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Chapter 4

Jessikah paced the floor of the kitchen as I took out a pack of my bloodbag, rolling my eyes once at her, heading out to the living room. I dropped myself on the couch, sipping slowly on my bloodbag. So she had told me what happened, and why she thought I was the only one who could help her. She started pacing in front of me.

"We haven't even start on anything and you already betrayed me." She spoke matter-of-factly, her hands on her hips as she stared down on me.

"Don't fucking accuse me. I've been here all night." I shrugged a shoulder, prepared to fight the huntress back.

"The broke into my house, bloodsucker! I had it shielded. You bloodsuckers shouldn't be able to break into my house!" Jessikah almost shrieked.

I roll my eyes again before putting on my smirk, speaking casually, "Maybe those witches of yours can't be trusted -" But I was cut.

"Or maybe it's your little minions!" She snapped, accusing my /friends/, causing me to automatically get on my feet.

I leaned into her close, so close I knew my breath was hot on her cheek, "Never ever point a finger at them. They wouldn't betray me like that."

"Or would they?" The huntress was quick to respond, quirking a brow as she smirked, challenging me. "They hate me. And obviously they're angry at you for choosing me over them. Didn't you yourself teach them to embrace anger?"

I wanted to stranggle her, since she's vulnerable at the moment, no weapons in sight. But I found myself holding back. I couldn't. I just glared at her and she glared right back, not blinking. Our identical blue orbs locked. That moment right there, there was something. But it snapped away once she broke the eye contact, blinking. I could have sworn her eyes were glassy, as if she was about to cry.

"I - Can I just stay please? For awhile." She asked, not looking at me.

I nodded slowly, watching her walk up the stairs, searching for an empty room to rest in. It took every ounce of energy in my body not to tilt her chin earlier, make her look at me and asked her what really happened. I was supposed to be the big bad vampire, with no humanity, not capable of feeling. But ever since Jessikah appeares, nothing had been the same. Yes, I want the black stone. And she was the only one who could help him get it. But it wasn't the idea of getting it that thrilled me, I realized. It was that I was going to work with her.

I shook my head, prepared to hear the angry voices of his friends when they found out about the huntress being here. Silently, I thought, Ah.. Hell.

Two bloodbags and three apple pies later, I turned only to face an angry Katherine, her arms crossed. I smirkeds, brushing past her. I could hear her mutter an angry word.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Damon? What is she doing here? Is it not enough that you chose her already?" She didn't pause, following me into the living room.

"She's an /ally/." I said, emphasizing the word ally.

"So?" Katherine raised a brow, her eyes reflecting anger mixed with annoyance.

I shrugged, "So, you don't have to be fucking angry." My words came out in a hiss, causing her brows to furrow deeper.

I ignored her, once again falling onto the couch, this time almost 'attacked' by Caroline. But before she could speak, I put up a finger on my lips, hushing her. She let out a low growl, before stomping up the stairs. Another eye roll from me.

Jessikah walked down the stairs, yawning and stretching away casually, waving her slender fingers ar me. I gave her nod, but at that moment, Katherine caught the huntress off guard, blurring up to her. Of course instinct kicked in, and I blurred right up to them, pushing Katherine off the huntress. She let out a frustrated shriek, stomping away, just like Caroline had. I swored I would get a headache from too much eye-rolling.

I turned to look at the huntress, she rolled her eyes, heading towards the kitchen. Again, I roll my eyes, going back to sitting on the couch. Payton was the next person to come down. She was quiet, and I knew she was upset. Payton's like that. I know my sister. I rubbed my face, too much to handle.

Later that night, I found Jessikah on the rooftop with her knees pulled up to her chest, her eyes shining with what I assume were tears as she stared at the full moon. I decided it wouldn't kill to talk to your alliance. So, I walked up to her, took a seat beside her, and watch the moon. It was silent for awhile. And again, I decided to break the silence.

"I'm sorry about your house."

"No, you're not. Bloodsuckers like you don't feel sorry." She responded quickly.

I opened my mouth to speak, but she was right. I am not sorry about her house. I'm sorry about whatever that has caused to be so down at this night.

"You're right."

She sniffed, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt, before she went back to watching the moon shine down upon us. I cleared my throat, going for another try.

"What happened?" I asked, and surprisingly, she decided to tell me.

"They had my sister. Took away my parents' lives."

For some reason, her reply made me frown in disbelief, despite the fact that /I/ could be the one who killed her family. I let her continue.

"Everyone wondered why I became what I am, " Another sniff. "They killed my parents, left me and my sister for dead. Someone found us, took care of us, but I wasn't going to let go easily. I don't remember the freaks who killed my parents, but I grew up /knowing/ every one of them are the same, killers. I trained myself, met a professional hunter. He taught me to be like him, and eventually, I turned out to be better."

I took in her every word, took in really deep, realizing that I was actually /feeling/. My eyes wandered into the woods that surround the house as she continued.

"I enjoy ending the lives of freaks like you. It made me feel satisfied. But as long as one still lived, I vowed to never stop hunting. My sister's in training. When they broke into my house, they took her away. Who knows if she still lives?"

She stopped right there. And it was quiet for a good fifteen minutes, before a question struck me. And I spoke without thinking, "Your last name. What's it?"

I didn't know why I asked. Maybe because I know each and every one of my victims' last names. Maybe because I wanted to make sure she wasn't really a Calvert, that she was using it for the fame. Because I /had/ killed two Calverts in the past, not more that twelve years ago.

Maybe because I wanted to make sure I wasn't the one who killed her parents. For some reason, I didn't want to be the one who killed her beloved.

"Calvert. Jessikah Calvert."