pearl will be back, and she won' be the good guy. Not at all. (Same with Anna…maybe…)

We pick back up with the kitchen scene tomorrow. Just needed to put this one in there first. I hope you guys enjoyed it, cause I enjoyed writing it!

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