A/N : I was planning on posting this chap earlier today (at like three in the morning) but I opted to go out and watch the meteor shower instead ^_^
It's a little short, and I apologize for that, this chapter was kind of hard for me to write, but I promised you guys a quick update so it's the best I got lol. Believe me, I practically had to pummel it out of my muse.
Anywhoo, this story is coming to a close soon, so it would be cool if you guys wanted to tell me what you want to happen. I already know what I want to do, so unless your idea is completely incredible- I think i know how i'm going to end it. I just want to see if anyone has an inkling of what i'm planning to do. If not, all the better the surprise!
Well, that's all for now, read, review, and enjoy. I'll try to have the next chapter up by tuesday at the latest, and it will be longer than this sorry excuse for a chapter. Read and review, darlings.

- Swan

Chloe

I felt like I had been submerged in oil and was trying to fight my way back to the surface, all the while, more oil was sliding down my throat, through my nostrils, into my eyelids and ears; it was dragging me back to the bottom.

I gave one last jerk, and just like that, everything stopped. Everything froze.

My heart was no longer pounding away in my ears, my breathing was no longer strained and labored; in fact, I didn't hear (or feel) myself breathing at all.

Was I dead? Had I started fighting too late?

I fluttered my eyes, and they snapped open. Above me, Jonathan was crouched and staring down at me, his fangs still visible. He cocked his head to the side, and I felt myself suck in a breath of air. Why was it that he looked more beautiful to me now, after he tried to kill me, than when he was still being semi-kind to me?

"Oy, you're awake" He cooed, lips turning up into a smug grin. I frowned at him, suddenly realizing something quite disturbing.

My fingers twitched and I counted them slowly to myself

1, 2, 3, 4.…10. 10?

That was about the time I started to panic. A finger just doesn't grow back. It doesn't.

My body didn't react to my inner turmoil the way it usually would have though. Instead of my heart speeding up to four times the healthy rate, and my body breaking out into uncontrollable shakes, my upper lip pulled back and I growled. Growled.

The fuck is going on? A voice in the back of my head screamed. Jonathan smirked and gave me the answer.

"Welcome back, newborn"

Third Person

He was close. He was so close that he could almost taste her on his lips.

Completely ignoring the werewolves that charged him when he busted through the cottage wall, Damon ran to the back hall where he could hear Chloe's heart pounding away. It wasn't a healthy sound, and that worried Damon, but after a few milliseconds of thought he shrugged it off. He could always give her some of his blood if she was that in need. He had just reached the door that he knew she would be behind when everything stopped. Her breathing, her heart, her everything; gone.

Damon wasn't exactly sure what happened after that, he remembered going for the door and smashing the handle when he was unable to control his anger. Then, giving up on politeness, he tore the annoying thing from its hinges and stormed into the room.

His gaze flicked over every item in the room within a matter of semi-seconds and he paused to let everything sink in. There was a lump with black hair in the corner, from the sweet scent it gave off, Damon was guessing the lump was most likely female. Jonathan was kneeling in the middle of the room, over someone who looked remarkably like Chloe only it couldn't be. This girl was a vampire.

Damon's mind caught up with him and he did a double take on the girl lying on the floor.

Frosty blonde hair, icy eyes, pale skin, petite frame. It was like an ice version of Chloe. Damon felt himself for the first time in a very, very, long time rendered speechless.

"Chloe?" He asked in a cracked voice. Damon didn't fail to notice Jonathan's little smirk at his less than graceful entrance.

"Oh, good, Damon. You're just in time"

Chloe

I stared, unable to do much else with Jonathan still on top of me, as Damon, Gabriel, Nathaniel, and Peter were forced into the room. Damon kept sending me broken little looks and I felt like something inside of me broke with him.

God damn Jonathan.

I turned an icy glare on the vampire in question, still trying to wrap my mind around the thought of me being what he was- being made by him. Jonathan just smiled pleasantly back at me, seeming completely oblivious to the fact that I was trying to murder him with my eyes.

"Remember when I asked you who it was that you cared about most?" Jonathan whispered, leaning in close to speak into my ear.

I continued to glare.

"Answer me" Jonathan growled "I command you"

And still I glared. Jonathan rolled his eyes and reached for the area on my throat where he had bitten me, all the while muttering about newborns and their strong will being annoying. His hand brushed across the still raw flesh on my throat and I felt it almost immediately.

It was like a battle of wills, as Jonathan's mind forced down on mine; commanding me to cooperate. Before I could stop it, before I even realized it was happening, my mouth opened and I let out a hiss; yes.

"Now was that so hard?" Jonathan scolded, as if he were talking to a child.

Damon and Gabriel were shaking angrily in the corner, looking like they were going to set their insane brother on fire. I would help.

Jonathan stood me up and turned me to his brothers. He leaned in close and lightly brushed my blonde locks from my face as he handed me a sharp wooden stake.

"I command you to kill him. Kill the Felling you love most" Jonathan said softly. I sucked in a breath as I lost control of my body and it began to obey Jonathan's order. My grip on the stake tightened and I took a step towards the Fellings.

Damon was hardly even paying attention. Instead, he looked to be focusing very hard on something. And Gabriel and Nathaniel just kept giving each other worried looks; already knowing which Felling would die.

I took another step forward, and at the same time, there was a streak of black in the corner. With everyone's attention diverted, including Jonathan's, all hell broke loose. And I used the distraction, the brief second where I was no longer controlled by his influence to swivel around and bring the stake down towards the stunned Jonathan.

This time he wouldn't escape, this time he would die.

I would make sure of that.