Lost Girls.

Leya gasped as she woke with a jolt, unfamiliar trees surrounded her every which way she turned. She quickly realized that she wasn't at the boarding house anymore, she was somewhere in the woods and it was pitch black.

Leya was lying on the ground, still in her outfit from the car wash and she was freezing but most importantly she was alone. She didn't know if this was a good or bad thing. She slowly stood up not wanting to alert anyone she was out here. She stood shakily, and winced as pain erupted through her neck.

She carefully lifted her hand to feel the left side of her neck, it was hot and sticky and she could feel whatever blood she had left slowly trickle down the side of her neck. That arse, Leya thought angrily, she was so going to kill Damon later.

Leya pressed her hand against her neck to try and slow the bleeding and looked around to see if she recognized anything. She didn't.

She cautiously walked forward avoiding crunchy leaves and fallen sticks knowing they would give away her position if she were to step on one. She stilled as a light came into view, there was a small fire and Leya took tiny, quiet steps to get a better look.

There were bodies lying on the ground, dead bodies and Leya was upset that the sight didn't really bother her as much as she thought it would've; then again she's seen much worse.

Then she saw him, Damon Salvatore, she wanted nothing more than to march into the clearing and beat the living daylights out of him, but she would be at a disadvantage since he was a vampire and all, which meant super strength.

Vampire her arse, she thought rolling her eyes, by the time she got away she swore to herself that she would harm him one way or another, one for biting her and two for killing those teenagers.

Damon started to rummage through each of the bodies looking for something, and when he didn't find it he poured their alcohol over their dead bodies. Leya's blood boiled.

Damon rummaged through one of the teens pockets and found a cell phone dialing a familiar number. While taking a sip of the alcohol he was using to burn the bodies, as he spotted a shadow of a person. It seems Leya Potter has finally woken up, he would deal with her later and it won't be very pretty; for her.

"Hello?" Stefan greeted.

"I want my ring." Damon demanded pissed off.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the sizzler. I had the buffet. Where's my ring?" Damon was getting impatient.

"I don't have it. Where are you? What have you done?" Stefan commanded. Damon picked up a branch that was in the fire and started lighting the bodies on fire.

"No. What have you done? You're the one who locked me in the basement, starved me, so whatever I've done, whoever I've sucked dry is on you buddy." Damon protested.

"You're being careless. How many more animal attacks is this town going to believe huh?"

"I know how to cover my tracks, Stefan. Where's my ring." Damon asked him again.

"I gave it to Zach to hide." Stefan told him. Damon raised his eyebrows in shock.

"Probably shouldn't have killed him." Stefan continued.

Damon began to smile. "Ah, you almost got me. Now where is it?" Damon questioned angrily.

"I'll get it back, but I need time." Stefan caved.

"What? Did you FedEx it to Rome? Where is it?" Damon yelled. "I already have our delicious new foreigner you can get her back in, oh maybe two or three days; after I'm done with her that is. I want my ring Stefan or my next stop's Elena's."

"I already want you dead; don't give me another reason to make it happen." Stefan growled angrily concerned about Leya and worried for what Damon might do next.

"Don't give me another reason to rip you apart." Damon shot back.

"Yeah? Is that going to before or after you get your ring back?" Stefan replied cleverly.

Damon grew wide eyed. "Just get it." and hung up.

Damon looked over at Leya who was trying to hide, but was unsuccessful when he easily spotted her with his enhanced eyesight and walked over to her all of a sudden feeling hungry again.

Leya bit her lip keeping the swear word she so wanted to let out in, when she noticed Damon walk towards her with a newly renewed predatory look in his eyes.

Just before he reached her he disappeared, Leya knew he was still around watching her every move, he just wanted to scare her and it was, unfortunately, working. She spotted a thick branch no too far away from her that looked perfect for impaling and quickly came up with a plan.

She didn't know if it would work really, half the plans she along with Hermione and Ron created at Hogwarts never actually worked out. She just hoped this one did.

Leya walked into the light, eyes darting everywhere; she was just a few centimeters away from the branch when a slick voice rang out behind her.

"I was wondering when you would wake up."

Leya spun around and clenched her jaw as she spotted a smug smirk upon Damon face. "Stay away from me." She seethed.

"I don't think I really want to." He replied walking closer to where she stood, amused at her brave façade.

Leya stood her ground as Damon walked closer to her, she would be lying if she said she wasn't scared but she would get out if this alive, after what she's endured her entire life she would be damned if she let Damon kill her after fighting so valiantly to live.

Damon stood directly in front of her now, he could see a hint of fear but there was something else, knowledge. She knew, Damon didn't know how she knows but his best bet would be that Saint Stefan fessed up when she started asking questions. He thought he smelt her scent around the boarding house while he was in the cell.

"You know." Damon stated.

"For a while now." She replied. "Though if I didn't, it wouldn't be too hard to figure out considering." She continued gesturing to the dead bodies on fire around them. Damon let out a breathy laugh and smirked looking around at his handiwork.

"Why aren't I dead?" Leya asked curious. She thought she would be dead by now; there was no way Damon had enough restraint to stop from killing her after being deprived of blood for however many days.

"Now that's a funny story." Damon said cynically looking at her intently. "I was about to finish you off at the house when my head felt as if it was fire. What did you do to me?"

Leya's faced scrunched in fake confusion. "I've no idea what you're talking about."

Immediately Damon hand flashed out and wrapped around her neck rendering her breathless. It got harder and harder for her to breathe as Damon lifted her up until she was standing on the very tips of her toes.

"What did you do to me?" He asked slowly and menacingly.

"I don't know." Leya rasped clawing at his hand as tiny black spots started to appear; he searched her face looking for any deceit before sighing almost disappointingly and let her go.

Leya fell hard onto her knees as she gasped for air, her lungs expanding and contracting rapidly. She was so distracted by regaining her breath that she missed Damon's one-sided interaction with the unconscious Vicki Donovan.

He said his head felt like it was on fire. Leya knew there was a spell called Sanguinem Crepitus which she had read in a book she found at Sirius' house when they were planning their break in at the Ministry. The spell was a dark one that made the recipient feel as if their head was exploding. And when used on another Witch, Wizard or Muggle would eventually die but Leya supposed that if it was used on a supernatural creature with healing abilities they would just heal.

There was no way she could've done that spell. Especially since she was wandless. Right?

Damon walked back to her as she stood. "What am I going to do with you?" He question tucking a lock of hair that fell out from behind her ear.

"Let me go." She stated quietly and Damon looked at her humorously.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because… if I really wanted to I could hurt you."

Damon laughed.

Silently without her wand where she'd stupidly left it back at home, she cast a spell. Using wandless magic to make an object float was completely different than using a wand. With a wand everything was easier to control, to direct, but making the thick branch behind her float up and into her hand was a task.

Leya could feel the earth and the air and in the middle of that was weight of the branch. It was solid and strong, she could feel the amount of time it had grown from seed to tree to just a mere branch of the whole tree. It didn't take long before her hand grasped firmly around the branch just as Damon stopped laughing.

"I doubt you could hurt me."

Leya's jaw clenched as she thrust the branch as hard as she could into his chest. Damon cried out in both shock and pain falling to his knees.

She twisted the branch roughly, and pushed it further impaling him making him shout out more in pain before letting go and sprinting as fast as she could being reminded of the time she had Snatchers on her tail. She didn't stop or slow down, she didn't know if Damon had gotten the branch out of him and was already after her or if he was still on the ground unable to move until he healed. And frankly she didn't care, she just wanted to be home.

Once she thought she ran far enough she stopped and looked around, it was dead silent. There was no wind making the leaves on the trees rustle, there were no hooting owls and no crickets, just the sound of her breathing and heartbeat. She was alone.

Leya closed her eyes and thought of her house, the living room more specifically, picturing it perfectly in her mind but just as she was about to Apparate something or someone in this case pushed her over. She fell with a groan and winced as Damon hauled her to her feet holding her so close their noses were touching. It was an unfortunate position.

"Risky move you pulled there." Damon barely whispered. "And now you've made me mad."

Leya said nothing she just glared at him venomously; there wasn't anything she could do really. She was trapped like an animal, and she hated it.

"This could've gone a completely different way." He said before lunging, biting her where he last bit her; hard.

Leya shut her eyes and clenched her jaw in pain, she didn't scream. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her in pain; anyway she's been in even more painful circumstances than this. She wasn't afraid of dying and she was sure Damon wouldn't kill her; he was much too interested in her secret to kill her.

Leya's breathing became strenuous and everything around her started to blur, she blinked her eyes several times to try and make everything clear, but it did not work. She felt numb as she started to slowly lose consciousness and fleetingly wondered where she would wake up next.

Damon moaned as he un-latched his mouth from her neck when he felt that she was no longer moving and tilted his head back to the sky feeling the breeze hitting his face. That was the best blood he had tasted in a long time.

The second time Leya woke she was more aware. She shot up into a sitting position as yesterday's events came back to her full force. Instead of the cold hard earth, she was on a soft bed with white cotton sheets.

Leya slowly got off the bed, her eyes darting everywhere for any unwanted persons who might be trying to hide. The bedroom she was in was large and airy, the bed made of an expensive light wood angled towards the door, the white sheets crumpled with a large blood stain on the pillow indicating she had slept there.

Leya delicately lifted her hand near her neck expecting the familiar sting of an open wound, but when she felt neither pain nor any teeth marks her eyes widened and she gripped the side of her neck more firmly as if trying to prove to herself that the trauma she had endured was not her imagination.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Damon said suddenly behind her.

She twirled around ready to punch him, but he caught her fist and held it before it reached his face and smirked amusedly as she continued to put force behind her clenched fist. Then she surprised him by swinging her other fist, successfully hitting him make his head snap to the side. Damon clenched his jaw, wondering how she packed such a powerful punch in such a tiny body.

Damon grabbed both her arms and forced her onto the bed ignoring her struggling; he looked into her eyes as he tried to compel her. For a moment he thought it wouldn't work, when a glazed look covered her eyes.

Leya struggled as hard as could, but he was too strong. She looked up to see his eyes doing something strangely odd, the pupils were dilating so fast it was unnatural. That's when she figured out what he was trying to do, she wanted to curse him but then a sudden thought entered her head. This could be her chance to escape. So relaxed her extremely tense body and glazed her eyes like the way she had seen many people under the Imperius Curse become.

"Now, what you're gonna do is relax, clean off all of that blood so you don't look like you were just in a crime scene. And when you're done, join me in the parlor and we can start having some fun." Damon said stroking her cheek. "Do you understand?"

"I understand." She replied robotically.

"Good." Damon said happily standing up leaving her on the bed. "Don't take too long." He sang as he walked out of the room.

Leya took in a shaky breath as she covered her face with her hands. It hadn't worked, Damon's compulsion did not work, and he either sucked at compelling people, which was unlikely, or she was impervious to compulsion. If it was the latter, she thanked the heavens and whatever God existed.

She got off the bed and walked to the bathroom making as much noise as she could and turned the shower on. Leya waited for a few seconds before she deemed it safe to Apparate.

The Salvatore boarding house was on the outskirts of town, so there wasn't another house around for miles, it was evidentially, the perfect spot for Apparation.

And with a crack, she was gone.

Leya stumbled slightly as she landed in her bedroom the loss of blood made her head spin. Once she regained balance she walked to her bathroom stripping as she went and turned the shower on as hot as it could go.

She stepped in wincing slightly at the heat as steam filled the bathroom. She scrubbed herself furiously turning her skin into a pinky red, almost as if she could scrub away the memories. It had never worked before so why should it now, she thought dropping the sponge leaning her head against the black tiled wall watching as the dried blood from her neck turned to liquid once more as it swirled down the drain.

She had to call Stefan, tell him she was alive and not dead as he probably thought she was from the conversation he had with his brother the other night. She turned off the shower and exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel, steam billowing behind her. She picked up the cellphone from the bedside table, exactly where she had left it yesterday and called Stefan as she dressed.

This was the last time she ever left home without her phone and wand. She swears she had the worst luck in the world, why couldn't she just have one year without any problems, it was all she had ever asked. Yet, fate seemed to have other plans for her.

Leya sighed and rolled her eyes as it went to voicemail, Stefan seriously needed to learn to pick up his phone she thought angrily as she pulled a navy blue tank over her black bra tossing her phone aside. She slipped on a pair of skinny jeans and black boots recollecting her phone and wand as she marched down the stairs ready to go to the Gilberts, where Stefan most likely was.

She rang the doorbell at the Gilberts house and a minute later, Jeremy she believes his name was, opens the door.

"Hi. Jeremy, right?" She questions just to make sure.

"Uh, yeah. And you're…" Jeremy trails off unsure.

"Leya." She supplied. "Um. I was just wondering if Stefan was here with Elena. They're practically joint at the hip these days."

Jeremy laughed at her observation thinking the same thing. "Elena went out, and I don't know where Stefan is, sorry."

"Oh." Leya muttered discontented.

"But they'll probably be back soon… so, uh, you can come in and wait. If you want." Jeremy suggested opening the door wider.

"Thank you."

Jeremy showed her to the living room watching as she looked around at the décor smiling at the pictures situated on the tables and walls.

Jeremy hesitated before he spoke. "Listen. I just wanted to apologize, the first time we met I -"

"Don't worry about it, really. First impressions aren't everything. It's the second and third that count." Leya said cutting him off. And Jeremy smiled thinking he might actually like her.

Someone had started to ring the doorbell incessantly, and Leya looked on curious as Jeremy rushed to the door. As he opened it Vicki Donovan rushed in.

"The sun is killing me. My eyes are on fire." She said her hands hovering near her head which were covered in large sunglasses.

"Where have you been?" Jeremy asked concerned.

"It's good. Everything's good." She replied dodging his question and kissing him enthusiastically. Leya immediately averted her eyes, uncomfortable at the sight.

"What, did something happen?" Jeremy asked as she pulled away.

"I'm hungry." Vicki replied rushing down the hall to the kitchen. "What do you got to eat?"

Jeremy looked to Leya confused and she just shrugged her shoulders. It was a well-known fact that Vicki took drugs; maybe she was high on something. They followed her to the kitchen where she opened the fridge and started to take everything out.

"You're high? Vicki it's the middle of the day." Said Jeremy.

"Could you not talk so loud? My head hurts. I need quiet." Vicki said loudly, catching sight of Leya who was standing near the entrance to the kitchen wondering if she should leave.

"What is she doing here?" Vicki asked angrily. Leya reeled back at her harsh tone as Jeremy defended her.

"She's a friend. She can stay here if she wants to."

"Whatever." Vicki mumbled before munching down on pizza like she hadn't eaten in years.

Jeremy walked over to Leya and whispered so low Vicki didn't hear. "Keep an eye on her? I gotta call Matt."

"Of course." Leya watched as Jeremy walked into the other room to call Matt, she turned back around to see Vicki occupied with eating as much as she could. There was something wrong with Vicki and whatever it was; Leya didn't think it was drug related.

"Vicki, where were you before coming here?" Leya asked and Vicki had enough time between bites to mutter the Salvatore boarding house. Her suspicion was confirmed, Vicki and Damon in the same house, let alone room was bound to spell disaster in the making.

Leya looked back to see Jeremy return to the kitchen watching Vicki worriedly.

"Could I use your bathroom?" Leya asked Jeremy quietly as they watch Vicki continue to eat.

"Yeah, uh, there's one around the corner."

Leya walked hastily to the calling a familiar number yet again, hoping he would pick up this time.

"Stefan!" Leya exclaimed quietly from inside the bathroom as he picked up, her phone glued to her ear.

"Leya? You're okay; I was worried after Damon called. I thought he killed you." Stefan replied as he stood in front of Elena where is house used to be 160 years ago.

"Well, I'm talking to you so I must be alive." Leya established sarcastically. "In fact I'm actually at Elena's waiting for her, well you really and Vicki just showed up from the boarding house. Something is really wrong with her, Stefan, I don't know what Damon did, but she is all over the place."

"Okay just hold on, I'll be there soon. Do not let her leave, Leya." Stefan said sternly hanging up.

Leya returned to the kitchen and waited anxiously with Jeremy for Stefan to arrive. Minutes Jeremy came back from answering the door with Matt on his tail.

Matt nodded at Leya in greeting before looking at his sister and sighing. "What's she on?"

"I-I don't know." Jeremy stuttered. Matt nodded and then walked cautiously to Vicki. He kneeled down next to her since she was sitting on the ground, and took her sunglasses off. She squinted her eyes, trying to block out some of the light that poured in from the windows.

"Hey Vick. How you doing?" He asked in a way only a brother could ask.

"Not good, Matty. I hurt."

"Okay. Where does it hurt?"

"My gums. My jaw hurts. My gum—there's something in my gums. It hurts." Vicki sobbed touching her mouth.

Leya closed her eyes as it hit her and looked away. Why didn't she see this before, the sun was hurting her, her eyes were on fire, she's extremely hungry and now her jaw hurts? She's in transition, and she either has to feed to complete it… or die.

"You're okay." Matt said soothingly touching her lightly, but she flinched back.

"No, just leave me alone." She snapped.

"Come on, Vick don't be like that. Let's get you home."

"Just turn it off!" Vicki yelled.

"Turn what off?" Jeremy asked.

"The talking, the chatter. Just turn it off!" Vicki said getting up pushing Leya aside as she walked to the living room.

The TV was on and it was barely audible. Jeremy walked closer and turned it up.

"Three bodies were found dead in what is to be a drug deal gone awry." Leya looked to Vicki whose tears were streaming down her face. The only way Damon could've gotten to Vicki last night was if she was there, but Leya hadn't seen her. Damon must have taken her to the Boarding house just as he did to her, and Leya couldn't help but feel like it was her fault Vicki was in this position.

If she had stayed, maybe she had the chance to get Vicki out before Damon killed her and turned her into a vampire.

"The bodies are yet to be identified. They were discovered earlier today over at the old Mystic Falls cemetery." Logan Fell continued on TV.

"That's where we were last night." Jeremy said incredulous.

"What happened, Vick?" Matt asked worried, she didn't answer. "I'm calling the cops."

"No, don't." Vicki protested grabbing hold of his arm.

"What happened after I left last night, Vick?" Jeremy asked walking closer.

Then Vicki lashed out pushing Jeremy hard with her new found strength and he fell back against the couch. Matt and Leya rushed towards him concerned and he objected saying he was fine.

"Damn, Vick." Matt said surprised as Elena and Stefan walked in.

"What's going on?" Elena asked confused.

"She's really messed up." Matt explained as best as he could.

Leya caught Stefan's eye and looked at Vicki worriedly before looking back at him. Stefan walked closer to Vicki backing Elena away from her.

"Vicki, look at me." Stefan said quietly to her, holding her face in his hands. As everyone but Leya looked on confused. "Focus. You're gonna be fine. Everything's gonna be fine."

Once it seemed like Vicki was calm Stefan turned to Matt and Jeremy. "Guys, take her up to bed. Shut the blinds. She's gonna be okay. Come on." Stefan said pushing Vicki towards Matt and Jeremy.

"You know what's wrong with her?" Elena asked a little distressed.

"Yeah." Stefan replied shortly looking at Leya.

"What is it?" She persisted.

"She's transitioning."

"Transitioning into what?" Elena asked almost scared of the answer.

Elena knew. Leya could tell. She was more distant towards Stefan than she usually was and she asked what Vicki was transitioning into. She could only guess Stefan spent the day telling Elena about himself and his 'condition'. Leya walked closer making both Stefan and Elena turn towards her, Elena was surprised, she had forgotten Leya was still there, and she supplied the answer Elena feared to hear.

"A vampire."

"What?" Elena breathed in shock of learning what was happening to Vicki, and that Leya knew.

"Damon must've gotten to her. She's new. She hasn't completed her transformation yet." Stefan elaborated.

"How does she do that?" Elena asked distressed. Leya and Stefan shared a tense look as he answered.

"She has to feed on human blood."

"And what if she doesn't?" Elena asked looking between her boyfriend and friend.

"She'll die."

"She may only have a few hours left." Stefan explained as Elena paced.

"She's upstairs with them right now." Elena anxiously paced, worried about Matt and Jeremy who was upstairs alone with a hungry new vampire.

"It's okay. She doesn't know what's happening to her yet." Stefan told her.

"So when exactly is she gonna know?" Leya decided to ask.

"Right now, she doesn't remember anything. A part of her is still human, but slowly, the deeper she gets into the transition, the memories will start to come back, and then she'll know she has to make the choice."

"The same choice you made." Elena stated a little heartlessly, walking off into the kitchen.

There was a short silent pause before Stefan turned to Leya. "Are you okay? I never asked, everything was just-"

"I'm fine, Stefan. Don't worry about me." She replied.

"How did you get away?"

"To be honest, I don't really know. It was a stroke of luck I guess." She hesitated before adding. "Damon. He tried to compel me, only it didn't work. I mean I could feel it, but – it could've just been a fluke. Right?"

"Right." Stefan agreed halfheartedly. Watching her curiously.

"What about you? Are you ok?"

"I don't know, Leya." Stefan sighed. "You told me I could cross the vampire bridge when I get to it, only I'm crossing it now and I have no idea what to do."

"Let me try talk to her." Stefan nodded and she squeezed his arm in comfort.

Leya walked into the kitchen to see Elena busying herself with cleaning up the mess Vicki made. "Elena-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Elena asked heatedly cutting off Leya. "You knew that they were vampires, you knew that I liked Stefan-"

"It wasn't my secret to tell, it was Stefan's and he should've been the one to tell you, not some foreign girl you just met." Leya started off irritated, pausing, calming down and continued. "You have no reason to be afraid of Stefan, he would never hurt you. He's a good person and if you don't see that, then you must not know him as well as you think you do."

Elena took a deep breath looking away from Leya, ashamed about the comment she'd made earlier. She didn't mean to say it, it kinda just slipped out and she was just so distressed and overwhelmed with everything that the filter that's usually between her brain and mouth disappeared for a few seconds.

"This is just all so crazy, Leya." Elena said in her defense. "I mean, vampires? They were just campfire stories and horror movies. This isn't supposed to be real."

"Well it is. And you can't change it, no one can. The world isn't just black and white anymore, Elena. I don't think it ever was, it's different colored shades of grey."

Leya didn't have to say anymore, she had said all that needed to be said. It was Elena who had to decide whether or not she wanted to trust Stefan again. And if that trust still included Leya, though it might take a while before she was back in Elena's good graces.

Elena opened her mouths to say something when Vicki came thundering down the stairs and out the door Matt chasing after her. But when everyone got to the porch she was gone.

"She was fine and she just freaked out." Jeremy explained slightly out of breath as everyone looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of Vicki.

"I gonna go look for her. Call me if you hear anything." Matt said as he rushed to his car before driving off.

"I can track her." Stefan said lowly to Elena and Leya who stood together.

"Go." Elena urged and Stefan went off to clean up Damon's mess. Leya only hoped he got there in time.

"I think you go home, Leya." Elena said breaking the silence.

"Elena. I could stay, help out with the mess inside-"

"I think you should go home." Elena enunciated slower and more sternly.

Leya looked back at Jeremy giving him a small smile and sighing softly she turned around and walked back home.

"How'd it go?" Leya asked.

"She's completed the transition. Logan Fell is dead." Stefan replied as he walked out of the shadows and into the light of her kitchen.

Leya sighed. Another person has died while another became one of the undead. An eye for and eye.

The simple sound of a spoon stirring tea was the only thing that provided noise until Stefan broke it. "Where's your aunt?"

"I don't know."