SO, sorry for not updating earlier. I will try my best to update as soon as I can. Anyway, here's a continuation to Chapter 13. What will happen between Leslie and Damon, now that they're friends? Lets find out. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries or its characters. Wish I did though.

Chapter 14

(Damon's POV)

Leslie was deep in thought with my blood stained shirt in her hands. She looked like she was trying to figure out a difficult math problem. What was she thinking? Did she regret having me here with her? Did she want me to leave? Those questions brought me to another more pressing question. Why wasn't she afraid of me? She seemed so calm, so collected, that it wasn't normal. Instead of running away from me or hating me for killing someone, she had invited me to her house. She wasn't afraid of me and she didn't judge me either. She had decided to give me a chance and become my friend. She believed she had misjudged me and therefore decided to give our friendship a try. She had even agreed with me when I said expressing your emotions made you weak. She was pretty damn smart when it came to reality. Even after I had threatened to hurt her, she still gave me a chance. The feeling of her soft warm skin pressed to mine was amazing. She was so soft, but by no means was she fragile. I noticed how her body began shaking with rage when Stefan mentioned Katherine. She seemed to really hate her even though she didn't even know her. My guess was that Stefan had probably told her the story about us and Katherine. When I threatened her, Stefan had caught me in my lie. He had noticed my growing interest in her and knew very well, I wouldn't hurt her. She hadn't even mentioned what happened yet. I was sure it would come up soon enough though. I was proven right when she turned to me and said with a glare.

"Hey, 'friend'. You pull another stupid stunt like that again and something very precious of yours will be severely damaged."

I smirked and said acting clueless.

"What stunt?"

She just continued to glare at me and said.

"Don't play dumb. Oh wait, you can't play to be something you already are!"

I smirked and said.

"Ouch, I thought we were friends? Why so violent all of a sudden?"

She gave a poor imitation of my voice and mimicked me by saying.

"Why so violent all of a sudden?"

I simply grinned and said.

"Very mature."

"Ha, look who's talking."

I was about to ask her what she meant when she interrupted me and said.

"The only reason I didn't hit you at first is because I understood your point of view. I let your little threat from last night slide, but what you did tonight won't go unpunished. I will get even and you won't even see it coming."

I raised my eyebrows and asked.

"Is that a threat?"

She just smiled and said.

"No, it's a promise."

I smiled and said sarcastically.

"I can't wait."

She smiled in return and said.

"Oh trust me, you wont have to wait long."

She said it with so much assurance that I believed her. I had a feeling that I would have to be more on my guard from now on. Only, until she got her revenge on me. The question was, when would she make her move? She was a very sneaky girl, I had learned that last night. If she didn't want to be heard or felt, she wasn't. She stared at me and laughed. Then she turned and left with my shirt still in her hands. I heard her walk down the stairs and head into a room somewhere near the back of the house. Then I heard her turn on the washer and make her way back to the stairs. Before she came up I heard her say cautiously to her dad.

"Hey, dad."

He merely replied.

"Yes?"

"I just want you to know that Damon will be here for a while. Just until his shirt is clean and..."

She stopped abruptly and then he said.

"And?"

"Nothing."

I heard him laugh and say.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, really."

He snorted and said.

"Why are you lying to me?"

"I'm not."

I knew she was probably glaring at him by now. He just laughed and said.

"I know what happened."

He couldn't know, could he? Maybe he had somebody following Leslie without her knowing. Who the hell was this guy? How the hell did he even know me? The first time I met the prick, I instantly hated him. He got on my damn nerves. When Leslie was sarcastic, it was funny and kinda cute. When he did it, I just wanted to punch him in his damn mouth. That particular day, I heard how he had nearly killed the principal for yelling at Leslie. After she had managed to stop him, two guys arrived and he instantly began to give them orders. Then I heard something very interesting. One of them, by the name of Danny called Leslie princess. She seemed really annoyed by this, but he didn't take it back. The way he said it, sounded as if he were speaking to her as if she were actual royalty. There was no sarcasm, no inside joke, he sounded really sincere. Her dad on the other hand, definitely acted as if he were some sort of king or something. And Leslie calls me conceited, maybe she should look at the moron in front of her. Then out of no where I heard him call out and yell.

"Please, Salvatore. Do you even know what moron means? Your head is so filled with air that I'm actually surprised you are able to remember your own name."

I just snarled towards the door. I heard him chuckling and then Leslie said.

"What are you talking about?"

He just kept on laughing and then he said.

"It appears as though, our guest is very observant."

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't you go upstairs and ask him?"

I could hear the confusion in her voice when she said.

"What are you talking about? He hasn't said anything."

He just laughed and said.

"You're right he hasn't said anything."

I noticed how he emphasized the word 'said'. That's when it clicked, that S.O.B read my mind! WTF! He just kept laughing and then said.

"Well, look who was finally able to figure out what two plus two was?"

I was about to respond, I had had enough of his stupid little remarks. Then suddenly I heard Leslie yell.

"That's it! I'm done with your little games! Tell me what the hell your planing!"

He was planing something? What could it be? Well this should be interesting. He merely replied.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

She seemed really pissed and then she replied angrily.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about."

"Not a clue."

"Oh really? Then why the hell haven't you said anything about Damon being in my room?"

Why would she say that? Did she want me to leave? He just snorted and said calmly.

"If I recall correctly, I said boys were not allowed to be in your room with you alone. Damon is by no means a boy, so the rule does not apply to him."

"You're kidding with me, right?"

He laughed and then said sarcastically.

"Not at all. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to continue with my reading. I was just getting to the good part."

"I already read it, and just because you won't tell me anything. The guy and the girl both die."

"Hey what gives! You didn't have to ruin it for me!"

"Yeah well, I just did. I mean seriously, who hasn't read, Romeo and Juliet? That story is like oooold, really old."

I heard him huff in annoyance and say.

"Well thank you for pointing out the obvious and ruining my nice reading time."

She laughed at him and said.

"Any time. You know I'm always here for you."

I listened carefully and I heard him say sincerely.

"I don't have any plan in mind Leslie. I'm just making sure things go as they should. I'm making sure that what's supposed to happen, happens."

"What does that mean?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

I heard him begin to walk away and she said slowly.

"Does Dam... I mean, the Salvatores have anything to do with whatever you're making sure happens?"

He stopped and said carefully.

"Yes."

What the hell! How were Stefan and I involved with whatever was going on here? And what the hell was supposed to happen with us and his sexy twin daughters? Leslie had some explaining to do as soon as she got her cute little ass up here. I heard her sigh and say.

"Dad, why won't you just tell me what's going on? I know something's up, so why don't you just spill it out? You know that I'll find out eventually."

He chuckled lightly and said.

"Yes, I am aware of that, but the good thing is that when that time comes. It will be too late for you to do something about it."

That seemed to really piss her off because she practically yelled.

"If whatever this little game, plan, or whatever of yours hurts Elena..."

"No, Leslie this will by no means hurt you or your sister. On the contrary, both of you will be very happy."

She seemed frustrated and yelled.

"If that's true then why won't you tell me anything!"

He sighed and said.

"Because I know you, and I know that as soon as I tell you the truth you will try to change it. I'm just letting you know that, I won't allow that to happen. I won't let you destroy your own future and happiness. You may hate me now, but one day you'll thank me."

I heard her stay quiet and then reply sourly.

"Like hell I will."

With that, she began to make her way back upstairs and towards her room. She walked in and the only word to describe her was.. pissed. I wanted to ask her what the hell all of that was about, but I decided to wait until she cooled down. She completely ignored me and went to sit by her window and stare out of it. She seemed to be shaking and her hands were curled into tight fists. Her long and manicured finger nails were digging painfully into her olive toned skin. She either didn't seem to feel it or simply didn't care. It appeared as if any second she would snap and hit something or someone. I decided I wouldn't be that someone and let her be. She closed her eyes briefly and then she turned to me and said sarcastically.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

I pretended to not know anything and I said acting clueless.

"What show?"

She then gave me a cold hard glare and said.

"Don't freaking lie to me Damon. I've had enough with all the pathetic liars in this stupid house."

I smirked and said.

"Well it's a good thing I don't live here then."

She just continued to glare and said.

"Don't push it Damon, you're not my best friend. So, I will have no problem in kicking your ass and throwing you the hell out of my house."

I was about to ask her about who her best friend was. When she suddenly got up and walked towards a dresser by her door. She then pulled out what appeared to be a sketch pad and then went to sit back near the window. She completely went back to ignoring me and I saw how she began to draw in the sketch pad. Then she pulled out her phone and looked at something then went back to drawing. What was she drawing? Only one way to find out.

I moved off the bed and was about walk over to her when she said.

"Don't come near me or I'll take it out on you."

I ignored her completely and went and sat beside her to her right. She looked up from her drawing and glared at me, but didn't do anything. Instead she just pulled the pad closer to her, away from my view of sight and continued to ignore me. Her little ignore Damon attitude was beginning to get on my damn nerves. No body ignored me, on the contrary women fought in order to have a view of my perfection. This little Katherine look alike was definitely something fun and unique. She then looked up and said.

"You got a staring problem or what?"

Yep, definitely fun. I just smirked and said.

"No, do you?"

"Obviously not, since I'm not the one that's looking at someone like they're about to eat them, smart one."

I just laughed and said.

"You can look at me like that whenever you feel like it, gorgeous. I'm used to women trying to eat me with their eyes. Whenever you wish, I'll be glad to let you eat me. All you have to do is tell me when and where."

Then I gave her a wink and smile. She merely laughed and scoffed.

"Ha, don't hold your breath. No, on second thought, go ahead. Hold your breath until I give you the time and place so I can eat you."

"Well somebody seems to be in a foul mood."

She just grinned and said.

"Well, look who finally decided to let blood flow into their conceited little head."

I ignored that and asked.

"So, what are you drawing?"

She seemed to think about it and then she replied.

"It's a little piece of art I like to call Noneya."

I frowned and said.

"Noneya?"

She just smiled and said sarcastically.

"Yes, it's noneya business."

I glared at her and she just laughed at me. Man, this girl was definitely a handful, she was me in every way. Sarcastic attitude, love for fights, no sense of respect for authority. The more time I spent with her, the more I liked her. At first, I had approached her because I thought she was Katherine. It was unbelievable how much they looked a like, exact copies, exact replicas, clones. That's how similar they were to each other. Also, that Leslie was sarcastic and outgoing didn't really help with distinguishing them. I had actually believed that someone had opened the tomb before I could and had set Katherine free. I was taken out of my thoughts when I bright light flashed right in my face. I growled and said.

"What the hell!"

She stared at me and said laughing.

"Quit looking at me like that then."

"Was the near blinding light necessary?"

I said in an annoyed tone, as I rubbed my eyes with my hand. She just laughed an replied.

"Well, obviously yes, since you wouldn't stop looking at me, perv."

I faked to be offended and said.

"Why do you say I'm a perv?"

She just rolled her eyes and said sarcastically.

"Oh, I don't know, probably because every time you talk to me you keep looking at my chest. Also because you have no respect for other people's personal space. You seem to not have learned what keep your hands to yourself meant back in kindergarten."

I just smiled at her and said.

"Nope, I always ditched, so I'm not exactly sure what they taught."

She just shook her head and said smiling.

"Why am I not surprised?"

I just winked and she rolled her eyes. Then she looked down at her notebook and proceeded to keep on drawing. I was really curious about her art work, so I tried again. I leaned closer trying to get a peak, but she pulled it close to her chest and said.

"No sir, you are not allowed to see my art work while it's still in progress. Try to peak again and I won't show it to you at all."

I grinned and said.

"So, does this mean that I'll see it when you're done?"

She seemed to consider it and then she said.

"Yes, but if you don't shut up and let me finish then I'll throw you out of my room and never let you back in. This drawing is important to me and I want it to come out perfect."

It was important to her. What could it be? Based on what I'd seen, the only important thing to her was her sister. She didn't seem to care much for anything or anyone else. I stared at her and said.

"What is it?"

She lifted her finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet. I glared at her, no body told me to shut up, much less told me what to do. She didn't even look up, but I could see that she was secretly smiling. She then put her hand down and continued to draw. After what seemed like an eternity she finally put her pencil down and analyzed her art. She stared at it carefully and then she smiled. She grabbed her phone and looked at it and then back at her drawing. She smiled truly content with her job well done. Clearly she was finished, so I said in a bored tone.

"Can I see it now?"

She continued to stare at her drawing with what appeared to be happiness and joy. Her smile was sincere, with no trace of sarcasm or mockery. She seemed truly overjoyed with whatever she had designed. She then looked up at me and to my surprise kept the smile in place. The feeling I had when I saw her was like no other. My undead heart seemed to do a three-sixty. My insides seemed to tingle with the way her smile showed. It seemed like the blood in my veins seemed to quicken and speed up with the strength of a tsunami. She looked so beautiful, it was like nothing I had ever seen. Not even Katherine had ever looked as beautiful as she did right now. I did the only thing that came naturally and smiled back at her. Then she said in what appeared to be a happy tone.

"Yes, you can. Here you go."

She then handed me the notepad and I was surprised to see it was me! Well it wasn't really me personally, it was me in my crow form. It was the picture of me that she had taken a couple of nights ago with her phone. That's why she had kept glancing at her phone. She had drawn me with a simple pencil and she had gotten every detail perfect. The contrast between light and dark, the direction and form of the shadow, it looked so realistic. The form of the beak and the body shape was completely the same as well. She was an artist, she was a damn good artist. She then cleared her throat and said clearly curious.

"So, what do you think?"

I stared up at her and said.

"You have some talent."

Her eyes danced with joy and she said.

"Really? You think so?"

"Yeah, it looks so realistic. You're good."

Her smile grew brighter and then she said.

"Thanks, that means a lot."

Then I decided to ask her why that was. What did she feel for me or rather me in my crow form? I stared at her and said.

"You said this was very important to you, why is that?"

She looked at me and then turned to look out the window with a blush on her face. I smirked at her embarrassment and said.

"What, is this your pet?"

She instantly turned to glare at me and said sounding pissed.

"No, he is not my pet. He's my best friend."

I smirked and said.

"Your best friend is a bird?"

I hated being called a damn bird, but I knew that I had to convince her that I didn't know anything. That seemed to really get to her because she instantly clenched her teeth together and practically snarled.

"He is not a damn bird, you idiot! He's a crow!"

Good, she remembered how much I hated being called a bird. She was loyal to her friends and she defended them pretty well. I couldn't help, but admire her for that. Then I said with fake sincerity.

"Well, my bad. So, why is this crow important to you?"

She just continued to glare at me and didn't respond. Man, I hated how I had screwed things up and made that gorgeous smile of hers disappear. Then suddenly she grabbed the sketch pad away from me and pulled it close to her. I glared at her and said.

"I wasn't done looking at it!"

She just looked out the window and said coldly.

"Go tell someone that cares."

Yeah she was definitely mad. I didn't know she was that loyal and fond of me. Well not me personally, but still.

I remember the first night she let me sleep in her bed. She was wearing an extremely sexy black night gown. That snuggled her body in all the right places. She had asked for my opinion and I had instantly nodded my head indicating that it was perfect. When she came out of the shower, it took all my will power not to shift back and make her mine. She was amazing, no, she was hot, no, she down right perfect. When she caught me staring she jokingly accused me of being a creeper. I played innocent and looked away from her. She just smiled at me and laid down next to me. She then asked if I would stay. I could instantly see how she tried to play it cool and seem like she didn't care, but I knew better. She enjoyed my company and liked having me close to her. I looked at her straight in the face and motioned that I would stay. She then made a joke on how she would play with me like some little barbie doll and I became pissed. I flew from her bed and pretended to be offended and ignore her. In reality, I wanted to see just how much she would do to keep me happy and not mad at her. That was how I managed to get into her bed that night.

I sighed and tried again hoping that maybe she had calmed down.

"Why is that crow so important to you?"

She didn't turn to look at me, but she did reply.

"I told you, he's my best friend."

"Why?"

She laughed humorlessly and said.

"Because apparently a crow is the only thing a can trust in this damn house."

Then I said carefully.

"You could trust me."

She just laughed out loud and replied

"Ha, I'd rather put on one of Elena's pink dresses than trust you with the things I tell him."

If she only knew that she already had. I wondered how she would look wearing pink. I wasn't sure why, but I was 99.9% sure that pink would not suit her. Her choice in dark clothing was definitely the best choice. When she wore all black you could practically see the words 'bad girl' written all over her. She had the perfect attitude to go along with it as well. I decided to tease her and said sarcastically.

"I wonder how you would look like in pink. I bet you would look amazing. The color does suit your lovely attitude and personality. It's like you and the color pink were meant for each other."

She then gave me a death glare and said.

"I wonder what Stefan would think when I dropped you off with something valuable of yours severely damaged and swollen."

I smirked and said.

"He would think that I just had the best night of my life with the one and only Leslie Gilbert. Since he knows I'm here, he would think that I had a wonderful, but rough night."

Okay, probably not the smartest thing to say to a really pissed off girl that knew how to fight. She put the notepad down and lunged at me. I got up and moved out the way before she could reach me. She turned and said clearly furious.

"I'm gonna kill you, Damon!"

I smirked and said.

"You're gonna have to catch me first."

She lunged to me and to my surprise she was able to hit me and we fell back on to the floor. She was hovering above me clearly pissed and that's when I saw it. Her eyes were violet! They were literally blazing like a violet fire! She was furious and I could hear her yelling at stream of threats at me, but I was to focused on her eyes to even care. Then I suddenly reversed our positions, hovering above her and said staring directly into the violet fire.

"What are you?"

(A/N: Should Leslie tell him the truth? Should she tell him right now or should I wait until they're relationship is stronger? I really need some reviews on this matter. So, review please. Tell everyone you can and tell them to review and give their opinion as well.)

lucy :)