A/N: A very special person to me (my little sister) has a very wise and true saying. This is what she says, "I LET MY HATERS BE MY MOTIVATORS!" So, to the anonymous reviewer that completely hates Leslie. All I've got to say is, if you don't like her then that's cool because everyone is entitled to have their own opinion. There are very valid reasons as to why Leslie is the way she is. If her father taking her away from EVERYTHING and EVERYONE she ever cared about, turning her into an emotionless monster, training her until she cried, and being attacked by a psychotic vampire isn't enough then I'll make sure to give more details sooner. Also, if you hate Leslie so much then don't read my story. I'm just saying. To everyone else ... YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING AND THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH LOYAL FANS!

*HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIANA! HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries, 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 38

(Leslie's POV)

I killed him. I killed Logan. How ... interesting. You would think I would be freaking out by now. The truth was that I was merely watching the sheriff and other officers take the body away. Did I feel bad about sending him to hell? Not even a tiny bit. Why? Because when my nocturnal side took over I didn't care or feel for anything. I was simply an emotionless person. I was what people would deem ... an alien. How ironic. I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of Damon saying.

"You killed him."

I merely looked at him from the corner of my eye and replied.

"I did what your stupid emotions didn't allow you to do. You were blinded by a fake possibility that you would find happiness. Trust me Damon, this moron wasn't going to help you. As soon as you would've released him, he would've taken off and maybe attacked you again. This is what I've been taught, "Never trust those who have once tried to take revenge on you. You have a 99.9% chance of getting killed that way." If you're so desperate to find your little skank, I'll help you out."

I saw how his head instantly snapped up and he immediately replied.

"You would do that for me?"

I merely shrugged and replied.

"Why not? I think I may be able to convince my dad to give me the necklace and find a witch to help us out."

He stared at me curiously then asked.

"Why?"

I merely turned to look directly at him and replied with a small sigh.

"Why not? If you like being played out and manipulated; then who am I to stop you? That's your deal. Besides, this just might help both of us out."

"And why is that?"

I merely took a deep breath and replied.

"Because once you're with her, you might finally act like a normal person. The way I see it, if your little tramp is here then you might be happier and the deaths around here might stop. A happy vampire is a good vampire. At least, that's what I'm hoping for. I just cleared the city of one psychopath, the less there are, the better. All of this killing people and turning people into vampires is getting out of hand. It's got to stop."

He merely stared at me for what seemed like an eternity then replied with a smirk.

"So, you're that desperate to get rid of me, Leslie? You do know that I'm not going to turn you in for killing that dick, right?"

I merely closed my eyes and replied tiredly.

"Damon, this isn't funny. Whether you believe me or not is none of my business, but this is barely my second murder."

"Do you regret it?"

I stayed silent for a couple of seconds then replied honestly.

"No."

He simply moved to stand right infront of me and lifted his hand slightly in the air. If he was thinking of hitting me, he'd better think twice about it. I was so not in the mood for a fight. Although, I was completely surprised when I felt him place his finger near my eyelid and wipe some of the blood off of me. I stood stock still and didn't move a bit. What was he doing? Was he cleaning my face off? He then lowered his hand gently towards my cheek and removed the blood off with his thumb. I merely stared at him and was about to ask him what he was doing. When he interrupted me and stated.

"You're quite the killer, Leslie. The color red suits you. I've got to say that I'm impressed. I find it a bit difficut to believe this is barely your second murder. Who was your first?"

Where did that come from? I merely blinked up at him and replied seriously.

"Another vampire. He attacked me and Elena about two years ago. We were barely attempting to live on our own and we decided to stop for a bit in London. We were coming from a museum when he attacked us and pulled us into an alley. Since, Elena was the one that was crying and making a big deal out of things, he decided she should die first."

He merely removed his hand from my face then asked curiously.

"What happened after that?"

I merely looked directly at him and replied honestly.

"I'm not really sure. The only thing I could fully think of was saving my sister. One minute he had her by the hair, then the next he was on the floor with a board stuck right through him. Based on what Elena told me, I think I attacked him from behind and he tried to come at me, but I killed him with the board. I'm not really sure about what I did exactly. All I know is that I killed him, and to be completely honest; I have no regrets."

He merely smirked at me and replied.

"You shouldn't, he attacked you first. This is a kill or be killed world."

I simply stared at him curiously then replied.

"I guess. Anyway, can you take me back to your house? I have to go get my car."

He merely smirked and replied.

"And here I thought you wanted to go, so we could have a nice night in my bed together."

I merely sighed and replied.

"Damon, has anyone ever told you that you're a disgusting perv?"

He simply winked at me and replied.

"No, actually, but many women have called me master when they're withering underneath me and about to ... "

I instantly placed my hands over my ears and said.

"La, la, la, can't hear you! What? Can't hear you!"

He smirked at me then simply stopped talking. Gosh, what a perv. I didn't want to hear about his disgusting sex life. That wasn't any of my business. What was his deal? Was he trying to traumatize me for the rest of my life? Now that I thought of it, I kinda pitied my big bro. Damon could be such a douche sometimes. I simply shook my head and lowered my hands away from my ears. I fixed him with a small glare and replied.

"You are a nasty perv, and it's a freaking miracle you haven't caught anything yet."

He merely chuckled and replied.

"I'm a vampire. I can't even catch a cold."

I simply folded my arms across my chest and looked the other way. Damon was such a nasty cochino. Yes, I did just call him a pig. Seriously, how could he be so freaking smug? I merely looked back at him then said.

"So, are you going to take me back? If not, then I'll just start walking. I really don't mind."

He merely moved closer to me and tried pulling my hands away from where I had them folded. I stayed stubbornly in my spot and refused to move even an inch. He laughed at my stubborness and said.

"Hm, I don't think that would be such a good idea. There is obviously another vampire in town. So, walking alone down this deserted road doesn't sound too smart."

I merely looked up at him annoyed and replied.

"Are you taking me or not? I have to get my stuff ready for OCS tomorrow."

He merely tilted his head to the side in curiuosity and asked.

"What's that?"

I simply rolled my eyes and replied.

"On Campus Suspension, I have to serve it because I ditched detention and because the principal's a sot."

He gave me one of his trademark smirks and said.

"I could just compel the principal to let you off the hook, you know?"

I slowly lowered my arms and passed my hand lightly through my hair then replied.

"That'd be awesome, but my Aunt Jenna already knows I have to serve it and if I magically don't have to go, she'll tell my dad. Then my dad will start a bunch of drama and he'll make them give me even more time. He's a douche like that."

Damon simply frowned then replied.

"No, he's a dick."

I merely laughed and replied.

"So, you've met him more frequently?"

He narrowed his eyes and stated sourly.

"Unfortunately."

I merely smirked and replied.

"He's weird, right?"

Damon nodded then said.

"He likes to say a bunch of crap that doesn't make sense. Why the hell is that?"

I simply shrugged and replied nonchalantly.

"Who knows? He's weird like that. Although, based on previous experiences, it usually has something to do with a plan he has in mind."

Damon simply nodded then asked suddenly.

"Speaking of which, are you seriously going to stop trying to figure out what he's planning? Or, did you just say that?"

I simply narrowed my eyes and replied seriously.

"You know what he said. If I get involved then my Nana Elma will get involved. You may not know her, and believe me when I say that's a good thing. You don't want to know her. She makes me look that the sweetest person on the planet. She shows no mercy or compassion to those that anger her. I've seen her mad and it's not a pretty sight. So, to answer your question. I am minding my own damn business and staying the hell out of his way. The further she is away from me the better."

Damon merely tilted his head slightly to the side then said smugly.

"You're afraid of her, aren't you?"

I merely glared at him then stated seriously.

"It's not that I'm afraid of her. It's that I actually have a sense of self-preservation when it comes to her. I'm not even kidding, she's scary. The reason why she is scary is because when she wants to kill you she never gives a direct attack. She's the type of person that kills you slowly without you knowing. She wants you to feel the pain and suffer. That's what makes her so feared by everyone."

Damon merely smirked and said.

"You just clearly stated that you're afraid of her, Leslie."

I merely pressed my teeth together and didn't reply to that. Okay, so I was afraid of my grandmother, but who wasn't? If people thought I was messed up, they would definitely rethink that after meeting her. Damon brought me out of my thoughts by saying.

"Although, I can kinda understand why you're afraid of her. She sounds like she's a bit messed up in the head."

Thank you! Finally, I'm not the only one that thinks that. She's nuts! Although, I would never have the guts to say that to her face. Now way! I would much rather drink coffee for an entire week straight than say that to her, and coffee was something I truly hated. It always makes me vomit and get extremely sick. I merely sighed then said.

"Okay, enough about my wierdo family. Are you taking me to your house, or what?"

Damon simply leaned back away from me and folded his arms across his chest. He then gave me a full out smirk and replied.

"Or what, is the question."

I merely narrowed my eyes at him then replied annoyed.

"That's it, I'm walking."

With that, I turned away from him and began walking down the street mumbling to myself. Freaking perv, jerk, douche-bag, man-whore, and other words not suitable for children were streaming from my mouth. Why did Damon always have to be such a perv? Oh right, he's Damon Salvatore. He wouldn't be Damon Salvatore if he didn't act like that.

The night was actually pretty cold and I had forgotten my jacket back in Damon's room. I merely sighed and wrapped my arms around myself. This was going to be a very long night. I was taken out of my thoughts by a pair of arms wrapping around my waist from behind me. I was about to send a powerful shockwave straight to their brain when I heard Damon say.

"You want to say all of those things to my face?"

With that, he spun me around so I could stare directly at him. He had a smug smile on his face, while I merely glared at him. I tried pulling myself away from his arms, but it was useless. I merely pressed my lips together and didn't reply. He simply smirked and replied tauntingly.

"What? Cat got your tongue? What happened to the feisty, little kitten that says what she wants?"

Okay, he asked for it. I merely glared at him and replied annoyed.

"You're a nasty freaking perv, jerk, douche-bag, man-whore, and other words I'm not supposed to say cuz my mom would bust my mouth! Also, don't freaking call me kitten! You're not my friend!"

I saw how he actually flinched at the last one. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have said that one. Damon had never had a friend and I was the first person to ever give him a chance. I was his first true friend and now I was telling him he wasn't my friend. I wasn't exactly lying, since he still had to regain my trust, but still. I shouldn't have said it so bluntly.

I took a deep breath then said seriously.

"Listen, Damon, I didn't mean to say it like that. I just meant that ... "

"Don't worry about it, it's true. I let you down and I have to regain your trust again. I would do the same if the situation were reversed."

I merely sighed then replied honestly.

"If it's worth anything, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it like that. That was harsh."

He simply nodded then smirked and replied.

"Well, I'll consider forgiving you if you stay the night with me and let me ... "

I merely rolled my eyes and began walking away again. I heard him chuckle from behind me and begin walking towards me. So, he was going to walk with me all the way to his house just so he could annoy me? Well isn't that original. I simply continued on walking without saying anything. Hopefully, he would get bored and run away to go bother someone else. Just like I predicted, I heard him groan and say.

"This is boring."

I didn't reply to that. Then I heard him say again.

"I'm hungry."

I didn't say anything to that and simply kept on walking. We passed by what appeared to be a very nice house, and I noticed two girls from my school sneaking out the side window. Hm, their dad was sure not going to like that. I wonder what he would do when he found out his angels were sneaking out? They both had a reputation of being very nice and obedient girls. How interesting. I then heard Damon say.

"Maybe I'll unbore myself and have a nice snack at the same time."

I didn't reply to that either and simply walked right past the house. That's when I suddenly heard a low growl from behind me and I saw something flash infront of me. I merely stopped and looked up to see an extremely annoyed Damon glaring at me. I merely raised my eyebrows and asked.

"Is there a problem?"

He bared his fangs at me then stated.

"I just said that I was going to kill those two girls and you act like you don't even care."

I merely tilted my head to the side and asked.

"Am I supposed to care?"

He frowned at that then replied almost confusedly.

"Well most people would. I know Saint Stefan would be thinking of ways on how to convince me to leave them alone. Or, at least how to take me down."

I simply rolled my eyes and replied.

"Answer me something; if I told you not to kill them, would you listen?"

"No."

I then shook my head and replied with a small smile.

"That's the point I'm trying to make. Telling you not to do something doesn't work. You do what you want and don't care what other people say. Even if I told you I would kick you in the face, you would still go kill them. You'd do it just to prove to me that I don't control you and that you can do whatever you want."

Damon merely raised his eyebrows at me in amazement then replied.

"You do know me well. I thought all of that stuff about studying people was a load a crap. You were serious. You actually do study the people that are your friends."

I gave him a slight nod then continued saying.

"Not only that, but what are you? You're a vampire. Animals eat plants. Humans eat animals. Vampires eat humans. It's not rocket science. Well, you don't techinically eat humans. You just drink the blood, but still. Besides, if you want the human to live then you just compel them, and they go about their normal, happy life. It's up to the vampire if the human lives or dies. Whatever, though, all I'm saying is that I'm not going to try stopping you from doing what you got to do to survive. So, do what you got to do."

With that, I moved around him and continued walking down the street. I was completely serious with everything I had told him. Damon didn't like being told what to do. He was the type of person that would go ahead and do what you told him not to, just to piss you off. I was taken out of my thoughts by Damon grabbing me from behind and swinging me around to ride on his back. I instantly wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on tight.

He made a quick turn and sped quickly through the forest. Before I could count to three, we were already outside The Boarding House. Dang, he was fast. It was probably due to all the human blood. I carefully climbed off his back and pulled out my car keys. I then turned towards Damon and realized he was standing directly infront of me. I merely sighed then said.

"Apparently you forgot that personal space was one of the conditions you had, when you were trying to be my friend the first time."

He simply smirked at me and replied.

"Guess, I have a sucky memory."

I actually laughed at that then said.

"It's like we're trying to be friends all over again."

"Well isn't that what I'm supposed to do? Become your friend again?"

I smiled slightly at that then replied.

"What I meant to say is that this is sort of like deja-vu for me. Like back when I was messing with you about me having a bad memory and when you were trying to "seduce" me."

I then looked up towards the sky and said.

"Those were better times. We weren't exactly friends yet, but I didn't exactly not like you. I was cautious of you, but I didn't have any ill feelings towards you."

He then moved closer to me and grabbed my chin lightly. He then stared directly into my eyes and asked seriously.

"Do you have ill feelings towards me now?"

I stared back at him and said.

"The truth?"

He gave a slight nod and kept his eyes locked on mine. I merely sighed and replied honestly.

"I wouldn't call them ill feelings. I didn't exactly word that right. It's more like ... How do I say this? ... Like distrust? It's like ... I feel like I have to always watch my back with you. I was actually hesitant about even giving you a second chance. I know that I've always given people second chances, but you. You're different. I was cautious of you at first. Now, now I'm just watching you, waiting for you to attack me."

He then opened his mouth as if to say something, but I instantly interrupted him and said.

"Although, I don't believe in second chances for no reason. There have been people that failed me once, but later proved to be really good, trustworthy friends. Sometimes people just need that second chance to prove that they're actually good friends. So, don't trip. I still have a little faith in you. Besides, if I learned anything from my therapist. It's that people are the way they are for a reason, and based on what Stefan's told me about you. You have a tank load of reasons to be the way you are."

I then removed his hand away from my chin and stated honestly.

"So, we're good. Just be yourself and don't worry so much about what I think. Remember, only you can be you. You're perfect the way you are, so don't change that. That's the reason I liked you in the first place."

I simply gave him a small smile then walked away towards my car. I pressed the small button on my car keys and the door slowly slid up. I was about to climb inside when I was instantly grabbed from behind and slammed against the hood. You would think he'd be glad with everything I just told him, apparently not. I merely sighed then said annoyed.

"Okay, what is it now? Seriously, Damon, what do you want from me? I healed you when you got shot, I forgave that stupid, big mouth of yours, I gave you a second chance to be my friend, and I just told you that I like you just the way you are. What else can you possibly want from me? What the hell else can I give you? I have nothing left. So, please enlighten me as to why you are so ticked off. Because, honestly, I'm all out of ideas."

He merely glared down at me then replied almost desperately.

"This ... this isn't how you're supposed to be."

I merely frowned in confusion and asked.

"What?"

He merely closed his eyes and stated carefully.

"You ... you're not supposed to like me. I'm a monster, a killer. You should hate me. You should be disgusted by me. You should want to kill me and hope I burn for all eternity. That's how you're supposed to feel. That's how a normal person is supposed to feel."

I actually smiled at that then replied honestly.

"Well, I guess I'm not a normal person then."

He then opened his eyes to glare down at me. He narrowed his eyes slightly and replied seriously.

"This isn't a joke, Leslie."

"I never said it was."

He then rolled his eyes and said.

"There you go again. Trying to be funny when I'm trying to make a point."

I merely sighed then replied.

"Well, what do you want me to do, Damon? I can't hate you just because ..."

"Yes, you can. Many people do."

I then narrowed my eyes at him and stated firmly.

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm a non-conformist. Just because "many people" go jump off a bridge that doesn't mean I'm gonna be an idiot and jump too. I don't give a flying fish what "many people" say, or think about you. You're cool with me, so they can just take their conformist asses to hell. I mean, really, since when do I give a flying f*ck about what people think?"

He stared at me with his mouth slightly agape then replied with tone of disbelief.

"Do you really believe all that?"

I instantly nodded and replied.

"Yeah, I do. That's why I don't understand why you're tripping. Like, are you for reals? That's got to be the dumbest reason to get mad at someone. Just because they like you for who you are? You're gonna get ticked off about that? What planet are you from?"

He actually smiled at that then said.

"The same one you're from."

I actually laughed at that one and replied.

"I highly doubt that."

I claimed that because I was technically from two different planets and from two different Solar Systems. I wasn't going to tell him that, but I still found it kinda funny. I merely smiled then said.

"Seriously, though, quit tripping over dumb stuff and go take a nap or something. I have to get home and ask Elena for a white shirt she can let me borrow. I have OCS tomorrow and I don't have even one plain white shirt."

He slowly moved away from on top of me and smirked. Then folded his arms across his chest and stated smugly.

"I could easily fix that, you know? Just tell me who has to die and you won't have to go. Problem solved."

I merely rolled eyes and replied.

"You do know that killing people doesn't solve all of people's problems?"

"Sure it does. How do you think the North won the Civil War back in 1865? By talking it over in a nice tea party?"

I simply sighed then passed my hand roughly through my hair. Why did he have to be so damn stubborn? Oh yeah, he was Damon Salvatore. What type of question was that? I merely shook my head and moved to get back in my car. That's when I suddenly heard the screech of car tires.

I instantly looked up and saw an unfamiliar car approaching the boarding house. Who was it? The next thing I saw made me want to vomit all of my lunch. Was she trying to eat his face off?

Elena was full out making out with Stefan. While he was driving! The f*ck? Stefan instantly stopped the car not even bothering to park it right. He then pulled her straight out and continued making out with her. He was walking her backwards towards the house without removing his lips from hers. Were they ... ? I didn't even want to know.

Although, if they were going to do what I thought they were going to. Then I truly hoped Elena was sure of Stefan, considering that this would be her first time. Yeah, believe it or not Elena was a virgin. She claimed she wouldn't do 'it' until she found the right guy. Apparently, she found him. Oh well, that's none of my business. It's her body. I merely shrugged and turned the other way around.

Oh crud! She was probably going to stay the night here and I needed a shirt! Therefore, I instantly turned around and yelled.

"Elena! I need a shirt! Can I get one from your closet?"

She simply moved one hand away from around Stefan's neck and waved me off. Did that mean yes? Well, she didn't exactly say no. So, I guess it's cool to get a shirt. I merely nodded then yelled with a smirk.

"Thanks! Oh and ... have fun!"

I noticed how Elena immediately wrapped her arms around him and pulled him more quickly towards the house. I simply laughed at her then turned around towards my car. I was about to get in when Damon stopped me by grabbing a hold of my arm. I merely sighed then said.

"What? What is it now?"

He merely smirked and replied.

"Good night, Leslie."

I simply nodded then said.

"Night, Damon."

With that, I quickly slipped inside my car and turned on the engine. I carefully drove out the driveway and down the street. I decided to turn on my radio and listen to some relaxing music. Today, had been a very stressful day. Speaking of today, I wonder if Elena even noticed that I was all covered in blood. Probably not, considering she was busy at the moment.

I actually smiled at that then continued driving down the road. Hopefully my dad wouldn't be home. There was no doubt in my mind that he would immediately begin to mess with me if he saw me like this. My Aunt Jenna would more than likely have a stroke if she saw me.

I slowly pulled up the drive and carefully parked my car next to my dad's. I carefully slipped out and walked up towards the porch. Before I could even open the door, someone instantly swung it open for me. I simply blinked and stared up at my Aunt Jenna. She looked at me with a stern look in her eyes and said.

"Leslie Marie Gilbert, where on earth have you been? And ... oh my God! Is that blood!"

Crud! Crud! Crud! I had to think of something fast! I instantly wiped some of the blood away from my cheek and replied calmly.

"Um, I was helping a friend of mine paint his garage. This is just paint."

Wow, I actually sounded for real when I said that. Then all of a sudden, I felt a change in the air. Fish! I instantly heard a taunting voice say.

"Really, Leslie? Paint, you say? Hm, that appears to be a very interesting shade of red. Where did you acquire it?"

That annoying jerk! He already knew! I didn't know how, but he knew! I looked up towards the staircase and saw my dad standing at the top of the stairs with a huge smirk on his face. I simply glared at him and replied annoyed.

"It's bloody red, and I don't know where my friend got the paint from."

He simply walked down the stairs and replied casually.

"Is that so? How interesting. So, who was this friend you helped out?"

Damn him! Damn him straight to hell! That's when an idea struck me. I simply pressed my lips together in a small smile then replied smugly.

"Damon. Damon, wanted me to help him paint something. If you don't believe me, you can call him."

With that, I noticed how my dad instantly stopped walking down the stairs and glared down at me. I simply smirked at him then turned to my Aunt Jenna and said.

"I'm serious, Aunt Jenna. Go ahead and call him. He'll tell you I'm telling the truth."

I then gave her a sweet smile and motioned for her to call him. From the corner of my eye, I could see my dad still glaring down at me. Hey, I would be mad too if my plan to annoy someone backfired. My dad knew that Damon would back me up if my Aunt Jenna called him. That's why I decided that saying Damon and I had been together would be a great idea. Damon wouldn't turn his back on me, since he was trying to be cool with me again.

My Aunt Jenna simply smiled back at me then patted my head and said.

"Of course, I believe you, Leslie. I don't have to call anyone to know that you're being honest. Now, go up to your room and take a shower. Oh, and you might want to get rid of those clothes. I highly doubt that paint can be removed."

I simply smiled back at her then walked towards the stairs. I gave my dad a full out taunting smirk and whispered quietly.

"You should know better than trying to annoy me, dad. You never know when I may flip it around."

He simply turned to give me a glare and continued down the stairs. I merely laughed at that then walked up to my room. As soon as I shut my door, I heard my Aunt Jenna say sternly.

"Zackery! Where do you think you're going? Come here, this instant!"

I heard a very faint, "f*ck", and the sound of a door close. I leaned casually against my door and listened intently to my Aunt Jenna whisper slightly loud.

"I can not believe you, Zackery! Leslie is probably very tired from helping her friend, and you think it's funny to try annoying her? What is your problem? She is your daughter and instead of being concerned about her health, considering she is very sick, you decide annoying her is better."

I then heard my dad reply almost annoyed.

"Believe me, Jenna, Leslie doesn't need anyone to be concerned about her. She is more than capable of taking care of herself. She doesn't need protecting. She is growing into a fine, young woman with great independent qualities."

I instantly heard my Aunt Jenna reply sternly.

"Don't you be throwing that crap at me, Zackery. I am not Miranda. You are not going to simply placate me by throwing that nonsense. Your daughter is sick and you think it's a joke. I swear to you that if anything happens to my niece, I will personally make your life a living hell. I do not care what Miranda, Scarlett, mother, or anyone else says. You better straighten up that taunting attitude towards her. God forbid, she has some sort of attack or something just because you're trying to be funny."

Aw! My Aunt Jenna was such a doll. She really did care about me. I then heard my dad reply casually.

"Very well, I'll leave Leslie alone. Since, she is very sick. "

I noticed how he put a slight emphasis on the word, sick, and I actually laughed at that. I simply moved away from the door and walked towards my closet in search of some clothing. I decided to wear a pair of black sweat plants and red shirt to sleep in. I wasn't really in the mood to wear a night gown or pajamas.

I carefully picked out my undergarments and took my clothing into the bathroom. I then took a long warm shower and washed my body and face completely of blood. It was quite revolting to have that douche-bag's blood on me. He was a pathetic idiot. I was glad I sent him to hell.

I finished washing myself completely and finally took a normal shower. Once I was done, I stepped out of the shower and changed quickly into my clothes. Then I wrapped a red towel in my hair. As I was leaving the bathroom, I slipped on my favorite black house shoes and walked calmly towards my room.

As I was passing by my drawer, I noticed my sketch book lying there. I stopped suddenly and decided to pick it up. I opened it up and turned it to the page of my Bestie. Hm, I hadn't seen him in such a long time. Did crows migrate? Maybe he got married or something. No, crows don't get married. Do they? Huh, I was going to have to look that up. Truth be told, I really didn't know much about animals.

I merely sighed then carefully pulled out the drawing I had made of him. Damon had certainly liked it. I really didn't think it was that good, though. Everyone always told me I was a great artist, but I really didn't think much of it. I sighed then placed the drawing on my bed. I was definitely going to preserve that. Just in case I never saw him again. That was kinda messed up, though. He left without even saying goodbye.

I simply shook my head and left my room towards the attic in search of a frame. The attic had been carefully constructed to only allow members of my family inside. Why my dad had made it in such a way was beyond me. I quickly reached the attic door and placed my hand over the identificator. I then heard a robotic voice say.

"State your full name and current location."

I merely sighed and replied.

"Leslie Marie Gilbert. Mystic Falls, Virginia."

"Access Granted."

I merely glared up at the security camera and flipped it the bird. I truly hoped my dad reviewed that tape soon. Having a security system just for an attic was stupid. It's not like we had four hundred pounds of gold in there. Well, we did have a bunch of old archeological artifacts from like four thousand years ago.

Okay, maybe it wasn't stupid to have the system. I would bet my entire bank account that the majority of the artifacts my dad possesed were priceless. The majority of things he had stored in there were actually inside glass cases. It was like a miniature museum slash storage closet. Being completely honest, the attic wasn't really even an attic. It was more like an entire room filled with personal items. We called it the attic because it was on the top floor and we really didn't go there.

I stepped carefully inside and walked towards the left side of the room. I searched through a box that was lying on the table and found a frame that I thought would be perfect for my drawing. I carefully pulled it out and walked back towards the door. As I was passing by, what I assumed was some Ancient Egyptian jewelry, I noticed it was actually Bonnie's necklace.

The necklace! I had told Damon I would ask my dad for it. Although, seeing as I had just pissed him off, I highly doubted he would let me have it. I was also NOT going to steal it. I had been raised better than that. Never steal from family, or anyone for that matter. Stealing was wrong. I simply sighed and began thinking of a plan. I had to get my dad to let me at least borrow the necklace.

I was taken out of my thoughts by the sound of someone clearing their throat. I looked up and realized my dad was leaning casually against the door frame. I simply blinked at him then said.

"How long have you been standing there?"

He merely stared up at the ceiling and replied.

"Long enough to know that your mother and grandmother raised you well."

I gave him a slight nod then looked back down at the necklace. I had to say something. I had to convince him to let me borrow it. If he didn't want to give it to me then that was fine. I'd just borrow it then give it right back to him. I turned towards him and was just about to say something. When he interrupted me and stated in the most serious voice I had ever heard him use.

"She's not in there."

What? I merely stared at him with a look of pure confusion stretched out on my face and asked.

"What are you talking about?"

He simply turned to look directly at me then stated seriously.

"Just tell Damon she's not in the tomb. He should know what that means."

With that, he quickly turned around and walked out the door. She's not in there? What did that mean? Who was she? I knew I was missing something very important here. I just didn't remember what. I merely sighed then walked out the door with the frame. As soon as I stepped out, the door automatically shut behind me and the robotic voice said.

"Area Secure."

Stupid annoying robot voice. I merely glared back at the door and walked back towards my room. As soon as I reached my room, I carefully opened up the frame and placed my drawing in it. I then walked over to an empty spot in my wall and hung it on one of my nails. Well, that was good. I could finally lay down and get some rest. Today was such a messed up day.

I carefully pulled up my covers and easily slipped inside. I simply closed my eyes and waited for sleep to find me. I was slowly drifting off to dreamland, when I heard the sound of my phone ring. I groaned and decided to ignore it.

It rang and rang, until they were finally sent to voicemail. I simply gave a happy sigh then snuggled more comfortably in the covers. Finally, peace and q ... Stupid phone! I slowly lifted myself out of bed and made my way towards my jacket. I dug quickly through the pockets then answered in an annoyed tone.

"What! What is it! I'm trying to sleep here!"

"Um, hi, Leslie. Sorry for waking you."

James. Gosh, with so much going on I had forgotten all about him. I merely rolled my eyes then replied.

"James, I am going to kill you in your sleep tonight. What on earth is your problem? Why are you calling me so late in the night?"

I then heard him laugh nervously and reply.

"Well, I haven't seen you in a while and I was wondering if you were alright."

I simply passed my head lightly through my hair and replied.

"I'm fine, James. I've just been busy. How ... how have you been?"

Well, that came out weird. I wasn't exactly used to having conversations with guys over the phone. I talked to Damon like once or twice and we didn't exactly talk. It was more of me mocking him and telling him off. I then heard James reply almost instantly.

"Well, I've been great actually."

I merely nodded then replied.

"That's good to hear."

"Thanks."

I simply replied.

"Hm, welcome."

After that, there was an awkward silence.

" ... "

" ... "

I was beginning to fall asleep standing up, so I decided to speak.

"So, was there another reason you called?"

There was a light pause then I heard him say.

"Um, well, no, I mean ... yes! Wait ... no! I mean ... I just ..."

I merely sighed in exasperation and replied annoyed.

"Just spill it out, James."

"WILL YOU BE IN THE TALENT SHOW WITH ME!"

LONG awkward silence.

" ... "

" ... "

" ... "

" ... "

I then heard the sound of a gasp and I heard him instantly say.

"I ... THAT'S NOT ... I DIDN'T MEAN TO ... OH CRUD! LESLIE, I'M DUMB! JUST IGNORE ... "

I merely smiled and replied sincerely.

"I'll do it."

I heard how he immediately stopped talking then stayed silent. I merely raised my eyebrows in question and said.

"James? Are you still there? ... James?"

I instantly heard him reply.

"Do you mean it, Leslie? You'll really ..."

I simply rolled my eyes and replied honestly.

"Yes, James, I'll be in the talent show with you, and, no, I'm not kidding. Now, I'm gonna go to sleep, so good night."

With that, I hung up the phone and placed it on my the small desk by my bed. Sheesh, he couldn't have waited for tomorrow? It was freaking late and I was sleepy. I then quickly slipped back undermy covers and closed my eyes. Hopefully, I would be able to sleep now. I was just about to slip into a nice dream when my phone went off again. Seriously! I was about to throw my freaking phone out the freaking window!

I simply moved my hand out of the covers and reached out for my phone. I quickly pressed talk then said in a cold, angry tone.

"Somebody better be freaking dying."

"Lee-lee! Can you please come pick me up! Please, I don't want to be here!"

Elena? Why was she crying? I immediately jumped out of my bed and quickly replied.

"Elena? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Are you okay?"

I then heard her continue crying then say in between sniffles.

"No, Lee-lee! I was with Stefan and ... "

My eyes instantly narrowed and I immediately asked angrily.

"Did he force you to do something you didn't want?"

I then heard her hiccup and say.

"No, it's nothing like that."

I gave a sigh of relief then said.

"So, what happened?"

I heard her instantly break down crying again. I instantly grabbed a new jacket from my closet and slipped it on. I immediately grabbed my car keys from my old jacket and ran down the stairs. I had the phone with me the whole time. I then took a deep breath and asked.

"Elena, calm down and tell me what happened."

Depending on what he did, would depend on how I would kill him. I then heard her take deep breaths and reply.

"I ... I found a picture of Katherine and ..."

Oh, so that was what this was about. I merely sighed then replied.

"She looks identical to us, correct?"

"Yeah, and ... wait a minute ... you knew!"

I simply took a deep breath and replied calmly.

"I've known for a while now."

"How could you not tell me! Do you have any idea of how I feel right now!"

I simply slipped inside my car and replied.

"I'm on way to pick you up. Just stay calm and tell me where you are."

I then heard her sniff some more and reply sternly.

"Don't try to change the conversation! How could you hide that from me!"

I merely rolled my eyes and replied.

"I didn't hide anything from you. Katherine has nothing to do with me. It wasn't my past to tell, it was Stefan's. He should've told you a long ass time ago."

I carefully pulled out of my house, placed my phone on speaker, and drove down the drive. Then a remembered something and I instantly said to Elena.

"That reminds me, I told freaking Stefan to call me when he told you. I wanted to record your reaction."

I then heard Elena gasp and yell.

"You are so mean, Leslie! You're supposed to ... "

I merely narrowed my eyes and replied.

"I'm not supposed to do anything. It's his past and I have no right to go telling people the things he trusted me with. Besides, you're not a little kid anymore. You can take care of yourself."

I then heard her break down crying once again. Gosh, didn't she know that crying only made her look pathetic? I simply sighed then said.

"So, you're upset because you think he still loves her or what?"

I then heard her sniffle some more then reply.

"Yes, he never loved me! I was just a replacement for her! He still loves her, Leslie! How can I compete with that? I gave him my everything, Lee-lee. My heart, my soul, my body, and he doesn't even care about me! I was such a fool. For the first time in my life, I fell in love and he betrayed me! You're right, Lee-lee, love is pathetic!"

Wow, she was really messed up. I was about to reply to that, when I suddenly heard the sound of Stefan saying.

"That's not true, Elena! I love you! Please, just open the door and let me explain myself!"

Well, this was sure to get interesting. I merely focused on the road and heard them bicker for what seemed like hours. I then rolled my eyes and said loudly.

"Hey, Elena! Put me on speaker!"

She then did as I said and placed me on speaker. I simply narrowed my eyes then told her to place the phone by the door. I heard her shift around and do as I asked. I then clenched the steering whell tightly and said in a dangerous voice.

"Stefan, I know you can hear me. Listen to me very carefully cuz I'm not going to repeat myself."

I then gave a slight pause and stated coldly.

"I warned you the second day we met what would happen if you hurt my sister. I do hope you don't have a sucky memory like Damon. I'm on my way and if you're smart ... you'll run."

With that, I hung up the phone and focused back on driving. Although, I was completely shocked to see somebody standing right in the middle of the road. What the hell? I knew from experience not to slam on the brakes, but I was going too fast. If I didn't stop I would end up killing the person. Therefore I did something stupid, I slammed on the damn breaks.

Apparently I didn't slam on them quickly enough and I actually ended up hitting the person. I was prepared to see them fly up against the front window and break the glass. What I wasn't prepared for was for my freaking car swerve to the left and flip the hell over!

My body ached all over. Man, what the hell was that? I slowly opened my eyes and saw the person I had hit, lying on the floor. Was he or she dead? Oh God! Two people in one night? What the hell was wrong with me? This was an innocent person I just murdered!

Although, I was taken out of my self-loathing when I saw the person twitch. What. The. Hell? I saw their arm twist in a disgusting fashion and I saw their head snap as well. Oh God, that was disgusting. Who or what the hell had I hit? I then saw them stand up and twist their foot back in place with a loud, snap. What in the f*ck was going on!

I then saw him begin to walk towards my car. I tried to unbuckle myself, but I was stuck. Whoever or whatever this was surely wouldn't be too happy about me nearly killing them. I saw them getting closer to me and I instantly gritted my teeth. There was no way I was going down without a fight. As soon as they pulled me out, I was going to explode each and every single one of their brain cells.

I waited for the person to approach, but was totally surprised when I saw them speed off into the darkness. I was definitely having a Damon moment when the first word that crossed my mind was, 'dick'. Yeah, Damon was rubbing off on me. I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of something jumping right infront of me. Was that guy back?

No, he wasn't back. He wasn't back because I immediately recognized an all too familiar voice saying.

"Kitten? I'm gonna get you out just hold on."

If coming to my aid and putting up with my stupid mouth wasn't a good friend. Then what was?