Damon's POV

I sat in Stefan's room, breathing in and out slowly, embracing the perfect silence. I sat on Stefan's cool 'Spinney Chair'; Stefan called it an office chair or something like that. It made a cool, evil effect. I loved terrorizing Stefan as he was just so miserable because Elena dumped him. This is why you don't leave a picture of her doppelganger in your room, Stefan. I would have made a move on her sooner but I'm occupied by thinking about other possibilities of getting Katherine out of her tomb. It did hurt me thinking about her, I still think I deserve her; she's just like me except she's a women.

I heard footsteps approaching the room and the door open. Stefan must be sulking again. Like always of course but this time I heard footsteps disappear. Through the glass was a reflection of a black haired girl with silver eyes who was pale like me, like Stefan.

I smile and do what this chair was made for, spun around slowly like those 'Evil Bosses' on the movies and T.V, to face her.

"Damon Salvatore?" She asks me.

I look at her up and down and smile, stopping at her face. She is some what attractive. Come to think of it, very attractive, makes me want to forget about Elena all together. "Yeah?" I happily ask, I move a few steps closer but she moves back.

"You killed my best friend, and when I mean best friend, I mean yours and mine. She was my friend since I met her, which was when she was 3 years old." The girl says.

Ha, who is she talking about? That blondy I killed the first time I arrived back in Fell's Church? I just laughed at her question.

"Sweetheart, I've killed millions, be more specific" I could see that she was getting frustrated.

I stared at her black coat until she spoke and while she spoke I stood and moved closer.

"Lexi, you remember her huh? I was at least close to my hundred's when I met her, I have/had been there for her until the day she was turned and even then I was there for her. You took her away because-"

I interrupted her by placing my index finger on her soft lips. I watch her stare down to the finger and stand there, going cross eyed. "Hush" I hushed then remove my finger. I stare into her silver eyes and I felt something that I felt when I was around Katherine… I was enjoying playing a game. Kath and I played a game like that all the time.

Of course, I remember Lexi; she was very useful to me, very nice. Too bad about that death of hers…Ha!

"It was a horrible but a necessary sacrifice but Lexi was very useful and on time in fact, we will miss her dearly" I try to save my ass as she was a vampire as well. But I had a feeling she wouldn't take it.

I saw her head shift to the left. I hadn't relised what she was doing until she faced me. God Damn Her! I had been thinking about things like pain as well. It made me sound as pathetic and emo as Stefan.

I watch as she just walked away. My voice cracked abit as I heard her thump down the stairs and shout out to Stefan. Only if she had stayed…

I sped down the staircase to see Stefan in the living room; He was drinking bunny or something.

"Do I have to tell Bambi that you're eating its mom?"

Stefan rolled his eyes at me and continued drinking. I hung around like a bad scent. Stefan must relised I wanted something because of the next thing he had said:

"What do you want?"

"What is that girl's name who came to visit me today?"

"Why…?" He dragged on.

"Because…"I also dragged on the word.

He places the blood stained glass down on the antique coffee table and argues about it in his head, turning his head left to right, looking like he was weighing it up. There's nothing to weigh up, just give me her name I'll stalk her from there, I thought.

"Her name is Madeline Puckett" Stefan had finally given in.

"Thank you and I was about to think that, that animal blood was effecting your brain abit" I said sarcastically.

That day, I had sped to the mayor's office to look at the city records and if not there, than the governments records. I could easily manipulate the receptionist because she was a women and young, and of course not resistant to my looks and persuasion. I stepped into the main hall and walked up to the happy blonde. She looked up to me and smiled, just like that Caroline did to me, speaking of her. Next time I see her, I will eat her alive. She is so annoying. I took off my black sunglasses and flashed a smile back.

"Hi, can I look at the file for Madeline Puckett" I persuaded.

The preppy blonde did what she was told, she passed me the file and I took read

"Thanks" I said while I read.

'Name: Madeline Jessica Puckett. DOB: 27/08/88. Parents: Hunter Puckett, Jessica Puckett. Address: 75 Ginger Lane…'

I handed the file back and placed my shades back over my eyes.

I remember an old cottage at that place, guess she'll be getting a visit soon…

It was 12am when I walked into the old cottage. I was invited in here at 1864, one month after I was turned. So of course I was allowed in. Not even a creak was heard while I stepped through the vampire's home. The next thing my eyes saw after entering another room, was a woman sleeping, I sat down and watched. While looking into her several dreams on that night, I found one about me. That makes me smile because I didn't force that into her head. She rustled around in her sheets; I had rolled my shoulder around, waiting for her face to brighten up as she awoke and found me sitting there, Thinking about her reaction.

She had sat up quickly, gasping. God, bad dream about 1923 much? She brushed the hair out her eyes then stared in my direction. The shock set in her face.

"Damon?" Madeline asked. I smiled as she spoke my name.