The witch looked at Ana like she'd grown two heads.

"You want to what?" her eyes widened even more.

"Please, I'm begging you. And you can ask anyone, I never say please."

"I can not go against the balance of nature... There will be consequences, it may not even work!"

"We can at least try," you could see that in Ana's eyes she wanted this.

"Sit down," the witch got out her Grimoire and sat down with Ana, holding her hand.

Ana watched as she began chanting spells and the candles grew larger.

There was one last word then everything went dark.

"They will let you back, with consequences,"

"What are they?" she asked hopefully.

"Katerina will forget who you are."

"Then so be it. What's the other?"

"If you lose your temper, your heart will begin to fail. You've lived with too much anger inside you over the years,"

Damon sat watching the flames as he swirled bourbon around in his glass. He smelt an unfamiliar presence, so he got himself in gear, and ready to attack, if necessary. But when he saw who it was he couldn't help but frown.

"You never saw me human, now you have. I'm a lot less feisty," she smiled at him, but he looked back in disbelief.

"How are you human? That has never been done before, let's be realistic,"

"You're asking me to be realistic in a place that has Vampires and Witches?" she snickered, he soon grew angry.

"HOW IS THAT FAIR? How are you human?" he repeated.

"Let's just say I know a witch," next thing she knew he had her against a wall, "Get off of me Damon," she could barely breathe.

"Not so strong now you're human, are you?"

"Please, I did this for you," he instantly let go and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What? This isn't time for your insane stalker mode to go into action"

"DAMON SALVATORE! You're an insensitive dick, you know that? Why did I even tell you? I should have just left while I had the chance." She felt a stabbing pain and started clutching her chest, "You see, this is what I do. Try to help, but it only brings me down even further. That's why I turned my emotions off. Because that's all that I am. A disappointment to everyone I have ever known." The pain became unbearable for her and she fell to the ground, but Damon was soon at her side.

"Damon, get away from me!" she knew it'd make her worse, so tried to calm herself down, "Please, just don't try to help me," her tone softened, "I brought this on myself, now if you excuse me – I'm going getting drunk,"

Damon hesitated letting her go at first but decided she wasn't going to get into much trouble.

Ana stumbled out of a random bar and giggled to herself as she'd thought of a new idea.

"Hellooooo, Damon,"

"You're drunk."

"No I'm not!" she made her way to her car and began fumbling with her keys.

"Please tell me you're not going to drive home!" he shouted down the phone.

"I am not a fan of high school musical! You're just jealous because I am Anastasiya Cecilia Petrova."

"Hold on, I'm coming to get you."

"How, if you don't know where I am?" she got into the car and started the ignition.

"I'll find you, just wait where you are!"

"Nuh-uh, I'm going to the boarding house whether you like it or not!" she pulled out of the car park and began driving onto the highway, "I just want to talk to you while I'm driving back, I don't want a lecture!" she whined.

"You're going to get yourself killed,"

Damon was pacing the house, trying to get his mind off the fact that she could die any second, and there'd be no way out of it.

"I don't care anymore Damon. Y-You know in 1864," he gulped, "I had the biggest crush on you at first, then you were my bestfriend and I-I don't know what happened to that crush, I guess Katherine was pissing me off because you chose her over me. Like when you were invited to that dinner party, and you picked her as your date?" he could tell she was crying as she carried on, "That night I sat reading Wuthering heights to your Cat," the memory of seeing her when he came back from the worst night of his life made him laugh sadly as a tear streamed down his cheek, "I guess all I ever wanted to say was-" the line went dead, but not before Damon heard a truck horn grow louder.

The only thing Damon could remember was the fact that she didn't care. His bestfriend didn't care if she died. How could she be so selfish? His phone crumpled in his grip and he sent it flying into the wall.

A/N: I don't know how this even happened, but this isn't the end - nowhere near! I lost hope for this story for like an hour but then I got loads of inspiration out of nowhere! Thanks for reviewing guys! xo