Why did Danny call Leslie princess? Why did he and Sedrick kneel before her and her father? I was really going to let everyone know the truth about who they were when Damon and Stefan found out. But I thought I should be kind and let everyone know now. Anyway, I hope you enjoy Chapter 8. :)

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Chapter 8

(Leslie's POV)

Ugh! Why the hell did they have to be so freaking formal? I mean sure my dad was the ruler of his home planet and well.. nearly everything in space, but seriously? I was his daughter, but it wasn't like I would slap them or get mad at them for calling me by my own name. Since the first day Elena and I arrived at my dad's palace that's the way we were always addressed. It was either princess, my lady, or you're highness. I always told them to call me by my name, but they refused. When I finally turned thirteen, Danny told me that it was a law that my father had created right before our birth. Any one that broke that law would be instantly executed. I had laughed at him thinking it was some sort of joke, but when I saw the look on his face, I saw he was serious. To this day, that law was still in effect and it was still annoying. My dad merely looked coldly at them and said

"Daniel, take care of him."

They both rose to their feet and Danny replied.

"What would you like for me to do sir?"

"Erase his memory, heal him, and tell him that Leslie will only have lunch detention for one week."

I stared at him in shock and instantly said.

"No way in hell! I'm not going to serve lunch detention, screw that!"

"Oh yes, you are. It's about time for you to finally learn the consequences of your actions."

"The hell I am! It wasn't even my fault, she swung at me! I'm not serving them, and that's final!"

He glared at me furiously.

"You don't have a say in this matter young lady! You will serve your detentions and not say a word! Do you understand me?"

I slight smile spread across my face and I replied.

"Ha, I don't know you tell me, did I?"

He turned away from me and then said with a smile on his face.

"Leslie, tell me something."

"Something."

He ignored that and said.

"Do you like having your powers?"

"No duhh, of course I do."

"Very well then, so here's the deal. You come to school, serve your detentions for a week, and the bracelet is destroyed. You keep your mouth going, don't come to detention, and it stays.. permanently. So what do you say? You have two choices, pick or I'll pick for you."

I stared at him with my mouth hanging open. He wouldn't do that to me, would he? I instantly knew the answer, yes..., yes he would. My dad was a man of his word. When he said he would do something he would do it and not think twice about it. I gulped and said.

"I'll go to detention."

He was about to pat my head, but I moved away from him. He merely smirked at me and said.

"Good girl."

I smirked right back at him and said.

"Ha, I don't think so. I said I would serve my detentions, but that doesn't mean I won't have fun with whoever is in there."

He laughed at that and said.

"I never said you couldn't. Just keep in mind that you have to serve for one whole week. So, don't get in too much trouble that can actually get you expelled. If that happens, option number two will happen as well."

I froze and he merely kept laughing.

"Any way, we should head home."

"What! Why? I still have like three hours of school left. Can't I go back to class?"

"No, you're coming home and staying in your room until tomorrow morning."

"What!"

"You heard me, now start walking and wait for me in the car."

He threw me his car keys and I easily caught them in the air. Then I laughed at him and said.

"Do you want me to walk or to march? Cuz I march pretty well."

He glared at me, opened the door, and signaled for me to step out. He then turned to Danny and Sedrick and said coldly.

"Fix this mess and meet me at the house in ten minutes, understand?"

They both stared at him and instantly replied.

"Yes, sir."

I ignored them and walked out of the office, while my dad stayed behind to say something else. As I was walking through school towards the parking lot, I instantly sensed eyes on me. I turned and saw some students in the cafeteria staring at me curiously. I smirked in their direction and they instantly turned away. When I turned back around I bumped right into something, or rather someone. I looked up and saw Damon staring at me with a huge smile spread across his face. I groaned and said.

"Are you stalking me?"

He wiggled his eyebrows seductively and said with a smirk.

"I don't know, am I?"

I glared at him and said.

"Shut up."

He stared at me and said sarcastically.

"Yes ma'am!"

"Ugh! You're so annoying!"

"I take that as a compliment."

I glared at him, and fought the urge to swing at his face. He saw my look and he seemed amused. I took a deep breath and said.

"What do you want, Damon?"

He still had that amused look on his face and replied.

"You didn't answer my question last night?"

"What question?"

He rolled his eyes and said.

"You may be a good fighter, but your memory sucks."

I blinked and said.

"Wait, you saw that?"

"Of course I did, I was standing right behind Stefan and Elena. I got to say that I was impressed."

I fought back the urge to blush. Why did his compliment make me feel proud of myself? A lot people thought I was a good fighter, some even said that I was the best that they had ever seen. I tried to hide how proud I felt and replied in an uninterested tone.

"Huh, I guess I didn't notice you. I was to preoccupied kicking someone's ass to really pay attention."

I smiled at him when I said this. He merely smiled back and said.

"So, are you going to answer my question?"

I smiled secretly, I wanted to see what it took to annoy him. So, I gave him a confused look and said.

"What question?"

He glared at me and said.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Nope, not a clue. I guess you're right my memory does suck."

He growled, leaned in closely so that our noses were nearly touching, and said.

"Are you playing with me?"

I merely smiled and said.

"I don't know, what do you think?"

He gave me a cold glare, pulled slowly away, and finally said.

"Why are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you... right now, but keep your mouth going and that can easily change."

He folded his arms across his muscular chest and stared at me with a look of... respect? Man I hated to admit it, but he did look hot when he did that. He finally spoke and said

"Explain, what do you mean by, right now?"

"Ha, in case you haven't noticed I'm actually in a pretty good mood right now. I kicked the toughest girl in school's ass, and everyone is afraid of me. Not only that, but I pissed off Kool-Aid man and the principal again twice in a row. I also had a little fun talk with my dad, so I'm not mad at you, as of right now."

He stared at me curiously and then replied.

"Why did you get mad when we were at the grill?"

I sighed, I really didn't want to have this conversation with him. So I decided to make a joke out of it, I gave him one of my best smirks and said.

"One, I am not a little girl, I am five-five, I hate little dollies, and I loathe the color pink. Two, I am not feisty, I'm just straight up. Three, you're a conceited jerk that knows he's hot and thinks that he can do and say whatever he wants and get away with it. I know how you are, I've met guys like you before. So, please excuse me for not falling at your feet like you expected, Mister Salvatore."

He stared at me with a look of shock on his face and then smirked.

"I bet I could make you fall, if I felt like it."

I grinned and said.

"Ha, go ahead, I'd love to see you try."

Then I heard my father behind me say.

"Leslie, didn't I tell you to wait for me in the car?"

I turned to face him and said sarcastically.

"I don't know, did you? Well I guess there's more proof that my memory does suck."

When my father approached he stared at Damon. A smile spread across his face instantly and he said.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the infamous Damon Salvatore. How have you been? How's Stefan? You still causing trouble for him?"

Damon stared at him with his mouth literally hanging open. Then he turned a murderous glare at me and snarled.

"Not a snitch, huh?"

I glared at him and said.

"I'm not, you moron. I have no clue how the hell he knows you."

My dad seemed deeply amused by our exchange and he said.

"Oh don't blame her, she may be a little violent sometimes, but never a snitch. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about."

Damon turned his murderous glare at my dad and hissed.

"Oh really? Then how the hell do you know who I am?"

My father merely smiled and said.

"I have my ways, you've also made yourself quite a reputation over the past one hundred years."

Damon just glared at him and said.

"How do you know who I am? Answer me because I don't like repeating myself."

My dad only smirked and said.

"Then don't. Come on Leslie, time to go home."

I turned to see Damon with an unreadable look on his face. He was either extremely annoyed or down right pissed. I was going with pissed beyond belief. I had a feeling that Damon always got what he wanted and for him to finally hit a wall with my dad, seemed to have really angered him.

I laughed lightly and got inside my dad's black Bugatti Veyron and then we drove off. We both loved the dark and the color black. The reason..., the darkness made us stronger. It strengthened our senses and made our powers much more stronger and deadly. The darker you were the stronger you were, at least that was my motto. Elena, being Elena, thought that dark didn't go with her. She would always buy the cute pinks, reds, yellows, and light blues. I felt a *shiver* run down my spine at the thought of me wearing one of Elena's cute girly dresses.

The darkness wasn't the only thing that made us stronger though. Nearly everyone knew that there were four elements of nature, earth, air, fire, and water. Our father could control all four of these elements. He could levitate anything or anyone he pleased, just like us. He was also able to do something that he called shadow travel. It was when you would sort of like thought of a place, melt into the shadows, and then suddenly you were there. Kinda creepy if you ask me. He was also a great fighter. Some of the moves that I could do, I had learned by watching him train. No one in their right mind was stupid enough to question him unless they were looking for a death sentence.

Elena could only control two of the elements, she controlled the fire and air elements. While I could only control one, the earth element. For some reason I could also control electrical currents. I could generate electricity from within me and then my entire body would be visibly crackling with electricity around it. Not only that, but if someone touched me they would instantly be on the floor withering in excruciating pain from the painful shock. I could also send shock waves of pure pain into their brains and make their brain cells explode. They would only explode if that's what I felt like doing. If I was having a good day and the person hadn't done anything that bad. Then I would just torture them until they begged for death. I had grown to be exceptionally good with my peculiar gift because it was my most useful and painful power. I had learned how to send a person a powerful shock wave without them having to touch me. Although, there was one element that Elena and I both shared. That element was water, we could both control water with absolute ease. Water was the best way to regain our strength when we were tired or injured. We could either drink it or simply bathe in it and we would instantly feel better.

The other way to remain strong was to train. Train hard and never back down, no matter what came at you. All you had to do was keep moving and never stop. The way we trained was by fighting. We could train by simply fighting with our hands, or we could use certain weapons. My specialty weapons were electric spears and guns, while Elena was good with swords and blades. Their way of training wasn't normal in any way. We would have to jog five miles very early every morning, get only one drink of water and then go train with our instructors. They would teach us how to dodge punches, how to throw punches, how to side step, and how to never back down if you did get hit. I had learned how to throw a punch at age four, my Uncle Elijah had taught behind my mother's back. She didn't approve of violence at all, so we had to be sneaky. The funny part about that, was that exactly one week later I got into fight in pre-school with a girl who had hurt Elena. Those lessons sure payed off!

Those three things strengthened our powers, but didn't make us stronger physically. Physically, Elena and I had the strength of normal human being. We were basically normal human girls that simply had control over the four elements. We weren't fast, we didn't fly, and we certainly didn't shadow travel. All of these things were things my father and everyone of his kind had or could do. What were they? We had learned that the accurate term to describe them was, nocturnals.