A/N: Huge thanks as usual to Quizas for the lovely review, also a thanks to Chucky and ADamonFan82, after this chapter it won't be so day by day chapter by chapter, I'm hoping to pick it up so..

There are a couple of reasons this has taken me so long to post, one of them being that I was working on a novel and have finally finished it at 117,000 words, I won't even attempt to edit it until I'm done with this story. Another reason was my horribly unreliable laptop which I have finally replaced! I can't promise I won't fall off the radar again but I know it won't be for four months! Had I not received a few pm's which I was very grateful for I would never have believed it had been that long, thanks for reminding me.

Enjoy!

~ Noa

Chapter Seven: Believer

"Hey," Elena said softly, leaning in to kiss Stefan before sliding into the seat Uri had been in minutes before.

Stefan just about registered as he continued to stare the way Uri had just left, he went over everything they'd talked about and found himself staring at Orlando again, with eyes so compelling and yet so haunting he considered Uri was telling the truth but there still something niggling him.

"Hello, earth to Stefan," Elena smiled warily, waving her hand in front of his face until he looked up at her and smiled half heartedly. "What's wrong?"

"Uh, nothing, yet,"

"Stefan, tell me," Elena said in all seriousness.

"Alex got away," He breathed.

"What? Stefan how…"

It hadn't hit him as hard until he said it aloud, unless she went straight to wherever the Night Crawlers were hiding out then Mystic Falls was in danger of losing a local and it would be his fault for being careless. Damon would have a field day, convincing Stefan that these 'unforeseen' events meant that they should maybe go with a better plan, a Damon plan.

The only thought that relieved him was knowing the unstable weather would force Alex into hiding, at least until sundown.

"I was hoping she would lead me to the rebel Night Crawler but instead it led me to St Clair,"

"The old vampire…" Glancing around briefly, Elena readjusted the level of her voice. "You mean the one who started this halfway thing?"

Stefan nodded. "Alex almost tore this guy's head off in the cemetery, and he just happened to be Laila's brother,"

"Oh my God," Elena cried, covering her mouth.

"There was something about him, I don't know," Stefan brushed his thumb across his lower lip thoughtfully. "After seeing him with Alex I thought he was the one I was looking for,"

It wasn't exactly a common thing for vampires to be strolling in the sunlight all casual like, and neither was the ring he and Damon had acquired. Stefan studied Uri from the moment he met him to the second he left, heavy coat, black eyes and a smile, and there was the whole wanting to kill one of the oldest vampires he'd known of but there was no huge ring.

No huge anything.

"And now?"

"Now I think I have one more thing to do," Stefan wanted badly to follow Orlando to his hide out but he was torn between doing that and checking out Uri's story, all while figuring out how to keep Elena and the rest of the town safe from fresh vampire, Alex.

"Whatever you're thinking, I'm in," Elena chimed, matter- of-factly.

Stefan looked at her wearily. "Elena,"

"No Stefan, Bonnie is involved in this now. And I am too,"

Stefan huffed and then stood, flipping his phone open as Elena joined him and called in a favour that he knew he'd regret.

Bonnie paced the room, the feeling of despair and failure that had waved over her finally subsiding, allowing her to breathe easier and feel warmer. Though the taste of blood hadn't left her mouth, the images of it surrounding her feet had, and that was something considering both at the same time had threatened to drop her to her knees minutes ago.

"It didn't feel good. Okay, that's not vague at all," Damon said, leaning against his dresser.

Looking up into Damon's eyes, a feeling of loss waved through her. "I saw blood, your blood Damon...I think,"

That had piqued Damon's curiosity. "You see anything else in that pretty little head of yours?"

"Just blood and I felt so cold," Bonnie wrapped her arms around herself as her skin pimpled, like a cool air crept beneath the window to wrap her in its whirlwind, and then it was gone again.

Damon' eyes flashed wide as he smiled. "Ooh, maybe you bite me back," He joked. "That'd be hot,"

"Except, I'm not a vampire,"

Rolling his eyes, Damon pushed off the dresser to stand in front of her. "Makes things even more interesting," He felt a tug in his gut as her green eyes met his own and brushed past her to regain himself. He just about resisted the urge to touch her again, but her feelings of desperation and panic had overwhelmed him which only added frustration to the list of emotions that had flooded him since spending time with Bonnie.

"Damon what if you get hurt, what if you die?" And why did she even care?

Damon chortled, unexpectedly at that considering he'd done the dying thing already. "You don't have to worry about that," He replied flippantly.

"Damon seriously,"

"Listen…Bonnie, nothing's gonna happen to me, I'm a vampire,"

Bonnie grunted. "You say that like it means invincible,"

"There you go, you're getting it," Damon smiled mirthlessly, as he stared at the clock on her wrist.

"I mean, like die for good..."

"Bless your little heart, you're worried about me,"

Bonnie swallowed. "What...uh, no, no I'm not,"

"Ooh that tickles," He teased, glancing down at his leg.

"What does?" Bonnie frowned.

Damon sighed, reaching into his pocket and flipped his phone open. "You've reached the better looking Salvatore, don't leave a message unless you want me to bite," He winked at Bonnie, smiling when she sneered at him.

"Now's not the time, Damon. We've got a problem," Stefan grumbled.

"And what would that be, little brother?"

"I lost Alex,"

"Well, so go find her Lassie," Damon grimaced, wanting to slap his palm against Stefan's forehead; this was the kid who'd gone back to school more times than he could count.

"I can't, I'm following a lead. I need you find her before the sun goes down,"

"Following a lead?" Damon enunciated. "Oh, okay, Starsky, I'll just get right on that."

"Damon,"

Taking a deep breath, Damon locked eyes with Bonnie once more. "You owe me for this one," He flicked his phone shut and buried it in his pocket before reaching over the bed for his leather jacket.

"Seriously? Starsky and Hutch,"

Damon slid his arms into the jacket. "One of the cons of being alive so long, let's go,"

"Where are we going?" Bonnie asked panic setting in as she quick stepped behind him.

"Stefan, where are we going?" Elena asked, struggling to keep up with Stefan's long strides from the grill.

"To see how Laila's mom is coping,"

"Why are we rushing?"

Stefan wanted to get there with enough time to speak to Laila's mother before Uri got there, because if the young hunter was actually telling the truth then he'd be out getting his inconsolable mothers dinner in.

"Stefan?"

"Uh, I just wanna talk to her alone,"

"You think she knows something, about Laila's disappearance?"

"I don't know,"

Stefan paused outside the cream house, the windows were shadowed, the front porch looked as though it hadn't been swept for months and the newspaper pile up lay scattered at the feet of the swinging bench as he and Elena approached the door.

Stefan kept Elena close to him, an arm outstretched across her stomach as he knocked on the door with his free hand, after a few moments passed he knocked again but with Uri probably fast approaching he wouldn't have time to talk to her unless he let himself in.

"Elena go home, I'll meet you back at yours,"

Elena's eyes widened."Why?" She asked, looking around.

Stefan turned to face her, placing both hands on her shoulders. "Trust me, okay?" He paused as Elena's eyes averted his and turned to see a woman at the door.

"Who are you?"

"Hi, Mrs. Benjamin, I'm Stefan and this is my girlfriend, Elena. We're Laila's friends, can we come in?

"Laila didn't mention either of you," Mrs. Benjamin confessed, pulling her pink robe closed as she sat down. "She didn't have many friends,"

"We're sorry, Mrs. Benjamin," Elena spoke softly.

"Please, call me Claudia,"

Elena smiled solemnly. "I knew your daughter through a friend of mine, Bonnie,"

Claudia lifted her eyes then. "Bonnie, sweet girl, yeah Laila liked her,"

Stefan stood with his arms crossed while Elena sat close to Claudia, he needed a clear view of the house, where the rooms where, the kitchen and bathroom so that as soon as he had the chance he could escape. Standing over the pair as they sat, Stefan noticed a scarf around her neck almost hidden beneath the robe, a frown wrinkled his forehead as he took a step forward, questioning whether a bite would be hidden behind it.

"Are you cold?" Stefan asked, pointing towards it.

Claudia looked down briefly, offering a smile at the question. "The boilers busted or something, it gets really cold sometimes," She pulled her robe open, revealing sweats. "Uri says he's gonna fix it but...he's distracted,"

"Would you like me...I could take a look if you want,"

Claudia shook her head. "I wouldn't want to trouble you, its fine, and Uri will tend to it."

"I like the colour, can I see it?" Elena asked, relieved when Claudia pulled it from her neck and handed it over to her.

"Laila would collect all the colours for me,"

"It's beautiful," Elena glanced at Claudia neck noting the absence of any abrasions or holes.

Stefan nodded, looking towards Elena and then upstairs before smiling faintly.

Elena raised a brow at him for a moment before getting the hint and coughing suddenly, her hands flew up to her throat as she continued to choke. "I think I swallowed my gum,"

"You okay?" Stefan asked.

"Yeah, uh, Mrs. Benjamin could I trouble you for some water?"

Claudia nodded lightly and then stood up gesturing for Elena to follow her into the kitchen, while Stefan smiled politely watching them go, Elena looked over her shoulder at him one last time before disappearing through the door. Stefan sped up the stairs and looked around, finding himself in the mothers room, there were no pictures that stood out, in fact there was nothing that stood out, everything was pretty plain and understandably unkempt.

Listening out for voices, he checked that Elena was still keeping Claudia's attention in the kitchen before sneaking into the bedroom next door, assuming that it would be Laila's but he was surprised to find an art studio.

Oil and acrylic paints, blank canvases, drying racks and sketch pads, it had a boyish feel to it with the dark coloured walls and dark bed sheets but then he'd never had the chance to meet Laila, for all he knew she could've been a tomboy.

Stefan sped back down the stairs and checked the bedroom on the other side of the staircase, as soon as he opened the door he knew he was in Laila's room, and it wasn't just because of her posters of Gwen Stefani and Breaking Benjamin or her collection of body sprays and creams, it was the overwhelming loneliness he felt. He got the sense that her room had been left exactly how it was when Laila was there, her sheets were still ruffled and her school books were sprawled on her desk like she'd left her homework half done.

Stefan ran his finger down the spine of her closed journal tempted to flick it open when he heard Elena talking louder than necessary as she thanked Claudia for the water, a picture on her window ledge caught his eye of a girl and a boy as children as he left the room, he assumed it was Laila and Uri.

Stefan ran into the living room and stood by the front door as Claudia and Elena emerged from the kitchen. "We should go, I just wanted let you know that we're here if you need anything,"

Claudia smiled. "Thank you,"

"Tell Uri if he needs anything, he only has to call," Stefan added.

"I will,"

Elena and Stefan glanced at each other. "Bye,"

Claudia stepped forward. "Maybe you could wait for him, he should be back soon,"

"Nah, we can't," Stefan said, gently edging Elena towards the front door while he kept his smiling eyes on Claudia. "I'll catch Uri later,"

"Or you could catch me now,"

Stefan whipped his head towards the open door, greeted with Uri's charming grin and liquid black eyes.

"Mum, I'll be right back," Uri called behind him, pulling the door closed. "What are you doing here, Stef?"

"I uh, just wanted..."

"To check up on me?" Uri smirked, eyeing Elena. "You don't trust me do you?" Taking the silence as an answer Uri nodded, patting Stefan on the shoulder. "Good, you shouldn't,"

"Why's that?"

"Because I don't trust you either," Uri moved around and in between Stefan and Elena as though they were prey with an antagonizing smile on his face, in actual fact Uri was happy to play the role of the mouse, they were more than humans gave them credit for, they were disgusting, disease spreading rodents, true, like vampires but they were also remarkable at adapting to any environment they inhabited, they made the cat and mouse game what it was. A challenge...

Stefan was the sharp, flexible, quick reacting domesticated cat that was too busy chasing the street wise mouse in circles; if only the cat stopped running the mouse would come back around full circle skidding right into the belly of the furry little beast. Oh, how sentimental cats were, protecting their home and family while wanting to stray themselves, give a little kitty milk and watch it meow.

"I'm going on a hunt tonight,"

Stefan frowned. "St Clair,"

"No, I have slightly smaller fish to fry tonight," Uri smiled wickedly, eyes searching out Elena's downcast stare. "The pretty blond who tried to make me her snack,"

"Alex,"

"Alex?" Uri echoed. "So you know her, come to think of it, you were talking to her when she attacked me,"

Stefan shared a brief but wary look with Elena.

Uri slid between them, wrapping an arm around each of their shoulders. "Well, I hope she wasn't too special because I'm going to have to take her out,"

"We think she's one of St Clair's, I was hoping to find out when she got away,"

"Aah," Uri pouted, mocking sympathy as he untangled himself to place a hand on his heart. "Well at least she's not related,"

"We should go," Elena said, shifting her weight from her left to her right leg.

"Yeah," Stefan answered.

"I'm keeping things from you, like you're keeping things from me but it doesn't make either of us the bad guy, remember that," Uri said.

Elena started to walk down the steps when Uri gripped Stefan's arm. "I'll be staking out the creepy cemetery tonight, if you're up for it, there's donuts involved,"

Stefan smiled half heartedly. "Maybe, be careful,"

"You too,"

"Oh and Uri, its Stefan,"

"Gotcha," Uri smirked, waiting for the pair to walk away before going back into the house to join Claudia and Laila.

"Did I do okay?" Claudia asked.

"You were great...mum," Uri gave her shoulder a light squeeze, eyes shooting towards the bedroom door as he heard the window slam shut.

"Laila told me why you're here; I need to know she'll still be her, my little girl, Laila,"

Uri's eyes remained on the door as Mrs. Benjamin droned on. "Little girls don't drink blood,"

"I know, but I mean, she won't be different, she'll still be my daughter,"

"I promise," Laila said, emerging from the bedroom.

Claudia flew towards her, squeezing her close and smelling her hair, she was still Laila. "I don't wanna lose you,"

"This way you won't," Laila said, pulling away to stroke her mom's hair away from her face. "We can go back to normal," Laila turned to Uri. "I did my Mystic Falls homework, like you asked. I know you have something doing tonight but...how much longer do I have to wait?"

"Your waiting days are over, Laila. Tonight you become a vampire,"

Damon and Bonnie had been just about every creepy dark place they could think of, and there weren't that many in Mystic Falls but Alex was nowhere to be seen and it was getting dark outside, the sun had long since left the sky. The arrogant vampire had enjoyed the first half hour listening to Bonnie panic and wreck her little brain trying to figure out what he had in store for her, what their little mission from Stefan was but after that half mark the Witch had definitely ran out cute.

He'd been walking so long, in a Damon bubble that he hadn't realized Bonnie was no longer behind him until the vanilla scent disappeared, frowning, Damon whipped around to see her a few feet away with her arms crossed.

"Oh c'mon, don't you trust me?"

"No. I don't," Bonnie scowled. "I'm not moving until you tell me what's going on?"

"I don't have time for this," Damon stated. "Move your ass,"

"No," Bonnie said, petulantly. "Not until..."

"What?"

Her heart stopped for a millisecond when Damon appeared right in front of her, temporarily winding her with his incandescent blue eyes and tall dark handsomeness not to mention the perfectly shaped eyebrows now crumpled as he scowled at her, he had so much potential to look sexy in that moment if he weren't so damn pissy.

"I thought you made it clear you didn't like the shoulder thing,"

"I don't,"

"Then tell your brain to move your legs," Damon heard a branch from a least a hundred feet snap and turned his head in its direction.

"Just tell me!"

Turning back to Bonnie, refreshed mask of nonchalance, Damon looked at her from head to toe, so fragile. "We're hunting,"

"Hunting?"

"As in stalking a vampire, Alex, she got away from Stefan," He explained, unconsciously grasping her hand to keep them moving forward and out of the forest.

"You're going to kill her,"

"Either that or let her kill the precious residents of this town," Damon's eyes darted around and in between the thinly layered branches, he knew they weren't in the woods alone.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I knew you'd turn into a pool of mess, and I'm no maintenance man," He said, matter-of-factly.

"You say it like you know me, you don't know me, Damon," Bonnie fumed, realizing in that moment that she was being pulled but when she tried to wriggle free of his grip it tightened. "What is it?" Bonnie asked, using all her might to pull him to a halt.

"We're not alone anymore,"

"Alex?"

"When I tell you to run you do it," Damon looked down at their clasped hand as she did but it was though he'd lost all feeling in his arm because he couldn't pull it away, he told himself to quit talking soft but every time he told himself to let go nothing happened, he needed to protect her.

"I'm not running,"

"If I tell you to get out of here you don't question me,"

"You don't own me, and you don't tell me what to do. I am not running,"

"We didn't exactly get to killing vampires101 today," Damon's intentions for Bonnie were unknown even to him, he could've taken her home first, it's probably what Stefan had expected but he didn't, Damon had been careless yet he hadn't counted on being so protective.

"I don't care," As scared as she was about taking on a vampire, she was forced to remember the lecture Damon gave her about embracing her...badass!

The sound was close this time and it was right ahead of them, catching their attention simultaneously, they immediately let go of each other's hand and faced head on waiting for Alex to attack.

"C'mon out, Alex," Damon cried out with boredom, moving slightly in front of Bonnie.

Bonnie glared at the back of his head before moving to his side. "We'll be out here all night,"

Damon smirked. "Why don't you show our shy friend a little trick, show her what happens when she plays with fire,"

Bonnie smiled, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. When she opened them again, her eyes were alive with green fire, so intense and focused on the shadows a few feet in front of them that a moment later the bushes were ablaze and dancing reflectively in Damon's blue eyes.

There was no question that Damon was impressed but he hated to admit that he was also a little turned on by her haunted side, her fighting spirit pushing through that soft delicate skin. Damon caught a movement at the corner of his eye and sped towards it without a second thought; he spun Alex around narrowing his eyes on the hooded girl.

"Dun dun dun," Damon sung.

"I'll be fine, Elena," Stefan reassured. "Bonnie's fine considering,"

"Considering what?" Elena asked.

"Considering she had to spend the entire day with my Damon,"

"Oh...yeah,"

"I have to make sure Uri's alright; I don't think he knows what he's really got himself into,"

"Even so, he sounds arrogant enough to get himself out of it,"

Stefan smiled. "I can't have Uri running into Damon, somehow I don't think it'd be pretty. I gotta go, I'll call you,"

"Okay...Stefan?"

"Yeah,"

"I love you,"

"I love you too," Stefan hung up the phone as he headed through the big gates looking for Uri but instead he found he was being followed, eyes ahead and shoulders relaxed, Stefan kept walking, deeper into the cemetery so that they were far away from prying eyes.

"Alex," Stefan said, slowly turning around.

Out from the shadows stepped the blond vampire, eyes deep and dark like the woods. "Stefan,"

"Hungry?" He asked, moving closer to her.

"Like you wouldn't believe," She replied, licking her lips.

"Come with me, I'll get you something to drink,"

"No thanks, I'm a Night Crawler now. We have a set of rules we go by, and my maker would love to meet you,"

"He would? And who's that?"

"You know,"

"St Clair,"

Alex nodded slowly, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she walked seductively towards him. "He's always happy to meet more of his kind, I'll take you to him,"

"You can control the thirst, I can help you," Stefan promised as their bodies touched, he felt her pressing up against him, rubbing her face against his and he really wanted to help her but there was only two ways she was leaving the cemetery, with him or dead.

Dead for good this time...

"I don't want help, I want to take you to St Clair,"

"How does he know about me?"

"He doesn't, I told him I had a surprise for him,"

Stefan gripped Alex's arm. "Listen to me, you have to control it, come with me back to the house,"

Alex slammed her hand into Stefan's chest, throwing him backwards into a tomb stone making the tip crumble on top of him, she sped towards him stunned when he got up faster than she could anticipate and wrapped his fingers around her throat.

"Please," Alex pleaded when she saw his blood red eyes.

Fangs receding, Stefan's face softened but it was in the moment of weak judgment that Alex seized the opportunity to plunge a sharp instrument into his ribs; he stumbled back as she smiled wickedly and looked down at the thick fragment of a tree.

"I wonder what Elena's blood tastes like?"

Yanking it out, Stefan looked up to find she was gone and followed her echoing laugh into the darkness; he was going to have to kill her. He heard a persistent whisper and recognized Uri's voice at side of him, pulling his jacket over the wound; he followed the noise right to the tomb where Uri was set up, donuts and all.

"I didn't think you'd come,"

"I wasn't going to,"

"What made you change your mind?" Uri asked.

"I don't know, yet," Stefan took an uneven breath as his lung sealed back up and the flesh healed.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine," Stefan said. "I've seen her,"

"I heard her," Uri added. "She's ahead, I say the best way to get her is to split up and bring her to the middle, she'll be trapped,"

"She's a vampire, pretty hard to trap,"

"Okay, you stay here and watch the donuts and I'll go," Uri stood up, pushing the stake into the back of his jeans.

"Wait,"

"What?"

"I'll go that way," Stefan nodded ahead.

Uri handed Stefan his other stake. "Okay, I'll go the way you came,"

Stefan headed in the direction he'd seen Alex hoping he'd run into her first, there was a chance Uri was more dangerous than he could imagine, especially to vampires because he was hunter, but he was still only human and for them death meant death.

He quickly searched through his pockets as his cell rang to cancel it when Alex came out of her hiding place, rushing towards him like a bull in the ring and slamming him to the ground.

Gunshots fired and Alex hissed and then rolled off and went towards Uri who came running with his piece in one hand and the stake in his other, Stefan rushed to his feet as Alex hurtled towards the vampire slayer.

She landed on him and they both fell to the ground, then things got very quiet as Stefan ran towards them both unmoving, then Uri rolled over still holding on to the stake that now buried in her chest.

Her eyes were big and wild as her face turned ashen grey, Uri leaned in. "Je déteste les aimants de vampire," Pushing the wooden stake all the way through, he stared into her eyes until they stilled and then stood up.

Stefan noticed his neck bleeding. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Uri breathed, pressing his hand against his neck briefly before picking up his gun and pulling his stake free. "It's a scratch. All in a good days work, eh?"

Stefan glanced around amongst the debris as he heard his phone ringing, he realized he must have dropped it when he and Alex struggled and began searching until he saw the little glowing screen.

"What?"

"You need to get over here,"

"What is it, is Bonnie okay?"

"She's fine, get home okay? Things are getting very interesting," Damon teased.

Stefan sighed, and turned back to Uri. "I've gotta go,"

"Heroes work is never done," Uri said as Stefan passed. "Bonnie your girlfriend, the one you were with earlier?"

"Uh, no, she's a friend, Bonnie I mean and she's not the one I was with earlier. Are you gonna..."

Uri caught Stefan glance at Alex's body. "Oh yeah, I'll be fine you go, I'll just have myself a nice little bonfire,"

"Alright,"

"Hey...Stefan, thanks,"

"I didn't do anything,"

"You came,"

Stefan nodded and left Uri standing over Alex's body, he really did hate vampire lovers he just failed to relay that message to poor Alex, in english. A smile spread across his face as he kneeled down by her head, staring into her shrivelled eyes with satisfaction, she deserved to die the way she did for trusting a vampire.

Silly Half-ways,

Uri went back to his little duffle bag of goodies and got his lighter fluid; walking back he fell mesmerised by her stillness, her death. "Darling I'm lost, adrift in the dark...I'm clutching your words..." He sung his favourite song as soaked her in the flammable fluid. "To my vampire heart once-more. So let in the light, turn me to dust." Uri dug out his lighter and threw it at the corpse. "If it don't end in Bloodshed dear. It's probably not love."

It was about time Uri bumped into the Salem Witch, and if couldn't get to her through Stefan he would have to by other means.

And gladly, he couldn't wait to have her in the palm of his hand, there to be crushed or flourished.

Stefan entered the board house to quiet bickering, which of course to his ears was as loud as being in the same room. If Stefan didn't know any better he'd say they were used to arguing, like they'd been doing it for years, his brow raised as he saw them in each other's face, was Damon really bickering? That was new.

"First I have that weird vision, and now this,"

"Okay, but you see the problem is, I don't care what you think Bonnie," Damon glared down at her.

"Let's see what Stefan has to say,"

"It's her life,"

"But it won't be if she goes through with it,"

Stefan walked into living room. "Guys, what's going on? He asked, hesitantly. "See what I have to say about what?"

Bonnie and Damon pulled away from their heated glaring session to face Stefan as he walked into the room.

"Say hello to Laila, brother," Damon said, moving aside to reveal the young teen sat behind the table Damon loved to serve himself drinks on. "Bonnie learned a neat little trick, see, no shoelaces,"

Stefan eyed the girl closely as she tried to wriggle out of her invisible restraints. "Uri's sister," Stefan sighed.

Laila stopped wriggling at the mention of his name. "You need to let me go, now,"

"Oh yeah, and why's that again?" Damon asked, eyes falling on Stefan.

"Because tonight is the night," Laila cried.

"The night for what?" Stefan asked.

"Tonight is the night I'm saved,"

End of Chapter

~ Noa