Hello everybody! I am finally back after like an eternity and a half lolz nywho I'm sorry I'm doing all sorts of skool things that have to do with scholarships and college apps and wondering when I'm getting my acceptance letters! Ugh its driving me nuts, plus I got the hunters vol. 1 and its crap. When did Stefan become a douche bag and when the hell did Damon become a bitch? Srry for the swears but damn I mean the ghostwriter fucked it all up! I feel they were trying to channel the show into the book…but you can't do that. It doesn't work right seeing that they are on two different pages. For those who haven't read it…please don't I am begging you. It's stupid I mean they freaking changed Meredith's last name to Suarez or something like that. Plus Bonne's got a grimoire, she has never called her spell books grimoires, the show started that and the proper def. of a grimoire is a book that witches put their own spells in but w.e. ok I think I'm done with my rant…wait…yup all done. OMG the originals were so amazing, the whole family. I likey like Kol and Esther was cool. Finn was the oldest I think and I love Elijah's guilt for what he had done to Elena, cuz I truly think he loves her. Please don't leave Elijah I love you! Srry I wrote that didn't I? well um oh and Damon is just fuckin up big time, he sleeps with Rebekah cuz Elena hurt his feelings and Rebekah tries to set her on fire cuz Elena hurt her feelings as well. Little tip vamps: GET OVER IT! And last but not least, poor Bonnie, she just got her mom back and they were starting to bond, then Damon comes and turns her into a vamp…sucks for her. Well enough of my problems with TVD lets read this wack ass chapter of mine that just happened cuz I was listening to rock and hip hop at the same time lolz it takes place after the last chapter but a while after it. The next chapter will prolly be a flashback and if I'm not lazy I'll write that real quick and upload it tonight as well, then that'll be three chapts. Maybe if I listen to Tokio Hotel (whom I have recently become obsessed with again) then I will write it, but I make no promises.

The theater was crowded with people dressed in their finest clothes. The noise was just a murmur below the high voices of the singers. The seats were above each other and the red curtains swayed with their gold linings. In the box sat five people. Three women and two men, all chatting and clapping when appropriate. The opera was one of Elizabeth's favorite things to watch and she had begged Bertram to take her. Now she gasped when the play reached its climax, in which the pirate stabbed the captain of the ship. A woman screamed and fainted. Fake blood poured out of the gruff man who staggered pitifully as others wept and ran around the stage. The crowd was rapt with attention. Elizabeth had talked her friends into coming with her and her husband. They hadn't been to eager to see such a brutal play but now as she watched they all leaned forward to see better. A violin screeched and one of the women on the ship hit a very high note akin to a scream. She was being held hostage by the pirates. Elizabeth had never seen this before but she was sure that the woman would end up falling for the pirate. She stood along with Polly and Darla. Darla clutched her heart as the curtain went down on the woman's scream. They had only met Darla a few weeks ago at a dinner party that another friend of theirs had thrown and they hit it off immediately.

"That is so terrible," she whispered. The music continued to play as there was a bit of rustle behind the curtain, before it rose again. The next scene featured the pirate and the hostage lady, her name was Annabelle. She was pretty, her cheeks were still rosy and her dress was not yet torn. The pirate was singing to her in beautiful Italian. She was trying to resist, for she was prisoner. She spurned his advances and pushed him away, physically and emotionally. He became angry. He drew his sword. Bertram coughed and Daniel chuckled. Polly stole a glance at him, warning him that there were to be no more interruptions. He quieted down and stared at the play. Annabelle was trying hard to get out of the captain's quarters with the pirate, but he would not let her leave. She screamed horrible things, danced away from him while he brushed off her rejection as if it were nothing. The play was hours long and only those who were taken by it stayed. The next scene featured a hanging of one of the ships boys. He had tried to save Annabelle, with little luck of course. It seemed the Captain would win every fight he was in. Except the one against the leading lady. She would not let him have her. Her heart burned for the man she really loved. The old captain, the one who held her if she wept, who loved her through anything, no matter what she had done. Polly whimpered at the song that Annabelle sang. It was so sad, like a bird with a broken wing. Something you couldn't bear to see but kept looking at anyway. There was a scene that made Darla swoon. A dance that took place unknowingly by Annabelle and pirate Captain Thierry, as the ship docked in front of a graveyard. He was angry and hurt beyond belief. The real captain was dead and he sought to put Annabelle in the ground. She ran through graves and swayed along with the music that the orchestra was playing, while captain Thierry did the same. Polly and Elizabeth were quite frightened by the music and the fog emitting from the side of the stage. Thierry drew his sword and yelled in an incredible bass, that he would have her dead. She sang back. He would never take her; she would get away and stay away, and alive. They finally met up in front of a grave. He pushed her down on the broken dead ground. Darla had tears in her eyes. Many women were weeping. This story symbolized their inability to stand up to a man, that she had been caught. It was so sad for them. Slowly Thierry held out a hand and offered her his love once more. Annabelle was breathing heavy, she would give in they knew it. She reached out to the pirate. He smiled; for once their voices were synced in perfect harmony. Then Annabelle plunged the sword deep into her chest. Blood poured out and she gasped in pain while Thierry screamed and pulled the now red sword out of her chest. He dropped beside her and wept over her slowly dying body. She knew she would never escape him, but she didn't want to give him the power he would get over her death. She died that way, with this greedy pirate over her body and fog slowly surrounding them. Darla burst into tears as did Polly and Elizabeth. Bertram and Daniel looked surprised and a bit out of ease. Daniel put a hand on Polly's' lap and she wailed into his chest. Darla wiped her eyes as the orchestra put together once last song, with the pirate Thierry being the singer. He sang about his life, how he lost his first love to another man and had sailed around Italy watching others fall in love while he stayed on the sidelines, how each time he saw life, happiness, excitement he grew angry, hateful, vengeful. Then he saw Annabelle and she seemed so sweet and lovely and nothing like his first love. He had to have her. He knew she belonged to the captain of the ship 'Anabour' but he wanted her so. Karma had caught up with him, for all the horrible things he had done to those in love. He would never love anyone, he would never get to do things he so wanted. He looked again at Annabelle who still lay on the ground. After a very long note, he took his own sword and plunged it through his heart and died along side her. The music continued as the curtains draped closed slowly. Everyone stood and applauded over and over again as the music played. Darla wiped her eyes quickly with every blink. Slowly people began leaving the theater. The group of friends followed out of the box a couple, who walked coolly through the crowd.

"Wasn't that beautiful Bert?" Elizabeth asked as they left the theater house. Bertram nodded

"That it was Liz, I can't believe I enjoyed as much as I did." Daniel agreed

"Yes yet, I don't understand why she would kill herself. She could have just killed him."

"And become a murderer, she would have had to live with herself for the rest of her life." Polly countered her husband as they turned down a cobbled street. He shrugged and kissed her forehead

"Only you would take the play and make it into something real. Darling it wasn't real, Annabelle is a fictional character." Polly scowled

"I know that Daniel, don't patronize me." Elizabeth giggled and tapped Darla with her fan. Darla looked up at her curiously

"Yes,"

"Are you alright Darla, you haven't said a word since we left." Darla looked away quickly then said

"Oh I am just so moved by the play, it really struck my heart." Polly slipped her fingers in with Daniel's

"Don't worry Darla, you will not be like that, you will find someone who loves you back." Darla nodded in agreement then stopped short

"Oh, I forgot my purse! It has all my things, my money bag, all sorts of things." They all stopped

"Now calm down." Bertram started but Darla kept talking, panic real in her trembling voice

"I must go back for it, someone could steal it, and it's all the money I have."

"I'll go with you; Daniel will you make sure Elizabeth gets home alright?" Bertram asked already giving his wife a peck on the cheek.

"Of course Bert,"

"Hurry back now, its getting dark." Elizabeth warned as Darla all but rushed away, Bertram behind her. The group continued on while Bertram caught up with Darla and grabbed her arm. She slowed and looked at him.

"We will get it Darla." She nodded at his cool words and fell in step with him. They were quiet for a long moment then Darla spoke

"I really relate with the play Bert."

"Come now Darla you heard what the girls said…" she cut him off

"It is true though, I am exactly like the pirate, nothing like Annabelle; he is always searching for his lost love. As I am." He frowned

"You were once in love?" she glanced at him and pushed her long black hair back

"Oh yes, it was a very long time ago. We were the highlight of everyone's conversation. We were to be married but, he backed out when he found out I was no longer a virgin." Bertram got red and coughed gruffly. Darla continued to speak "It wasn't my fault of course, but it seemed that my tragedy had driven him into the arms of another woman. He claimed to love her. Isn't that ridiculous?" he passed a hand through his blond locks

"How so?" she clutched her left arm with her right

"Well how can you fall in love with someone else when you promised to love and be there for another? I don't understand how people can keep falling in love, all in one life." She looked at him with a small smile on her lips. Then the smile disappeared and a different look came across her pretty face

"What is the matter?" he asked, thinking she was going to be sick. They turned another corner, there was a long stretch before yet another corner then the theater would come into view. She reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a purse. When he saw it he stopped walking "your purse, it seems you didn't leave it at the theater." Still staring at him she said

"I know, I told you that so I could get you alone." He frowned. Darla was swaying slightly

"Why would you do that Darla?" he demanded starting to feel a bit out of ease. Darla raised an eyebrow

"What do you think of what I said, Bert? Is it really possible for a person to fall in love again after they claimed to have such love for that first person?" he swallowed hard and backed up. He didn't know why he was so afraid of Darla, she was a sweet girl, sometimes she would be odd about things, he thought this was just another odd moment; yet why did he tremble so? Darla's stare got deeper and she clenched her fists "Answer me Bertram!" she said through clenched teeth. He took a breath

"Yes I believe you can." She shook her head

"Wrong answer," she stepped closer "do you know why I'm interrogating you Bertram?" when he shook his head she laughed coldly "Really well then I suppose I will have to tell you." She walked around him, taking her time.

"What do you want from me Darla? I did nothing to you. I promise not to mention this to Elizabeth or Polly but you must stop." She did stop, she stopped right in front of him and glared so fierce her whole face seemed to change. Her dark hair blew in the wind giving her a very evil look.

"You did nothing to me? Do you know what I want you to do Bertram? I want you to think, think really hard." She grabbed him by his throat and squeezed it tight. He choked and grabbed her hand to try to pull her off. She wouldn't let go though.

"Darla…" he wheezed. Darla let out an insane laugh that almost sounded like she was crying. Looking into his eyes, hers changed. They became doe-like and afraid, an impossible blue that was oh so familiar. He gasped as memory came back to him. he was much younger, his blond hair a golden colour his eyes bright green, his body ready for adventure, his smile charming all the young ladies, especially Cynthia, with her long black hair and blue eyes, tan skin and pink lips. She was everything he wanted in a woman and more. He courted her it seemed endlessly and when he finally got her, they were the perfect couple. Both were from wealthy families and were very powerful. He had ended it when he found out she had slept with his childhood friend and Cynthia had pleaded with him and tried to speak but he wouldn't let her. He had walked away and never thought about her again, except when… his eyes widened significantly as Darla tightened her hand "you're dead!" he exclaimed. She let him go and sighed. He fell to the ground gasping and coughing "you died a very long time ago, I saw your body Cynthia." She raised her brows

"You saw my body, doesn't mean it was dead. There was a small funeral then I was put in the ground…well the coffin was put in the ground, not me." He shook his head in disbelief

"But how, I don't understand…"

"No and you never will, I tried to tell you what happened but you didn't seem to care, your friend did not have my consent to do what he did to me." She looked up at the sky and thought then her voice took on a gentle tone "my sire had my consent though, he turned me into what I am now, all because of you Bertie and now it's my time for revenge."

"But that was so many years ago, I thought you betrayed me."

"With your best friend? Men have no respect for women, no trust at all!" she took a breath and seemed to calm down a bit "no matter, I will do what I should have done years ago." He shook his head repeatedly as he crawled backward. Darla, or as she is called Cynthia walked forward slowly, smiling seductively. Bertram was terrified of his supposed 'dead' love. She was here for revenge, but how and who was this sire she talked about. He grabbed hold of whatever was behind him, the edge of the wall. He pulled himself up and ran as fast as he could. Somewhere in the back of his mind told him that if she was a ghost she couldn't hurt him, but something else told him she was no ghost and running would not help him. Sure enough he found himself skidding to a stop. Cynthia was standing in front of him smiling. He turned back around but she was there too. She caught him by his jacket and frowned "I don't remember telling you to run Bertram." Her teeth gleamed white in the moonlight, then they started to change. Her canines sharpened and her blue eyes turned blood red, veins crackling underneath. He tried to scream but it came out as a thin whistle. He was breathing heavy trying to get out of her abnormally strong grip

"Please Cynthia I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I thought you hurt me first." Cynthia spoke, and her teeth got in the way

"Oh you're sorry; well that makes everything all better." He shook and trembled as she bared her fangs. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. "I like you better silent love." Then she struck. His blood flowed from the two holes she created in his throat, and she felt so much better. She had tortured him over the past twenty years unbeknownst to him, giving Elizabeth horrible dreams, him headaches, making him do things he didn't remember doing in the morning; but tonight was the night she planned on killing him and Elizabeth, and those annoying little friends of theirs. Her heart was hurt as were her feeling. She killed his childhood friend a long time ago for what he had done to her and to her relationship with her one true love. When she turned she thought if she could corner Bertram she could explain to him what had happened, that maybe they could fall in love again. But he was with Elizabeth, the two had gotten married and Cynthia was a wreck with grief and pain. Now all she wanted was for it all to go away. Bertram's heart slowed down and gradually stopped. She didn't stop drinking until all of his blood was out of his body, then she simply let him drop. Staring at his body she ran her hand across her lips. He was no longer worth anything to her; he was just a dirty corpse in an alley street. She licked her teeth and stepped over the body disdainfully. She started down the alley with power and intention in each step. Coming round a corner she halted. She could feel someone else in the alley with her, they were strong and powerful; and at the moment very angry. She tilted her head and listened very hard. Someone appeared in front of her all of a sudden and she took an immediate step back.

"Cynthia, what have you done?" Cynthia let out a sigh of relief and smiled up at the man. She was thankful it was only him and no one else. She shook back her mane and stood straighter. She loved flirting with him; it was one of her hobbies. They had known each other for years, he was the one who had taken her from human life, promised her so much power and pleasure with just one bite. Cynthia slipped her arm through his and leaned against his chest

"What does it look like?" Her eyes were still red and her fangs were still glistening. He sighed and pushed her away "what's the matter Damon, you don't like when I'm bad."

"I told you not to kill him." Cynthia shook her head

"You don't control me; I can do what I want. He hurt me bad, and he had to finally pay." She smiled sweetly "Are you angry with me Damon?" when he nodded she petted his hair "oh well let me make it up to you." She kissed his cheek then his jaw and finally his lips. Damon stood still then he grabbed her arm and twisted. she grunted in pain. He slammed her into a wall and growled

"And you think you can just leave his body there, like no one is going to notice."

"Actually I was going to get Liz and the others so they might join him." Damon glared at her

"You are not killing those people." She scoffed and tried to push him off. He held her fast

"You have no control over me Damon; I will kill them if I want." He shook his head

"And cause even more trouble? I don't think so you are not going to hurt them, I understand the man, but not the others." Cynthia smiled coquettishly at him

"One for all and all for one," Damon slammed her against the wall hard, and Cynthia gasped in little pain

He whispered. "Here's something for you to think about: if you kill them I will kill you, understand?"

"Get off of me." She demanded, in response he held her tighter

"Clean that up or there will be hell to pay." He let her go and straightened his jacket. Cynthia moved away from the wall slowly, her eyes burning an even deeper red than before. He hurt her arm and shoulder. She was certain something was out of place. She thought of how she could bother him next; make him angry and irritated so she could fight him. She was still so angry and if Damon wasn't going to let her kill the other humans then she needed a distraction. Quickly she found one.

"Where's your warden Damon? I thought you weren't allowed to go out alone." She taunted as she stepped into the middle of the alley.

"He isn't alone." A voice behind her sounded. It was silky smooth and sweet, everything Cynthia wasn't. She turned to see Lily standing there, her eyes calm and cool, but her stance very much like Cynthia's own. Damon moved slightly to Cynthia's right but still stood out of her view. "You killed tonight and without permission, why?" Cynthia did not like Lily's question, she especially didn't like the way she asked it. Wetting her lips she said cutely

"I was bored." Lily tilted her head to the right and pulled her chin up slightly

"Oh," Cynthia nodded her eyes locking with Lily's. Ever since they met she didn't like Damon's mate. She was blond and cute, much like Elizabeth also she seemed to have something over Damon, she held him in her grasp and would not let go. Lily smiled as if she heard every word Cynthia was thinking "hmm, well now I'm bored." Damon chuckled and Cynthia turned quickly to look at him. When she looked back, Lily was gone.

"Damon, where has she gone?" he shrugged

"She is bored like you, maybe now she will kill Elizabeth." Cynthia let out a growl so fierce Damon actually tilted his head back

"She can't they are mine! I told you she was no good, she deserves death Damon, its should only be us." Suddenly her tone turned sweet and saccharine. "We can be together, and then it would all be okay." There was a loud chuckle from behind her. Cynthia turned back and growled

"Get over yourself honey," Lily slammed a piece of wood into her stomach. Cynthia's scream echoed all around the alley. Lily pulled it out then repeated the motion. Cynthia put her hands up and tried to push Lily away and Damon stepped forward. "No let me do this,"Lily said softly, stalling her husband from his immediate reaction. She was pissed, very pissed. Cynthia had no right to insinuate that she was holding Damon by a rope, that she was better than her for Damon. 'Oh no Cynthia, he may have made you but he is not yours.' She thought savagely as she ripped at the girls' stomach and chest with the stake. Cynthia staggered back coughing up blood. Already she was healing, but slowly because it was wood. She glared at Lily still moving back. Her mouth opened and she snarled. Lily went at her with her nails, flicking them almost carelessly around the young girl. Cynthia pushed Lily away from her one handedly and screamed with anger as Lily did not budge. She grabbed Cynthia by her hair and banged her head against the wall Damon was no longer standing against. She lost some conscience and whimpered softly. Lily's eyes were blood red tinged with black, her veins pulsing with energy, excitement from this fight. She was eager to finish it. But she heard Damon's voice in her mind, cold and calm as always. Without much thought, Lily dropped the stake and licked her fingers, her eyes were serene again her lips clean of any blood, and her face was back to normal. "Are you ok?" Cynthia put a hand against her bleeding scalp and stood straight

"Go to hell," she growled. Lily glared at her then said in an ice cold mocking voice

"Wrong answer," she threw herself at the dark haired girl and bit her throat. Cynthia struggled, her nails tearing at Lily's back and shoulders. She grabbed her hair as the two fell back. Lily heard a crack as the younger girls' head hit the stone. Lily put her knees on Cynthia's stomach and sat up slightly. Cynthia still had her hair. Lily pulled. Many strands came out and Lily grunted in slight pain "ow," her dress was bloody and the skirt portion was hiked up just to her thighs. She stared down at the breathing girl breathing softly herself. "Now, Cynthia hmm, I asked if you were ok. I think I was being polite; if I wasn't please, tell me so I may correct myself." Cynthia didn't answer; she turned her face away and took in a grasp of air. She was tired and in pain, she wanted to go home. Looking back up at Lily she said softly

"No, I am not okay. You hurt me with that piece of wood." Lily smiled and a touch of her old self appeared

"I'm so sorry Cynthia, it's just; you hurt my feelings when you tried to seduce my Damon, I couldn't let you go unpunished. It must be hard, seeing us together when you've lost your love. I will try to be more understanding of your attitude, but I ask you not to bait me anymore." Lily flipped her hair back and stood. She held her hand out for Cynthia to take. When she did Lily pulled her up and dusted her dress off

"What do we do about the others though, I can't leave them alive Lily, they will find Bertram's body and assume I had something to do with it." Damon spoke up from the shadows he resided in at the moment

"Not necessarily." Lily and Cynthia looked at him curious and patient.

"How do you figure that?" Cynthia asked her gloved hands resting on her hips. Damon moved forward one step

"Well, they can't possibly think a dead girl had anything to do with a dead man." Cynthia's eyes flickered around her in panic now. Damon wasn't as cruel as Lily, he might have pushed her around some times but he never really fought her. He didn't do her permanent damage like Lily and for Damon to suggest that she died was already a stake to the heart. She became painfully aware that Lily was again fingering her stake. He was her sire; she felt a bond, something that couldn't be explained to a human. She was very close to him.

"What are you talking about; I am not dead like he is." Damon made a face

"Not yet you aren't." Lightning fast he latched onto her neck and started sucking. Cynthia struggled, her panic full blown terror now; though somewhere in the back of her mind told her that if anyone was to kill her, it should be Damon he had made her after all. Soon she felt her body start to dry out, crack and shrivel like a grape put in the sun for so long, it became a raisin. Her gasp was dry and thin, tears pricked in her eyes as she remembered doing this to Bertram, knowing this was how he felt when she had done this. They were both responsible for this night and they would both pay. Now they had. Damon let her drop with a satisfied sigh. She would always taste like hot cinnamon and spice, brown sugar and chocolate all mixed together in the finest Italian champagne. Lily stomped her foot in irritation. "What?" she glared at him half angry half hurt "What did I do? I killed her Lily isn't that what you wanted?" Lily turned in a circle and groaned in frustration

"That is exactly why I am angry!" he was baffled. Damon sputtered trying to say something that would appease his golden haired girl but she was already halfway down the alley.

"Lily, come back!" he caught up with her in a moment turning her around so she faced him "did I do it wrong, was it too intimate?" she gave him a fake smile but lost it instantly

"No, you killed her, that's why I'm upset." He frowned then his eyes widened

"Were you serious? You wanted her to stay alive. I thought you just…"

"Goddess no! I hated Cynthia since the day you brought her home it's just, I wanted to do it." Damon's worried look disappeared and he smiled at her pout. Taking her hand he pulled her to him. She had blood on her neck and in her curls. She was beautiful to him this way. "Why didn't you let me kill her, she was going to suffer." He just hummed in appreciation as she swayed against him

"I'll make it up to you." She shook her head and turned away

"Well you can't now, she is dead." He pulled her back and kissed her bloody neck

"I'm sorry." Lily sighed dramatically

"You're going to make me forgive you aren't you."

"Yes, I am," She turned around to face him

"Well I don't think I want to." He chuckled

"You have to."

"Why, because we live together?" his eyes darkened

"We do more than live together Liliana." She laughed and hugged him tight.

"That we do, well now that she is gone, what are we going to do about DeMarco?" they started walking out of the alley.

"What do you mean? We have him, he will be at his estate all the money is there we're good." The found themselves on the street. Damon took his jacket off and slipped Lily's arms through it. She pulled the collar up and smiled at him in thanks. Slowly her vampire high began to lose depth and she sighed, becoming the human girl she would always be, no matter how crazy her face got when she smelled blood. There had always been a question she had wanted to ask Damon, but she could only do it sober and not drunk off of blood or a fight with another of her kind. Then thinking about it, Cynthia was never really her kind.

"Damon, why did you become a mercenary?" they kept their words low as they leaned against each other. It was cold that night; the air was biting at the people who still were out on a dare or whim. Damon pulled her hands into his

"I like money,"

"Yes but, why you could do anything yet you became a mercenary. Isn't that…wrong?"

"Says the girl who butchered a hundred men in one night when we did the Mercy's in." he tried to tease but Lily was completely serious about her question. He sighed "I felt that becoming a mercenary was the only job I could do not only because I am a vampire, but it gives me a sense of power, and control that I like. Even when I was human, I had to be in control, no one especially Stefan or Father were to control me. I would always be two steps ahead, never back." They crossed the street and walked until they came to a townhouse, with about fifteen stairs leading to the door. Lily stood on the first step and kissed Damon's palm

"You are still hurt by him aren't you?" Damon pulled his hand away and walked past her up the stairs. She turned to follow "Damon please don't shut me out."

"Why must we have this conversation every time I kill? You don't hear me going on about your past when you commit a murder." Lily shook her head in anger

"Because my past wasn't horrible, I didn't wish for death or power because I was afraid of someone kicking me and keeping me down!" then she slapped her hand over her mouth with a gasp. Damon stood there on the seventh stair quietly fuming. Black waves of hatred and anger radiated from him in great bunches, like radioactive fumes. "I didn't mean…"

"How did you know that?" he asked softly she shook her head and slowly removed her hand from her mouth "answer me Liliana." She let out a breath and when she looked up at him her eyes were swimming with tears. She was tough against those she needed to be tough against, the vampire came out when the fangs did. She could do anything at that moment, it was like she wasn't even speaking, it was the demon. But when she was with Damon or Brandon, or even Frankie, she was who she used to be. A troubled girl in love with a vampire, a girl who loved to smile despite her woes; who was sweet yet not gullible. "Lily, answer me!" when she didn't answer he came down the stairs and grabbed her arm, not hard but she still winced "Lily!" he was desperate. She looked up at him with sad eyes

"I'm sorry Damon; I didn't mean to do it. You were sleeping and I was watching you. You look so innocent when you sleep and I was touching your hair. You had a bad dream, I wanted to know of what." She almost laughed "I mean, I thought you of all people never had bad dreams, you are so brave and terrifying to almost everyone you meet. You intimidate and infatuate even the most stoic person and you were having a bad dream." She grabbed his arm suddenly and wrenched his off of her. Then she raced up the stairs and through the door, with Damon right behind her. They slid down the hall. Damon grabbed her and threw her against the wall

"What did you see?" she cocked her head before she sent him flying

"That hurt," she shook her hair back and followed him into the next room "you don't remember, hmm then there must have been a few times. More than one bad dream Damie I am astonished." He flew up and attacked her for the throw. Lily gasped when he growled in her ear, his face that of a vampire. The house was silent; Brandon and Frankie must have been hunting. There was a crash as Lily threw Damon into a table. She jumped on him and growled prettily. Damon was still upset though "I saw bad things, he beat you a lot didn't he?" Damon pushed her off and stood up straight "I'm sorry love I didn't mean to upset you it just came out." He was far from done with her though. They ran around the house at vampire speed slamming each other into walls and other flat surfaces trying to better the other. Damon felt his anger and frustration pull away from him and evaporate into thin air, and soon he began to ease up on Lily and let her win.

Lily finally succeeded in keeping Damon against something; it turned out to be the couch. She straddled him, her dress almost in tatters. Damon stared up at her exhausted and hungry.

"Okay, you win," Lily's eyes narrowed

"I know you let me win Damon, I'm not that strong." She kissed his nose then hopped up "I need to wash; her blood is still on me." She made a face full of disgust before turning and walking out of the room. Damon took a deep breath and sat up. He needed to wash too he started to get up, to see if Lily wanted to play some more when the doorbell rang. He passed a hand through his hair and fixed his shirt and trousers as he made his way down the hall. If a neighbor had called the police because of the noise he was going to be so irritated. He opened the door to find no one there. Frowning Damon walked out the door and scanned with his eyes, that was when he saw the package and letter on the fifth step. He walked down to it and stared. Then leaning down he snatched it up and carried it up the stairs and into the house. The envelope said Damon's name on it and the package said Lily. Closing the door with his free hand he wondered who had sent it. Dropping Lily's package on the side table he slit open the letter and read it

Dear Damon,

I have heard so much about you from your dark haired friend. He would not give a name but asked if I deliver this to you seeing as you do not want anything to do with him, for reasons I may never know. The package is for your mate, he says she might enjoy it, if she still can. I don't know how her situation works out for her. I look forward to meeting you some day. He talks of you in such a fierce way, you must be a force no one in their right mind would ever challenge.

That was all, he searched front and back to see if they had signed it, but there was nothing, not even an initial. Crumbling the letter, he reached for the package. Knowing this man, he might have sent Lily something deadly. He felt the package first, it was large and rectangular and very hard. Damon sighed and with an eye roll ripped the paper. Lily wouldn't be upset, if worse came to worse, she would never get this…book. It was a grimoire to be more specific, and when Damon flipped through it he saw it was empty. Scoffing in disgust He stowed it away in his private study in the draw that stayed locked at all times. Then he went up stairs where Lily was in the bathroom, water running and her voice going at loud. She was singing to herself. Imitating the opera that Cynthia and her so called friends had been to earlier that night. He knew that either someone had come across the bodies already or they would in the morning. Cynthia still had her ring, so she wouldn't burn in the sun and the police wouldn't make a real investigation out of it. He would check it out in the morning. Lily's voice got lower just slightly then went high again on Annabelle's part. The door was cracked. He peeked in. Lily was swaying along in the bathtub to imaginary music as she washed. He chuckled Lily glanced over to him still singing. She smiled

"Who was at the door?" he answered smoothly

"It was no one really, probably those kids playing around again." She nodded and scrubbed her neck and arms. "In a few weeks we will go for DeMarco, his children will be with his brother and sister–in-law, it will only be his help and a few guests; at least that's what Henry told me. She beckoned to him

"And what will we do with his money?" Damon shrugged and sat in the chair beside the huge tub. He kicked his shoes off then pulled the tatters that were his shirt off his body, where nail marks and dried blood riddled his skin. Lily touched his chest "oh you poor baby, I got you good didn't I?" she admired her work with all her attention. Damon agreed half way

"We'll save it, do what we want with it when we need to." He took her by her chin and licked the blood on her cheek that she had missed "Like when we need to flee Florence." She splashed him playfully

"Shut up, we will never need to flee Florence, it's our home." Damon knelt beside her and stroked her shoulder.

"You're right, we won't ever need to flee, no one could make us leave." He kissed her lips with a passion. He didn't even notice Lily pulling him till he was almost on top of her in the water, and when he did they both burst into laughter.

Yeah so I know its crap but it was just off the top of my head. I'm planning on posting this and my VK story chapter tonight as well, it's almost finished anyway. Everything has just been crazy. If I only post this one you and only you will know it was because I was tired and hungry at the same time well I love you guys so much and hope you read and review this lame ass chapter. I think the nxt one is kind of funny and I haven't even started writing it yet. I do know that it will be kinda short, yeah shorter than this! But at least it's something right? Well hugs and kisses and lots of Tokio Hotel shout outs