AAAAAAHH! It's been so long since I've updated and I'm so sorry. But here is chapter 17, finally. Oh and I just wanted to say I just read this awesome story by DamonsVampireQueen. It's about three friends who travel to the Vampire Diaries world. Please check it out. I love it so far and there's only two chapters.

I've been cursed

I've been crossed

I've been beaten by the ones that get me off

I've been cut

I've been opened up

I've been shattered by the ones I thought I loved

You left me here like a chalk outline

On the sidewalk waiting for the rain

To wash away

(Wash away)

You keep coming back to the scene of the crime

But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyways

All you left behind

Is a chalk outline

The music blared through her bedroom as Alison sketched the outlines to her newest drawing on a canvas that hung upon her wall, when a large crash sounded from down stairs. Clicking off her speakers a deadly silence fell over the house except for the storm that raged outside.

Slowly, and cautiously she stepped out into the hallway. It was dark the only light coming from the kitchen, which was strangely alit.

She took in a deep breath before flashing over to the kitchen pressing her back against the wall to hide her from sight of whoever was in the kitchen. After a moments pep talk she turned into the kitchen only to come face to face with a smirking Damon.

"Jesus, Damon, you scared me," Alison let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, placing a hand on her chest. "What are you doing here?"

"I got to thinking." Damon smirked, taking easy steps closer to the brunette.

"That's never a good thing." Alison joked taking a step backwards for every step Damon took closer to her. Damon scowled but decided to ignore her comment.

"And I can't seem to get this burning sensation off my lips. Like they need something to cool down the desire."

"Desire for what?" Alison asked quietly her throat going dry as her back hit the wall. Damon tilted his head to the side slightly, a predatory smirk sliding across his lips. He reached a hand up and tucked her hair behind her ear, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip leaving a tingling sensation in its path.

"You." He whispered before crashing his lips to hers. Immediately her hands tangled into his hair mashing her lips against his in a searing hot kiss, ignoring her subconscious that was screaming at her to stop, that this would ruin everything they had.

His hands traveled up her shirt painfully slow, sending a pleasant shiver up her spine, all of her thoughts jumbled inside her head. All she knew was that she wanted more, that she wanted him. Her hands clamped around his collar pulling him closer, as his hands looped around her thighs hoisting her up on his hips.

"Alison!" the brunette shot up out of her bed, a thin sheer of sweat clung to her body, a tingling in her lower stomach nipping at her in need. She looked over at Elena wide eyed. Did she seriously just have a dream about Damon? "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Alison replied her throat a little dry. Elena eyed her, like she didn't believe her but didn't say anything.

"Do you mind helping me make sure all the windows are closed?" Elena asked. Alison lanced back over at her own secured window to see a raging storm outside. She turned to Elena and nodded, before slowly following her sister down the stairs

…

Alison walked out of her house, the door closing behind her, her phone held between her ear and shoulder as she pulled her keys out of her bag.

"Yeah, I'm on my way now." She rolled her eyes, shifting her phone to her other ear and pulling her bag up on her shoulder.

"They busted through my window Ali, busted through my goddamn window." Came Damon's irritated voice, followed by the sound of a hammer.

"I heard the first time Damon."

Damon sighed, "How close are you?"

"I just opened my car door," Alison chuckled as she did just that "I'll get there when I can. In the meantime, relax, and don't do anything dangerous." She ordered, resting against her open car door.

"Fine." Damon gave in with a reluctant sigh.

"Fine." Alison mimicked him with a smile, before closing her phone. With a sigh she went to go get into the car. An arm wrapped around her waist and a hand covered her mouth muffling the screams. Then a sharp pain erupted through her side. Finally everything went black.

…

"I say we go to pearls, bust down the door and annihilateo the idiot who attack us last night." Damon offered, glancing out the none broken window waiting for Alison's car to pull up.

"Yeah, and then what?" Stefan asked. "We turn to the rest of the house of vampires and say 'oops, sorry'." Damon gave his younger brother an unamused look as he made his way from the window back over to the couple.

"I can't believe you made a deal with her." Elena scoffed, crossing her arms.

"It was more of like a helpful exchange of information," Damon corrected with a smirk. "And it's not like I had a choice she's… scary."

"And she threatened Alison." Stefan added. Damon went silent as he glanced at the ground.

He quickly recovered from his moment and smirked. "That too. Besides she's gonna help me get Katherine back."

Elena scoffed, "Of course she is. Damon gets what he wants, as usual, no matter who he hurts in the process."

"You don't have to be snarky about it. Alison was much more supportive." Damon rolled his eyes, going back over to the window to check for Alison.

"I woke up this morning to learn that all the vampires have been released from the tomb. I've earned snarky." Elena snapped, her hands on her hips.

Damon sighed, as he took a seat on the couch, "How long are you gonna blame me for turning your birth mother into a vampire?"

"I'm not blaming you Damon," Elena shook her head, her arms crossed. "I've accepted the fact that you're a self-serving psychopath with no redeeming qualities."

"Ouch." Damon pouted in mock hurt, placing a hand on his chest.

"This isn't being very productive," Stefan cut in before his girlfriend all but pounced on him. "We're gonna figure out a way to deal with Pearl and the vampires. Yeah? Hmm." Damon rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone as he left the room.

"I'm sorry," Elena sighed, resting her head on Stefan's chest. "He just makes me so cranky."

"I know. He makes everybody cranky." Stefan whispered soothingly, wrapping his arms around her

"So, what are we going to do?" Elena questioned, looking up at her boyfriend.

"Damon and I are gonna handle everything, I promise."

"Well, what about me? I can't just sit here and do nothing." Elena protested.

"That's exactly what you're gonna do, because that's what going to keep you safe." Stefan ordered, placing a hand on either side of her face.

"Which means nothing if you're not safe, too." She argued, poking his chest.

"What do you mean? I'm perfectly safe," Stefan grinned pulling his girlfriend back into his loving embrace. "I have Damon, the self-serving psychopath on my side."

Elena rolled his eyes. "Well, that's comforting." Damon came storming back into the room slamming his phone shut.

"Hate to break up this cuddly moment, but Alison isn't answering her phone."

Stefan's face crunched up in confusion as he pulled out his own phone and dialed the girl's number. "She's not answering me either."

"I'm sure she's fine, probably just having trouble deciding which lipstick to wear." Elena rolled her eyes, a hand on her hip. Damon's eyes narrowed dangerously at the girl.

"I will go out and look for her, okay?" Stefan once again stepped in between the two before someone lost a limb. "You sit, try calling her again, and calm down," Stefan ordered his older brother before turning to his girlfriend. "You go check your house." Elena nodded giving Stefan a quick kiss before disappearing out the door.

Stefan glanced at his brother who was too busy calling Alison for the hundredth time to acknowledge him, before disappearing out the door.

He searched all the area between his house and Alison's to no avail, the girl was defiantly missing, and Stefan didn't like where his thoughts were taking him.

Thud

Stefan froze at the sound. He turned slowly to see a beaten and bloody Alison on the ground, half conscious. He flashed to her side in a millisecond. Her eyes went wide, then everything went black.

…

Elena sat in her house waiting for a call from Stefan updating her on the search for Alison. When she had gotten home she saw Alison's car door open and her things scattered all across the driveway.

Buzz

She looked down at her phone hopefully only to see it was Damon, again. With a roll of her eyes she clicked decline. As soon as her thumb came in contact with the red button there was a knock on the door. She opened it only to see a soaked, scowling Damon.

"You're ignoring me." He muttered irritably, pushing passed the Gilbert girl.

Elena rolled her eyes, closing her door. "The 6 missed calls? Sorry. My phone is dead." She snipped.

"Is Stefan here?" Damon questioned, his blue eyes scanning the house.

"No. Why? Something wrong?" Elena's demeanor immediately went from annoyed to worried.

"He went out to the woods and didn't come back. I can't get him on his phone. I figured he was here with you."

Elena pulled out her phone and pressed it to her ear, frowning when Stefan didn't answer. "It's going straight to voicemail. Where could he be?"

"You're not going to like what I'm thinking," Damon muttered.

…

"Pearl! Open this door," Damon shouted, pounding his fist on the old wooden door. "I swear to God I'll bust through and rip your head off." The door slowly opened to reveal and smug Fredrick.

"Pearl's not home," He spoke in a taunting voice, glancing out at the stormy sky "Hmm. Beautiful weather. Not a ray of sun in the sky."

"Where's my brother? Where's Alison?" Damon demanded slamming his fist against the door frame, but Fredrick remained unfazed.

"Billy." Fredrick called out. Two vampires came out one holding a weak Stefan and the other holding a beat Alison.

Damon's face contorted in anger "You're dead." He muttered, lunging at Fredrick only to be stopped, having not been invited in.

"Whoa, I'm sorry. You haven't been invited in," Fredrick smirked. "Miss Gibbons?" he called out.

"Yes, Frederick honey?" an older woman walked over, covered in bite marks.

"Never let this bad man in." He compelled, gesturing to Damon.

"I'll never let him in." she repeated in a daze before leaving.

"You know I had trouble deciding," Fredrick turned to Alison and Stefan and smirked, tauntingly. "I mean, you and your brother are the reason we were in that damned tomb, but then you killed my girlfriend so why not kill yours. In the end I decided to take both."

Fredrick smirked at Damon before motioning for the two vampires to take the prisoners away before closing the door. Damon glared at the door before storming away and back over to Elena who was waiting in his car. Upon seeing him she quickly got out, opening an umbrella.

"What happened? Where are they?" she questioned frantically.

"They have them. I can't get in." Damon answered.

"Why not?"

"Because the woman who owns the house is compelled to not let me in." Damon answered somewhat irritated.

Elena's eyes widened. "I can get in."

"You're not going in there." Damon cut of her thoughts without a moments hesitation.

"Why are they doing this?" What do they want?" Elena asked frantically.

"Revenge. They want revenge."

"We gotta do something." Elena spoke, on the verge of tears.

"I know." Damon muttered growing irritated. Sure she was upset about Stefan and Alison, didn't she know he was too.

"We can't let them hurt them. We gotta get them out of there."

"I know!" Damon snapped. "Elena, I know. But I don't know how to get them out." He ended in a whisper before climbing into the car.

…

Alaric is walking down the hallways of Mystic Falls high when Damon appears in front of him a smirk evident on his face.

"Well, don't you look… Alive?"

Alaric froze in his spot, "You can't hurt me."

"Oh, I can hurt you, all right." Damon argued.

"Mr. Saltzman," Elena rounded the corner, coming into view. "We need your help," the three moved into Alaric's classroom.

"Stefan's in the house. Damon's a vampire. He can't get in. We need you," Elena explained. "I would go, but-"

"Your life is valuable," Damon cut the girl off with a smirk. "Yours, on the other hand."

Elena rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore the Salvatore's comment, "Alison told me about your ring."

"What about it?"

"Let me recap. You tried to kill me. I defended myself. You died. Then according to Alison, Your ring brought you back to life. Am I leaving anything out?"

"Yeah," Alaric stood to his feet. "The part where I try and kill you again. Only this time, I don't miss."

"Mr. Saltzman," Elena stepped in front of her history teacher. "Please. It's Stefan."

"I'm sorry, Elena. But that's not my problem."

"That's a shame. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to explain to Alison you're the reason I wasn't able to save from the torture she is experiencing right now." Damon clicked his tongue shaking his head.

"What?" Alaric looked over at the vampire with wide eyes.

"Oh, did I forget to mention she was taken too? Whoops," Damon shrugged. "Come on, Elena."

"All right! Wait," Alaric called out to the two. "I'll go.

…

"Teacher by day, vampire hunter by night." Damon quipped looking over the array of vampire weapons that Alaric had laid across the desk.

"I've you to thank for that."

"What are these?" Elena questioned, pointing to a clear vile of liquid.

"Those are tranquilizer darts filled with vervain." Alaric explained

"Just get me in. I'll get Stefan and Alison out." Damon shrugged.

"That's your plan?" Elena asked is disbelief. "You're just gonna take them all on yourself?"

"Well, I'll be a little stealthier than that, hopefully." Elena rolled her eyes, grabbing one of the tranquilizer darts.

"Whoa. What are you doing?"

"I'm going with you guys." Elena explained like it was obvious.

"No, No, No, No, No way, Alison would have my head." Damon denied the thought quickly.

"You need me. I'll get in. You could distract them, and then I'll get Stefan and Alison out." Elena argued.

"You'll get yourself killed. You're not going in there."

"I'm going."

Damon rolled his eyes, ignoring the girl's arguments. "So, when you get me in, get out as quickly as you can. I know how to sneak around where they can't hear me. You'll basically just be in the way."

Elena sighed, "Damon, now is not the time to be the lone ranger."

"Fine. Elena, you can drive the getaway car," Damon caved. "You're not going in the house."

"You can't stop me. It's Stefan we're talking about here. You don't understand."

"Oh, I understand," Damon mocked. "I understand. He's the reason you live. His love lifts you up where you belong. I get it."

Elena scoffed, "Can you just not joke around for 2 seconds?"

"I can't protect you, Elena.," Damon snapped. "I don't know how many vampires there are in there," He snapped his fingers. "That's how long it takes you to get your head ripped off. I have to be able to get in and get out. I can't be distracted with your safety. Or this will end up a bloodbath that none of us walk away from Including Stefan or Alison. I know. I get it. I understand." Damon explained, an assortment of emotions flickering through his blue eyes.

If we're gonna go, let's go." Alaric sighed.

…

Alaric walked up to the house, knocking on the front door. It was answered by Fredrick. "Oh, good, someone's home. Uh, could I use your phone? My-my car broke down a few miles up the road. This was the first house I saw."

"Well, lucky you." Fredrick nodded, a certain look in his eyes.

"Yeah. Lucky me," Alaric agreed. "It's no trouble, is it?"

"Not the slightest." Fredrick stepped out of the way allowing Alaric inside.

"Great. Whew. Hey, man, I really appreciate it. It's rough out there."

"Billy, show our visitor where the phone is in the kitchen. And get me something to drink." Fredrick ordered a man who was standing off to the side.

"Yeah. Sure thing," Billy nodded, leading Alaric over to the kitchen. "Hey, miss Gibbons, this guy wants to use your phone."

"Oh, sure, honey. It's right there." The older lady responded kindly pointing over to the land line.

"Thanks." Alaric nodded moving over to the phone. The vampire, Billy. Lunged for Alaric. Mr. Saltzman quickly spun around and staked him. Alaric hurriedly turned on the sink and the blender blocking the Vampires in the other room from hearing him.

"What's happening?" the older woman asked disoriented as Alaric led her over to the door.

"I'm really sorry," He apologized "But you're gonna need to invite A friend of mine inside." He swung open the door to reveal Damon.

"Oh, I'm sorry. He's not allowed in the house." Mrs. Gibbons replied, politely

"I know that. But you got to make an exception." Alaric tried to reason, but Damon was growing impatient.

"Get her out of the house," Damon snapped. Alaric guided Mrs. Gibbons outside where Damon took the older woman's face in his hands and compelled her. "Now! Miss Gibbons, tell me the truth. Are you married?"

"No." She shook her head

"Parents, children, anyone else who lives on this property?"

"No. It's just me."

"Good." Damon smirked before snapping her neck, letting the body fall to the floor by his feet.

Alaric scowled, "You were supposed to compel her."

"It doesn't work that way." Damon rolled his eyes.

"She is human." Alaric nearly shouted.

"And I'm not!" Damon snapped. "So, I don't care. Now, get out of here. And get rid of the body."

Damon hid out of sight waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He twirled the stake in his hand impatient taking both Alison and Stefan? Bad move. Finally someone entered the room turning off the sink and blender. Damon froze, stake in hand, ready to strike. When the vampire got close enough, he through the door and staked him.

Stepping over the body, Damon went further into the house. The music blared through all the rooms making it easier to move around undetected. He reached the basement seeing a vampire sitting guard. Just when he was about ready to attack the vampire got up and moved toward something that caught his eye. Damon followed behind him curiously. Seeing the waved of brown hair he knew exactly who it was, he wasted no time jabbing a syringe into the vampires neck, letting his unconscious body fall to the floor.

"Are you insane?" He hissed at Elena who let out a breath of relief that the vampire was now on the floor, and her eyes wide having been caught. "Come on then." He gestured to a door that led to where Alison and Stefan were being kept.

Stefan was hung on the ceiling by a rope, Alison nowhere to be seen. Damon looked around frantically for the girl.

"Elena…" Stefan choked out. "You shouldn't be here."

"She was supposed to stay in the car." Damon explained before readying a stake for the vampire that was tied to a chair.

"No, not him." Stefan cut in before Damon could do anything.

"Whatever." He rolled his eye. "Let's get you down."

Stefan moaned in pain, "There's Vervain on the ropes."

"Elena pull that," Damon ordered the Gilbert girl and readied to catch to catch his brother when she released him. "Where's Alison?" Damon asked as he caught his brother and propped him up right.

Stefan nodded weakly over to a door on the far side of the room, Damon passed Stefan along to Elena. "Get him out of here, I'll get Alison." Damon didn't wait for a response as he moved over to the door.

He wasted no time in busting open the door, but froze in his spot as he took in the sight before him. Alison laid in a pool of her own blood, no physical damage beside the paleness of her face. She was also bound by rope, dipped in Vervain more than likely.

He knelt down in front of her, ignoring the fact that his clothes would now be stained in blood. Alison's eyes fluttered open weakly, "Damon." She whispered.

"I'm here. I got you." He ripped the ropes away ignoring the stinging of the Vervain and scooped her up in his arms. She immediately clung to him. He then left heading up stairs to meet with Alaric, when he reached the top he saw Fredrick and his whole body shook with pure rage.

He set Alison down, hidden from view and pounced. He and Fredrick fought back and forth until Damon was able to pin the older Vampire to the ground, throwing punch after punch. Alison's eyes widened as she saw two vampires heading toward her but was unable to say anything. They yanked her two her feet, causing the brunette to let out a whimper of pain.

Damon froze turning around to see Alison. Fredrick took that chance to throw Damon off of him and speed out the front door. Damon glanced back at the door, then at Alison. Making his choice he lunged at one of the vampires snapping his neck instantly.

Damon turned to the other vampire ready to strike when he fell to the ground dead. Damon quickly caught Alison looking up to see Alaric standing there. Alaric dropped the gun and ran over to the two, his eyes scanning over her pale face.

"Here," Damon leant Alison against Alaric, determination in his eyes. "I'm going after Fredrick."

Damon ran out onto the porch while Alaric swung Alison into his arms and followed, going to bring Alison to the car, but froze. A dozen more vampires were headed toward the house.

"How many of those Vervain darts do you have left?" Damon asked.

Alaric pressed his lips into a tight line, "One."

"Not gonna be enough." Damon said as the two went back inside, shutting and locking the door.

The vampires pounded on the door as Damon leant up against and Alaric set Alison down on the floor before helping hold the door closed.

"Stop!" A familiar voice boomed from outside and the banging seized. Damon and Alaric looked at each other before backing away from the door, Damon standing protectively in front of Alison. "What's going on here?" She questioned as she opened the door and walked in with Anna. They both took in the dead vampires. "What did you do?" Pearl asked snapped, her eyes on Damon.

"Me?" Damon roared. "Your merry band of vampires spent the day torturing my brother and Alison." He showed her Alison who was half conscious on the floor. "You're lucky that I don't kill ever last one of you right here, right now"

"Trust me. The parties responsible for this will be dealt with." Pearl told him, not fazed by his outburst.

"Our little arrangement doesn't work unless you learn to control them." Damon snapped. "And if you so much as hint at coming near her again, I will kill you."

"This wasn't supposed to happen." Pearl replied and he rolled his eyes, a scowl on his face.

"Well, it did." He snapped, picking up Alison. "If I had a good side... Not a way to get on it." He stalked out of the house, Alison in his arms and Alaric following after him.

…

Damon came into his bedroom with another bag of blood, Alison was sitting on the edge of his bed looking more alive now. He sat down next to her, offering the bag, his eyes drinking her in as if she'd disappear at any second.

"Damon, I'm fine," She let out a sigh as she pulled the bag away from her lips. He ignored her, pushing the hair out of her face. Her chocolate brown eyes. Her olive skin. Her high cheek bones. Her plump lips.

"Damon," the way she said his name caused him to snap out of his daze. "I'm fine." She said sternly, placing her hands over his much larger ones. They locked eyes and the whole world seemed to fade around them. Suddenly Alison was reminded of her dream the night before and she zoned in on his lips a sudden desire burning within her

Her phone buzzed in her back pocket pulling them out of there trance. She cleared her throat as she pulled out glancing at the message and her face fell. Damon's brow furrowed in concern.

"Alison?"

She looked up at him with wide eyes, "They found Vicki's body."

Dun. Duuun. Duuuuuuun. They found Vicki. How will this effect Alison!