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Behind The Gray

Chapter 35: Objection! It's only been one month

Part Two

Mystic Falls, VA

7: 18 A.M.

Davis Household


"9"


(Flash Back)

"Momma", my sweet Rosalia called out as she ran towards me. A smile gracing her lips . . . she was innocent, not yet corrupted by the world's cruel nature.

I have lived too many years, more than one should have. Yet, with all I have survived, I am still wounded the worst by a mere human . . . my human.

"Momma, Bekah said th-that . . . we must go back in before the monsters come out", she spoke as she grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards our home. I turned back as Niklaus took my free hand in his and gave me a calming squeeze.

I quickly looked away and wiped a stray tear away, as I entered what is now our broken home. "Kassandra, where have you been? Are you mad? Or have you forgotten that tonight is the full moon", I was greeted by Esther scolding tone. I stared at her, not able to speak, what could I say?

I feared that I would break, that I would be seen as weak, but what does it matter now.

Her eyes narrowed as if she was trying to uncover some mystery, but at this moment I cannot feel, I did not worry, I was numb and from past experiences that was not the best combination.

"Kassandra what is wrong?" she asked, "Mother this is not the time to Pry", Niklaus spoke for me.

"Momma . . . what's the matter . . . why are you so sad?" Rosalia asked, I kneeled and looked her in her soft gray ashen eyes. "Nothing is the matter . . . Now why don't you and Bekah go play with Henrik in the other room", I said giving Rebekah a pleading look, silently she nodded.

"Rosa, why don't we go bother Henrik", she grinned making sure my little Rosalia did not become aware of any conflict.

"I don't understand . . . what happened? No? Is Elijah-", "Elijah is alive for now", NiKlaus interrupted her. "I don't understand", she added.

"Well, Mother, see your beloved Elijah has made a mockery of our name and of his marriage", "NiKlaus, do no start", I spoke up.

"No they must know", he replied a bit shocked I was not willing to share the information, that was now embedded in my mind.

"Must Know what?" Mikael asked

. . .


(Lullaby- Sia)

I slowly awaken from my dream filled haze, slowly stretching as recalled all the events from last night.

I gasped for air as we broke apart from our kiss. As much as I wanted to act shock . . . to devour him . . . to be as passionate as he was, all I could muster up was one smile.

I managed to sound out a small laugh, as I notice his eyebrows furrow in confusion. And I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind at the moment.

I intertwined my fingers with his, "All I ever wanted was for you to fight for me, like I did for you", I whispered as I moved in closer. . .

A smile grazed my lips as I relished in the warm rays of sun that entered through my bedroom window. I turned to face my still sleeping Damon, and I couldn't help but gaze at him.

I rested my head on his chest as I felt his hands wrap around me, it felt perfect . . . just perfect . . . and nothing else could possibly make this any better.

"I will never stop fighting for you", murmured as his lips graced the top of my head. I lied, now this was perfect.

"Just don't hurt me again", I pleaded, "I won't be able to handle heartbreak".

"I promise you, I won't hurt you", he breathed out inching closer until our lips graced each other's.

I shall do one thing in this life, one thing is certain . . . that is, love you, and long for you, and keep wanting you until I die, I repeated over and over like a mantra giving me enough strength to allow my heart to open up to him for one more time.

I couldn't help but smile, as I watch his forehead crinkle. "You know this could be considered creepy", he muttered with his eyes still closed.

"You know you just ruined my flashback moment, right", I pouted. "I was wondering why you have a soundtrack playing in the background", he smirked.

"Sorry, Sia's Lullaby is my new obsession", smiled as I turned over and reached for my Iphone which had the song on repeat.

"Mmm . . . well I do like this sight", he purred as I looked down and noticed that my thin sheet blanket was no longer covering me.

"Well, well, what are going to do about it, Mr. Salvatore?" I smirked as I couldn't help but noticed that his gaze was not directed towards my face. "Tsk, Tsk, eyes up here", I told him as I tried to cover up.

"You make me happy", I whispered out, well, when you're not pissing me off that is.

"I know", he said leaning in closer and giving me a sweet kiss on the lips. "What can I say, I'm good like that", he smirked.

"Ugh, your conceitedness' never seems to shock me", I said giving him my own smirk, I was about to lean in and kiss him when my phone went off. I turned to face my night stand and reached for my cell.

"Yellow?" I said answering my cell. "Hey, Tru, I'm glad I caught you", I heard my fellow wolf aficionado speak on the other end of the line.

"Mason!" I exclaimed, "Whoa! What's wrong, you never call . . . you always send a text or quirky email".

"Nothing's wrong", he chuckled. "Well, then what do you want? You're interrupting a very intimate moment", I heard him laugh. "Yeah, right? Intimate with what? . . . your vibrat-", "Mason", I interrupted him. I turned to look at Damon who was now grinning, and rummaging through my night stand. I shook my head in disapproval.

"So what's up?" I asked him, while I watched Damon, who now had moved to my dresser.

"Carole wanted me to invite you over for dinner . . . so what do you say?" he asked, I groaned, not really trying to hide my annoyance. "Yeah, I don't really feel like it", I told him, as Damon searched my room vigorously.

"Wait, hold on", I told Mason, "What are you doing?" I asked Damon as he was looking for something in my closet. He gave me a smirked, making me roll my eyes. Frustrating.

I brought my attention back to Mason. "My answers still no", I told him, as I heard him sigh. "Come on", he groaned. "No", I answered.

"Please", he begged.

"No", yeah my answer was not going to change anytime soon.

"Suck it up and be a man", he teased, "Nope", yeah he's not gonna win me with that charm.

"Please, It'll be fun", he pleaded. "Lies", I yelled out, shaking my fist, and of course Damon just rolled his eyes as he gave up on rummaging through my room.

"First of all Carole does not invite me over for dinner without their being a hidden agenda", I told him as I decided it was time to get up and change.

"No, she doesn't, trust me", he pleaded his case. "Nope", I wasn't budging.

"Don't you worry", I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, not happening".

"Don't you worry . . . Don't you worry child", gasp, Swedish House Mafia.

"See Carole has no plan for you", he sang. "Fine", I grumbled and hung up.

"Stupid song . . . now I'm stuck spending my evening with Carole Lockwood", I groaned as I sat on my bed.

"So who was that?" Damon asked, I looked at him and gave him a questioning look. "Let's not pretend like you didn't listen in, like the nosy Vampire you are", I replied.

"As if listening into your conversations is a high priority", he scoffed putting on a black v-neck. "Fine, I'll humor you", I rolled my eyes, "Mason Lockwood, your nemesis has invited me for a Lockwood Dinner", I said giving out a smile sigh.

"If you're dreading it, why are you still going?" he muttered slipping on his jeans.

"Because as much as I hate being buttered up, I do enjoy a free meal", I mused as I picked out some clothes to wear.

"Now, If you'll excuse me, I have a shower to take and people to annoy", well look at me being all proper and junk.

"Well, speak of the devil", I heard Damon mutter out.
"Speak of who?" I asked, but before I could get a second syllable out he was gone.
"Rude, Jack ass", I muttered to myself as I walked towards my bathroom.


An hour later, I walking into the Grill, looking for . . . "Ah, there you are my good sir", I said tipping my imaginary hat.

"What do you want, Davis", He grumbled out.

"Well, Matthew . . . someone's in a grumpy mood today", I added.

"I'm not grumpy", he spat out.

Well, what's got his panties in a twist. "Don't tell me, Jeremy canceled another play date", I mocked. He stiffened at my statement.

"Oh, God, literally since when did you guys start dating", I groaned face palming myself. I will never fully understand these two bromance.

"Wasn't a 'play date'" he said rolling his eyes, as we both sat down at a booth. "Yeah, yeah, why don't you just man up and tell him your feelings", I said as I placed my hand over his in a caring manner. See I can see sensitive when I want to.

"Yeah, Who the hell do you think we are Dean and Sam", he mocked knowing that would irritate me.

"Don't even go there, Matthew, you know nothing of their brotherly bond", I cried out.

"Plus, the longer you wait, the more of a chance there is that he's found a new guy to hang out with", I teased him.

"Jeremy? Where talking about Jeremy here? The only other guy he hands out with is you", he scoffed, "please, there's more of a chance that he's that serial killer going around in Mystic Falls".

"Objection! Slander", I preached.

"What? What the hell", he said in confusion. "No, not this again".

"Not, what again?" I asked.

"Please, don't tell me you're going to go in that lame, I'm a lawyer phase again", he groaned out running his fingers through his hair.

"Lame?" I scoffed, "As if, I would be the perfect lawyer".

"Tru, you're like the most unfocused person I know", he said clearly insulting me, I mean I'm a focused person, like the best focused person, I could totally do this, I mean . . . Ah crap I need to return that dress back to Forever21. Wait, focus, Tru.

"You know what! Challenge excepted", I shouted with determination, and stood up.

"Wait, what challenge? That was not a challenge", he said trying to back out of whatever plan I was starting to create.

"To late Matthew, three hours, get your shit together, cuz you're prosecuting Jeremy", I gave him a grin as I walked out. Prosecuting? Is that the right word? Hmm.


Walking absentmindedly for ten minutes I realized one very valuable lesson. I really needed to stop walking out of places, I mean I really had nowhere to go, everyone was avoiding me for some odd reason.

I reached into the pocket of my favorite jeans and reached for my phone. Well, since everyone else is busy for some odd reason, might as well, call my alliance for a meeting.


I slammed my wooden gable on my dinner table, "here, here, the meeting for the Christian Grey fan club will now begin", I projected.

"Who the heck is Christian Grey?" Jeremy asked, turning to Katherine, who was not amused like always.

"The man of my dreams", I thought I heard Katherine whisper out, hmm . . . I can comment on that right now, or I can save it for later.

I decided not to comment on what I had heard.

"Alright, Alright, so I managed to map out the last few attack sites", I told them as I brought out my marked map.

"Uh, Tru, that's a Candy Land board", Jeremy pointed out. "Yeah, I don't own any maps, so this had to work", I added.

"Okay, so most of the killings have been in the woods . . . obviously . . . I mean that like Vampire Central", I mean it's true, It's not like they'll attack at Target.

"Okay, well, the faster, we find him, the faster we can start torturing information out of him", I concluded.

"No, shit", Katherine muttered.

"Alright, onto more important things, Jeremy, we need to talk about your case", I told him.

He gave me a confused look. "What case?" he questioned.

"Oh, yeah, I did forget to tell you . . . Matthew, is taking you to court, you're being charged for multiple manslaughter, and being a shitty friend", I told him.

"Let me guess, that was your Idea", he crossed his arms slightly amused.

"Yes, I couldn't just let him go about slandering your semi-good name", I said hoping he would buy it, truth is I was just bored, hey, at least this is a better alternative to just killing people for the fun of it.

"Sure, and I'm guessing you're my lawyer?" he asked, "Yeah, how'd you know?" I asked.

"Well, the fact that you're wearing a pant suit and have been carrying a suitcase, was a slight hint", he said pointing to my attire.

Yeah, I can rock a pant suit. "Yeah, well we need to get your shit together, the trials in an hour", I told him very calmly.

"God, the things your drag me into", he groaned in annoyance.


"Okay, we all know that Matt's not the best negotiator, but when the time is right, he's gonna come at you, and he's gonna come at you hard!" I yelled as I leaned into my chair, propping my legs on my desk.

"So here's what you gotta do, you gotta deny", I started, "Deny. Just deny it".

"Just deny it", he agreed.

"Deny, deny, deny, deny it to the end", I said enthusiastically, Jeremy started pacing the room. Whoa, I think he's finally getting into it.

I stood up quickly, "If you deny something, it means it never happened", I walked over and sat on the edge of my desk.

"You gotta promise me something here, buddy", I said cupping both of my hands in a pleading gesture.

"Uh-huh", he responded.

"You gotta stop, you gotta stop with the hole filled lies", I paused, "You gotta be smarter, lie better, learn a thing or two from me".

"Tru . . . your confu-" I interrupted him. "Shh, shh, shh . We're gonna get you the help. All right? But in the meantime, you gotta give me the time to, like, build your case. You know? To—to help your defense out", I started humming out the Law and Order theme song.

"Like, you know, I gotta do my thing. And then-" I continued humming out the theme song. After a while he started joining in. "And then I do some moves, and Bam your freed".

"Yeah, Okay, but what the hell does that have anything to do with what we're talking about?" He asked me.

"I don't know, you know", I stammered. "I mean It's a great show', he added. "Yeah, its just Lawyer stuff", I said giving him a confident nod.

"You're BS-ing like crazy", he told me, rolling his eyes at me.

"Ooh, ooh, ohh, Accusations . . . those are no good", I slowly back walked towards the door. "I'm gonna gett these charges off, I promise", I reached for the door knob and slowly walked out, humming the theme song to Law and Order.


"This is the moment, the defining moment for my career, what I've been working for all my life", I told myself.

"Tru, how many times, do I have to tell you, stop saying your inner monologues out load", Jeremy sneered as we both enter through the Grill's doors. I turned to look at him, though, this was just something awesome. We both walked in, I wearing a light grey pantsuit, carrying my suitcase filled with skittles, with Jeremy next to me, looking quite spiffy in his black suit.

I walked towards Matt who was definitely not dressed for success. But the guy next to him was. The guy was gorgeous, chestnut brown shaggy curly hair, silky light brown eyes. The sight of him almost made my mouth water.

"Matthew", I greeted him, "I see you've acquired extra council to help you out on this case", I told him nodding slightly towards his friend.

"Yeah, Tru, this is Dean", he motioned to the guy next to him, "Dean, this is my annoying and somehow entertaining friend".

Aww, how sweet of him. "Alright, alright, enough of this jibber jabber, let's get this started", I clapped my hands in excitement.

"Oh, did I forget to mention Tru, that Dean here is Pre-Law", He stated rather smugly. "Say what now?" I stammered, fuck me.


"Calling up my first Witness to the stand, a Ms. Jenna Sommers", Dean told the judge who was now Elena, how she involved herself into this? I have to no Idea.

"Ms. Sommers, now do you mind if my associate and I ask you a couple of questions?" He asked her. Jenna still not sure what was happened just played along. Thankfully I had been plowing Jenna with drinks so, she was being extremely playful.

"Don't feel compelled to answer any of them, Ms. Sommers", I spoke up, "I will be recording this conversation".

"I noticed you like margaritas", Dean motioned towards her drink.
"Ah, cut the chitchat, My client's clearly a busy woman, Ask your questions", I but in.

"In your opinion, miss, was your nephew an angry child?" he asked her.

"Objectin, Leading", I butted in.

"Did he ever exhibit any hatred towards women?" he dared to ask her, which was darn right shameful, whitebutterfly is a gentle beast.

"Irrelevant questioning", I cut him off, okay, okay maybe I was making shit up, but come on, I couldn't let him win. Not only is Jeremy's life on the line (no it isn't), but my career as a lawyer is (again no it isn't).

"Do you think he was raised in a dysfunctional family?" "Move to strike", I interrupted.

"Wait a minute, what are you talking about?" He snapped turning to me.

"Ask her fair questions", I started to argue with him.

Okay, so this is how it's been for the last hour, Dean and I couldn't get a word out without pissing off the other, annoying, handsome piece of-

"Fine, I'll give you one question, and then we're out of here! One question", I yelled out in frustration, I walked back to the table which was now the defenses stand.

"You think your nephew's out there killing people?" he dared to ask that question.

"Yeah", she giggle out.

"Damn, it, Drunk Jenna", I cried out, "Damn, it, you just buried me! You buried me . . . that's my whole case", and with that one word Jenna lost me my case.

"It's okay, Tru, we'll get them next time", Jeremy tried to lift my spirit up. But the sight of Dean's cocky smile just made my blood boil. How could I hate someone so quickly.

"Tru, nice try, maybe next time kiddo", Dean said giving a nudge on my shoulder. "Yeah, sure next time", I mumbled.

"See you when you start your shift", he replied coyly. "Oh, did I mention I'm the new bartender".

Ugh, cockiness, you my good sir, have made an enemy.


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"What the hell are you doing here? Get out of here, you're gonna blow my cover", I scold him as I duck in further into the bushes. Why do I always get Jeremy into these types of situations, well, at least it's not Elena, or Stefan would kill me.

"This seems extraordinarily dangerous", Jeremy pleaded as he stood on the side of the vacant road next to the woods.

"Jer, that is the point of being here", I told him, "This is the area of the highest concentration of 'animal attacks'.

"Yeah, well, maybe I'm starting to change my mind, I feel like a sitting duck over here", he shivered slightly.

"Well, if you recall, you volunteered for this", maybe he didn't.

"You forced me", he groaned out, rubbing the palm of his hands for heat.

"Well, you fit the profile", I managed to say without breaking a smile. "Again, no I don't", he gave me an exasperated sigh.

"Yes, you do your gorgeous, now look sexy for this guy, otherwise he's never gonna come", I told him as he tried to cover himself up.

"I don't understand why I have to be in a mesh tank", he whined.

I ignored him, "Get back out there, tiger, you can do it, I believe in you", I gave him a thumbs up.

I watched closely as I saw man In a purple suit walk by, "Damn, boy, who you with?", he asked turning to Jeremy.

Damn, I think he's a pimp.


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