Hey guys! I hope you all liked the last chapter as much as I did Things can only get more interesting from here so let's see what happens next

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Maisie Jones: Thanks, but to be honest, I'm not sure if I can have Jeremy and Rachael kiss...I can think of a lot of readers who would be really,really mad at me for doing that lol. Also, I based Rachael Off of what I wished I looked like instead of a celebrity (sad, I know, but it seemed like a good idea at the time) lol

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P.S I do own vampire diaries…..in my mind, outside it, it belongs to the author and whoever was smart enough to turn it into a TV series

I hate Tyler, I hate Tyler, and I hate Tyler! As I walked back to where Caroline and Stefan were waiting for me that's all I could think about, how much I hated Tyler for what he did.

I knew that wasn't right though. Tyler and I weren't dating, we were barley even friends but for some reason I felt hurt. Hurt was an understatement even, I felt betrayed, angry, and humiliated. I felt like Tyler punched me in the stomach and then squeezed my heart out for good measure. But I couldn't figure out why.

"Your jealous," a little voice inside my head whispered.

"I am not!"

"Yes you are. Why else would you be acting this way? You thought the two of you had something so you got jealous when you finally saw him acting like a single man."

"Well, thank you Dr. Phyllis,"I muttered to the voice annoyed, knowing it was right.

Hating myself now for acting jealous, I was walking back to the party, muttering to myself, when it hit me. Another wave of nausea came over me when I smelled the blood. It was worse when I could recognize where the smell came from and I knew the smell was disappearing. It was disappearing because someone was taking the blood away, but how…

Caroline! The realization hit me like a ton of bricks and I started running towards the smell.

When I finally got there Caroline had her fangs in Matt's wrist and was sucking out his blood as though she was drinking a slushy on a hot day. This was bad. "Caroline!" I yelled trying to get her attention away from Matt.

"Caroline stop!" Stefan yelled, getting there the same time I did.

"Caroline your hurting Matt!" I was near screaming, she wasn't getting off him, Caroline was out of control.

Luckily, Stefan got a hold of Caroline and managed to pull her off Matt.

It was a sight I had never seen before, Caroline's face was disoriented and it wasn't a pretty sight. Her fangs were sticking out and veins were bulging out of her face. She looked scary and ready to kill.

"Caroline, what the hell's the matter with you? That's Matt," I told her, hoping to help Stefan snap her out of it.

Unfortunately, it wasn't us who snapped her out of it, something much more terrifying made her snap out of it. A loud crashing noise followed by some sort of loud howling. Uh oh, I just remembered, tonight's a full moon. If Damon was right…none of us were safe right now. "Stefan," I whispered in fear.

Stefan turned to Caroline, "We're going to run and it's going to follow us. We need to get it away from Matt so I need you to run as fast as you can, do you understand me?"

Caroline nodded. "Go, go now," Stefan demanded.

Wait a second, how am I suppose to run that fast, I'm not a—

Before I could blink Stefan had me on his back and we were running through the forest faster than I could've believed possible. What was his problem? Even if they were in danger that doesn't mean I am. I'm not a vampire. I've never needed saving from anything. I have always had the opposite problem, so why was Stefan running so hard to take me away from something that wasn't a threat to me?

The next thing we knew though, I fell off of Stefan's back and we were being attacked by an oversized wolf. This couldn't be happening, I looked into the wolf's eyes as it stood in front of Caroline. "Mason?" I asked breathlessly in disbelief

This can't be happening, all my life I've been told stories about things that couldn't exist. When I became the nightmare, I thought that I was all there was to it—but this werewolf was looking me in the eye in hesitation. It was almost as if it could understand me, it was as though it was intelligent.

As I spoke to it, it hesitated, as if he somehow recognized me. Oh lord, that was Mason, wasn't it? This couldn't be happening. Caroline was trembling in fear under the man who had taken me into his family as if I was his own flesh and blood. Mason, who had been the big brother I always wanted. I couldn't hurt Mason, but I couldn't let him hurt Caroline either.

"Mason," I nearly whispered to him, maybe I could bring him back to life. "Bad dog!"

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.

Mason jumped on top of Caroline, snarling and looking down right menacing. "Stop!" I yelled.

"No!" I heard Tyler's voice yell out behind me.

Suddenly Mason was jumping offof Caroline and running in the opposite direction.

I let out a breath of relief. "Thank God," I said before helping Caroline to her feet.

"Is everyone ok?" Tyler asked, looking at me.

"We're fine, thanks," I said, looking away, I really didn't want to deal with this right now.

"Thanks for saving Caroline Tyler," Stefan said.

I pulled Stefan in for a hug. "Thanks for saving me," I said. "Though I didn't need it," I assured him when I moved back to look at his face.

"Yes you did," he said, clearly implying something, I gave him a questioning look.

"We should go," Caroline said, entailing that we should all talk in private.

"Thanks again for all the help Tyler," I told him, avoiding looking him in the eye as I did so.

"Rachael, can we talk?" he asked as he walked over to me.

"Go ahead," Caroline said with an almost mischievous smile. "We'll wait for you back in the woods." She assured me as they left.

"What do you want Tyler?" I asked, annoyed. I had better things to do than deal with him right now.

"Rachael, about earlier—"

"It's nothing, I shouldn't have reacted like that," I admitted, trying not to turn red.

"You shouldn't have?"

"No! I shouldn't have expected anything—especially from you," I gave a slight shrug.

"Wait, what do you mean, 'especially from you'," he asked, starting to glare at me.

"Come on Tyler," I said, rolling my eyes. "Your dad just died and you probably couldn't handle a serious relationship with me right now, even if you wanted one. To be honest I have a lot on my plate too. We should probably draw the line at friendship and leave it there, don't you think?" I said with an air of indifference.

"First of all, you barely know me; your no judge for what I can and can't handle—"

"You won't let me get to know you," I stated, nearly hissing as I stepped closer to him.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Tyler demanded.

"You keep things from me. I have no doubt in mind that your mother keeps things from me," I mumbled the last part. "And I'm pretty sure Mason's keeping secrets from me too; it's just one big lying family," I said with false happiness, throwing my hands in the air.

"Oh, like you don't have secrets of your own?" he said with clear accusation.

"Maybe I do, but that's my point! Ok! I don't want this. You all took me in as part of your family, but you can't start any kind of family or relationship based on secrets and lies!" I yelled.

"Oh, and what would you know about family? You freaky orphaned runaway!" he yelled with venom laced in each and every word.

I gasped. I couldn't believe he just said that to me.

"Oh god, Rachael—"

"You know what Tyler?" I said angrily, shutting him up. "This has become way too much drama. I have enough to deal with without worrying if you want to be my friend or something more, or whether you want nothing to do with me at all. So I'm going to make this easier on both of us, I'm done."

"What—"

"Your mother gave me a place to stay when I had nowhere else to go and I have nowhere else to go. So I guess that makes us house mates until I can get a place of my own, but that is all we will be." I stated, turning around to leave.

"Oh and Tyler, that means I want you to leave me and Jeremy alone too," I said for emphasis, not even sure if Jeremy and I were still friends.

I turned and left him gaping at my back. God I had just made a huge mess of things. I wonder if drawing a clear line between us will actually make things better. Well, I doubt that I could make things any worse.

I walked back to where Caroline and Stefan were. They were already starting the conversation without me. "He is the one person in this world that I would never want to hurt," Caroline shook her head, almost in disbelief.

"It's not going to get any easier," Stefan said sorrowfully.

"Are you talking about with what happened to Matt?" I asked.

They turned and noticed me. "Yeah," Caroline said, lowering her head in shame.

"Caroline, I don't know what you should do," I answered honestly. "I've never felt what I see you feel for Matt, but when I was lost and confused after my parents died I avoided people and that just made it worse."

"But when you avoided people it's because you didn't have much of a choice," Stefan said. "You never knew when you would see someone and lose control."

"And I'm the same way," Caroline said on a chocking sob. "I might lose it at any second and you might not be there to stop me next time."

"But you love him," I said, shaking my head at her line of thought.

"Which means I should be able to let him go if I have to," Caroline said weakly,

I gave her a sympathetic look and stayed quiet, there really wasn't anything I could say. Suddenly my phone started ringing. As soon as I saw the ID I wanted to chuck my phone into a lake. "Damon now is not the time," I hissed.

"You're going to want to hear this," Damon said seriously—all sarcasm thrown out the window.

"What?" I asked, becoming curious against my better judgment.

"Well, the reason we didn't think you were like Elizabeth is because you can't look people in the eye and she could. But what we didn't know was that the only reason that she could was because she was seventeen when we met her."

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked.

"When an Eruoica turns seventeen they will come into their full powers, which means they can learn to control them, but they can't until then—"

"Which is why I'm completely uncontrollable," I finished.

"And you won't be controllable until…" Damon questioned.

"My birthday's not for another month," I admitted.

"Well then I think we should make sure you're prepared for that time because if you are an Eruoica your birthday isn't going to be very pleasant—for anyone," Damon stated.

"What do you mean?" I asked nervously.

"I'll explain later, Oh, and by the way, I'm going to need you to stay at the Lockwood's house for as long as you can," he said almost in a sheepish sort of voice (or as close as someone like Damon would ever get to one).

"Why?" I asked suspiciously, I had planned on moving out as soon as possible.

"Because you and werewolves have a magical bond," he stated bluntly.

"What!" I asked, trying not to sound freaked out and disgusted.

"Yeah, according to legend the Aztec shaman who cursed werewolves was married to the witch that cursed Centehua's babies," he said.

"Who's Centehua?" I asked.

"Your ancestor, possibly. I have a book on The Moore's and Elizabeth's diary, you should tell Mrs. Lockwood you're spending the night at Elena's. Elena already has a guest bed for you. You'll come to our house while we figure this out and then you can go to Elena's house afterwards."

"Duly noted, thanks Damon," I said—actually grateful that he had picked up a phone and told this to me.

"Yeah, yeah. See you in awhile," he said before hanging up.

I turned to Stefan. "That werewolf wasn't after you, was it?" I asked, guilt seeping through my voice.

"It was after all of us Rachael" Stefan said comfortingly.

I laughed. "Yeah, right," I tried not to cry. "This whole day has been a nightmare."

"I'm sorry Rachael, maybe you should call it a night?" he suggested.

"No, I want answers," I shook my head.

Stefan sighed. "So I'm guessing you're going to need a ride to my house," Stefan asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'd appreciated it," I nodded.

After calling Mrs. Lockwood and telling her I would spend the night at Elena's we went straight to Stefan's house. Damon was already there with a stricken look on his face.

"Are you ok?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I'm fine, I have The Moore right here, it would seem as though you are an Eruoica, and you have all the symptoms and appearance of one," he said, his brows becoming so close together it almost looked like one.

"Appearance?"

"You look almost exactly like Elizabeth and you have some of her same traits. Elizabeth attracted men as easily as Katherine did, the only difference is Elizabeth was oblivious to it—you seem to be the same way"

"I haven't attracted anyone," I shook my head in disbelief.

Damon rolled his eyes. "It's like your twins—stupid twins"

"What did you find out about me Damon?" I asked irritably, cutting to the chase.

"According to this book, a woman had fallen in love with a demon who had been banished from hell—"

"How do you get banished from hell?" I asked in disbelief, almost wanting to laugh at the thought.

"Apparently he was too mischievous and he made everyone's afterlife a living hell" Damon shrugged, the right corner of his lip raising as he fingered through the book.

I took a long pause before saying. "Is this your way of telling me you're my great-great grandfather or something?" I asked sarcastically.

"You wouldn't be this attracted to me if I was your great grandfather," Damon smirked as he eyed me with his piercing blue eyes and held that sinister smile on his face.

"Moving on," Stefan said before I could rebut. "Continue," he told Damon sternly.

"Anyway, when he got her pregnant he was sent back to hell. He would've gone back anyway; once he found out it was a girl. Unfortunately for everyone, Centehua's best friend was a witch. The witch was her midwife and once she saw the baby's eye's glow red she wanted it destroyed. But she loved Centehua and Centehua loved her baby, so she cursed the baby instead."

"Do all witches hate other supernatural beings?" I asked with clear venom in my voice—thinking back to Bonnie.

"No, we're just special," Damon smirked at me, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, since the baby was half demon and killing was in its nature, the witch just took the baby's choice away. It would kill, as was its nature, but it would only kill evil people."

"And thus the Eruoica was born," Stefan added.

"Exactly. According to legend the curse is passed down onto all its female decedents," Damon said leaning against the back of the chair.

"Is there a way to stop the curse?" I asked.

"Would you want a cure?" Damon asked, raising his eyebrow. "You have demon's blood in your veins—you're going to kill again with or without a curse, it's in your nature." Damon smirked, no doubt comparing me to himself.

"I don't believe that," I said, not wanting it to be true.

"Believe it, it's in your blood so, you don't really have a choice," he said, the truth was definitely behind his words.

"Stop it Damon," Stefan said, patting me on the back in comfort. "There's always a choice Rachael."

"I don't believe you," I said, becoming frantic. "I'm not a bad person—I'm better than you'll ever be!"

"That may be true, but let me ask you this," he said pointing a finger towards the ceiling as he looked at me. "How do you feel about killing Frank?" he asked smugly.

"It was an accident!"

"I'm not saying it wasn't, but I asked you how you felt about it," he said, his eyes narrowing at me as he caught me up in his words. "You seem to feel worse about looking like a monster, than the fact that a man is now dead…because of you," Damon said as if he was somehow all knowing.

This stopped me cold. He was right.

I felt worse about what I did than Frank's actual death, because the fact that he was dead didn't actually matter to me.

"He was the monster, he deserved what he got," a menacing voice whispered in my head as if it was nothing.

"I killed someone," the better half of me whispered.

"He hurt innocent people, he was a monster!"

"He was a person—"

"That man was barely more human than you are!"

I snapped

"Shut up!"I yelled to the whole room.

"Rachael!" Stefan yelled for me as I ran.

I ran out of the house and to where I was supposed to be staying for the night. I didn't want to talk to Elena and there is no way in hell I could talk to Tyler about this. There was only one other person I could go to.

I went to the Gilbert's house and knocked on the door, hoping somebody would answer soon. I know they said I could spend the night, but it was late. I wouldn't have even bothered trying if it wasn't for the fact that I really wanted to avoid Tyler right now.

"Hey Rachael," Jenna smiled as she opened the door.

"Hi Jenna, sorry for coming so late," I said sheepishly as I shrugged.

"No problem, I was staying up late anyway and fell asleep on the couch. I completely forgot about the time so I'm actually grateful you showed up," she said cheerfully yet sleepily.

"Thanks," I smiled as I stepped into the foyer.

"Guest rooms upstairs, first door to the left," she said pointing up and left.

I thanked her again and walked upstairs, avoiding the guest room completely. I wanted to go to bed, but there was something I had to do first. I opened another door to find Jeremy's room (wow, I am really good at finding the right room at the right time). He was sleeping and all I could do was hope that when he woke up he wouldn't be upset at me—and that he doesn't go to bed commando.

Now I know it's incredibly rude to wake someone up in their own house, but I wasn't exactly my usually collected self right now. I walked into Jeremy's room and gently shook him awake. He woke up with a start. Thank God he wore boxers to bed.

"What—"

"Jeremy?" I whispered nervously.

"Rach, what are you doing here?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as he turned.

"Elena let me spend the night, I hope it's ok."

"Sure it is, but are you ok? You don't look so good…"

"It's dark, how can you tell I don't look so good?" I said as a retort.

He chuckled sleepily. "Lucky guess, now what's going on Rachael?"

"I'm half demon Jeremy," I said slowly.

"I know," he smiled slightly as he sat up in the bed. "Did you wake me up just to tell me that?"

"I killed someone when I was twelve years old because of it," I whispered, bowing my head in shame.

"What?" he whispered in disbelief.

"He was a horrible man who bet me; six out of seven days for reasons that don't make sense—but I realize that's no excuse. I just wanted to let you know that if you don't want to be my friend anymore I understand," I said, not looking at him and not wanting to hear the answer.

"Of course I still want to be your friend Rachael, I'm not judgmental and I've never gone through any of the horrible things you've gone through. I'm not going to start hating you just because everything good has been taken from you and you lost all your choices."

"It's more complicated than that Jeremy," I said.

I didn't want him to have any delusions about whom and what I am.

"Well you can tell me in the morning because I'm not going anywhere," he assured me.

"Ok," I smiled. "But while I'm confessing…Jer, I like you as a brother, you're my best friend, but when it comes to liking you romantically…"

"Whoa, Rachael, if you're trying to tell me you like me as more than a friend—" he said nervously.

"No! No, I thought you liked me as more than a friend," I questioned, furrowing my brows.

"Of course not! I mean it's not like I don't think your pretty or an amazing girl Rachael, it's just that you're like a sister to me and the idea of kissing my sister…" he trailed of shuddering.

"Really?" I asked, relieved.

"Really," he said gently, obviously hoping he didn't hurt my feelings.

"This is great!" I said enthusiastically, throwing my arms around him and giving him a bone crushing hug.

Jeremy laughed. "I can't believe you thought I liked you like that."

"Can you blame me, I mean look at me—aren't I adorable," I teased.

"Uh- huh," he laughed. "We'll talk more in the morning, can I go back to sleep now?"

"Don't stop on my account," I heard Jenna's voice from behind us.

I turned around to see Jenna smiling at us at the doorway, uh-oh.

"Wait a minute…this isn't the guest room!" I said, looking around and pretending to be in shock.

"Haha hee-ha, nice try," she grinned and Jer just laughed. "Rachael, go to the guest room, you two can snuggle in the morning."

"Yes ma'am," I said, embarrassed, getting up and exiting the room.

"Jeremy, your leaving the door open," she said, pointing to him and raising an eyebrow as if he'd say no.

"Ok," he said, embarrassed too.

"Alright, good night you two."

"Goodnight," I said.

"Goodnight Jenna."

This had been a very interesting day, but I didn't care to dwell on all the craziness. I've managed to find out what I am while getting back one friendship and possibly completely destroying another. The family I'm staying with might be werewolves and I'm completely uncontrollable for another month.

Yup, I'm definitely not dwelling on it, I'm going to bed.