Hey everyone! Sorry for the short wait.

So, there's a couple things you need to know about the chapter so please read this.

First of all: Yes, it will be Rachel's necklace that gets burned and yada-yada, the things that happen in the later chapters. Over the course of the next few chapters, you'll see why it wasn't detected that the necklace Rachel had on was the necklace Klaus needs. And (HINT) it still is Rebekah's necklace, and if you can put two and two together Rebekah and Rachel both start with R's so…I actually did a good job with that one :) it was actually really unintentional, I planned on making it Elena's necklace that was Esther's talisman, but I thought of a new idea. More to come on the secret of her necklace in later flashbacks.

Second of all: No flashbacks in this chapter…but I think I'll have two or three in the next chapter because Klaus is back! So my apologies for the lack of the Klachel scenes, but they will resume later on.

Please enjoy :) Comment at the end! And if you will, there are two new stories that I would love for you to check out: One More Night and Smooth.

Thanks!

Disclaimer: Refer to The Return

Disturbing Behavior

"I just don't know why you want to bring chili to a potluck," Damon said, his mouth full of food as Rachel cooked in Elena's kitchen, trying to get ready for the Lockwood party later in the afternoon. "Everybody brings chili." Fortunately for the doppelgänger, she learned how to ignore him a long time ago. But Alaric was her savior as he walked into the kitchen and Damon became distracted. "Hey, Ric."

"What's up?" Alaric greeted.

"What time do you want to the Lockwood party?" Rachel asked, still cooking. "Elena said three, but—"

"Ah…" Alaric cut her off. "Those…founder's parties aren't really my thing."

"And they're supposed to be mine?"

"Show up, there are going to be nine other people who brought chili," Damon continued his ridiculous rant.

Rachel turned her head towards him and snapped gently, "It's an old family recipe of Elena's and she asked me to make it, so I'm doing it for her, okay?"

"Yeah, I know," Damon said, making his way over to her. "I knew Elena's old family. They made sucky chili," he told her, bumping into her and grabbing a knife beside her. She turned her head to him, but he was hip-to-hip by her, and she bumped his hip in return out of annoyance. But Damon kept the game going by bumping her hip, and – involuntarily – she let out a small laugh while she continued with his game, but they were suddenly aware of the other person in the room – Alaric – who wasn't very pleased.

"Why are you here, exactly?" Alaric asked.

"She knows," he said, jerking his head towards Rachel. Rachel sighed.

"He thinks I'm going to break," she explained. "I'm not going to break, I'm just going to keep making chili for Elena and pretend like I didn't spend the entire summer looking for someone who…obviously doesn't care about me anymore."

"She's in denial," Damon whispered as he helped her make the food.

Rachel stopped what she was doing. "I am not in denial," she said through her teeth, looking over at him. "You're in denial."

"That makes no sense."

"Yeah, well, me being denial doesn't make sense, either."

"No?" Damon countered. She turned to him and nodded with a hum, and he reached out to touch her necklace, and she felt herself shiver. "You're still wearing this necklace," he sung. She looked down at it at a loss for words. "Isn't this the reminder of your undying love for Klaus?" They looked at each other for a moment, inches apart. A smile slid onto the vampire's face and she stayed in place for a moment, his hand still on her necklace.

Before the conversation could continue, there was a shout. "Uh…hello?" someone called from the front door hallway. Damon's hand immediately dropped from Rachel's neck and Alaric looked out from the kitchen to see the door wide open, revealing Grace Parks standing outside, stuck at the threshold. "Would someone care to invite me in?" she asked as Rachel stepped out from the center isle and over to see who was at the door.

Elena then came down the stairs, unintentionally. "Grace," she said carefully. Grace frowned.

"Rachel?" she guessed.

Elena shook her head. "Elena," she corrected. Grace nodded her head. Damon had given her the speech about the doppelgängers and what was going on in the town of Mystic Falls. "Come on in, Grace," she invited, and Grace stepped into the home with ease. Rachel walked out into the hallway and stood next to Elena, which was a little overwhelming for Grace.

"Wow," Grace sighed, obviously overwhelmed. "I mean…it's uncanny…you two look exactly alike."

"Right," Rachel breathed. "That's why – if anyone asks – Elena and I are identical twins." She paused. "And you are…?"

"Grace Parks?" Grace filled in after a while. Rachel looked back at Damon and shot him a glare.

"You didn't fill her in on her place here?" she asked him. Damon just shrugged and walked back into the kitchen to continue making the chili. Rachel turned back to Grace and sighed. "Okay, here's the deal. You're our cousin visiting from California. Same age. Okay?"

"Okay," Grace agreed.

"Ah," Damon groaned as he came out of the kitchen, looking at his cell phone. "Sheriff Forbes needs me, I've got to go." He came up to Rachel's side and turned to look at her. "You want to come with me?"

She frowned. "Actually, I don't."

"Okay, good, let's go," he began, reaching out to grab her arm. She moved it before he could touch it, taking a step back.

"Actually, Damon, I'm going to stay here and finish making chili for the Lockwood party," she said sternly, giving him a look. He narrowed his eyes at her and she sighed. "Go. I'll be fine; I have Grace, Elena, and Alaric. They won't let me break," she assured him, though Rachel wasn't worried about her mental state. Klaus made himself clear, there was nothing more to it.

Damon was silent for a moment before he grunted. "Fine," he said and brushed past the three women by the door. "I will see you all later," he said, as if it were a threat. Without anything else, he left, and everyone resumed their normal activities.

"The problem with my dad's normal side of the family is normal made for a really boring summer," Bonnie complained as she sat at the center counter beside Grace, watching as Elena, Caroline, and Rachel finished making the things they needed for the Lockwood party. Elena tilted her head in disbelief.

"Well, after the last few days, I would kill for a normal family," Caroline countered, walking back to the center counter where Rachel and Elena were. She looked at Elena. "Since when did you learn how to cook?"

"I didn't," Elena admitted. "She did," Elena said, turning to Rachel.

"Well, I can't take all the credit," Rachel returned, helping Caroline pour the chili into a bowl. "Damon helped a little."

Bonnie gave Rachel a weird look. "Damon's helping you cook now?" she proposed.

"Yeah, I'm actually a little confused about that myself," Grace admitted, inhaling sharply. "I thought you despised Damon…you were running from him when we met."

"Yeah, well, things change." Rachel sighed. "All of you should stop judging, okay, he's just trying to be a good—" All of a sudden, she felt a burning sensation on her neck, coming from her necklace. She dropped the spoon she was using from her hand and Caroline put down the pot as Rachel clawed at her skin.

"Did I burn you?" Caroline asked worriedly.

"No, no, no," Rachel said through her gritted teeth. "My necklace…" she trailed off and held it up from her skin, seeing the irritated red R burn on her chest. "It burned me," she said carefully, confused.

Caroline shrugged. "Maybe it's a sign that you shouldn't be wearing it," she suggested.

"Caroline," Elena warned.

"What?" Caroline proposed. "I'm just saying. She's in denial about Klaus and cooking with Damon, maybe the necklace doesn't want you wearing it while you keep up this charade."

Rachel glowered at Caroline for a moment before unclasping the necklace off of her neck, instantly feeling bare without it. The burn began to heal, but she knew it would take a while. No one had bothered her about her blood issues yet, so she didn't improve them. Once a week – tops.

"Let me see it," Bonnie instructed carefully, and Rachel held it out for the witch to take. For moments, Bonnie stared at it intently, and then she reached out to touch it. Right when her fingers contacted the necklace, there was a zap, and it shocked through Rachel as well. Rachel dropped the necklace on the counter, gasping as she felt the electricity course through her. Bonnie and Rachel looked at each other, worried about what was happening.

"Hey," Bonnie said, slightly out of breath as she ran up to Caroline and Rachel, who were sitting on benches, talking to pass the time. Elena and Grace were out somewhere in the sea of people, mingling and making sure no one suspected anything. "Okay, I got it. I have an identification spell that might be able to tell me what magic affected the necklace." Rachel reached into her pocket and handed Bonnie the necklace, avoiding the pendant. Bonnie grabbed it immediately. "It's going to take a while, so tell me if anyone's coming, okay?" Rachel nodded in return and Caroline turned to her.

"So you're not, like, switching boyfriends, are you?" she asked in a high-pitched voice.

"What?" Rachel demanded, letting her eyes meet Caroline's.

"Caroline," Bonnie began.

"Stay focused," Caroline ordered and turned back to Rachel. "As your friend, who worries about you daily, what is the deal with you and Damon?"

She raised her eyebrows at the blonde vampire. "There is no 'deal'," Rachel told her. Caroline tilted her head in disbelief. "He's been very helpful with finding Klaus and Stefan like I asked," she told her.

"Yeah, but that doesn't make him any less Damon," Caroline said, as if it were simple. "If my own father - who I love very dearly – can't change me, no one's changing Damon. Not even you."

"I don't…expect him to change," Rachel said simply, shaking her head. "He…He shouldn't have to, not for me, anyway." She looked at Bonnie for a moment. "Look, why are we even talking about this? We should all be focusing on—"

"Hey, guys?" Bonnie prompted as she watched the necklace in front of her float up into the air. Rachel and Caroline looked at the necklace, confused.

"What are you doing?" Caroline asked.

"I'm not doing anything," Bonnie assured her. The necklace rose higher into the air. "It has its own magic," Bonnie whispered.

Damon walked into the founder's party, not surprised to find a table full of different chilies right in front of him. He walked up to the table and picked up a card that said Fell Family Chili, and he let out a laugh. He told Rachel everyone would bring chili.

He looked up to find Alaric on the other side of the table. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret," Damon began. "Founder's parties are just an excuse for the council to gather in the back rooms and plot against vampires," he said as Alaric walked over to him and they walked down the length of the tables. As Damon took a gulp of the beer he picked up while talking to his friend, Alaric turned to him.

"Hey, uh, I think you need to take a beat with Rachel," Alaric instructed. Damon turned around, confused.

"Excuse me?"

"Whatever it is you two have going on, I think it's a very bad idea," Alaric continued.

"Oh, and her being with Klaus isn't," Damon proposed with a smile. "I don't really think it's your problem, Ric."

"It is my problem," he countered. "Yes, Klaus and Rachel are a very bad idea as well, but he's not here right now and she's doing just fine." Ric paused. "I'm trying to look after Rachel – to look after both of them. And this is me doing that."

Damon widened his eyes and sauntered towards the teacher. "What do you think I'm doing?" he challenged.

"You're trying to rope her back into the little mess you created back in the seventies," Alaric barked. Damon was silent for a moment. "So what I think is that you need to take a beat."

Damon tilted his head at his drinking buddy, and for a second, he thought about responding with an angered tone. But just before he could get to the good stuff, Sheriff Forbes came behind Alaric and looked at Damon.

"Damon?" she asked. "Sorry, uh…the Mayor just called for the council meeting," the Sheriff informed.

With an angered smile on his face, Damon flickered his eyes to Alaric and back to Sheriff Forbes, and he stepped away without another word.

"Where did you even get the necklace?" Caroline asked as Rachel and Caroline walked through the Lockwood mansion to the exit.

"Klaus," Rachel said simply. "He gave it to me after a couple months that we'd been together…a lot of stuff went down and he just…gave me the necklace." She sighed. "Hopefully Bonnie will be able to figure out where it came from."

"Please tell me it's time to go," Alaric sighed as he emerged out of a room.

"Beyond," another voice chimed, and Elena and Grace came out of another room, joining the bandwagon.

"Agreed," Rachel told them all. "Where's Damon?"

"Probably off somewhere doing bad things to good people," Caroline commented as she stepped in front of Rachel, making a point. Rachel tilted her head at her in disappointment. "Consider me the honesty police," she defended. There was a slight laugh from both of them before Caroline turned her head and a sudden look of worry crossed her face.

"What's the matter?" Rachel asked.

"What is it?" Elena echoed.

"It's my dad," Caroline whispered. Elena, Rachel, Alaric, and Grace all turned their heads at the same time to peer into the parlor, where they saw Bill Forbes mingling with other people.

Elena looked at Caroline with a gasp. "Why would he even show up here?"

"I don't know," Caroline admitted. "But…I…can't…" she stammered.

"Hey, it's okay," Rachel soothed, and Caroline looked back at the other doppelgänger. "We'll call you later, okay?"

"Okay," Caroline agreed and left without a goodbye.

"Okay, what was that all about?" Alaric asked, confused.

"Speaking of doing bad things to good people," Rachel answered and jerked her head outside, talking to all of them. Elena, Grace, and Alaric followed her out into the night.

"W-Wait!" Damon stammered as he came out of the Lockwood mansion, stopping the group from leaving. "Houston, we have a problem," he quipped.

"Where have you been?" Rachel said as they all continued moving down the steps. Damon followed behind.

"Managing Bill Forbes," Damon answered. "Apparently, he's impervious to compulsion."

"How?" Alaric asked.

"I have no idea," Damon exclaimed. "But he threatened to out me. Don't get me started on the irony of that."

"What'd you do to him?" Elena asked. Damon turned his head to her. "How do you know the compulsion doesn't work," she clarified.

"That's not the most important piece of information I mentioned, Elena," Damon snapped.

"Well what does he want?" Alaric questioned.

"He wants to control the council," Damon answered, as if it were obvious. "Says it's been compromised."

"Is has!" Alaric exclaimed.

"He wants to put vervain in the town's water supply," Damon continued.

"Okay, that's not even remotely possible, we need to bathe, you know!" Grace snapped, and everyone looked at her for a moment, though it was true.

"Well, maybe it's not a bad idea if we keep one area sanctioned for us," Rachel admitted. "It'll help keep all the vampires under control just in case—"

"In case what?" Damon snapped, stopping them in their tracks. He stared at Rachel with hard eyes. "You mean me – you want to keep me in control, don't you. Keep me in check? Make me behave?" he taunted, but it was far from funny. "I should've killed the bastard this morning."

"He's Caroline's dad, Damon," Rachel said through her teeth.

"Yeah, and when I kill him, she'll have one more parent than we do," he said harshly, and she just shook her head at him.

"Oh, come on, Damon!" Alaric said as he stopped Damon from bumping past the history teacher and leaving to kill the whistleblower.

Damon let in a large inhale. "You're repeatedly killing my buzz today, Ric," Damon warned. "Step aside."

"Yeah, it's not going to happen," Alaric said, pushing Damon from going any further with his hand. Rachel looked at Damon with warning eyes, debating whether or not he was going to be civil and leave it alone or do what he wanted to do.

Damon looked down at Ric's hand and saw the clunky Gilbert ring secured on Alaric's finger. With a side nod, he shrugged.

"Your temporary funeral," Damon said, slightly apologetic.

"Damon, no!" Elena screamed.

With one motion, he snapped Alaric's neck just as Rachel realized what he was about to do and fled to him with her vampire speed, pushing him back.

Alaric dropped to the ground and Rachel looked back to watch as the teacher lay on the grass, dead.

Rachel's head whipped back around to meet Damon's bloodthirsty eyes.

"What is wrong with you?" Rachel snarled through her teeth.

"Nothing," he shot back and brushed past her, unable to be stopped by her weak vampire self. She watched as he went into the house and Elena and Grace watched as well, but no one could do anything. If anyone except Elena went up to Damon, he would snap their neck. If Elena went up to Damon, he would tear her to shreds.

So they could do nothing but watch as he went back into the Lockwood mansion, thirsty for blood.

"Whoa, whoa, is that scotch?" Damon asked as he walked into the office that held the town council meetings. But only one councilmen was there – Bill Forbes. "I figured you for an abstainer," he admitted.

"Everything in moderation," Bill told him. "Keeps the mind clear from…influence."

Damon crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Like vampire compulsion."

"Yeah, I tried to tell you—"

"Yeah, yeah, powerful tool. Got it." Damon sighed. "I am impressed. Can't say I've seen that before."

"Well, it takes a certain human focus," Bill bragged as he walked closer to Damon. "It's a skill that I've been honing for decades." He paused. "Plus, your technique is a little lazy," Bill admitted.

Damon gave a simple nod. "Duly noted." He walked closer as well. "I'm curious…why not just expose us to the council?" Damon suggested.

"I know you think I'm the bad guy, Damon, but I would never expose my daughter to those morons," Bill remarked.

"It's a pretty risky move taking me on, don't you think?" Damon smirked.

Bill nodded slowly. "I knew what I was risking when I didn't leave town, but I figured…" Bill trailed off. "You're not self-destructive enough to kill the Sheriff's ex-husband," he assumed.

Damon didn't hesitate once. "Makes you the third person to underestimate me today." Without continuing the conversation, Damon lunged at Bill, and sank his teeth in without hesitation. The man screamed and Damon turned them around before dropping Bill on the floor, letting out a heavy exhale.

"Phew," Damon said, looking up at the ceiling. The taste of blood danced in his mouth. "You know, with all this behavioral modification going on around here, I almost forgot how good blood tastes when it's"—He let his eyes roll dramatically to get the point across—"fresh." With a smile, he licked the extra blood off of his lips.

"What are you going to do?" Bill choked out. "Kill everybody who discovers your secret?"

"No, I'm not going to kill you, Bill," Damon countered and bent down, clasping a hand on Caroline's dad's shoulder. "I'm just going to…find pleasure in perfect little moments like this." Again, Damon let his fangs extend, and with a hiss, he lunged back onto Bill's neck, trying to take another bite. He managed to savor the taste of some human blood before he felt himself being hauled off of the body and thrown against the wall of the Lockwood office. He slid down to the floor and, angrily, attacked Caroline, but she was pissed off, and he wasn't at his strongest. She threw him to the side and he went through one of the doors. He quickly rebounded, getting up from the shattered glass and went into the office to see Caroline feeding her dad vampire blood.

"Let me teach this ass-wheel a life lesson," Damon said with a growl.

"Just get out of here," Caroline demanded.

"Or what?" Damon spat.

Caroline looked back at him and quickly slapped him across the face, making him stumble backwards. She flew to him, but he suddenly got mad, and he gripped her throat and threw her back on the desk. With a whoosh, he climbed on top of her and put his hand on her throat, squeezing the air out of her vampire lungs.

"I'm stronger than you, little girl," Damon hissed through his teeth. He didn't pay attention to it, but Rachel stumbled into the room just as Caroline grabbed his wrist and pushed it off of her throat.

"Well I'm angrier!" she snapped. Rachel cringed as Caroline put her hands on Damon's head, brought him down to her, head-butted him, and threw him across the room. She had planned on stepping in when Caroline needed it, but it looked like Caroline didn't need help at all.

With her vampire speed, Caroline got off of the desk, took her father, and left the room so Damon couldn't hurt her or Bill anymore. Rachel stood at the door, slightly sorry for Damon but slightly happy he got a taste of his own medicine.

Damon scoffed as he watched Caroline and Bill leave the room. "Bummer," he muttered. "I love a good girl fight."

Rachel sighed. "You can't do this, anymore, Damon," Rachel said, trying to remain strong. "Not in this town. Not around Elena."

"Why not?" he proposed, getting up from the floor. "Nothing I haven't done before," Damon growled as he looked at her. She just looked back at him with pity rushing out of her expression.

"That doesn't mean you have to keep doing it!" she argued.

"Why is it suddenly so important for everyone to keep me in check?" Damon countered, raising his voice.

"Because I don't want you to be what other people think that you are!" she snapped, getting angry as well.

"What?" Damon proposed. "A monster?" She just stared at him. "Sorry to disappoint you, Rachel, but last time I checked, I was still a vampire, and just because you have some super-freaky blood control powers doesn't mean that the rest of our species doesn't revel in the taste of blood."

"I'm not asking you to stop being a vampire, Damon," Rachel started. "I'm asking you to just be a little more conscious of the humans that you're around!"

"I am not Stefan," Damon snapped, getting closer to her so that he was inches away from her face. "How about you stop trying to turn me into him?" For a moment, they glared at each other, until he finally brushed past her and left without nothing more to say, and she just looked around the Lockwood office, wondering where it all went wrong.

"I'm not going to say I told you so," Caroline said to Rachel as they walked through the town square the next day.

Rachel sighed. "Thank you," she said sincerely. "So—"

"But I did tell you," Caroline pointed out, cutting Rachel off. Rachel sighed.

"Okay, fine, you were right. I was trying to change him…just a little." She took a large breath. "But not a lot, Caroline, I swear, he just…needs to try harder, that's all." Rachel tried to make it sound as compassionate as she could, but the truth was the truth – Damon needed to make an attempt at controlling himself, that was just how she saw it. "And if he wants to keep being in this with Elena and me—"

"You know what," Caroline interrupted with a scoff. "Wait. I…" They came to a stop and Rachel raised her eyebrows at Caroline. "It's been a long week, so I'm just going to be blunt." She inhaled. "It doesn't matter what he does, Damon's gotten under your skin," she concluded.

Rachel scoffed. "That's…not true—"

Frustrated, Caroline threw her hands around and covered her face with her palms. "God, just admit it, Rachel, okay? You are attracted to him and all of his bad ex-lover glory."

"No," Rachel said sternly, though it wasn't true, and deep down, she knew it.

"Wait, no, you're not attracted to him, or no you just won't admit it?" Caroline snapped.

"I can't, Caroline!" Rachel shouted, stopping the blonde from being so harsh. Rachel stopped and thought about her next words. "If I admit it…" she trailed off and lowered her voice. "If I even thought it for just a second…" Rachel looked down at the floor. "I ran from him for forty years and…convinced myself that he was a monster. Everything I taught myself was a lie. Everything I've…thought about him was a lie if I admit it." She inhaled sharply. "If I admit it, what does that say about me, then?" She tried to hold back the tears. It was hard – everything she felt back in Chicago wanted to burst, everything Klaus said to her, everything Damon tried to get her to feel.

When did life become so…difficult?

Caroline looked at her friend with sympathy. "It says that you're human, Rachel, as undead as you are," she whispered. "You're the one doppelgänger who wasn't meant to get caught up in the vampire business. You were supposed to be free." Caroline paused. "You're still human."

There was a long silence for a moment before Caroline looked off to the side and sighed heavily, and Rachel turned back to see Bill Forbes walking past. She turned back to Caroline.

"You want me to—"

"No, I got it," Caroline promised and gave her an apologetic look before walking away. Rachel sighed as she was left standing alone, until Grace came walking down a path, set out to Rachel. With a small smile, Rachel walked up to Grace and Grace just shook her head.

"I literally have no idea what's going on, I mean…people just look at me and say hello in this town, it's crazy. And Damon is in a pissy mood so he kicked me out and I have no idea what to even—" Grace was cut off when Rachel pulled her friend into a long hug, and Grace was stunned for just a split second before pulling her best friend into a hug as well. They stayed like that for a moment before Rachel pulled away.

"Why didn't you call?" Rachel asked, asking the question she had been wanting to ask since Chicago.

Grace looked down at the grass. "Katherine said…Katherine said you never wanted to talk to me again. She said that you knew about my deal with Katherine about becoming a vampire and you left." Rachel inhaled. "Is it true, Rach?"

"No," Rachel sighed. "No, Grace, of course it isn't." With an extra laugh, she continued. "You really think I would leave you because you went behind my back and wanted to live forever?"

Grace smiled and moved a piece of brown-blonde hair behind her ear. "You were just so angry about it, I thought—"

"You thought wrong," Rachel interrupted, shaking her head. She grabbed Grace's arm and pulled her close. "But come on," she said with a large grin. "We have some catching up to do, don't we?"

"Definitely."

Slowly, Damon opened the door of the boarding house, only to see a doppelgänger outside. At first, he didn't know who it was, but then he realized that it was a vampire, and the only option left was Rachel. She stared at him, as if waiting for something. He tapped his fingers against the door and just looked at her. Moments of silence passed as he crossed his arms, but he was the first one to break the ice.

"I'll accept written apologies only," he quipped, and Rachel tilted her head at him. But then she smiled, and Damon smiled just a little bit in return. She put her hand on her hip and Damon slowly realized.

Katherine.

"Are you two lovebirds fighting already?" Katherine asked curiously. Damon hit his head against the door.

"Katherine," he said knowingly. He hit his head softly against the door again. "Wonderful," he said sarcastically. "What do you want?"

"I'm just a girl looking for a partner in crime," Katherine assured him. Damon turned away from her. "You feel like hitting the road? Getting the hell out of dodge?" It took Damon just a second, but he unwillingly stopped and turned around. His opportunity just came knocking on the door – how could he refuse?

"You have impeccable timing," Damon noted to his ex-doppelgänger girlfriend. "I was told I need to take a beat."

"Is that a yes?" Katherine asked, walking into the house. "I'll drive," she offered.

For a moment, Damon thought about what a bad idea it was to be going with Katherine, but in the next, he realized that he wasn't wanted in Mystic Falls at the moment, so what was the point of staying. "Why not?" he said finally. "Walls are starting to close in on me around here." He smiled at Katherine. "Where are we going?"

Katherine inhaled. "Away from here," she answered. "That's all I'm going to give you for right now, but, believe me." She dangled a necklace in the air. Damon realized that it was a subtle, diamond-studded R necklace – it was Rachel's. "It's good," she told him as he reached out to grab the necklace from her, but Katherine took it away before he could get his hands on it. He thought about declining her offer again, but what he decided was done, he would go with Katherine.

Mostly to try and figure out what she was doing with his other doppelgänger's necklace.

So, cute Rachel/Grace moments, Damon/Rachel moments (bad Damon/Rachel moments as well), Caroline/Rachel moments, and Alaric protecting Rachel moments.

*Scoff* Slut.

No, I'm just kidding. Next chapter, Klaus comes back to Mystic Falls, and what does that mean for his relationship with Rachel? Oh, nothing good, of course. Klaus the sadist. We all know it's true at times. He's like a masochist and a sadist. It's weird, but hot at the same time.

Anyways, please make sure to check out my two new stories if you have time. Thank you!

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