"She is the only evidence of God I have seen with the exception of the mysterious force that removes one sock from the dryer every time I do my laundry."

~St. Elmo's Fire

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She wasn't exactly sure how she found herself in the particular position. Sitting upright in Damon's bed fully clothes debating the morality of Batman. Damon was convinced that Batman was a hero, which she just thought was odd as it was. He didn't seem like the type, she hadn't pegged him as someone who believed in heroes. Marcella doesn't share that sentiment, she could sum up her reasoning for such thoughts in two words. Jason Todd.

Which brought them to their current debate over the morality of Bruce Wayne. "Morally grey, Damon, morally grey. Or charcoal. Look sure Batman is cool, his story line is entertaining but he's not a good character. Good people don't let mass murderers live. Good people don't let children fight their battles." She tells him, impatiences on her tongue, throwing herself back into his bed to stare up at the ceiling. Contemplating how she'd even gotten to this point in the first place.

His brow raises a her then. "You didn't blow my secret. I'm what a normal person would consider a mass murderer." Damon points out, she rolls her eyes at him.

"I'm not a good person." Marcella tells him plainly because she thought they'd already come to this conclusion a couple days ago. He flops down onto the bed next to her.

"I'm beginning to see that. Especially if you think Batman is a villain." Marcella just huffed at his tone pushing herself up before shoving him playfully. They were becoming fast friends much to his chagrin. Damon would even say albeit reluctantly that he like her presence.

"I didn't say he was a villain, you ass. All I said was that he wasn't a good guy. There is a difference." She stands padding around the bed on bare feet. Damon watches her move about with little interest. He couldn't even remember why she'd come over this morning now.

"But you don't think he's a good person, which I have the feeling in your eyes almost equates to the same thing princess." He points out sitting up watching as she rummages through his room. She throws him an exasperated look over her shoulder and huffs. Although she doesn't deny the notion.

"You know what, let's just not talk about this anymore. I need coffee." She headed out of his room then pulling one of his sweaters over her head. Apparently she got cold easily. The sweater drawer her in size and was more or less a dress on the teens small frame.

Zach was out of town for the weekend, and Stefan wasn't currently at home so he didn't think it impervious to follow her. This wasn't the first time Marcella has come over in the last few weeks. The first time had been the night he killed the football coach. Which he'd expected her to be upset about, instead she crawled into the bed next to him and told him about how much of a bastard the guy had been. To herself especially. Damon wished he would have made him suffer even more.

He could hear her humming a tune to some song he'd never heard from his spot on the bed, the sound of running water in the background. Apparently she was making a whole pot. Her phone rang from inside her purse which she'd dropped in the chair closest to the door upon her sudden entrance this morning. Damon groaned, he was going to have to silence that damn thing, he let it ring for another few seconds anyway.

Ultimately he decides he'd much rather not get up and he calls her name. He hears her set two mugs down on the counter and bound quickly up the stairs. Marcella turned the corner of the doorway just then, she looked at him his irritated expression, looked down at her purse, and then back at him before shaking her head.

"You could have answered." She tells him picking up the phone and clicking the talk button before heading back out of the room. "Hi Care! No I'm at Damon's, how's school?" He listens to the one sides conversation as she heads down the hall, her feet making rhythmic steps as she practically hops down the stairs. It was like listening to a child walk about, it made him question why they were even friends.

Damon decides to go downstairs to when he can hear her still talking to her sister while pouring coffee. He slides out of the bed and strolls over to the door, walks down the hallway slowly still listening to Marcella half pay attention to her sister. Takes the steps one at a time until he's in the main hallway and too the kitchen.

Marcella smiles at him, she's holding out a cup to him. He takes it from her and instantly brings the ceramic to his lips, noting the faint smell of vanilla in the coffee. Damon raises a brow at her and she holds up a finger, he narrows his eyes. "Care I gotta go, no Damon and I aren't having sex, please. Don't be disgusting. No Care, doesn't matter how attractive you think he is, he's like six years older than us. Goodbye, and good luck at practice." She hangs the phone up and quickly takes a sip from her own mug.

"So, your sister thinks I'm attractive. What's wrong with you?" He questions, Marcella rolls her eyes.

"Besides the fact that your physically like twenty-five and I'm sixteen? And any sort of sexual relationship between us would be considered statutory rape. Nothing, you are a perfect specimen but not my type. Besides we can only be friends destine to forever pine after each other or some BS. Also I could never date a guy who actually thinks Batman is a good person." She tells him matter of fact while hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter. Taking another sip from the cup.

He makes a face at her. When she put it like that, sounded no different than pedophilia. "Back on the Batman thing princess, just get over it. We'll agree to disagree." Marcella rolls her eyes.

Damon takes a seat at one of the barstool and takes another sip of the coffee. "So, if you have no intention of sleeping with me why did you come over this morning?"

"You still haven't accepted my invitation to the Lockwood thing, and it's this coming weekend." Marcella points out lazily.

"You realize that what I want is an invitation into their house." She makes a face at him that basically says and?

"So I can take something that belongs to me." He continues and she just continues to stare blankly at him. Like the fact that she'd be aiding and embedding a vampire didn't matter to her.

"Your something else you know that princess." Marcella smiles at him then and then takes another sip of her coffee. Glad that he's finally come to that conclusion.

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Marcella looked like a freaking disney princess. Damon decided when he picked her up from her house the night of the Founder's Party. Came out the front door practically skipping. Her natural curly hair was down for once, so he could see just how curly it really was. She wore a lavender midi dress, torso was covered in lace, high collar. Pumps that had little roses on the toe. Freaking princess. He couldn't even with her sometimes.

Then she smiled at him like he was the center of the universe. He rolled his eyes. "Hey!"

"Do you have to dress like a twelve year old?" He questions as she throws her arms around his neck. Marcella hums.

"Yes! I have aesthetic to live up to! Anyway, let get this over with. I've got to make a trip to New York in the morning so I need my beauty sleep." Damon pushes her off of him.

"What's in New York?" He questions sharply. Marcella shrugs.

"Dance company I'm apart of. I go a few times a month, I'm due for a visit. It's just a few days I'll be back before you even miss me." He rolls his eyes at her statement. As if he would actually miss her.

"Great, I'm so excited to be relieved of your company." She frowned but it held a sort of mirthful undertone which meant she hadn't believed him in the slightest. Damon was going to have to do something about that.

"Please. I'm like at least the top five best things that have ever happened to you." She tells him confidently as he opens the car door for her. He raised his brow at her incredulously.

"Top five? Why not go ahead and declare yourself the best?" Damon asks her once he takes his seat and she hums in response. Not answering him right away, as if she knows that this a test. Which it was, Damon wanted to see just how she would respond. It would solidify some things for him.

Finally she looks at him, turning in her seat so she's angled towards him. Twirling one of her curls with a finger. "Damon you've been alive a long time, I could never be arrogant enough to presume such a position. I am only a small insignificant part."

And just when he thought he had what type of person she was placed and decided. There she went throwing all those carefully constructed ideas on their ass. Damon knew only one thing was for absolute certainty then, he would do whatever it took to keep this tiny human safe. Because she was more than some insignificant part, she was different, she'd befriended him and Damon wasn't a saint. He wasn't a good person in the slightest. He knew how she felt about good people.

But most of all, he'd decided already that she was his. And no one dared get in the way of him and what belonged to him. Marcella would be his undoing and for once he didn't even care. She'd done something to him, something no one had done in a long time, something he thought wasn't even possible at this point.

She had made him feel human.

XOXOX

Thanks so much for reading and letting me know what you thought of the last chapter!! I promise that this isn't going to be a DamonxOc fic. They're just going to have a really tight friendship. Big brother little sister type of thing. Anyway please keep letting me know what you think!

Sincerely, La'Rae