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Alison woke up with a groan her whole body hurt, and her throat ached with hunger. She tried to move only to realize her hands were constricted. By what? Hand cuffs.
Alison shook her head with a soft chuckle. Dumbass. She quickly broke the chain apart and got to work in removing the wooden bullets from her body, suddenly feeling a lot better.
She heard the sound of a huge metal door opening and thought quickly. She could either take her chance to attack him and risk getting shot… again. Or she could sit, and wait for the right moment to strike, maybe she could even figure out who turned him cause it sure as hell wasn't Damon.
He would have told her. Wouldn't he?
"Rise and Shine sleeping beauty," Logan knelt down in front of Alison with a smirk, the girl having his her hands behind her back so it'd seem like she was still held captive. "More or less on the beauty part." Logan scrunched up his nose as he wiped the blood off her forehead.
Alison jerked her head back in disgust enticing a loud laugh from Logan. He stood up and walked over to where he was out of Alison's line of sight, then came back with a cup of liquid that made Alison's mouth water.
"Now if you be a good little girl you can have some of this," He knelt down in front of her again, shaking the cup with a smirk. "But, if you aren't then I'll gladly take it for myself."
Alison was silent, her glare causing her chocolate eyes to highlight in yellow flakes. Logan smirked sitting down in a comfortable position. He pulled a spoon out of his pocket and dipped it into the red liquid.
"How long have you been a vampire?"
"A month. Give or take a few weeks." Alison shrugged nonchantaly. Logan smirked holding the spoon out for her to lick the blood off.
"That's good. Council will never think of you, they watched you grow up," He smirked pulling the spoon back, enticing a small whine from Alison. "I remember that little Gothic phase you went through, shaved the side of your head and everything,"
Alison scowled as he reached his hand up to touch the side of her head, flashing her fangs at him. He only smirked pulling his hand back and stirring the blood slowly.
"Which Salvatore turned you," Alison narrowed her eyes at the man before her. "Yeah, I know about them. So which one was it?"
"Damon." She answered hesitantly, and sighed in satisfaction as Logan put a spoonful of blood in her mouth.
"That's what I thought, but then I saw the way the younger one looked at you. Kinda confused me." Logan shrugged. Alison arched an eyebrow at that, confused on what he meant.
The way Stefan looked at me?
"How do you walk in the sun?" Logan asked suddenly getting serious. Alison smirked slightly, twirling her daylight ring behind her back.
"Ah, so that's what you want?" Logan scowled slightly as she did not answer. "Sorry, day walking is a privilege only for the cool kids." Logan gave out a bitter chuckle, anger in his eyes.
"How do you walk in the sun?" he asked once more.
"I don't know if you're just that slow, but when I said it was just for the cool kids I was implying you weren't one," In rage Logan threw the cup, the blood splattering across the wall.
Alison refused to let him see how painful the hunger burning inside of her was. She gritted her teeth and threw him a cocky smirk as she tsked her tongue.
"Such an anger you have their Fell. It's one of the downsides of being a vampire your emotions are turned up to notch ten," Alison shook her head.
"I remember when I first turned. I killed a girl. It destroyed me. I was a wreck. And as I look back at it I'm embarrassed for myself for taking it so hard, but I wanted to live forever and it came at a price so." Alison sighed, leaning back slightly pulling her arms out to stretch and fold them behind her head.
Logan looked at her wide eyed and Alison smirked, her eyes darkening red.
"What's the matter Fell," She flashed in front of him. "scared." She whispered the word leaning in closer to him. He flinched back slightly but otherwise stood strong.
"Not even close."
BANG!
…
At the Salvatore house Stefan came down the steps seeing Damon pacing the floor, his phone pressed up against his ear.
"Alison. This is the 30th time I've gotten your voice mail. Now I would make some cheeky remark about you hooking up with some stranger, but I'm worried," He paused, silent, his breath hitting the phone. "Call me back."
"What's wrong with Alison?" Stefan asked, having flashed to his brother's side the second he heard Alison's name.
"If I knew what was wrong do you think I'd be blowing up her phone like some clingy ex-boyfriend," Damon said sarcastically. He sighed grabbing a bottle of liquor and a crystal cup, thinking better of it he set the cup done and took a large swig from the bottle.
"I haven't seen her since last night." Damon muttered, leaning against the back of the couch.
"She went out to the porch to draw." Stefan said more to himself then out loud and in seconds both boys were out on the porch.
Damon knelt down and picked up her sketch book while Stefan scanned the front yard for any signs of her.
"Damn it," Stefan heard his brother mutter and turned to him only to see Damon's fingers tracing over a dried patch of blood. "It's Alison's." He whispered, anger in his glowing blue eyes.
Both boys jerked their attention to the police car that was pulling up in their drive way. The blonde sheriff stepping out and sending Damon a knowing look.
"I'll go check her room." Stefan muttered heading into the house. Damon offered a fake smile to the sheriff as she approached him.
"How can I help you, Sheriff?" Damon asked feigning politeness, his eyes darting around still trying to find any sign of who or how Alison was taken.
"There's been another attack. A female victim with her throat torn out, completely drained of blood. It fits the pattern." Damon narrowed his eyes, 99% sure that whatever this new vampire situation was, was somehow linked to Alison's disappearance.
"I-I'm sorry," Damon said, obviously trying to hide his irritation. "I thought we solved that problem when I staked the blonde one?"
"I thinking she must've turned someone… or multiple someone's, I don't know," The blonde sheriff shook her head in defeat. "The story of the town is another animal attack, but I'm not sure how long we can keep lying to them. The councils in an uproar we thought we were past this…" The sheriff trailed off noticing Damon fidgeting as he looked from side to side.
"Is something wrong?" Damon looked down at the sheriff debating on whether to tell her or not, he sighed.
"Alison hasn't been home all night and I think the two may be linked." Damon explained, his brow creasing in frustration.
"I would say I'd send out someone to look for her, but you're the only one who's ever taken on a vampire." Sheriff Forbes admitted with a slight frown.
"I'll get on it." Damon gave a curt nod and the two parted ways.
Damon wasn't even fully through the door when Stefan vamp sped over to him and pinned him against the door.
"What is wrong with you? You killed somebody?" Stefan asked, referring to the drained body, obviously had been listening to the whole conversation. Damon scowled at his younger brother and shoved him off.
"A don't touch me. B If I had, I wouldn't have been so obvious about it. C there's another vampire in town-"
"That's impossible." Stefan shook his head, cutting Damon off.
"I haven't even gotten to the best part," Damon said his voice anything but enthusiastic. "I think c has something to do with our missing little seer." Damon scowled.
"What are we going to do?" Stefan asked.
"Not we, I," Damon gestured to himself with a slight scowl. "I will find Alison. You go check on your Gilbert girl." Damon smirked slightly at his brother before exiting the boarding house, determination clear in his eyes.
…
Alison groaned as she stirred in her uncomfortable spot on the concrete floor, this time her hands were bound by rope. The harsh texture rubbing against her skin, cutting it, then healing, then cutting, then healing. A never ending cycle that was ten times more painful from her lack of blood consumption.
"You almost had me. Kept up your charade for a few more minutes until my back was turned I'd be a goner," Alison's eyes fluttered open at the voice, now seeing that Logan was crouched in front of her.
"Luckily your ego is sky high," He ended in a whisper, smirking as Alison struggled against the ropes. He tsked his tongue, taking in her once white top now drenched in her own blood.
"Sorry, for the sloppiness. I'm new at this." Logan flashed a smile before standing up and dusting off his pants.
A loud creak echoed through the whole building causing both to grow still. Logan pointed the gun straight at Alison's head as he craned his neck to see who the intruder was.
Alison caught a glimpse of his glowing blue eyes and she knew immediately who it was. She saw a sinister smirk grow on Logan's lips.
"Damon!" She shrieked, but she was too late. Damon fell to the ground with a groan of pain as the wooden bullets penetrated his skin in various spots.
"I have plenty of these little wooden bullets, so don't try anything funky." Logan warned waving the gun around. Damon's blue eyes met Alison's wide chocolate ones.
"You don't want to do this, trust me." Damon hissed in pain as he started pulling out the bullets, starting with the one in his shoulder, only to have Logan shoot him again.
"That's what you get!" Logan said haughtily. Damon grimaced.
"For what?"
"You made me like this." Logan gestured to himself with a scowl, as he knelt down beside Damon.
"I killed you. I didn't turn you." Damon wheezed out, ripping the bullet from his shoulder.
"But you know who you did turn?" Logan asked, suddenly calmer than before. "Her." He pointed the barrel of the gun at Alison.
"Don't touch her." Damon got out through clenched teeth, anger in his eyes. Logan laughed.
"I won't. As long as you answer my questions." Logan shrugged.
"Me first," Damon cut in. "Who turned you?"
"How should I know?' His anger back again. "One minute I'm about to stake your brother, then you grab me. That's it! Until I wake up in the ground, behind a used car dealership on highway 4. Someone buried me."
"It happens." Alison shrugged. Logan turned his glare to her and shot a wooden bullet right into her abdomen. She groaned in pain, causing Damon to stir in anger.
"You bit me!" He turned back to Damon. "It had to be you!"
"You have to have vampire blood in your system when you die, I didn't do that," Damon said as he continued to pry the bullets from his body. "Some other vampire found you, gave you their blood."
"Who!" Logan roared.
"Isn't that the question of the day?" Alison muttered in pain.
"Dude, it's not like the welcome wagon was waiting outside with a cake and handbook," Logan started to explain in annoyance. "It's kind of a 'learn as you go' process, you know. One minute, I'm a small town on the rise news guy, and the next I can't get into my own house because my foot won't go through the door."
"You have to be invited in." Damon informed him.
"I know. I live alone." Logan let out a bitter laugh.
"Ooh, that sucks," Alison let out a laugh, only earning another bullet into her shoulder. "Seriously." She hissed.
"So now, here I am at the Ramada, watching paper view all day and eating everything in sight, including housekeeping." He continued ignoring the brunette.
"Could be worse." Damon grunted.
"All I can think about is killing people, I can't stop killing people, I keep killing, and I like it," Logan gave a bitter chuckle. "I'm conflicted."
"Welcome to the club," Damon replied sarcastically, then frowned. "Wait, cops only found one body."
"I left one, I was tired," Logan admitted. "I've been hiding the rest of the bodies, they're over there." Logan pointed behind a caged off area.
"You've got to be kidding me." Damon grumbled.
"They just keep piling up." Logan shook his head.
"How pleasant." Alison threw in her two cents. Logan sighed, sitting down in a space between the two vampires.
"Why am I so emotional? All I can think about is my ex-girlfriend." he said, slightly bummed out.
"I thought I already explained this," Alison groaned in annoyance, then paused. "Wait, Jenna?" Alison double checked.
"Yeah, I just want to bite her, and kiss her, and stuff." Logan admitted with a shrug, and Alison resisted the urge to gag.
"That means you probably love her, anything you felt before will be magnified now." Damon answered.
"Is that what you felt like with her, before you turned her?" Logan asked Damon glancing at him. Alison arched an eyebrow slightly amused by the question, waiting for Damon's response.
"No." Damon sneered, glaring at Alison noticing her amused smirk.
"But you did bite me, multiple times… and kissed me… and stuff." Alison smirk grew with each word she said.
"Not helping." Damon snapped
"What about walking in the sun. I'm a morning person; you can walk in the sun, which by the way, is pretty cool. The council will never suspect you that's not in the journals…" Logan trailed off.
"The journals?" Both Damon and Alison repeated simultaneously.
"Yeah, the founding families passed their journals down to their kids," Logan waved them off. Alison and Damon shared a look over the new vamps shoulder.
"Come on, guys, you got to tell me. How do you walk in the sun?" Logan suddenly whined impatiently.
"Who turned you?" Damon responded to his question with a question.
"How do you walk in the sun?" Logan repeated, a slight hiss in his voice.
"Who turned you?" Damon repeated, refusing to back down.
"I've been nice so far," Logan stood, anger radiating from him. "But I will kill you," Logan threatened shaking the gun at Damon, suddenly, a slow smirk crept on his face. "Or your little girlfriend." He turned the barrel of the gun to Alison.
"Not my girlfriend." Alison gave him a 'really' look, nodding frantically at the gun pointed at her head.
"It was a wooden stake to the heart, correct?" he knelt down in front of Alison pressing the gun to her chest, uncomfortably hard against her. "Answer my questions!" Logan hissed impatiently pushing the gun against her harder.
Damon had now removed all the bullets and was all healed up, he made a move to attack the man. But Logan was quicker, he shot Damon in the leg causing the Salvatore to fall to his knees before he flashed out.
Damon cursed loudly as he slumped back and started to rip the bullets from his legs, as soon as the wooden bullets left his flesh he sped over to Alison, kneeling in front of her. He took in her bloodied appearance and couldn't help but feel angry.
"Bastard." He muttered under his breath ad as gently as he could, removed the bullets, his blue eyes never leaving her chocolate ones. When all the bullets were removed he yanked the ropes off with one clean pull before pulling the brunette to her feet.
"I guess that's what I get for actually owning a white shirt." She muttered, pulling on the sticky, soaked red, fabric
"Come on." Damon rolled his eyes and grabbed her wrist before vamp speeding out of the ware house and straight to the boarding house, where each went their separate ways to shower and change.
Damon stood in front of his mirror pulling a black shirt on while on the phone with his little brother Stefan.
"Logan Fell is a vampire and when I find him I'm going to destroy him limb by limb." Damon hissed into the phone as he angrily pulled his shirt on over his head.
"What happened are you okay? Did you get Alison?" Stefan listed off his questions quiet but frantic.
"No, I'm not ok. I was ambushed. I was shot. Now, I'm vengeful…" Damon trailed off seeing the door to Alison's room cracked open through the mirror, seeing her wiping the blood from her face. "And yes, I found Alison. Now I gotta find Logan."
"There's no need, He's here." Stefan told his brother, referring to the school. Damon perked up at this information.
"You're kidding me. Why the hell is he there?"
"He's working the crowd." Stefan explained a bit irritated.
"Well, I'll be right there." Damon told his brother before hanging up and pushing his phone into his pocket. He sighed before going over to Alison's door, stopping a few steps from the threshold, it was still cracked open slightly giving you the slightest view inside.
Alison stood at her bed only in her undergarments grabbing a shirt that was tossed onto her bed. Damon's blue eyes followed the curves of her body as she raised her arms above her head to pull on the shirt. Finally pulling away from the scene, Damon knocked lightly on the door and cleared his throat, averting his eyes to the ground.
"Just a second." He heard her call.
Inside Alison has just pulled on a quarter sleeved button up that stopped just above her hips, then quickly pulled on some dark high waisted jeans, leaving a small sliver of skin to be seen.
"You can come in," She called out to Damon as she sat down on the edge of her bed to pull on her black ankle boots. The door opened and revealed Damon leaning up against the frame. "So, what'd Stefan say?"
"Logan's at the school-"
"What?" Damon barely got the words out before Alison jumped to her now covered feet. "Everyone's at that school right now Damon. Elena, Jeremy, Tyler, Caroline, Bonnie. We have to go get him."
"We? No, I will go get Logan," Damon pushed down on her shoulders making her sit down on the bed. "You're staying here." Alison arched an eyebrow at the order.
"What?! No, everyone I care about is there, they're not safe." She stood to her feet once more.
"The only safety I care about is yours and I'm not risking Logan getting you again," Damon said sternly, his blue eyes glowing fiercely. Alison pouted her lips, and fell back onto the bed with an over dramatic sigh, giving in.
"Good, I'll be back in an hour. Don't leave." He let his eyes flicker over the exposed skin of her stomach before vamp speeding down stairs.
Alison didn't move, stretching her hearing to the sound of his car engine, the sound slowly fading the farther he drove. As soon as she figured he was far enough she jumped up and flashed down to the driveway a smirk on her face.
…
At the school Alison stood just outside, her hands on her hips as she watched teacher, parents, and students walk in and out if the entrance, different booths set up all over. She saw a booth just by the entrance for animation and smiled slightly, she took a step forward to go check it out when a car honked behind her.
"You know," Alison spun around at the sound of his voice. "You look so much better without all that blood covering you."
"Logan." She hissed his name feeling her fangs come out. Logan tsked his tongue.
"Uh-uh princess, you're going to play nice otherwise Caroline gets it." Logan gestured to the knocked out blonde in the backseat. Alison opened her mouth to say some sarcastic comment off the top of her head, but bit her tongue.
"What do you want?" she sighed.
"Answers. Get in," He nodded for her to get in and opened the passenger door. Alison looked behind her at the school before climbing into the car. As soon as the door was shut the car sped off down the street.
"How do you walk in the sun?" He asked right away, briefly glancing over at the brunette.
"You're back on that again?" Alison huffed leaning against the door. Logan slammed his foot on the brake causing Alison to jerk forward and smack her head on the dash board. "Dammit." She hissed covering the wound with both her hands, as Logan sped back up.
"Fine!" She shouted, irritation in her voice. "There's a lake."
"A lake?" Logan repeated interested.
"It's by the cemetery, it's been there for centuries. If you bathe in it you can walk in the sun." Alison got out quickly, a slow smirk crept on Logan's lips. The man opened his lips to speak but it was quickly cut off when the door was ripped open and threw Logan onto the pavement.
Logan quickly stood to his feet only to be shot down by wooden bullets, Damon on the other end of the gun.
"Paybacks a bitch, isn't it?" Damon spat, anger coursing through his blue eyes. Alison quickly got out of the car and sped to the Salvatore side glancing back at Stefan.
"Stefan get Caroline home." She ordered. Stefan nodded before heading over to the car and pulling Caroline out of the back seat and flashing away.
"I thought I told you to stay at the house." Damon got out through clenched teeth, his eyes never leaving Logan.
"When have I ever listened?" Alison retorted, placing her hands on her hips.
"Logan, what happened?" Damon snapped his attention to the phone on the floor. Handing off the gun to Alison he flashed over to the car and picked up the phone.
"Sherriff, yeah it's Damon." Damon spoke into the phone, feigning distress.
"Where is Caroline?" Sheriff Forbes asked immediately.
"She's okay, I'm on Elm Street," Damon told the blonde before hanging up the phone. The Salvatore then went over to the trunk and pulled out a tire iron and spun it in his hands.
"Gonna try this one more time," Damon muttered as he made his way over to Alison and Logan pretending to swing the metal bar. "Who turned you?"
"I told you I don't know." Logan nearly shouted, still sitting on the ground. Alison scoffed rolling her eyes, as she shot a bullet into his knee cap.
"This tire iron could take your head clean off," Damon lined up the bar with Logan's head. "Is that your final answer?"
"How can you side with them?" Logan asked randomly, referring to the council. Alison stopped and looked over at Damon with an arched eyebrow.
"I don't side with anyone. You pissed me off. Now I want you dead," Damon shook the tire iron at him before re aligning it. "Who turned you?"
"I don't know!"
"Oh well, you're screwed." Damn pulled back the tire iron to wipe his head clean off but Logan held up his hand.
"No, wait! I do know!" Logan said quickly, pulling Damon's actions to a halt.
"You're lying." Damon hissed.
"You think you're the only one who wants to get into the tomb underneath the old church?" Logan inquired and Damon froze.
"Damon." Alison said his name gently, reaching out a hand but Damon only jerked from her touch.
"If you are lying to me, I will end you?" Damon spat at the man.
"I'm not lying. There's another way to break the spell. We can help. Meet me at the old church."
"Damon." Alison warned as the police sirens were heard clear now as they approached.
"Take me down, make it look real," Damon ordered tossing the tire iron to Logan. "Make it look real." Logan grab the tire Iron and whacked Damon right across the face before flashing away.
Sheriff Forbes car pulled up and Alison quickly chucked the gun into a nearby field. The blonde lady got out of her car and ran over to the two.
"Where is she?" Sheriff Forbes asked frantically, looking around for her daughter.
"She's fine, Stefan has her." Alison said calmly.
"I'm sorry Sheriff, I wasn't strong enough." Damon shook his head as he stood up. Sheriff nodded before giving a grim smile to Alison.
"So you know now, about the monsters in our town?" She inquired.
"Yeah, and I'm glad to help in any way I can." Allison gave a small smile, shaking hand with Sheriff Forbes.
…
Both Alison and Damon sat near the ruins of the old fells church waiting for Logan to show up, Damo to get answers and Alison for support. Suddenly Damon's phone rang, he answered it and put it on speaker holding it out for both to hear.
"Hello?" Damon greeted confused.
"I just wanted to say thank you. I don't know how you did it." Sheriff Forbes said, her voice lined with gratitude.
"Um, not following." Damon shook his head, confusion clear on his face.
"We found Logan's body up by the old fell warehouse. He has been disposed of. He was hoarding victims, innocent victims." Sheriff Forbes explained, and Alison could feel Damon tense up.
"What?" Damon asked, trying to hide the distress in his voice.
"This town owes you so much. And so do I?" Sheriff Forbes then hung up. Damon looked down at his phone shocked, before slowly slipping it into his pocket.
"Damon?" Alison said gently reaching out her hand to Damon.
"Let's just go." Damon muttered leaving, Alison following slowly. When the two reached the road where Damon had his car parked on the side of the road Alison saw a familiar car flip over.
"Elena!" Alison shouted.