Part 10
Damon's mind drifted back to the strange girl that had looked at him then run. He didn't ever remember that happening before. Most girls who looked at him for the first time melted. They only wanted to run when they found out the truth, but for them, it was too late. His lip curled a little at the thought.
But this girl bugged him. Did she know him some how? Had he known her? It seemed the best thing to do would be to track her down and drag some answers from her.
Using his Powers, he searched, trying to locate her, see if he could sense her mind. The strongest senses of her were coming from the cemetery. Frowning, he wandered down the rows of gravestones, following her scent.
Until something else caught his attention. A whiff of something unpleasant. His toe bumped against something and he looked down, eyebrow raised, a slight smile as he looked down at the body.
What was even more surprising, was the two small teeth marks in the neck, slowly fading now. Well, well. There was another vampire in town. He could feel the strange girl's presence very clearly here. She didn't seem vampire material.
A footstep sounded behind him, loud as a gun shot. He whirled, not sure what he expected to find, and got a surprise.
He found himself facing a tall girl, dressed in tight black leather clothing, golden hair shimmering to her waist, eyes the colour of a summer sky. Her facial features were very similar to the girl who'd run away from him. "Seraphina."
Seraphina's dark lips curled in an amused smile. "Damon."
He eyed her. Not sure what she was up to. Seraphina was a girl he'd changed over three hundred years ago. She had been very pretty, smart, savvy, seductive. The exact opposite of Katherine, who had been too innocent to really understand how the world worked. She may look similar, (or she had back then), but Seraphina's personality was very different.
The twist had come, when after her change, she had been the one who had run out on *him*. He'd forgotten her eventually. "Why are you here?" he asked finally.
"I missed you too," she said sourly, a brilliant smile on her face. "I could ask you the same thing."
He shrugged, deciding why not try the truth for once. There was a first time for everything. But it seemed pointless lying to her. Her mind reading ability was almost scary. "I came to see an old friend," he answered. "How bout I get your answer?"
Seraphina's eyebrows raised and arms folded over her large curved chest. It was hard for him to actually look elsewhere, but he forced himself to look at her eyes. "I was just passing through," she answered. Then she smiled again. "And a particularly nice boy caught my eye, so I thought maybe I'd stay a while."
Damon's own eyebrow raised, and he smiled back at her. "Really," he said.
Seraphina's laugh echoed through the night like music. "Not you," she said. She pointed to the path that led through the gravestones to a boy in jeans and a letterman jacket. He frowned, recognising the boy as Bonnie's little brother.
A sudden blur rushed past them both then, ignoring all of them. Damon stepped back, confused, watching the girl.
"Raquelle, wait!" Bonnie's brother called.
The girl stopped then, panting, seeming afraid. She looked as though she didn't know where she was. "I can't talk," she said in a frightened, high-pitched voice. And ran again. She moved like lightning. The boy ran after her.
Seraphina looked surprised. "What's she doing here?" she asked.
Damon blinked. "You know her?"
"That's Raquelle, my baby sister." Seraphina glanced at him, her eyebrow raised. "You changed her too, but then you got some sense knocked into you when you saw me." She smiled at him, and walked off into the darkness, disappearing into the night.
Damon leaned against the nearest gravestone, arms folded, a frown marring his features. Memories were surging up around him. He vaguely recalled a girl called Raquelle, shortly after the incident with Katherine. The girl had looked very, very similar. She had been the same, sweet, innocent. But the plus side with this girl was, she wanted him, and only him. He remembered her letting him drink her blood, the thrill it had given them both.
And then Seraphina had come along. And he'd fallen for her. By that time, he'd already changed Raquelle. He had a sketchy memory of seeing them fighting over him. He had been amused. But he hadn't known they were sisters.
A feeling of horror washed over him, something he'd never actually felt before. He realised then, he felt bad about what he'd done, and that was really saying something, because Damon never felt bad about anything he did.
But this time he felt bad because what he'd done had been done to him. My God, he thought. I'm Katherine!
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Part 11
Jason frowned, watching Raquelle race past him, seeming unsure as to what was happening. He called her name, and she ran right past. He watched her, fascinated. He'd had no idea she could move that fast.
He ran after her, calling her name again. By the time they got to what used to be Wickery Bridge. Raquelle looked around, as if wondering how she could get across the river.
"Raquelle!" he panted. "Wait!"
Raquelle finally turned to him, her eyes were wild with fear and panic...and something else he didn't quite understand. Guilt? "What?"
"What's going on?" he asked. "What's wrong? What did that guy do to you?" It was pretty obvious that Bonnie's "friend" had done something to Raquelle. If the bastard had hurt her in anyway, Jason silently vowed to make sure the guy would never see another dawn.
Raquelle shook her head. "I..I don't know what you mean," she stammered, blatantly lying.
"You looked at Bonnie's friend and just took off. Did he hurt you or something?"
Raquelle looked away and shook her head again. "Not in the way you're thinking," she said in a soft voice. "It was a very long time ago." She seemed to have calmed down a bit now, and looked as if she were attempting to get a grip on herself. Her eyes were moving around the surrounding area. All that was there were fields, the river, the remains of the bridge.
"What's going *on* Raquelle?" he asked again. "Talk to me. You can trust me."
"Won't Daphne be mad?" Raquelle said vaguely.
Jason frowned, thinking of Daphne's "news." Was Raquelle *really* a vampire? It sounded so impossible. Besides, vampires weren't real. He'd heard all the stories about Bonnie and her friends, but personally, he hadn't believed them. He never talked about it to Bonnie, though. He tried to avoid the subject as much as possible.
"Daphne and I aren't together anymore," he said finally. "She's so...superficial. I don't care what she thinks."
Raquelle shook her head. "I can't talk to you. You won't understand." She looked at him then, her expression sad. "Please leave me alone." And she was gone before he could say anything else, almost as if she had disappeared. One minute she was there beside him, the next she was gone.
Jason shook his head in confusement, and sighed heavily. He turned around to go back home. He headed back the way he'd come, through the old cemetery. He shuddered. The old cemetery gave him the creeps. He was getting a very strange feeling as he passed through, almost as if someone was watching him. He tried to shake off the feeling, telling himself it was only his imagination.
He quickened his pace. The sooner he got out of here, the better. He heard a noise on the path and whirled round, to find himself facing a pretty girl, dressed in dark clothing, golden hair rippling down her back. He blinked. "Raquelle?" She'd run and changed? That was weird.
The girl laughed. The sound was cold, and sent chills rippling down Jason's spine. "Sorry, wrong one. I'm Seraphina. I'm new in town."
Jason felt a little embarrassed, but really wasn't in the mood for polite small talk. He had more important things on his mind. "Really? Are you starting school?"
Seraphina smiled. Something about her was very disturbing. She had an aura of darkness about her. It was similar to the feeling he got about Raquelle. But Raquelle didn't give him the creeps. This girl did. He didn't like the way she'd followed him in the darkness. "Yes," she said. "I am. I hear you're one of *the* best people to know."
He smiled weakly at the compliment. "It's late and I gotta get home. Maybe I'll see you around," he said quickly.
"Count on it," she said softly. And was gone. Jason stood alone, completely baffled. What the hell was going on? Three weeks ago the biggest concern in his life had been doing well in his classes, to get into a good college, football, and dating Daphne. Now two new girls had shown up, and everything was falling apart.
He almost ran the rest of the way home, putting on both door locks, unsure what he wanted to keep out.
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Damon's mind drifted back to the strange girl that had looked at him then run. He didn't ever remember that happening before. Most girls who looked at him for the first time melted. They only wanted to run when they found out the truth, but for them, it was too late. His lip curled a little at the thought.
But this girl bugged him. Did she know him some how? Had he known her? It seemed the best thing to do would be to track her down and drag some answers from her.
Using his Powers, he searched, trying to locate her, see if he could sense her mind. The strongest senses of her were coming from the cemetery. Frowning, he wandered down the rows of gravestones, following her scent.
Until something else caught his attention. A whiff of something unpleasant. His toe bumped against something and he looked down, eyebrow raised, a slight smile as he looked down at the body.
What was even more surprising, was the two small teeth marks in the neck, slowly fading now. Well, well. There was another vampire in town. He could feel the strange girl's presence very clearly here. She didn't seem vampire material.
A footstep sounded behind him, loud as a gun shot. He whirled, not sure what he expected to find, and got a surprise.
He found himself facing a tall girl, dressed in tight black leather clothing, golden hair shimmering to her waist, eyes the colour of a summer sky. Her facial features were very similar to the girl who'd run away from him. "Seraphina."
Seraphina's dark lips curled in an amused smile. "Damon."
He eyed her. Not sure what she was up to. Seraphina was a girl he'd changed over three hundred years ago. She had been very pretty, smart, savvy, seductive. The exact opposite of Katherine, who had been too innocent to really understand how the world worked. She may look similar, (or she had back then), but Seraphina's personality was very different.
The twist had come, when after her change, she had been the one who had run out on *him*. He'd forgotten her eventually. "Why are you here?" he asked finally.
"I missed you too," she said sourly, a brilliant smile on her face. "I could ask you the same thing."
He shrugged, deciding why not try the truth for once. There was a first time for everything. But it seemed pointless lying to her. Her mind reading ability was almost scary. "I came to see an old friend," he answered. "How bout I get your answer?"
Seraphina's eyebrows raised and arms folded over her large curved chest. It was hard for him to actually look elsewhere, but he forced himself to look at her eyes. "I was just passing through," she answered. Then she smiled again. "And a particularly nice boy caught my eye, so I thought maybe I'd stay a while."
Damon's own eyebrow raised, and he smiled back at her. "Really," he said.
Seraphina's laugh echoed through the night like music. "Not you," she said. She pointed to the path that led through the gravestones to a boy in jeans and a letterman jacket. He frowned, recognising the boy as Bonnie's little brother.
A sudden blur rushed past them both then, ignoring all of them. Damon stepped back, confused, watching the girl.
"Raquelle, wait!" Bonnie's brother called.
The girl stopped then, panting, seeming afraid. She looked as though she didn't know where she was. "I can't talk," she said in a frightened, high-pitched voice. And ran again. She moved like lightning. The boy ran after her.
Seraphina looked surprised. "What's she doing here?" she asked.
Damon blinked. "You know her?"
"That's Raquelle, my baby sister." Seraphina glanced at him, her eyebrow raised. "You changed her too, but then you got some sense knocked into you when you saw me." She smiled at him, and walked off into the darkness, disappearing into the night.
Damon leaned against the nearest gravestone, arms folded, a frown marring his features. Memories were surging up around him. He vaguely recalled a girl called Raquelle, shortly after the incident with Katherine. The girl had looked very, very similar. She had been the same, sweet, innocent. But the plus side with this girl was, she wanted him, and only him. He remembered her letting him drink her blood, the thrill it had given them both.
And then Seraphina had come along. And he'd fallen for her. By that time, he'd already changed Raquelle. He had a sketchy memory of seeing them fighting over him. He had been amused. But he hadn't known they were sisters.
A feeling of horror washed over him, something he'd never actually felt before. He realised then, he felt bad about what he'd done, and that was really saying something, because Damon never felt bad about anything he did.
But this time he felt bad because what he'd done had been done to him. My God, he thought. I'm Katherine!
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Part 11
Jason frowned, watching Raquelle race past him, seeming unsure as to what was happening. He called her name, and she ran right past. He watched her, fascinated. He'd had no idea she could move that fast.
He ran after her, calling her name again. By the time they got to what used to be Wickery Bridge. Raquelle looked around, as if wondering how she could get across the river.
"Raquelle!" he panted. "Wait!"
Raquelle finally turned to him, her eyes were wild with fear and panic...and something else he didn't quite understand. Guilt? "What?"
"What's going on?" he asked. "What's wrong? What did that guy do to you?" It was pretty obvious that Bonnie's "friend" had done something to Raquelle. If the bastard had hurt her in anyway, Jason silently vowed to make sure the guy would never see another dawn.
Raquelle shook her head. "I..I don't know what you mean," she stammered, blatantly lying.
"You looked at Bonnie's friend and just took off. Did he hurt you or something?"
Raquelle looked away and shook her head again. "Not in the way you're thinking," she said in a soft voice. "It was a very long time ago." She seemed to have calmed down a bit now, and looked as if she were attempting to get a grip on herself. Her eyes were moving around the surrounding area. All that was there were fields, the river, the remains of the bridge.
"What's going *on* Raquelle?" he asked again. "Talk to me. You can trust me."
"Won't Daphne be mad?" Raquelle said vaguely.
Jason frowned, thinking of Daphne's "news." Was Raquelle *really* a vampire? It sounded so impossible. Besides, vampires weren't real. He'd heard all the stories about Bonnie and her friends, but personally, he hadn't believed them. He never talked about it to Bonnie, though. He tried to avoid the subject as much as possible.
"Daphne and I aren't together anymore," he said finally. "She's so...superficial. I don't care what she thinks."
Raquelle shook her head. "I can't talk to you. You won't understand." She looked at him then, her expression sad. "Please leave me alone." And she was gone before he could say anything else, almost as if she had disappeared. One minute she was there beside him, the next she was gone.
Jason shook his head in confusement, and sighed heavily. He turned around to go back home. He headed back the way he'd come, through the old cemetery. He shuddered. The old cemetery gave him the creeps. He was getting a very strange feeling as he passed through, almost as if someone was watching him. He tried to shake off the feeling, telling himself it was only his imagination.
He quickened his pace. The sooner he got out of here, the better. He heard a noise on the path and whirled round, to find himself facing a pretty girl, dressed in dark clothing, golden hair rippling down her back. He blinked. "Raquelle?" She'd run and changed? That was weird.
The girl laughed. The sound was cold, and sent chills rippling down Jason's spine. "Sorry, wrong one. I'm Seraphina. I'm new in town."
Jason felt a little embarrassed, but really wasn't in the mood for polite small talk. He had more important things on his mind. "Really? Are you starting school?"
Seraphina smiled. Something about her was very disturbing. She had an aura of darkness about her. It was similar to the feeling he got about Raquelle. But Raquelle didn't give him the creeps. This girl did. He didn't like the way she'd followed him in the darkness. "Yes," she said. "I am. I hear you're one of *the* best people to know."
He smiled weakly at the compliment. "It's late and I gotta get home. Maybe I'll see you around," he said quickly.
"Count on it," she said softly. And was gone. Jason stood alone, completely baffled. What the hell was going on? Three weeks ago the biggest concern in his life had been doing well in his classes, to get into a good college, football, and dating Daphne. Now two new girls had shown up, and everything was falling apart.
He almost ran the rest of the way home, putting on both door locks, unsure what he wanted to keep out.
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