Sorry for wait, I'm trying to catch up on some of my other stories. Can't wait to get going on the next chapter. I do not own anything in this story, besides Becca of course, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

Chapter 27

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Becca had decided to take a nice jog around the property the next morning. She grabbed a pair of sweats and get freshened up before going up just after sun rise. As she jogged up the stairs toward her house, she wasn't even in the door more than a few steps before she was slammed against the door. "Did you know?" He snarled at her. She choked out a breath as she saw that it was her own brother who had pinned her against the door. "DID YOU KNOW?" He shouted out at her.

She stared at him confused and hurt. Her feet were just barely touching the ground as he held her against the door. "Know . . . what . . . Tyler?" She managed to choke out to him. She looked up at him helplessly, pleading with him to just let her go before he choked her to death. Which, at the moment, seemed to be very possible. She's never seen her brother so angry, and at her too.

Tyler's pressure against her neck only got tighter when she didn't tell him. His anger was getting worse, and he was taking it out on the wrong person. He should be having this conversation with Caroline, not his sister. "Mason's dead. Your buddy Damon killed him, but you knew that already? DIDN'T YOU?" Tyler screamed in her face, only adding more pressure to his hold on her.

She let out a whimper of pain as she tried to turn her head away from him. She wasn't registering what he was saying because her body was now becoming light headed. She couldn't breath, and the blood was rushing to her head. "Tyler . . . please . . . let go." She gasped out to him, pleading with him to just listen to her and let her go before he really hurt her. "Please." She begged him, her wide eyes meeting his angry ones.

Tyler seemed to realize what he was doing. He jumped back, letting her fall to the ground in a big heap as she gasped out for air. He looked down at his gasping sister in horror of what he had done. She looked up at him with confused doe eyes. "Uncle Mason's dead? What . . . what are you talking about?" She asked out to him once she had enough air in her.

Tyler could see that she honestly didn't know anything about Mason. No one had told her, not even that boyfriend of hers. "Beck, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I . . . I thought that you knew. I thought that it was why you weren't talking to the others." He told her as he reached out for her. She flinched away from him when he got close enough to touch her. She was finally letting the news of her uncle's death sink in. Mason was dead, and if what Tyler said was true, Damon had been the one to kill him.

But why? Why would he do that? What purpose did killing her uncle serve to Damon at all? "Why would he kill him? I don't understand." Her voice was shaking. Tyler stared down at his sister with a hurt expression. He couldn't believe that he had just tried to kill his sister. He had actually wanted to hurt his little sister over something that she didn't have a clue about.

Her body was shaking as she looked up at him. He was pleading her with his eyes to forgive him suddenly. He couldn't control his anger, and right now he felt like he was going to explode. "I don't . . . I don't know. I've . . . I've got to go." He stuttered out to her before he took off out of the house. Her breath became heavy and slow as she took in what she just heard. Mason was dead. Her uncle Mason wasn't coming back, he was dead and he wasn't coming back.

She shakenly got to her feet and made her way upstairs to her room and got one of the house phones on her way. She subconsciously dialed a number as she walked into her room. The person answered after two rings. "My uncle Mason's dead. Damon killed him." She found her heart breaking as she said the words out loud. She heard a sigh on the other side of the line.

'I'll be right over.'

The phone fell from her hand just seconds before her knees gave out and she collapsed to the ground with it. Her body shook as she fought to keep the sobs inside of her. It wasn't until minutes later did the sound of the door crashing open and foot steps racing up the stairs echo through out the empty house. The door opened with a force as Jeremy paused in the doorway, his chest breathing heavily from his run into the house. "Becca," He gasped out as he spotted her on the floor.

He was instantly at her side and holding her in his arms. Her cries finally broke free the second she was in his arms. At that moment it didn't matter to her if she currently wasn't talking to Jeremy, and it didn't matter if he already knew about her uncle being dead. All that mattered was that he was there and holding her, whispering soft nothings into her ear as she cried out.

The two sat there on the floor for hours as she just cried. Her and Mason had been like father and daughter, and now he was suddenly gone. He had been there through her first real hear break and he had been there when some of the other local surfers were making fun of her for not knowing how to surf. He had defended her until he went blue, and she knew he would keep defending her even after that.

After hours of just crying, Becca had finally calmed down and had some how fallen a sleep in his arms. "Hey, Beck? Becca? Hey, you awake?" He whispered to her as he nudged her shoulder. She was out cold though. He looked around and listened to the rest of the house. No one else was there as far as he knew. He carefully lifted her up in his arms as he rose up from the floor. He paused as he looked down at her. Her head was laid against his shoulder, her brown hair covering her eyes.

He smiled slightly at the sight of her sleeping form. He slowly carried her over to her bed and laid her down in it. He pulled the blanket over her tiny form so she wouldn't get cold. He brushed aside her bangs from her eyes and smiled softly down at her for a moment. He was so caught up in watching her sleep that he didn't hear the door open behind him. "What do you think you're doing here, buddy?" He turned to find an irritated Stevie in the door way to Becca's room.

He glanced down at her once again before leaving the room, Stevie following out right behind him. "She called me. Look, she just found out that Mason's dead. I know you know that I already knew that, and that I know who killed him, but just think about Becca for one second. She needs both of us, whether we like each other or not. Can you put her first?" Jeremy asked him. He knew that being put first was what Becca needed the most right now, and he knew that he never did it before, but she needed someone who could do that. Even if it was Stevie.

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Becca woke up hours later. Her eyes fluttered open to see not Jeremy laying next to her, Stevie instead. When had he gotten here? How did he get in? "Stevie?" She asked out, waking him from his own dreams. He slowly looked down at her with a lazy smile. "What are you doing here?" She asked him as she started to sit up from her sleeping position.

He laid up with her and watched as she rolled out of the bed while he got comfortable against the pillows. He crossed his ankles and his arms as he watched as she moved around her room nervously. "Believe or not, that friend of yours called me. He left about an hour ago, said he had to do something important." He filled her in on what she had missed while she was sleeping. He glanced over at her alarm clock and winced at the time. "Speaking of which, but I gotta jet too. Jules needs me to do something, and she gave me a time limit to get back." He told her as he got up from her bed.

She looked at him with a hurt expression. She just woke up and he was already bolting to leave her alone? "You know if I could, I would stay with you, but it's Jules, Becca. You know I can't disobey her." He said to her as he walked up to her. He pulled her into his arms and tried to hold her, but something inside her didn't feel right with this embrace. Something was right, they didn't fit like they usually did. "I've got to go before she tracks me down. I'll text you tonight." He told her as he put a kiss on top of her head, turning to leave.

"Why do you let her treat you like some kind of dog, Stevie? You owe her nothing, she's always using you. I love Jules like a sister, but it's true. You let them all walk right over you." She said out to him, wishing that he would agree with her and stay for a bit longer. She didn't want to be alone tonight, and he knew that. That was why Jeremy called him, wasn't it? So she wouldn't be alone. He knew she didn't want to be alone tonight, and since he couldn't stay, he had been mature enough to ask Stevie to stay in place.

Stevie just gave her a sad look. He wished that he could tell that she was wrong, that she didn't know what she was talking about, but she did, and she wasn't wrong about how they all treated him. He was the youngest, the newest to the pack. Of course he was going to be treated like so. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Becca. You couldn't possibly know because . . ." He trailed off, knowing that he was about to let the cat out of the bag, so to speak.

That seemed to wake her up a bit. It hit a nerve with her on a very serious recent issue. Lies. She always knew that he was keeping something from her, but she had left it alone because she trusted him. She had trusted the others too though, and look where that ended up. "Because you're lying to me? Is that it, Stevie? Did I hit the nail on the head?" She cut him off from covering up his tracks like she knew she was going to do. He opened his mouth to say something, but just knowing that it was going to be more lies, she cut him off by holding up her hand to silence him. "I don't want to hear any more lies, Stevie. No more. I'm going to the Grill for a while, and when I come back here? I want you gone, and I don't want to text you later." She said to him angrily.

He stared at her in shock as she grabbed her jacket, not caring that she was still in her jogging shorts and tank top, and stormed out of the room. He flinched after a minute when he heard the front door slam behind her. He had royally screwed up, he knew that, but he couldn't tell her what he was. That was a pack decision, and he knew that. It was times like these when he hated the laws. They could have just cost him the one girl he was falling in love with.

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Becca walked inside of the Grill twenty minutes later, his coat covering her outfit completely. She really wished that she could have changed before she left the house because it had gotten a lot colder than it had been earlier in the morning. "Well don't you look very scandalous with all your bare skin. It considered teasing us men, you know." A voice whispered into her ear.

She felt her blood run cold as she realized who was behind her. After letting the fear run through her, anger soon followed it. She spun around and slapped him across the face, her eyes narrowed on Damon Salvatore the second she saw him flex his jaw, rubbing it as he looked at her again. "That is the very least I can do since you killed my uncle. I can't believe that I was starting to forgive you." She hissed at him before turning to leave.

He grabbed onto her arm and pulled her back to him before she could get too far away from him. She winced as his grip tightened as he pulled her closer to him. She kept her head down, not trusting him enough to look at him in the eye. "Then you're a stupid little girl if you were going to forgive me. You know what I am, I've given you time to get through your little tantrum, now you either move on or I make you move on. Whether you like it or not, there's something bigger than your little 'you all lied to me' tantrum, Becca. There's a vampire out there trying to get to you and Elena both, and you are not making it easier on me to make sure he doesn't." Damon whispered to her, tugging on her arm to emphasis the seriousness of the situation to her.

She finally looked up at him with a hurt look. She knew that he was right, but that didn't mean that she had to do as he said. She's seen Elijah, and she knows that he wouldn't hurt her. He didn't say so in so many words, but the look in his eyes when he looks at her did. She reminded him of some woman he had known, someone he had obviously been in love with at some point. He wouldn't hurt her, especially not when he just as obviously needed her and Elena for something important.

She pulled her arm from Damon's grip and took a step away from him. She knew a bit more of what he was capible of was not going to risk getting close to him when he's upset with her. "Elijah wouldn't hurt me. I've seen him, and talked to him, Damon. Now let me go." She whispered back to him before she pushed past him and left the Grill. Her need to be there was suddenly gone. She didn't want to go home though, so she was lost as to where to go.

She was just wondering around, a stupid thing to do especially now, but she just needed to clear her head a bit. She walking through the parking lot when she bumped into Matt, who, might she add in there, looked like he was getting to cloud nine very soon. "Hey, Matt. What's with the happy face? Not that I'm complaining, because I love the happy face, but just wondering." She told him as they switched side, her now facing the parking lot and him the Grill.

His happy face didn't falter as he looked down at her. She gave him a weak smile, the best that she could manage after the day she's had. First finding out her own friend killed her uncle by her brother who, at the same time, tried to kill her by choking her to death, then fighting with her boyfriend and then Damon. At least Matt had found something to be happy about though. "Nothing major, Becks. I just might be getting back on track with Caroline. She just went that way to get her car. I don't think she's left yet if you wanna go talk to her." He told her as he motioned back to the way he had come.

She nodded and gave him a quick wave before he left. She knew what he was doing just then. He knew that she wasn't talking to Caroline as of recently, and he must have figured that they were just having a small little fight that they would eventually get over, and maybe he was right about that part? She took a deep breath and started off toward the direction Matt had told her.

She was coming up on the corner when she saw something strange. She saw . . . but it couldn't be, but it was. It was Brady, and he had something in his hand. Something that looked like . . . like a gun! Her pace quickened as she raced down the street. For all she knew, Brady was just walking around with a gun. She shook her head, that was a stupid thought. She rounded the corner just in time to hear the gun shot and see her blond friend fall to the ground, her head snapping back at the bullet hit her head on.

"Cara . . . mmmph! Mmmph!"

Her scream was cut off as a hand covered her mouth. She continued to struggle as she was lifted up from the ground from behind and carried off. She continued to kick and scream as she was thrown into a car. Before she could move, something was sprayed into the car. She tried not to breath it in, but it was useless. As she started to breath the gas in, she started choking on the air she was taking in. She started banging on the window, screaming out for someone to help her.

As her vision began to darken, the last thing she saw was Stevie's sad face on the other side of the window, staring back at her with eyes pleading with her to forgive him. "Stevie," She gasped out as she fell back, her hand slipping down the window as her world went black. On the other side of the window, Stevie looked away from her limp body. "I'm sorry, Becca." He whispered out before he helped Brady put the blood sucker into the trunk of the car.