Star Twins

by FallenAnqel13

Leslie and her twin sister Elena are Star Children. They aren't human, or are they? What will happen when Leslie catches Damon's interest? Has Damon finally found his match? And if he has, what if she can't love him back? What if she believes that love makes you weak? Not your typical Damon/OC story. She has a secret, a BIG one. What is it? Read & find out!

37. Don't Make Her Mad

IMPORTANT THAT YOU READ THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE! (You'll see why) :(

A/N(1): I would like to begin by informing you guys of something I came across with not that long ago. I have always loved Dragon Ball-Z. It has been my favorite anime, since I was like two. My favorite villian was Cell (If you like DG-Z then you know he's awesome. Evil, but still cool. Yeah, I like bad guys. I'm weird like that.) Anyway, I decided to look up some fanfiction on him, and was completely amazed to find an awesome story from like about 10 years ago. It was really good, and I absolutely loved it. Although, I was completely horrified to read one certain review. It was so bad, so cruel that I actually felt like crying. They insulted an amazing writer in such a horrible way that it wasn't even funny. They used the "f" word so many times that I actually lost count. They told the writer they were better off dead and to go commit suicide. Okay, I don't know about you guys, but that's NOT funny! Suicide is not a laughing matter, or something you should say to someone just because you don't like their work. If you don't like how the story's going then don't read it, or give the writer some helpful tips on how you think it could be better. Anyway, I personally believe that was very wrong, and I do not like or approve of people like that. So, please never be like this person. It's wrong, immoral, and just plain cruel.

A/N(2): I am really happy that I have never received anything as cruel as that. I have received reviews on my grammar and spelling, but I'm not perfect. I am only human, and I commit mistakes. Although, I do appreciate very much the people that give their honest and respectful suggestions. Okay, now that I got that out of the way. I know it's a lot, but reading that review just made me feel like I had to say something. Anyway, special thanks to:

*grapejuice101, SomebodyWhoCares, DivineOrder, TVDDamonSLover, vampirela69, AudreyDarke96, Dame-Of-The-Living-Dead, .twilight, Anonymous reviewer "Guest", Diana Denisa and her best friend Anne, and also Emma.

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.

Chapter 37

(Damon's POV)

Where the hell was I? I could only hear the sound of running water coming from somewhere nearby. I slowly sat up and realized I was in my room lying on my bed. I looked down at myself and noticed that I wasn't wearing a shirt. Huh, who had I brought home now? I must've gotten really drunk if I couldn't remember anything. I had to wait for whoever was in bathroom to come out, so I could send them away. I wasn't in the mood to deal with any clingy girls.

I heard the water turn off and then finally she stepped out. I was completely shocked to see that it wasn't just any random girl. It was Leslie! I stared at her in shock and she stared right back at me. She then quickly blinked and shook her head. She immediately averted her eyes away from me and stared down at her shoes. I noticed that she had a bowl in her hands and a wet rag as well. She carefully moved towards the bed and placed the bowl on the bedside table. She then grabbed the wet rag and squeezed the excess water in the bowl. After that, she placed her hand hesitantly on my shoulder and pushed me back down on the bed. I complied, even though I was a bit confused about what she was going to do. I heard her sigh then carefully begin to wipe my chest with the rag. I cautiously looked down and realized that I actually had dried blood on my chest and stomach. What had happened?

That's when it instantly struck. Logan. I was going to kill that son of a b*tch. He had shot me. Me! Didn't he know who the hell I was? I was Damon Freaking Salvatore! Nobody shoots me and gets away with it! I was going to rip him apart, as soon as I saw him. I was actually more angry at the fact that he had tried to kill my kitten. My kitten! Nobody touches what is mine! That imbecil even had the guts to say that he wanted to keep her and drink from her. She was mine! Why couldn't everybody get that through their stupid skulls? Do NOT touch what belongs to me!

I then looked at Leslie and realized she was completely focused on cleaning me. During the entire time, she refused to look me in the face. I knew there was something clearly wrong. Leslie wasn't the type of person to hide her feelings. If something bothered her, she was the first one to speak. Something really bad must've happened if she was acting like this. Had that imbecil hurt her? No, I had covered her completely making sure there was no way she could get hurt.

So, why did she refuse to look at me? Was she still mad at me because I had attacked her witch friend? Okay, I admit it was pretty messed up for me to attack her even though it was Emily that pissed me off. Then Leslie's stupid dad goes and says that I don't have what it takes to hurt her and calls me a coward. He really pissed me off, so I obviously had to let my anger out some way.

I hadn't done it to "prove" myself to Leslie's dad. Like she said I had done. I really couldn't care less what that prick thought of me. I was angry about Emily's betrayal and then Leslie's dad not only took the necklace, but he pissed me off even more. I thought that by threatening to kill the witch he would give in, but he is one cold bastard. He practically said he didn't care, since he knew other witches. I had to take my anger out on someone. It's just that the little witch was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

I lost Leslie because I wasn't able to control myself. My first true and loyal friend. She had stayed by my side when Stefan had locked me up to die. She had seen me try to, and actually kill people, but she never feared me. Heck, she didn't even fear death. She understood me, and didn't judge me because of who I was. She liked me just the way I was, and I lost her. I lost the only person that I had actually begun caring for in over a hundred years. I had to get her back. Nobody would ever understand what having Leslie as a friend felt like.

Having her as a friend meant she would always be by your side. It didn't matter if it was good or bad, she was there. She was compassionate and understanding. She accepted people just the way they were. She didn't try to change them to her liking. She liked to help her friends by giving them advice. She always stuck up for her friends and defended them from anyone. That was why she had arrived so quickly to save Caroline. She was a true and loyal person. She was also willing to put her pride aside just to protect her friends. That was loyalty. That was a true friend.

I was taken out of my thoughts, when I felt her remove the rag away from me. She then stood up and grabbed the bowl from the table. I looked down at myself and realized that she was finished. I saw her walk away from me and back into the bathroom. I heard her dump the water and then wash her hands. She then came back out and grabbed a cup that was on the other table on the opposite side of the room. She moved slowly back to me and handed me the cup. I took it carefully from her hands and sniffed it. It was blood. She had probably gotten it from the basement.

Even after she had done all of this for me, she still refused to look at me. She simply kept her gaze away from me and refused to talk to me. What exactly had happened? The last thing I remember was hugging Leslie and then everything after that seemed fuzzy. She got me in her car and then... Then I have no idea what the hell happened. Had I said something to make her mad? I was about to ask her exactly that, when she interrupted me and said calmly.

"I gotta go, bye."

With that, she turned away from me and tried to walk out. I instantly stood from the bed and flashed to slam the door closed. She simply sighed, but didn't look up to glare or yell at me. She still refused to look at me and I really didn't like that. What the hell was going on? She then moved away from the door and walked towards the open window. I instantly sped over to the window and blocked it. She seemed to be getting annoyed with me because I heard her huff in exasperation. I saw her simply keep her head down and then walk into my bathroom. She slammed the door as hard as she could and locked it afterwards. Did she just seriously lock herself in my bathroom?

I went slowly towards the door and knocked on it. I heard her sigh in aggrivation and simply say.

"Leave me alone."

I frowned and replied.

"Kitten, what's wrong?"

I heard her move closer to the door and finally respond.

"Seriously, Damon, just leave me alone. Go away. Go kill Logan. Go kick rocks. I don't care. Just let me think for a bit."

I sighed in aggrivation and replied stubbornly.

"No, kitten. We need to talk about..."

"There's nothing to talk about! Piss off!"

Woah... she had a temper. She couldn't seriously hate me that much, could she? I took a deep breath and was just about to say something. When I suddenly heard her say.

"Why did you do it, Damon?"

I simply frowned and replied confused.

"Do what?"

"Save me. Why did you save my life? We're not friends anymore. Why did you do it?"

The reminder that I had truly lost her still stung. I was going to make amends to her even if it was the last thing I did. In order to do that, I was going to have to be slightly honest with her. I claim slightly because I wasn't exactly sure why I had saved her. I knew it was because I didn't want to lose her. The real question was... why didn't I want to lose her?

As the days went by, my feelings towards Leslie unknowingly increased. Leslie began to slowly become someone very special to me. I fought against my growing feelings constantly, but my stupid heart seemed to have a mind of its own. Stupid feelings. I had worked really hard to shut them off then Leslie comes into the picture and switches them on like nothing. How the hell does that happen?

I simply sighed and replied honestly.

"I didn't want to lose you, kitten. I couldn't bear with the thought of you being dead. Even though you think I don't give a damn about you. I want you to know that's not true. I care about you a lot. I've never cared for anyone the way I care about you. So, even though, you may want me dead and probably want to kill me yourself. I don't feel that way towards you. I could never place my hands on you, Leslie. I did it because no matter what, to me you will always be my best friend."

I heard her intake a deep breath and reply quietly.

"I don't know what to say, Damon."

I smiled slightly and replied quickly.

"Say you forgive me. Say you'll take me back... as your friend."

I simply heard her shift away from the door and reply honestly.

"I can't do that."

I frowned and asked slightly disappointed.

"Why?"

I listened carefully and her heard her slightly groan. She stayed quiet for about a minute before she sighed and finally replied.

"Answer me something and then I'll decide if I should give you a second chance."

I immediately nodded and replied quickly.

"Ask me anything."

I heard her move back closer to the door and ask seriously.

"Who does your heart belong to? Are you still deeply in love with Katherine? Don't lie."

I simply blinked at the door. Where was this coming from? Of course, I still loved Katherine. Although, with everything that had happened lately, I wasn't exactly sure if my heart completely belonged to her. Why was Leslie asking me this though? Did she suspect anything? Had she talked to Stefan? I couldn't let her know that I was unwillingly growing feelings for her. That would be a major bridge burner in getting her back. Therefore, I took a calm breath and replied instantly.

"Of course, I still love Katherine. Why would that change? Also, why in the hell would I lie about that? Are you okay, Leslie? Did that imbecil give you a concussion?"

I listened carefully for a response and let a smirk cross my face when I heard her mumble.

"Dumb, moron."

I simply smiled and replied.

"I heard that."

"I don't care."

There was my kitten. The girl that didn't fear anything and didn't care what others thought of her. The girl that was honest about what she felt and the things she thought. I smiled and then asked curiously.

"Is that it?"

"No."

I groaned with fake desperation and said.

"Well, what else do you want to know?"

I heard her simply sigh and reply seriously.

"Why do you care about me so much? Why don't you want to lose me? I'm not the best person in the world, Damon. There are many things about me that you don't know, and will probably never know. Are you still willing to be my friend knowing I am hiding things from you? Think about it before you answer me."

Would I still be friends with her knowing she was hiding things from me? Of course, I would. It wasn't like she could hide things forever. I could easily find out what she was hiding later on. I just had to get her to take me back first. Now, to the most evasive questions. Why did I care about her so much? Why didn't I want to lose her? I couldn't tell her the truth about my developing feelings for her. So, I was as honest as I could be.

"I care about you because, to me, you will always be my one true friend. Also, because I like you and I like the way you are. I value the type of person you are, and you're really special to me. I don't care if you're hiding things from me. I know that you can't tell me everything about yourself and I get that. I don't want to lose you because of what I said before. You're really special to me and I care about you a lot. I know that hearing that from me must sound like a load of bull, but it's true. I've never cared for anyone the way I care about you. You're... different. You've done what no one else has been able to do, and that's see the real me. Even though, this whole caring thing is new to me, I'm still trying. I know I'm doing a pretty sucky job, but at least I'm trying to show you that I care."

I simply smirked and finished by saying.

"I don't really care about anybody, but you're an exception. You should be honored, kitten. Also, what would our world be like without a Leslie Gilbert to make it funner? It would be so dull and boring like Saint Stefan."

I listened for her reply and I heard her scoff from the other side of the door. I listened carefully to her movements and realized that she was now leaning against the door. She took a deep breath and then asked curiously.

"Answer me one more thing and then I'll decide if I should open the door. Or, if I should start working on breaking your wall down."

I simply rolled my eyes then said sarcastically.

"Fine, just ask me already. I have to take a shower."

I then listened for her response, but was met by silence. I waited for about one minute straight, and she still refused to respond. She was doing it on purpose! I simply glared at the door and tried twisting the handle, but it was still locked. I then tried pushing it open and I finally heard her respond.

"Break that door and I'll break your face."

I simply huffed in annoyance and replied.

"Well, tell me what you want to ask. I need to shower and get ready because I have someone to kill, you know."

I heard her simply laugh and reply.

"Nice... you need to get ready in order to hunt someone down. You truly are a southern gentleman, Damon."

I simply smirked and replied arrogantly.

"When have I ever been anything else?"

I heard her simply laugh lightly and reply.

"It would take me the rest of my life and after my death to finish answering that. So, lets forget you asked that."

I simply rolled my eyes and replied.

"Alright. Now, what do you want to ask me?"

I heard her sigh and ask seriously.

"What's the last thing you remember about tonight?"

I frowned and replied honestly.

"I remember leaning against something and holding you in my arms. I was trying to make sure if you were okay, so I called out to you. You responded, so I knew you were alright. I don't really remember anything after that."

I simply heard her give out a breath of almost relief. What was that about? I listened carefully and heard the sound of the door being unlocked. Then the door instantly swung open and she was standing right at the door with a smirk on her face. She merely tilted her head to the side and said.

"And you say I have a sucky memory. Puh... lease, Damon."

With that, she walked right past me and sat down on the edge of my bed. She then looked up at me and said with a small smile.

"Well? Go take a shower, Damon. There's a moron I need to rip apart. Oh yeah, and that's another thing, I want to be the one to send him to hell. Who the hell does that moron think he is to say he wants to keep me? I'm not some stupid pet. I'm gonna kick his ass then I'm going to make his head roll. Just wait, I'm gonna make him regret pissing me off."

I simply stared at her with my mouth agape and asked curiously.

"Wait, so we're friends again?"

She merely looked over at me and replied calmly.

"No."

I simply stared at her in disbelief and asked.

"No? Then why are you being so nice and talking to me again?"

She simply smiled and replied casually.

"Would it be better if I was a complete b*tch to you and ignored you? That can be easily arranged if that's what you really want. I can either be civil and give you a second chance. Or, I can not give you a chance and tell you to go to hell. Your choice, so pick."

I simply stared at her in complete shock and didn't reply. She was going to give me another chance? That was good. That was all I needed. Just one more chance, and I would never screw up again. Although, I couldn't help, but wonder what her conditions would be. I knew her well, and I knew that she was going to put some conditions and stipulations to forgive me. I simply sighed and replied.

"I want another chance. I won't screw up again."

She simply regarded me coldly and replied.

"Very well, but there are conditions."

I knew it. I merely rolled my eyes and replied with sarcasm.

"Shoot away, kitten."

She merely ignored my remark and replied coldly.

"Firstly, I do not like or accept fake people. If there's one thing that I hate in this world that's a fake person. So, based on the way you treated me and acted the other day. You gave me the impression that's exactly what you are. FAKE. You gave me the impression that I can no longer trust anything that comes out of your mouth. You made me believe that I never meant anything to you. That our friendship was nothing, but a mere joke to you and I don't like being taken as a joke. I don't take kindly or compassionately to people that see me that way. That's why you are going to have to prove to me that you are not what I hate. You will have to regain my trust and show me exactly how much you supposebly care about me. If you fail then there will be consequences. I am no one's fool or joke, and I will prove that to you if you fail me."

The f*ck? I had to start from square one? How in the bloody hell was that fair? Also, I never saw her as I joke. I always viewed Leslie as a true friend. Our friendship did matter to me, which was odd, but I still cared. She also seemed dead serious when she said there would consequences if I failed. She was testing me again. Great, just what I needed. I looked over to stare at her and realized she was dead serious. I merely rolled my eyes and replied smugly.

"I passed once. I can do it again."

She merely stared at me with an impassive look. She then shrugged and replied.

"We'll see about that."

I simply smirked at her confidently and she merely sighed. She then looked over at me and said casually.

"Anyway, I have decided to give you a second chance because I gave Caroline a second chance. Not only that, but I was taught that not everyone is perfect and commits mistakes. Therefore, you should thank my dad for engraving that in my head. Anyway, you do have a second chance to win my friendship back. The thing is that it won't be easy. You will have to prove yourself and show me that I can trust you. At the beginning, I showed you loyalty. So, now I want that from you. I want your loyalty and I want you to show me that you have my back. Also, I don't want you anywhere near Bonnie. You put your hands on her again, and I will end you."

She then turned to stare directly at me and said seriously.

"I also want you to get one thing straight. I am not stupid Katherine. If you want to be my friend just because I look like her, you might as well just walk away. I'm not her. I will never be her, and if you don't like that then tough sh*t. Also, since you still aren't my friend then you are no longer allowed to call me kitten. You can only call me, Leslie. Lastly, this is the last and only chance you will get. You screw up, and I'm gonna mess you up. Those are my conditions, take them or leave them."

Katherine. Yes, there was still Katherine to take into consideration. I still loved Katherine deeply. My love for her couldn't simply disappear. I had loved her for more than a hundred-and-fifty years. It would take more than my confused, mixed feelings for Leslie to make me stop loving Katherine. I still wanted her, and I still wanted to get her out of that tomb. I had dedicated my entire life in trying to get her back, and I wasn't simply going to let all my effort go to hell. I am going to get her back. I was taken out of my thoughts when I heard Leslie say.

"Time's ticking, Damon. Answer me, or I'll walk out that door and you'll never see me around here again."

I instantly looked up and stared at her. She was serious. Huh, this was something unique. Leslie Gilbert actually being serious during a conversation. I merely smirked at her and replied arrogantly.

"Since, when do you pay close attention to time, kit... I mean, Leslie."

She merely glared at me and replied.

"Since, I figured out that my patience is beginning to run out quite quickly, lately. So, hurry the hell up. I have a moron that needs to be dealed with."

I simply smirked and replied smugly.

"Oh? I think it would be better if you dealed with something much more... bigger than that imbecil."

She merely gave me a revolted look and replied.

"You're disgusting."

I merely laughed and replied with a shake of my finger.

"I meant our friendship. Take your mind out of the gutter, you naughty girl."

She merely rolled her her eyes and scoffed.

"I know you, Damon. You're a perv, and that will never change."

She did know me. It amazed me how she could easily catch on to even the simplest of my smart remarks. I merely smirked and replied.

"You know me well."

"Of course, I know you well. It's vital for me to know the way your mind works, in order for you to be my friend. Based on what I've seen, there's only one word to describe you."

I simply raised my eyebrows and asked curiously.

"Really? And what is that?"

She merely stared at me for a couple of seconds then replied honestly.

"I want to say a moron, but that's not right. No, what you are is impulsive. You don't think. You just act on pure impulse. Having that type of attitude is dangerous. It could, no, will lead to your downfall if you don't learn how to control it. Believe me, I know. I've seen it happen before. So, I'm just trying to give you a heads up. Maybe that'll help you change your moronic impulsiveness."

She then shrugged and said.

"Whatever, though, if you don't want to listen then that's no longer my problem. Anyway, what's your reply? Do you want a second chance or not? I'm not gonna ask you again. I have better things to do anyway."

I merely rolled my eyes at her and replied with a dismissive tone.

"Yeah, I suppose. Having you on my side, rather than against me is a great plus for my plans. I could really use your help."

She merely regarded me coldly and replied.

"What makes you think I am going to help you with anything? We're not even friends yet, so don't be acting like we are. Also, that necklace is as good as gone. As soon as I get my hands on it, I am sending that piece of cr*p to hell."

I glared at her and was about to reply to that, when I heard her phone ring. She pulled it out of her jacket pocket and stared at the screen. She then pressed a button on the screen and put the phone to her ear. I saw her stand up then walk towards the window and say.

"What up, big bro?"

I instantly heard Stefan reply.

"Leslie, where are you? Elena is worried about you. She said you simply took off without even telling her anything."

Leslie merely glared out the window and replied sternly.

"She's not my mother, Stefan. Where I go, and what I do is none of her damn business. I have no reason to explain myself to her."

I heard Stefan stay quiet for approximately ten seconds then ask her curiously.

"Leslie, are you okay?"

She instantly moved away from the window and hissed angrily.

"No, Stefan. I am not okay! I was attacked, I was tied up, and I was shot at! Does..."

I instantly interrupted and said.

"No... I was shot at."

She then glared at me and snarled.

"Shut up, Damon."

I merely smirked and didn't reply. She then turned back to her phone and said.

"Does that sound like I'm okay to you, Stefan?"

I then heard him sigh and reply angrily.

"You were attacked? By who?"

She simply huffed in annoyance and replied angrily.

"By that stupid, pathetic excuse for a vampire. I swear on everything that as soon as I see him, I am going to make him regret pissing me off. He's going to be the freaking headless horseman after I'm through with him."

I simply laughed at that. Leslie would say something like that. She merely threw me a glare then began pacing my room. I merely smirked at her and listened to Stefan say.

"Pathetic excuse for a vampire? Who are you talking about? Damon?"

I instantly snarled and replied angrily.

"The only pathetic vampire I know is the one that hunts down Bambi and Thumper for survival!"

Leslie merely glared at me again and snapped.

"Shut up, Damon."

Then she turned to the phone and said sternly.

"You too, Stefan, shut the hell up. Also, no, it wasn't Damon. Damon's more of a vampire than I gave him credit for. No, I meant that dumb*ss Logan, the idiot reporter guy. That moron's a vampire. He's the one that's been attacking people. Although, that's gonna stop as soon as I track him down."

Man... she was pissed. I guess she really doesn't like it when people attack her and piss her off. She had murder written all over her face. She then abruptly turned to glare at me then barked angrily.

"Boo! You got a freaking staring problem? Turn the hell around!"

Yeah, she was definitely pissed off. I simply raised my hands up in surrender and went over to look for some clothes, so I could shower. I then heard Stefan cough loudly. He was obviously trying to hide his laughter. Dumb idiot. Leslie simply turned her attention back to the phone and decided to ignore me. That's when I heard Stefan clear his throat and reply seriously.

"Well, you won't have to look far. He's here at the school."

I turned around and saw Leslie's eyes grow wide with disbelief. She merely gritted her teeth together and replied angrily.

"What? What the hell is he doing there?"

"Working the crowd."

Was Stefan's simple response. Leslie simply nodded then replied.

"Keep an eye on my sister. Make sure he doesn't go anywhere near her. I'll be right there."

I then heard Stefan immediately reply.

"Of course, I'll take care of her. Oh, what are you doing with Damon?"

She merely rolled her eyes and replied.

"I'm waiting for him to hurry up and shower, so we can go after Logan. Logan attacked him too."

There was a pause then Stefan replied.

"I see... Well, I'll be waiting for you, bye."

"Wait a minute, what do you mean "you see"? Stefan? Hello? Hello? Stefan? Why this little punk hung up on me!"

I simply smirked at her then walked into the bathroom. I left the door open on purpose just to see if she would peek inside. Although, as soon as I walked past the doorframe, the door quickly swung shut. I instantly turned around and realised the door was closed. The hell? How had the door shut by itself? Leslie was all the way on the other side of the room. She couldn't have possibly shut it without me seeing her, could she? Maybe it was just the wind. Yeah, the wind. That had to be it.

I quickly stripped off my clothing then slipped into the shower. I adjusted the water to the perfect temperature and let the water fall casually on my head and perfect body. I took a quick shower considering that Leslie may decide to leave without me. I was careful with my hair, though. It takes lots of great care to have hair as perfect as mine. After I was done showering, I changed swiftly and quickly walked out. As soon as I looked up, I noticed Leslie laying face down on my bed focused intently on her phone. She then frowned and said annoyed.

"Oh, come on! Kick his *ss, already! He's just a huge overgrown lizard! He's not that tough!"

I merely stared at her strangely and asked curiously.

"What are you yelling at, Leslie?"

She merely raised a finger up to me telling me to hold up. I simply glared at her finger and replied.

"Hey, don't tell me what..."

"Shut the hell up! I'm watching my favorite show!"

I simply blinked and stared at her weirdly. What the hell was she watching? She then quickly jumped up and yelled.

"Ha, that's what's up! You go Trunks!"

The f*ck? Who the hell was Trunks? She simply smiled at her phone then exited out of whatever she was watching and turned to stare at me. She simply rolled her eyes at me and said.

"You ready?"

I simply nodded then replied.

"Yeah, what the hell were you watching anyways?"

She merely rolled her eyes at me and replied.

"I highly doubt you would know what I like to watch. Or, even understand why I like it. Anyways, lets just go find Logan. I owe that moron a punch in the mouth."

I simply smirked and replied with a nod.

"Agreed, I am going to rip him limb from limb once I see him. No one ruins my John Vervatos and gets away with it."

She simply smiled at me and replied smugly.

"Well, I was the one that ripped it and threw it away. I had to rip it off of you in order to get the bullets out. Then again, it was ruined anyways. It was completely covered with bullet holes and a lot blood. I highly doubt it could've been saved."

I simply stared at her in disbelief and asked curiously.

"Wait, you took the bullets out of me?"

She simply nodded and replied.

"Yeah, you had a lot in your back. So, I got them out with a pocket knife I had. In order for me to actually get to the bullets, I had to rip your shirt from the back. So, if you're mad at me tough sh*t cuz I was just trying to help."

I simply smiled and shook my head at her. She stared at me strangely and asked seriously.

"You're not mad at me?"

I simply smirked at her and replied.

"You helped me out. Why would I be mad at you? You could've just left me there to rot away, but you didn't. Besides, you wouldn't have had to rip my shirt if that imbecil hadn't shot at us."

She stared at me curiously for about ten seconds before she nodded and replied.

"Right, lets go find him already."

She then stood from the bed and began walking towards the door. That's when I heard my phone vibrate and I instantly picked up. I listened carefully to Sheriff's uncontrolled sobs and ranting. Apparently, that imbecil had kidnapped Caroline. Great, just what I needed, a dumb blonde in distress. I assured the sheriff that I would get blondie back and quickly hung up.

I looked over and noticed that Leslie was standing completely frozen with her hands clenched at her sides. Her eyes were flickering between their normal emerald color and a deep violet. I approached her cautiously and asked.

"Leslie, are you o..."

"What did the sheriff say, Damon?"

I simply sighed and replied carefully.

"Logan... He has Caroline."

She clenched her teeth together and simply nodded. She then turned away from me and said angrily.

"Well then... lets go, Damon! That moron has Caroline! Move it!"

I simply blinked at her change in attitude then quickly nodded. We made our way quickly down the stairs and out the door. Leslie was making her way towards her car, but tracking him down by car would be too slow. Therefore, I instantly grabbed her arm and swung her around to where she was riding my back. Hm, that sounded kinky. I thought that she would protest, but instead she threw her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. She held on to me tightly and said.

"Hurry up, Damon! Freaking run!"

I broke out of my shock instantly then took off running. Her hold on me tightened and I simply laughed at her. I then felt her lift her hand up and then come down and strike me in the back of the head. Damn, that actually hurt. I then heard her mumble.

"Laugh at me again, and watch what happens. I'm not in the freaking mood, Damon. So, don't mess with me."

Yeah, she was definitely mad. It was best not to piss her off anymore. I refrained from laughing or making any smart remarks on our way to rescue blondie. As I was running to where I could smell blondie's scent the strongest, I ran into Stefan. He stared at me curiously for about five seconds before he snapped out of it and replied.

"Why did you bring Leslie along, Damon? She could get hurt. Gosh, Damon, I knew you were irresponsible, but I didn't know that..."

That's when I suddenly heard Leslie reply in annoyed tone.

"Shut the hell up, already, Stefan. All you do is nag and complain. Don't you get tired of hearing yourself constantly complain and b*tch about everything? Cuz, I know that I sure am tired of hearing you constantly rant all the time. Just shut up, and lets go find Caroline. She's my main concern right now."

Stefan merely stared at her with his mouth hanging open. Leslie merely disregarded him then clutched on to me and said demandingly.

"Run, Damon."

I simply laughed then looked over at Stefan and said tauntingly.

"Ha, she told you."

Stefan merely glared at me, but didn't reply. I simply smirked then took off running with him right behind me. We were able to find Logan and blondie on the side of the road inside a car. We stopped just a couple of feet away from the car, and I could here him taunting the sheriff. Too bad his little game of cat and mouse was finally nearing its end. I then saw Stefan frown and say obviously.

"There he is."

That's when I felt Leslie lift her head and reply sarcastically.

"No sh*t, Sherlock."

I simply chuckled at her reply. No doubt she was still annoyed and pissed off. Stefan simply sighed then replied.

"Okay, I'll pull Logan out and you be ready to attack him, Damon. As soon as you have him down, I'll get Caroline to safety."

I then felt Leslie shake her head and reply.

"Nah, how about this."

I felt her remove one hand away from me then I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. What was she doing? I then felt her pull something out of her pocket and then move it towards me. I looked back to what she was giving me and instantly smirked. It was a gun! Perfect, just what I needed. Leslie then held on to me again and said.

"How about Stefan gets him out of the car then you shoot him down while I get Caroline out? Then Stefan can take her home. How does that sound?"

I simply smirked at her and replied.

"Perfect. Well you heard her, Stef. Go get him, boy."

I saw him glare at me then mumble something under his breath as he walked away. I was only able to catch the word, "whipped", but other than that I didn't hear what he said. I simply glared at his retreating back, but didn't say anything. I was not whipped by Leslie. She had simply made up a good plan and I had agreed with her. How was that being whipped? If one of us was whipped it was him. His little girlfriend did whatever she wanted and he just followed her like a lost puppy. Pathetic.

I walked closely behind him with Leslie still on my back. As soon as we got closer, I slowly placed Leslie down on the floor. I watched as she slowly made her way towards the passenger side of the car. I had to admit she was good at being sneaky. We had to wait for the right moment to move, or else blondie would end up with a broken neck. We waited for about five seconds when Stefan instantly dashed to the driver's side of the car and pulled Logan out. As soon as he was on the floor, I immediately pulled out the gun and shot him down. I looked over to the side and saw Leslie quickly pull blondie out of the car.

I simply smirked down at him and said smugly.

"Payback's a bitch, isn't it?"

He simply screamed in agony as I shot him again. That's what the bastard gets. Out the corner of my eye, I saw Leslie hand over Caroline to Stefan. As long as Leslie was alright, I was good to torture this imbecile all I wanted. I looked back down at him and smirked. Then I heard someone approaching me, so I decided to look over. It was Leslie, and she was holding out a phone to me. I quickly took it and asked her who it was. Leslie simply shrugged and replied.

"The sheriff."

I placed the phone to my ear without taking my eyes off of Logan. I simply sighed and said casually.

"Sheriff, it's Damon."

I heard her sigh then ask quickly.

"Where's Caroline?"

I merely rolled my eyes and replied.

"She's fine. I'm on Elm Street."

With that, I hung up then heard Leslie laugh and reply.

"The street name is quite suiting."

I simply frowned at her. What was she...? Oh, she meant that one movie. What was it called? ... Oh, yeah, A Nightmare on Elm Street. Pfff, that movie wasn't even scary. What was about to happen here would be a lot scarier than that movie. With that in mind, I walked over to the car and pulled out a nice, long tire-iron from the back seat. I swung it casually from side to side. Then I walked back to where Logan was on the floor and asked with a sneer.

"We're going to try this one more time. Who turned you?"

He simply stared back at me and replied.

"I told you, I don't know."

I merely shrugged then replied casually.

"This tire-iron will take your head clean off. Is that your final answer?"

I then heard Leslie step closer and ask curiously.

"Are you serious? That can take out his head?"

I simply smirked and replied.

"Of course, it can. With a descent amount of force his head would fly a good couple of yards away."

I looked over at her and saw she had a very intrigued look on her face. She simply nodded at me then said.

"Interesting."

Then I heard Logan shift, and I immediately looked over at him. He simply glared at me and snarled.

"How can you side with them?"

I simply glared at him and growled back.

"I don't side with anyone. You pissed me off. I want you dead."

I simply heard Leslie laugh lightly then approach Logan. She simply tilted her head to the side and stared directly at him. She glared at him then said menacingly.

"You have not only pissed him off, but you pissed me off as well. I give you my word that you will not live to see tomorrow. Whether it be by Damon's hands or mine, I assure you that you will die tonight."

I think I actually felt my skin crawl with the tone of voice she was using. She sounded so cold, so devoid of any emotion that it was actually pretty scary. She made all of those actresses that played psycho killers seem sane. It was actually pretty hot. I simply smirked as I watched the look of pure terror cross Logan's face. He obviously knew that she wasn't kidding, and that she meant every single thing she said. I watched how she slowly moved away from him and leaned casually against the car. I merely smiled at her then turned to Logan and said.

"Now, you did it. I may not kill you, if you tell me who turned you."

I made sure to put the emphasis on the I. I couldn't speak for Leslie. Something told me that she wasn't going to let him live even if he talked. He merely glared at me and snapped.

"I don't know."

I simply smirked and replied.

"Oh well, you're screwed."

Hm, it appeared that I was going to send him to hell. I lifted the tire-iron and was about to swing, when he instantly yelled.

"No! Wait! I do know! I do know!"

I simply glared at him and replied.

"You're lying."

He immediately shook his head and replied quickly.

"You think you're the only one who wants to get into that tomb?"

That instantly caught my interest. If there was someone else trying to get in the church, then maybe they would be able to help me open it and get Katherine out. I had no doubt lost the necklace, but maybe there was still hope. I then heard Leslie reply casually.

"Don't listen to him, Damon. He's lying in order for you to spare him. Just send him to hell, already."

I merely raised my hand towards her telling her to let me think. Then I instantly her heard her growl at me then say.

"You're not only stupid, but you're pathetic too. Kill him, already."

I simply ignored her then looked over at him and said sternly.

"If you're lying to me, I will end you."

I saw him instantly shake his head and reply.

"I am not lying. There is another way to break the spell. We can help you."

Out in the distance, I could hear the sounds of sirens approaching. What to do? What to do? Should I trust him? Maybe this was my only chance to get Katherine back. Why would I let it escape me? That's when I made up my mind. I was going to listen to him. He seemed to realize my resolve, and he instantly smiled. He slowly rose to his feet and said seriously.

"Meet me at the old church."

That's when I suddenly heard Leslie say.

"Hey."

I looked over and realised she was now standing next to Logan. He turned abruptly towards her and said angrily.

"What!"

She merely kept her eyes on him and replied calmly.

"Batter."

He frowned and stared at her with a confused look on his face then said.

"What?"

She remained completely calm and repeated again.

"Batter."

He then backed away from her and replied totally confused.

"What the hell are you talking about? You're nuts!"

With that, Leslie simply gave him an evil smirk and quickly replied.

"Swing!"

With that, she lifted the tire-iron that I had left on the floor and swung directly at him. With one quick and swift movement she made his head fly off his body. Blood splatered everywhere and fell all over her face and body. His head went flying several feet away and his body fell at her feet. She merely kicked it away from her and said coldly.

"I told you, you would die tonight, and I always keep my word."

She then turned towards me and I finally noticed that her face was completely covered with blood. Her jacket and shirt were soaked with blood as well. I saw how she slowly lifted her hand and wiped some of the blood away from her nose and eyes. She wasn't even shaking or crying over what she had just done. That's when I stared into her eyes and realised they were a fiery violet. The scary thing was that there was no emotion behind those flames. No remorse, no compassion, nothing. Wow... I really had no idea of what to think now.

Leslie simply regarded me coldly then said.

"I told you to kill him, and you let your stupid emotions get in the way. You're pathetic."

Then I suddenly heard the sound of a car door slam and feet approaching us. The sheriff instantly came towards me and said.

"Where is she?"

I simply blinked and tried to remember who exactly she was talking about. Then it instantly clicked and I replied almost robotically.

"She's okay. My brother took her home."

The sheriff instantly nodded then looked over my shoulder and her eyes grew wide in horror. She instantly ran past me and immediately yelled.

"Oh my God! Leslie, are you okay? Hold on, let me call an ambulance. Tell me what happened!"

I turned around and saw the sheriff talking in her radio. She was holding onto Leslie's hand not keeping her eyes off her. Leslie merely took a deep breath and replied calmly.

"I... I killed him."

The sheriff instantly froze and released her radio. She stared directly at Leslie and replied.

"What do you mean? Who did you kill?"

Leslie merely turned around and pointed to Logan's decapitated corpse. The sheriff then clung to Leslie tighter and replied.

"You... you did this?"

Leslie nodded and replied calmly.

"I was helping Damon save Caroline and he tried to bite me. So, I picked up the tire-iron and I just swung. I didn't realize that I would..."

With that, Leslie trailed off and didn't continue. The sheriff simply nodded then turned Leslie around to face her and said sternly.

"Listen to me, Leslie. This never happened. You didn't kill Logan, and don't tell anyone you did. Also, don't tell anyone about what he was. Do you understand?"

Leslie simply blinked at her and replied automatically.

"Of course, I don't know anything."

P.S. Everyone should also thank my little sister for saying that Damon deserved a second chance. It was her idea. :)