I was so worried that you guys would want to kill me for breaking Damon and Leslie's friendship. I'm not sure when they will be like they used to be because Leslie seems really hurt by his betrayal. Maybe, things will change in this chapter. Who knows? ;) Anyway, special thanks to:

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Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries, any of its original characters, or any of the songs mentioned through out the story. What I do own are Leslie, my other own characters, and the idea of nocturnals and their special powers. I am stating my claim on the nocturnals and their amazing abilities because they are MY idea and I do not want anyone taking credit for what I created. I know I'm sounding a bit territorial, but I worked very hard on this and I don't want anyone else taking credit for my creation and imagination.

P.S. If any of you are looking for a good laugh then I would suggest my other story titled, "Shwut up, Spwongebwob!" It's really cute and I think you guys would really like it.

Chapter 36

(Leslie's POV)

I had tried convincing Antonia to drop me off at Bonnie's house, but she refused by saying that I needed my rest. I sighed, as I walked slowly up the steps to my house with the lunch she had gotten me. I was about to open the door, when it suddenly flew open revealing a very frustrated Aunt Jenna. I merely smiled at her and said.

"Hey Aunt Jenna, what's with that frown?"

She merely moved to the side to let me in. I carefully placed my lunch on one of the coffee tables and then turned around to look at her. She simply sighed and replied.

"Leslie, your school called and told me that starting tomorrow you will be going to O.C.S. They gave me everything you need to know."

She simply moved towards one of the other coffee tables and picked up a piece of paper filled up with her hand-writing. I merely smirked at that and waited. She then turned to face me and said seriously.

"First, there are no phones, electronic devices, or jewelry allowed. No, food or drinks either. Um, no make-up allowed. All tattoos and body piercings must be covered. No shorts or skirts. Your hair must be pulled up. You must always have a writing utensil with you. Pen or pencil, no exceptions. Um... oh yeah, you must always wear a white shirt. Tomorrow you will report to room..."

I instantly interrupted her and said in disbelief.

"Woah, woah, Aunt Jenna. What was the last thing you said?"

She then looked down at her paper and replied.

"Pen or pencil..."

"No, after that."

She then focused back on the paper and said.

"Oh yes, it says that you must always wear a white shirt to class."

I simply glared at the paper and replied.

"Like hell I'm going to wear a white shirt!"

My Aunt Jenna simply frowned and replied.

"Well they said that refusal to follow any of these instructions will be a call to your parents."

I merely smirked and replied sarcastically.

"Oh... I'm so scared."

Then I simply rolled my eyes and said.

"Whatever, they're tripping if they think I'm going to wear a white shirt."

There was no way in hell I was going to wear white. I wasn't precisely at my best and wearing white wasn't going to help me get better. My powers came from the dark. Darkness made me healthy and stronger. White, did the complete opposite. Now, I had to wear white for... Wait, how much time had I gotten? I then looked at my Aunt Jenna and asked.

"How much time did I get, Aunt Jenna?"

She then frowned and replied.

"You got a total of ten days. Five, for not showing up to Saturday school. Three, for three detentions that you never served and two for having too many tardies."

Antonia had been right. That old sot had given me two extra days simply because he didn't like me. I had never been tardy. I had only been tardy to Rick's class and he didn't turn me in. I merely smirked at how childish he was and replied.

"Well, I guess it doesn't even matter how much time I got cuz I'm not going to show up. So, don't even bother to tell me the room number, Aunt Jenna."

I saw her sigh then reply.

"It says that refusal to do as stated, will be an immediate referral and..."

She then stared at the paper carefully and continued by saying.

"You will be sent to some place called, Carver. You will receive short-term Carver and all the rules stated here will also apply there."

She then placed the paper down and said seriously.

"Leslie, I really don't think you should make this bigger than what it is. Just serve your ten days of O.C.S. and avoid going to this place. Just by the name it has, it sounds like a bad place to be. Besides, if you get O.C.S then you will still be in school. You'll just be stuck in the same classroom all day. They said it's not really that bad. You do your time and then you're allowed to attend your regular classes."

I then stared at her skeptically and asked.

"So, I won't be able to switch classes while in O.C.S? I'll be stuck in one single classroom for the whole day?"

She then nodded and replied.

"I know that doesn't sound very pleasant, but I think it's better than this 'Carver' place. They said that if you decide to be sent there then you will not serve ten days. They said that short-term Carver is actually fifteen days and if you miss one day then one day is added to your time. They also said that at this place there are police officers everywhere and the entire school has bars on the doors and windows. Leslie, none of these things sound very good. So, I would suggest to simply go to O.C.S and avoid any of this."

I merely stared at her curiously then asked.

"What happens if I refuse to do any of these things at Carver?"

She sighed and replied.

"If you break any of the rules at this 'Carver' place then there will be two different types of punishments. The first one is that you will receive long-term Carver. Which is exactly thirty business days, weekends don't count. If you fight or cause like a very severe disruption then you will receive a citation and will be immediately sent to Juvenile Hall. They said that those are the rules."

Did I really want to make a big deal about this? Wearing a white shirt for approximately eight hours? Was that really so bad? If I decided to go along with this then I would have to train and exercise twice as hard. I would have to train for most part of the afternoon, and my time in the sun would have to drop. I wasn't afraid of going to this Carver place, but was it really worth it? I would really have to think this over. Man, this sucked. I simply sighed and replied to my anxious Aunt Jenna.

"I'll think about it, Aunt Jenna."

She simply smiled and replied.

"I know you'll do the right thing, Leslie. Besides, if you want to get sent to this Carver place, at least get sent for a good reason."

If she only knew the real reason why I couldn't wear white then maybe she would be a bit more understanding. I simply nodded at her then said.

"Like I said, I'll think about it. Oh, and that reminds me, tell my dad that I'm going to kill him as soon as I see him."

She simply sighed and replied almost tiredly.

"What did my brother do now?"

I simply glared out towards the window and replied.

"He doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut."

She simply sighed sadly then replied.

"Yes, Zackery has a great tendency to say things he's not supposed to."

Then she smiled slightly and said.

"Well, I'll let him know that you're furious, and wish to kill him when he gets home."

I simply nodded and thanked her. I then walked up the stairs towards my room. As soon as I opened my door, I noticed my phone lying on my bed. I walked towards it and noticed that I had fifteen missed calls from Damon. What part of delete my number didn't he understand? I merely dismissed all of his calls and didn't reply back. Damon could go straight to the fiery pits of hell for all I cared.

I simply placed my phone back on the bed and walked towards my closet for some clothes. I grabbed some black, skinny jeans with a red and black, button-up shirt. I then selected a pair of black Converse to wear. Wearing boots all the time hurts. I quickly grabbed a pair of ankle-length socks then some undergarments. After that, I walked towards my bathroom and took a long, cold shower. The water felt nice on my skin and it was helping me gain some strength.

I walked out with the towel wrapped around me and then proceeded to change. As I was combing my hair, my phone rang again. I merely glared at it, completely annoyed. Couldn't he take a freaking hint? I quickly grabbed my phone and answered totally angry.

"I told you to freaking delete my number, you jackass. Quit freaking calling me, Damon. Or, I'm gonna hunt you down and kick your stupid ass. Piss off, already."

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a small whimper and some sniffling. Wait a minute... this wasn't Damon. Who the hell was this, and why were they crying? I listened carefully and realized it was a girl crying. Then I heard her sniff some more and say in between sobs.

"Les... Leslie, it's... it's me... Caroline. Help me, pl... please. Damon, he... he said... he won't let me go... until you come get me. Leslie... help me. I'm... I'm scared."

I immediately grabbed my jacket from my chair and dashed down the stairs. I kept the phone to my ear as I got inside my car. I then quickly replied.

"Caroline, it's okay, I'm on my way. Don't cry, tell me where you are."

"I don't really know."

I merely sighed as I drove quickly down the drive and replied.

"Look around if you see anything familiar. Any distinguishing features that may help me find you."

I heard her simply sniff and reply.

"There's just an old, abandoned building."

I simply sighed and replied.

"How did you get there?"

"I... I don't know."

I sighed completely frustrated and said.

"Okay, I'm going to track you. Don't turn off the cell phone, okay?"

"Okay."

I instantly clicked the small, blue button on the steering wheel and the stereo flipped back revealing my computer. I instantly said Caroline's number and the satellite system was able to locate her somewhere completely desolate. There were very few other buildings around, but I could tell they weren't active. I quickly drove towards the location, breaking several traffic laws in the process.

As soon as I reached the place, I saw Caroline all alone sitting by the edge of the street. I immediately got out and walked over to her. Before I could reach her, I felt the air around me change. I tensed up and listened carefully to my surroundings. There was someone else here, I could feel their aura. I stopped walking then called lowly to Caroline.

"Caroline, come on, lets go."

She instantly looked up at me and smiled. She immediately got up and ran towards me. She enveloped me in a huge hug and I simpy held her back lightly. I then released her and said.

"Where's Damon? Why did he bring you here?"

Then I saw some movement from the side of the building, and Damon stepped out. I instantly pushed Caroline behind me and said angrily.

"What the hell do you want, Damon? Why did you bring her here?"

He merely smirked and didn't reply. He simply moved from the shadows and began walking slowly towards us. I instantly tensed and looked over at Caroline. I surveyed her over, but she seemed fine. There were no bite marks anywhere on her body. Her clothes were in perfect order and her hair wasn't even messed up. What the hell was going on? That's when realization dawned on me. Damn it to hell, she was compelled.

I then heard Damon stop walking and my attention instantly shifted back to him. He was approximately ten feet away from us. Shit, I had to get Caroline the hell out of here. Before I could hand her my keys, Damon simply tilted his head to the side and said casually.

"Caroline, come here."

I was about to grab her arm and hold her back when she instantly moved away from me. She walked quickly towards him and stood right infront of him. I gritted my teeth together and snapped angrily.

"Touch her and I'll kill you, Damon."

He simply ignored me, as if I hadn't even spoken, and said to Caroline.

"Hand me the watch."

She then pulled out the pocket watch that I had seen when I went to his house. It was the same pocket-watch that was able to track down vampires. Although, why did Caroline have it? She simply handed it over to him and didn't say anything. He then stared directly into her eyes and said.

"Get in your car and go home. Forget everything I asked you to do."

I saw how she instantly blinked and said with a smile.

"Okay, bye Damon."

With that, she walked right past him and disappeared down the street. I had been in such a hurry to find her that I didn't even notice her car down the street. Shit, this was a set-up. A set-up planned by Damon. In which Caroline had merely been a tool. I really couldn't be mad at her if she was compelled. It really wasn't her fault. She had simply done what she was ordered to do. I seriously needed to get her some vervain. This girl was like some sort of danger magnet. I felt kinda bad for her.

I merely sighed and watched her, until I was sure she was safe. As soon as I saw her turn the corner of the street, I immediately turned around as well and began walking towards my car. Before I could even walk five steps, Damon was instantly infront of me. I was about to take a step back, but I refused to be intimidated. I stayed firmly where I was standing and didn't say anything.

I simply looked up and glared at him with as much hate as I could muster. This vampire was no longer my friend. He was never my friend. Therefore, I would have no problem in ripping him apart. I could kill him without any pity or remorse. Just like he could be such a bitch. I could be a bitch too. He didn't care about me, so I didn't give a shit about him either. Him and Katherine could go and be happy in hell together. That's where both of them deserved to be.

I merely narrowed my eyes and said with a scowl.

"Move the fuck out of my way."

He merely stared at me and replied seriously.

"No, we need to talk."

I simply scoffed and replied.

"We have nothing to talk about. I don't like you and you don't like me. So, lets just stay the hell away from each other."

He then stepped slightly closer to me and said sincerely.

"I never said I didn't like you, kitten."

"Don't freaking call me that!"

He frowned and replied.

"Why not? You are my fiesty, little kitten."

I simply glared at him angrily and snarled.

"I am not your anything. I never was and never will be. Now, piss off before I rip your heart out. I have things to pack."

His frown grew deeper and he instantly said.

"Pack? Why are you packing?"

"None of your fucking business."

I had decided that leaving Mystic Falls was for the best. I highly doubted it would be hard to convince Elena to leave. Ever since we got here there had been nothing, but drama. I was going to miss everyone, but maybe my dad was right. Earth wasn't the place for us. There was a reason why we had to be taken out of the planet for our powers to surface. Who the hell were we kidding? We weren't human. No matter how hard we tried to be normal, we just weren't.

We were monsters, freaks of nature. Elena and I shouldn't even exist, it was a crime against nature. At least, that's what I had heard Martin say. It was preposterous for such a powerful nocturnal like my father to fall for such a pathetic weakling like my mother. I had nearly destroyed the entire mansion when I heard him speaking about my mother like that. Nobody talks mess about my mom like that. She was a descent woman with great values and principles. If I ever heard anyone bad-mouthing her, a definite punch in the face was a given.

It had taken about five to eight of my dad's guards to hold me back from killing Martin. They took me away and I was kicking and screaming every profanity I had learned from my dad. When they were finally able to get me in my room, Elena came in and sat with me. I immediately told her what he had called our mother and she grew angry as well. After we calmed down, she had stared at me and asked curiously, "Leslie, what is a stupid, chicken-shit? Is that what baby chicks are called here?" I had merely frowned and replied, "I really don't know, Lena. I just know that it's a bad word because father said it when he was mad."

I was taken out of my thoughts by Damon placing his hand on my shoulder. I immediately shook him off and hissed.

"DON'T, touch me."

He simply sighed and said aggrivated.

"You spaced out. Now, tell me why you're packing."

"I already told you, none of your fucking business. So, go kick rocks."

He then smirked and replied.

"I'm actually going to kick something much more alive than rocks. Or is it something more dead?"

He then shrugged and said dismissively.

"Whatever. Anyway, I called you here because I thought you might want to know something... That is unless you no longer care for all your little girl friends."

I glared at him angrily and replied.

"Don't be bringing my friends in this, you jackass."

He simply rolled his eyes and replied with a smirk.

"Well, I suppose since you're leaving then you don't care that there's another vampire in town. The sheriff found a body and it wasn't me. It definitely wasn't Saint Stefan, since he's all over Bambi and Thumper. So, that leaves us with one last option. There's another vampire in town and by the looks of it, whoever it is has no control."

He then smiled smugly and said.

"So, unless you want Barbie, the witch, and your other fiesty twin to die. I would suggest you help me find this prick. There's only room for one bad-ass vampire in this town."

There he goes again with his stupid ego. Didn't he get tired of being so full of himself? I would probabaly go nuts if I actually lived with him. He was so conceited. How Stefan was able to put up with him? I have no idea. Although, he was right about something, I couldn't simply leave town knowing there was another vampire around. If Caroline, Bonnie, or Antonia got hurt then I would never forgive myself. If something happened to them then I would be at fault because I knew about the vampire, but chose my pride over their safety. So, even though I really didn't want to, I was going to help Damon. I took a deep breath and replied.

"Fine, I'll help you, but I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for my friends. Innocent lives are above my stupid pride."

He simply rolled his eyes and said.

"Now, you're sounding like Saint Stefan."

I merely glared at him and snapped.

"Then that's a good thing. Seeing as Stefan is a good person. Why the hell shouldn't I learn from him? Besides, he's a great guy and has been nothing but a great friend to me. Leaving my big bro is probably the thing that hurts the most."

I knew Damon hated when people praised and prefered Stefan. I was simply using that knowledge to piss him off. I knew he didn't care about me, but he did care that people liked Stefan so much. I also said that just to show him that losing him as a friend hadn't bothered me at all. Even though that was a lie, I wasn't going to let him know that. I wasn't going to let him see that losing him had hurt. On the contrary, I was going to prove to him that I was just fine without him. I didn't need him. He was fake and I didn't like fake people.

I then looked up at him and noticed a flicker of pain cross his face. He was so fake that it pissed me off to even look at him. Yeah, like I would fall for his fake pain and fake hurt feelings. Damon didn't feel anything for me, or anyone for that matter. He only cared about himself and getting that skank back. I just wanted to punch him in the mouth and make him eat dirt. That's just how mad he made me with his stupid hypocrisy and fakeness. I simply looked away from him and said coldly.

"Move, Damon. Don't just be standing there like an idiot. Lets find whoever this is, and send them to hell."

He blinked and instantly composed his face. I walked right past him and said.

"Hurry up, so I can go home."

He simply turned around to stare at me and said disbelievingly.

"You're just gonna kill them? Just like that?"

I merely snapped my fingers and replied with a smirk.

"Just like that. I don't have time to deal with an out-of-control baby vamp. Besides, you said it yourself if they don't know how to stay in control, they're a threat. I don't want to take any chances, so whoever this is better enjoy their last minutes on earth."

With that, I simply walked away from him and moved towards the building. I opened the door and quietly stepped inside. Suddenly, I saw something flash to the side. Shit, the vampire was here. I pressed myself closely to the wall and was just about to pick up a stick of wood from the floor, when something hit me on the head. They didn't hit me hard enough for me to pass out, but I did fall to the floor. After that, I felt someone quickly pick me up and tie me with some rope. They had tied my wrist together and tied my ankles together as well. I was sitting on my knees and my head was looking towards the floor. So much for sending them to hell.

Then out of nowhere I heard the sound of a loud crash. I tried to look up, but it hurt my head. So, I decided to just keep my head down. Then the sound of gun shots was heard and I heard someone groan in pain. I lifted my head up slightly and looked over to the left to see Damon on the floor. I was able to see that he was bleeding from a shot to the chest. Oh hell, that was his John Vervatos shirt. Someone was definitely going to die tonight. I then I looked to the right and saw the vampire sitting opposite from us. He looked familiar though. I just really couldn't put my finger on it. The vampire stared at us and said casually.

"I have tons of these wooden bullets, so don't do anything stupid."

Damon glared at him and snarled.

"You don't want to do this, trust me."

The vampire simply ignored him and shot him again in the chest. Damn, that must freaking hurt. Damon groaned in pain and the vampire simply replied harshly.

"That's what you get."

Damon merely stared at him skeptically and asked with a groan.

"For what?"

The vampire glared at him and yelled angrily.

"You made me like this!"

I simply rolled my eyes and said.

"I knew this had stupid Damon written all over it. Who else is there that turns people just cuz they're bored ? You're such a dumbass, Damon."

Damon simply threw me a glare and replied through clenched teeth.

"I killed him. I didn't turn him."

He then sat up slightly and pulled out one of the bullets in his shirt. The vampire simply ignored our banter and said casually.

"See, I know what you and your brother are. I've been watching the two of you..."

"Freaking creeper."

He simply turned to glare at me and then continued saying.

"I knew you would show up here and I'm glad you did because I've got some questions."

I simply lifted my head up slowly and said.

"So, you thought it was necessary to tie me up and shoot him just to ask some questions? I guess vampirism is closely related to stupidity. Stupid vampires."

He looked like he was about to make some smart retort when Damon interrupted him and asked.

"Who turned you?"

The vampire threw his arms up in exasperation and replied.

"How should I know? The last thing I remember is that I was about to stake your brother and then..."

"You were going to kill my big bro? Now, I'm definitely going to enjoy ripping you apart."

He glowered at me and replied.

"Don't you ever shut up?"

"Don't you ever get laid? I bet all of these psychopathic tendencies were simply magnified due to the lack of sex."

He snarled at me and I simply smirked. He then turned to Damon and continued saying.

"Then you grabbed me. That's all! Until, I woke up in the ground behind some car dealership. Somebody buried me."

"You should be thankful that someone was kind enough to do that. I would've just decapitated you and burned your body."

He looked like he was about snap, but Damon distracted him by saying.

"It happens, get over it."

The vampire simply glared at him and snapped.

"You bit me. It had to be you."

Damon merely shook his head in denial and replied.

"You have to have vampire blood in your system when you die. I didn't give you any. Some other vampire must've found you and given you their blood."

The vampire frowned and asked curiously.

"So, some other vampire turned me? Who?"

I merely smirked and replied.

"The real question is why? Who'd be stupid enough to turn you? It's quite obvious that you're freaking whack."

He then sent me a murderous death glare and snarled.

"I'm getting really tired of your smart mouth, little girl."

I merely smiled and replied tauntingly.

"I'm not the only little thing here."

Damon actually chuckled at that then the vampire turned and shot him again. I simply looked on and stayed completely calm. I didn't even flinch at the sound. The vampire then passed his hand roughly through his hair and sneered.

"I can't even go into my own house because my foot won't go through the door. Do you know how frustrated I am?"

"I bet you're frustrated for other reasons as well."

He then turned around to face me and pointed the gun right at me. I merely stared directly at him and didn't even flinch. I had my chin up high and was completely still. I displayed absolutely no fear in my face or eyes. He then tilted his head to the side and stared at me curiously. Damon instantly growled and replied angrily.

"You have to be invited in."

The vampire simply kept his eyes trained on me then he smiled and said.

"Interesting... Oh, and I know. I live alone."

He then moved the gun away from me and walked back to his original stop. He kept staring at me for about ten more seconds then he turned to Damon and said.

"Is it normal for me to just think about blood and killing people? I can't stop killing peple. I just keep on killing and I like it. I'm confused."

Damon sat up a bit more carefully and replied with a smirk.

"Welcome to the club."

He then frowned and said.

"Wait, cops found one body."

The vampire simply shrugged and replied.

"I left one. I was tired, but I've hidden the rest of the bodies. They're back there."

He then pointed to somewhere behind me and could see a pile of dead bodies stacked on top of each other. I simply rolled my eyes and said.

"Yeah, that's some hidding spot, moron."

He then turned to look at me and replied with a sadistic smile.

"They pile up."

Then suddenly he frowned and asked seriously.

"Why am I so overly emotional?"

Bipolar, much? I merely smirked and replied sarcastically.

"It's called hormones, dumbass. It's that, or you're pregnant."

He glared at me murderously and I simply smirked. He then tilted his head to the side and said menacingly.

"I could kill you in an instant, you know."

I simply shrugged and replied completely unaffected.

"Like I care. If you want to kill me then what can I do about it? I hate to burst your sadistic bubble, but I'm not afraid to die. So, do whatever you want cuz I'm not scared of your bitch-ass."

He stared at me curiously for about ten seconds before he laughed and replied.

"I like you. All the rest have just screamed and begged for mercy. You, on the other hand, aren't even scared. I think I might keep you for entertainment and when I'm hungry. I get bored really easily."

I merely glared at him and scoffed.

"I'm not your freaking clown, jackass. You might as well just kill me now because you are completely mistaken if you think I'm gonna stay with you. There's a greater chance for it to rain cats and dogs than for me to serve anyone."

He simply smiled and replied confidently.

"We'll see."

"Kiss my ass."

He laughed at my reply then turned to Damon and asked seriously.

"Why do I feel all weird? All I can think about is my ex-girlfriend. I just want to be with her and bite her and stuff."

"Sicko."

I saw Damon slightly sit up more easily and look over at me. He stared at me profoundly checking every single part of my body. He then sighed almost in relief and replied.

"Well, you probably love her. Anything you felt before would be magnified now. You're going to have to learn to control that."

I snickered and said sarcastically.

"Pa... the... tic... a vampire in love. How sad is that? If I didn't know what love drives people to do then I would actually feel bad for you. Since I do know what it does to people, I just want to kill you even more now."

The vampire looked over at me and asked curiously.

"What do you mean?"

I simply tilted my head to move parts of my hair away from my face. Then I looked at him and said with a smirk.

"Love makes you weak. It manipulates your mind to the point where nobody else matters. It makes people act differently and it makes people destroy many good things they have. Love is a vampire's greatest weakness, so if you know what's good for you. You will ignore your stupid feelings because they're the ones that are going to get you killed. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about."

He simply stared at me curiously for about ten seconds before he replied with a grin.

"I am definitely keeping you..."

He then paused and stared directly into my eyes. He tilted his head to the side and finished by saying.

"Leslie."

I was surprised about how he knew my name, but I refused to let him see that. I merely smirked and replied.

"So, you've seen my video, big whoop."

He immediately shook his head and replied.

"No, I dated your Aunt Jenna. Don't you remember me?"

I stared at him curiously and then it finally clicked. Logan Fell, the jackass that cheated on my Aunt Jenna when they were dating. He was the reason she had moved to Vegas. Now that he mentioned it, I do recall meeting him like twice when I was young. I simply smirked and replied.

"How could I forget the moron that got dumped by my Aunt Jenna? I remember she said you cried and begged her to take you back, but she kicked you out on your ass. I never actually congratulated her for doing that. I never liked you. The day we met, I could see the word douche-bag written all over your forehead. I'm just sorry I never got the chance to see her slam the door in your face."

He growled at me and I simply smiled. He then stared at me curiously and said.

"I could just kill you, you know."

"Please do. Death would be so much better than listening to you constantly bitch about being a vampire."

He snarled and bared his fangs at me. I simply rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"Be more creative, that doesn't scare me."

He stared at me then replied with a smile.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

At that, I heard a furious snarl come from Damon. I merely shrugged and replied.

"Good luck. If you succeed, I will be highly impressed."

He simply smiled then turned to Damon and said.

"Well, now that that's settled. How do you walk in the sun? You and Stefan walk in the sun, which is pretty impressive by the way. The council will never suspect a thing. That definitely wasn't in the journals."

I looked over and realized that Damon looked pissed. He merely glared at Logan and snarled.

"What journals?"

Logan simply rolled his eyes and replied.

"The Founding Fathers passed down journals to their kids. I thought you would know, since you're one of the founding families. Now, how do you walk in the sun?"

Damon merely continued to glare at him and countered with.

"Who turned you?"

Logan then glared at him as well and replied.

"How do you walk in the sun?"

"Who turned you?"

Logan then snarled at him and replied.

"You know, I've been really nice so far, but if you don't want to talk..."

He quickly sped towards me and put the gun right to my head. I stayed perfectly still and didn't even flinch. He placed his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. He then pressed the gun harder to my head and snarled at Damon.

"I will kill your precious kitten."

I merely laughed and scoffed.

"Well, it was great knowing me. Can't say I regret anything. I wonder how long Elena will cry for me."

Then I simply shrugged and waited for death to come to me. I waited and waited, but nothing ever happened. I then looked over at Logan and he was simply staring at me curiously. I glared at him and said.

"Well, I'm waiting."

He frowned and then said.

"You really aren't afraid to die, are you?"

I simply rolled my eyes and replied.

"What was your first clue, moron?"

He simply smirked and was just about to reply, when Damon interrupted him and snarled.

"If you kill her, you will never know. Not only that, but I will hunt you down and torture you until you beg me to kill you. Which, I won't do. Answer my question and I'll tell you."

Logan then turned to glare at him and snarled.

"You first. Look, I have things to do, people to kill, and I'm starting to get hungry. So... if you don't talk then I'll start by draining your sweet, little kitten right infront of you. I have absolutely no problem in ripping her throat out."

I simply rolled my eyes and said.

"Are all vampires so dramatic? If you're gonna do something, just do it already. You're gonna end up killing me of pure boredom rather than shooting me."

Logan then smirked and replied evilly.

"Very well. What the lady wants, the lady gets."

He then lifted me up until I was fully standing. After that, he dragged me closer to where Damon was and threw me on the floor right infront of him. I landed on my rear and my hair was all over my face. I shook my head slightly and blew parts of my hair away from my face. I stared directly at Logan and showed him absolutely no fear. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me afraid. Truth was, that I really wasn't afraid. I didn't fear death. Dying was a normal part of life and simply couldn't be avoided. Why would I fear the unavoidable? That'd be pretty dumb.

I simply kept my eyes staring directly at Logan and I didn't even flinch when I heard him shoot. I waited for the impact, but was perplexed when I didn't feel anything. I stared up and was completely shocked to see Damon on top of me. He had taken the bullet. Literally! I stared at him in disbelief, but his eyes were simply closed. He was facing away from me and his teeth were clenched together. Then I heard the sound of two, three, and then four bullets being shot.

At that, Damon's hands, that were preventing him from crushing me, gave out. He fell on top of me and was completely motionless. I then looked up and saw Logan staring at us with a smile on his face. When he saw me looking at him, he smirked and said.

"You're right, Leslie. Love does make you weak."

With that, he gave a loud laugh and took off. What the hell was he talking about? How did what I told him apply to what just happened? Stupid psychotic freak. He's was clearly out of his freaking mind. I simply sighed and tried shaking Damon. He didn't even groan. What the hell? Was he dead? I tried shaking him again and no response.

Oh man, what the hell was I going to do now? I could just leave him here to rot for the rats, but he had saved my life. I wasn't an ungrateful bitch. He could've just let Logan kill me, but he had thrown himself infront of me and saved my life. If somebody saved my life then I was in their debt. That was just the way I worked. Even though, we weren't friends anymore, I still owed him. There had been many people that weren't even my friends and they had saved me. Therefore, I was going to put my pride aside and I was going to at least get him home. A life for a life. He saved my life, I save his. We're even.

I carefully wiggled my hands from in between us and moved them to where they were around his neck. I slowly moved my legs to where they were slightly bent and placed my knees against his legs. This was going to be freaking hard. I took a deep breath and pushed against his body with all my strength. We swiftly rolled over to the left and I was lying on top of him. Please, don't wake up. Please, don't wake up. I stared at him, but he was still unconcious. I sighed with relief then carefully moved my hands from around his neck. They were hurting, since the ropes were pulling hard against my skin and his head was lying on them as well.

As soon as my hands were free, I moved from on top of him. I sat back down and then stared at the ropes curiously. If there was one thing I was good at, it was ropes. I turned my hand slightly to the right and finally found what I was looking for. When someone is tying a knot, especially in a hurry, they always leave one end of the rope hanging loose. I turned my hands more to the right and took the small end in between my teeth. I grabbed the rope roughly in between my teeth and tugged.

I tugged on the rope harshly for about thirty seconds, when I suddenly felt the ropes go loose. At that, I let the rope drop from my mouth and I instantly wiggled one of my hands out. Yes! Finally, about freaking time! I quickly took my other hand out and let the rope fall to the floor. I then stretched over and quickly removed the rope from my ankles. I slowly rubbed my wrist and then moved back to Damon.

I carefully turned him on his back, so I could remove the bullets. I then tapped the side of my jeans searching for something that could help me get them out. I didn't have anything on me, not even my phone to call my big bro. I then tapped the sides of jacket and I felt something. It wasn't exactly in the pockets. It was in the pocket inside the jacket. I opened my jacket up and opened the small pocket inside. I pulled out what I felt and I instantly smiled. Coincidence, or fate? Who knew and who cared? There was a small pocket knife inside the pocket! Thank you, Danny!

I then grabbed the small knife and tore open the back of his shirt. Well, it was ruined anyways. If he got mad, tough shit. I stared at his back and could see five gun holes there. There were two on his upper back, one near his spine, and two more towards the bottom part of his back. He was healing, but he wasn't healing fast enough. I grabbed the knife and then carefully pushed it inside his skin. I could easily feel the bullet, so I quickly dug it out. I proceeded to do the same to the rest of the bullets, until they were all out.

I then moved towards him and carefully turned him back around. I slowly removed his shirt and stared at his chest. Okay, this was probably something dumb to think at a time like this, but Damon was hot. He had really nice abs and chest. I quickly shook my head and focused on the task at hand. I stared at him and noticed he had been shot in the chest and in the a... stomach area. I quickly grabbed the knife and began working. I pulled the one in his chest out first, since it was way too close to the heart. I was really careful with this bullet. I tilted the knife to where it was no where near his heart and carefully pulled the bullet out. I then moved towards his...um... stomach area and quickly pulled that one out.

As soon as that one was out, I heard him groan in pain. I stared at him and said.

"Damon, can you hear me? Listen, can you get up?"

I waited for him to reply, but he stayed completely quiet. I sighed and then slowly stood. I wiped the excess blood off my knife and then placed it back in my pocket. I then moved towards him and slowly helped him sit up. My arm was around his waist and he was leaning completely on me. I took a deep breath and I said.

"Damon, come on, get up. I know you can do it, get up."

He simply stayed quiet and continued to lean on me. I sighed then said sternly.

"You are Damon Freaking Salvatore. Don't tell me that a couple of bullets can take you down? You're tougher than that. Now, come on, and get up."

Still no response. Fuck my life. I then huffed in annoyance and said.

"You're lucky I'm so nice, you moron."

I then wrapped my arms tightly around his waist and tugged him up. To my surprise, he actually moved up. I tugged harder and then he was finally standing on his feet. I simply smiled and then carefully drapped his arm around my shoulders. I held on to him around the waist with one hand and kept his other hand around me. After that, we began to slowly walk, or rather stumble out the place. He was leaning most his weight on me, but I really didn't care. I just wanted to get the hell out of there.

We stumbled quickly to my car and I dropped him on the hood, but before I could realize what was happening. He pulled me along with him. He landed with his back against the hood and me on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me protectively and then mumbled.

"Kitten."

I simply sighed and replied.

"Yeah, it's me."

He groaned and then nodded his head slowly. His hands then slightly loosened around my waist and then he laid his head back. I quietly removed his hands away from me and tugged him forward. He growled lowly, but complied. I slowly stood him up and then moved him towards the passenger side of the car. I opened the door and then helped him sit down. I then placed his seat-belt on and then moved to get in the driver's side. I swiftly got in the car and locked the doors. I then quickly started the engine and made a U-turn to go back to his house.

As I was driving back towards the Boarding House, I could hear him mumbling a bunch of weird things. The majority were threats, but some of them made no sense at all. Although, there was one thing he said that I certainly didn't miss. He turned towards the window and said with a groan.

"I won't lose you, kitten."

I blinked in complete utter shock and simply stared at him. What the hell was he talking about? The sound of a car-horn broke me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw that the light was green. The moron behind me was honking at me. Ha, I was going to make him eat dust. I quickly braced my hands on the steering wheel and pressed down on the accelerator. I dashed down the road quickly and left nothing, but dirt behind me. I looked through the rear-view mirror and noticed that they were still at the light. I simply smirked and then continued on the road. Then the next thing that came out of Damon's mouth nearly made me swerve into a ditch. He sighed and then said softly.

"I... I love you, Leslie."