AN: Ready Guys? Ok. This week, there will not be a new episode, but I will still be updating, since the last chapter my story is set right before episode 4, Memory Lane. Most of the chapter will have the main events of the episode, unless I don't like it. Then it'll be changed, or taken out completely. If this is an issue for you, as a reader, I am sorry. But it's called Fan Fiction for a reason. :D

I love you all, and enjoy the chapter.

Now

Going to Jenna's house for a barbeque sounded good. Just not when her ex-boyfriend and a vampire were going to be there.

He did not like vampires.

Then (Mason, five months ago)

"I know what you are Mason Lockwood." Mason mentally rolled his eyes at her attempt at being sexy. She wasn't even his type. He preferred strawberry blondes with blue eyes and…shaking the thought from his head, he turned to face the woman.

"Oh yeah?" he said rudely. "And what's that?" she grinned, and showed her fangs.

"Werewolf."

"Vampire. Bitch." When she kept smiling, it was a little unnerving, but he held his ground.

"Hmm. The dog knows more than I thought he would." She said, looking him up and down like he was a piece of meat. (Which, really, he was. But still. Rude bitch.)

"You are going to go back to Mystic Falls." She said in a weird tone, looking directly into his eyes.

"Ah, no, I'm not." Mason said, confused. What was she talking about?

"Yes, you will." The weird tone of voice was gone, and now she was looking at him as if she were considering something.

"No, I won't. There's no reason for me to go back."

"There will be if I kill that little girlfriend of yours." She-bitch said arrogantly. Mason felt his blood run cold, and his entire body went on alert.

"You mother-"

"Katherine." She said. "My name is Katherine. And if you don't go back to Mystic Falls soon, Jenna Sommers will be dead, and it will be on your head. I will rip her limb from limb."

He growled deep in his chest, and felt the wolf rise up. The wolf was thrashing on the inside, screaming No, no, no, not our Jenna, making it impossible to push down. The full moon was too close.

"If you touch Jenna," he said, his voice low and deceptively calm. "Or hurt her in anyway, be it physically or mentally, I will end you."

"Well then. You'll just have to go back home to make sure I don't, won't you?" She said, casting a glance at his ring.

Then she was gone.

He rubbed the ring on the middle finger of his right hand. Jenna's brother-in-law had given it to him…shaking that memory away, he thought about Jenna, alone in Mystic Falls with Elena and Jeremy, no one to protect them. He'd been there, the day of Grayson and Miranda's funeral, after everyone was gone. That was only a month ago. He checked up on her a couple times a year, but maybe it was time for another visit, just to see how she was doing...

Now

"Damon's a dick." Mason said, snuggling his face into Jenna's neck. "And he knows." Jenna, who had been giggling, suddenly stopped.

"He knows?"

"Yeah." He pulled away so he could watch her face.

"How?" she sounded worried.

"Remember that day Alaric, Elena and Damon went to Duke?" he asked

"Yes, of course." She blushed, remembering that night, and the morning after spent in Mason's arms. He grinned, in an almost feral way, and gave her a quick, fierce kiss.

"Anyway, they went to her office to learn more about Katherine, but also me and what I could've been. And they found out, the same night you found out about me. I tried to bite Stefan, before my human side could recognize him."

Jenna sighed. "I didn't know that. That's why Damon was so defensive, and asked me about silver knives."

Mason kissed her forehead. "Silver doesn't work, just so you know." She laughed.

They lay in silence for a moment, until Mason cleared his throat. "I don't want you hanging around Damon. Not that he's your best friend or anything, but I'd feel better if he weren't here. At all." She sat up and stared at him, looking a little surprised.

"But this is my house, and I can invite in anyone I want, including Damon, because I trust him." Jenna herself looked surprised at that, but she kept going, ignoring Mason's attempt to speak.

"You can't just decide who can come in and out of my home, Mason. You don't live here, so really, it's none of your business." She sat up and moved away from him.

"Jenna, I just want you to be safe."

"No, I don't think that's the only reason. I'm not an inanimate object that you can pee on and mark your territory."

"Jenna-"

"No. I have to go…do something." she was flustered and annoyed, making her unable to find a good excuse. "I'm just going downstairs, unless I am no longer allowed to do that in my own home. When I get back, please don't be here. I need to think." And with a little toss of her head, she left him lying no the bed, completely confused about what just happened.

Then (earlier that day, around 12:30)

"Damon, I'm busy."

"But Jenna!" he smiled at her, attempting to look innocent, and failing. But it had the desired affect of getting her to listen to him.

"Make it quick."

"Are you sure that having someone as dangerous as Mason Lockwood in your house is smart?"

"You're in here." She pointed out.

"But I'm not dating you, and have no desire to. He is, and does. Don't get me wrong, you're hot, and I like smart women, but we'd kill each in the in the first week." The playful seriousness in his eyes made her laugh, and he joined in.

"Please, one day, and we'd both be dead." She said through her laughter.

"Probably." He agreed, and playfully nudged her. Then Alaric stepped into the room.

"Ooh. Drama time. Gotta go!" Damon said, and left quickly.

"You need help?" Alaric asked.

"Sure." Jenna said politely.

They made a salad in companionable silence, occasionally speaking to ask for something to be passed. But Jenna could tell by the set of Alaric's shoulders that there was something much more serious that he wanted to talk to her about.

"So, are you going to tell me the real reason you wanted to talk to me, or are we just going to have these weird silences in between conversations?" she asked, turning to face him.

He grinned, but she could tell it was a fake one. "I don't think you're going to be happy with Mason. He gives of this vibe that just turns me the wrong way."

"Other than the werewolf vibe?" she asked. At his shocked look, she nodded.

"Yes, I know about the werewolf thing, and the vampire thing, and that Isobel is alive and also a vampire. I don't think I'm missing anything else major." She turned back to the salad.

"I couldn't tell you."

"I know." She sighed. "We just weren't right for each other, and I'm okay with that. I've been okay with that. And what do you mean, you get a weird vibe? That might just be because of the werewolf thing."

"Trust me, it's not that. I just get this…feeling that he's violent, like he'll hurt you."

"Mason can't hurt me."

"You don't know that."

"Well, you're not part of our relationship. You don't see him everyday when he's at his best, or at his worst. You don't know, so maybe you shouldn't judge us." She turned away from him.

"But does he tell you the whole truth? What controlling you? He wants you to fall in line and listen to him without question. All he wants from you is sex, and after that, he'll leave you, and I'll be the one to pick up the pieces." Jenna slapped him right across his face, leaving a red mark.

"You need to get out of my house, and stay the hell away from me." She said, just as Mason appeared at the back door. Alaric only nodded, and brushed past Mason. Jenna ignored his questioning look, and went to check the oven, desperately trying to ignore the ring of truth she'd heard in Alaric's words.

Now

Mason left Jenna's confused, and a little hurt, but completely sure that it was all Alaric Saltzman's fault. Getting into his car, he started the engine, and turned to back out of Jenna's driveway, but there was someone in the passenger seat.

"Hello, Mason." Katherine said, hands folded neatly in her lap. "Fancy seeing you in Mystic Falls."