This is probably my worst part ever..

I had writers block and felt really really guilty about not posting anything.

so I tried to something and this is the result.

someone told me the story was moving a little slow, so I tried to pick up speed a little...

though I don't feel really well about doing that. so people it's up to you...

slow it down again or keep this speed?

don't say I didn't warn you afterwards

POV Damon

Problem in Mystic Falls is that not only does the town look like time stopped here, sometimes it even felt that way. Days went by in what felt like years. What is it with this town? I hadn't heard from Sam in days. Not even on her birthday. It was like she had disappeared. But I did my best not to worry too much about it. But it couldn't be helped.

Stefan and that Elena girl their relation moved up to a more kissable level but it bothered me. I wanted the attention too. So I got myself a cheerleader. Blondes are really easy this time a year, or is it my charm. Yes I believe my charm is sometimes stronger than compulsion.

Ow reminds me of when I made myself known to Stefan. His face… I'm sure there must be one huge smirk on my face by now. Ow well so be it. And when Elena came to our house. Bet she thinks Stefan had lost his mind. Stefan and his sibling problems. If only she knew I was the having problems not him.

Well I can use the 'I was changed against my will and the love of my existence was stolen from me' excuse. He was masochistic. I thought Katherine's love was just a compulsion? And here he is together with her twin. Okay so she has a better personality. But I like my girls feisty.

Makes me doubt my decision to compel the blonde. The moment she had woken up and run for the door, had been pure entertainment. So here we were at one of the most glorious gatherings of the year in Mystic Falls. Founder's party. Gathering in Lockwood estate.

I think Stefan will get a cramp in his neck from always turning around making sure I wasn't making a wrong move. What? Like his trick with the Bourbon wasn't enough for one day. So okay, maybe I had counted him out with my little remark about the party and how I was in Katherine's room waiting. But why would I let a chance like that slide?

Where was I again before I went down memory lane? Ow yes the Founder's irony of the Lockwoods standing in their door only repeating one thing. "Come in". Invite much? If only they knew. Descendants of the founding families invite vampires into their house without giving it a second thought. But back then and maybe even now they still believe we are bound to the night.

Suits and dresses. It reminds me of the first time we were here, so many years ago. With our father always being in the same room as me. Really the man didn't trust me. Maybe because I never turned out to be the man he always hoped. Looking at your own father and only seeing disappointment in his eyes and no love. Try living with that.

Caroline was babbling again. Did the girl catch on to the concept of keeping her mind shut? How do her friends live with this? Ow let's have a look at the original guest registry. The girl is seriously too curious for her own good. The party flows on. Boring as they always are. Till of course my evening is ruined my little miss Elena pointing me on me leaving marks on Caroline. If I could only bite her right this moment or compel her to forget. Caroline will pay…

Well so far for my revenge act. It got me here, in a beautiful cell with view on a very smug Stefan and Zach. They really think they can beat me this way? They won't know what's coming for them. But I needed to get out of this place. I tried to get Caroline to come but that failed. I think Stefan got to her just in time.

I had one chance left. I could call Sam in my mind. But would she respond? I hadn't heard from her in days, weeks now I think about it. God knows how far she is at the moment. What if I can't reach her? Well one way to figure out.

"Sam…"

She was leaning against a tree, looking exhausted. It's was like she was older than ever before.

"Sam…"

She looked up. Her eyes were broken. As if her heart had gotten the biggest blow of a life time.

"Damon?"

"Help me Sam, I'm locked up…"

She kept staring at me as if I wasn't making any sense. She just nodded and took her keys out of her pocket. She limped to the car. What happened to her? That was one of the conversations we're bound to have, once I'm out of here…

Another day passed before I heard someone breaking into the house. The heartbeat alone would make me cross a town. She stumbled down the stairs.

"Damon?"

She looked through the bars and looked at me with compassion. She starts pulling on the lock but because the age of the lock it doesn't budge.

"Damon, I can't…"

She pushes her arm through the bars.

"Drink Damon, it'll make you stronger and…"

I shake my head, drinking blood with vervain is only going to make it worse.

"I stopped drinking the vervain when I was away…" she whispers.

What has happened to her? She stopped all the precautions we securely built for her over the years. She's limping. She looks like she hasn't taken a shower in weeks and quite honestly she smells that way too. And her eyes… It's like she looked death himself straight in the eyes and told him to kill someone else cause it was not her day to go just yet.

What is going on here?

I warned you didn't I...

so please don't kill me...

I'm going to do my best to get a better part next time but it might take some time...

please don't hate me...

review and tell...