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Oh, just want to say that I've got inspiration from these RPers on Twitter: JessikahCalvert EnticingRogue(Katherine) EndlessPurity(Caroline) VampirePayton ThatLovelyBella EllysThatEpic BunnyKiller_S(Stefan)

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Chapter 3

"You are so full of yourself, Damon!" Caroline shrieked once she got into the house after slamming the door open, stomping in and rushing up to her bedroom.

I guess everyone started hating me ever since I agreed to make Jessikah an ally. I rolled my eyes when Payton walked past me, purposely hitting my shoulder with hers as she followed Caroline up the stairs, muttering something like 'Go to hell,'. Huh. I'm on my way, I thought silently, not able to hide a smirk. I shook my head, rolling my eyes again as Katherine scold me muttered words.

"Consequences, Damon. You'll face them yourself." Elly sigh as she, too, leaves.

I couldn't hold back a chuckle, shaking my head again when my eyes caught Bella and Stefan standing by the doorway to the kitchen, both watching me. Bella's eyes averted from mine, walking away lazily, and I swear I saw her shoulder shrug. Only Stefan stayed, still looking at me.

"Oh, don't look at me with those judgey little eyes, Stef." I walked past him and into the kitchen, grabbing myself the never-satisfying bloodbag and pouring it into a glass.

"You know what I thought wrong today, Damon?" He asked, turning around to face me.

That was disappoinment in his eyes. I would know it. If anything, it's disappoinment I could read better than other emotions, from the eyes of the people around me. They were /always/ disappointed. Even when I did my best, what I thought was the right thing to do. But over time, I got used to it. And I didn't try to impress anyone anymore. I live by my own rules.

"I would love to know what it is, Stefan." I smirked, sipping the rich taste of the thick scarlet liquid.

"I thought you were better than this." He shook his head, starting to walk away, "I was wrong."

And with that he went out of the house, the door not making a sound as it close behind him. I finished the blood in one gulp as I walk into the living room, past memories of those kind of looks haunt me, the words behind my mind like echoes. You only bring disappoinment, child! That was my father. I remembered the pain those words brought me. I shook with sudden anger, throwing the glass at the fireplace, hearing it crash as it hit the floor. Angry at my parents, who always seemed to love Stefan more. Angry at the world, for being unfair.

And when I get the Black Stone, I will be the one to rule. And those who brought me pain and discomfort, torture and everything, will have to face the consequences.

The anger I felt moments earlier turned into anticipation. The freedom I'd have once the Black Stone is in my hands. The whole world will be swallowed into the abyss of darkness.

It was easy to switch off emotions for a vampire. Though it kept coming back, switching off even for awhile helps. We're night hunters, feelings only made us weak. All of us know that, but it seems that it was only me who understands. They feel, it's the reason they're weak.

I head up to my room, too big for myself that I'd always prefer having company. And the girls don't mind. They'd do it without me having to compel them. As I reach my bed, I notice the huge lump under my covers. Smacking my forehead, I remembered my last meal, my tasty, perfect meal.

Her eyes fluttered open, smiling when she saw me. I could only shoot her a smirk, causing her breath to hitch as she sat up. I've had her for a week now, it was the first time I kept a girl this long. But she was simply good. And I haven't had enough of her, yet. She was one of them who doesn't need compulsion for me to do what I want to them. She gave herself up to me.

Silly human, I thought silently, compelling her back to sleep. I don't want her tonight. As she falls back asleep, I walked over and looked out the window, the recent event replaying itself on my mind. The race, Katherine pinning me down on the ground... Jessikah.

Our first eye contact was like what I've never experienced before. I was frozen. Awed. Amused. The way she glows from the inside out, how darkness surrounds her like she was born in it. I was fascinated, attracted and... I don't know this other feeling. It doesn't matter anyway. Not at the moment. The important thing is that she is the source I have to getting the Black Stone.

I stared out at the night, the full moon shining brightly from above. Somewhere deep in the woods, a wolf howled. Not just any wolves, a werewolf. For a second, I wondered who that could be. Werewolves are supposed to be the enemies, because one bite from it could kill a vampire. Werewolves aren't the creatures to keep as friends. It was the reason why my coven doesn't have any. The howling could be of Tyler's, Payton's so-called best friend and Caroline's new crush.

I pity them for their bad tastes in boys, my inner voice said, and I agreed, rolling my eyes and shaking my head. Aaron, Matt... Vampires that brought shame into the vampire world. Silently, I thanked Jessikah for getting rid of them, now that I don't have to. Worthless idiots.

Something moved behind the bushes, my night-adapted eyes catching the slightest movement. I slide the window open, jumping down to the ground. My forehead ceased into a frown as I notice the sudden silence. For a second or two, everything was stilled, quiet, dead.

And then she was running into my arms.

Well, not exactly into my arms, more like running towards me. Jessikah. Her name echoed once more before I manage to focus. She had on a calm expression, but her eyes tell me otherwise.

Shiftily I wondered if my eyes would look like those I'm looking into right now whenever I got into a mess.. or stuck in a chaos situation. We had identical eyes after all.

"What are you doing here, of all places?" I whispered, furrowing my brows.

She looked around one last time, before her eyes meet mine again, whispering back;

"You're the only one who could help me."

So, how was it? :) I write short chapters, yeah.. And the story's not gonna be that long so the last chapter would probably be 10 or something. I don't know how this ends so... :) But I do know what I'm writing about and I love the storyline. Lots of heartbreak, that's for sure. I would appreciate more reviews. ;)