Chapter three

You're so mean

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I'm back with the next chapter. I'm heading towards something, but of course…I can't tell you to what. This chapter was a difficult one to write so don't be too hard when you find any spelling or grammatical mistakes…cause you'll probably find a lot of them. (English= not my native language). I'm doing the best I can, but yeah…it doesn't always work out like I would want it to (the use of language, I mean). I love writing this story, it prevents my head from freaking out about the upcoming exams. One other thing before you start reading…I've checked my mail and saw that some of you have added me to their favorite stories or story alerts…thanks for that! I also love my reviewers, who are always giving me courage to write further. You guys are all awesome!
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"Elena, I don't like him, he scares me, can you come home…please?" She sounded imploringly. He moved cautionary to the closet, without making any noise and then pulled the door open.

Ally started to scream and squealed into the phone: "Help me, he's going to kill me!"

He grabbed the phone from her hands and then heard the panicking voice of Elena on the other side of it.

"Ally? Are you okay? Hello?"

"She's fine."

"Damon? Damon, what the hell are you doing there? She just said that you were going to kill her!"

"Seductive proposal," he said with smooth voice, while throwing a deadly gaze at Ally. She flinched together and it seemed like she preferred to blend in with the darkness of the closet.

"Damon!" Elena was really overwrought, as if she really believed that he would make the little brat a head shorter.

"Relax, Elena. I haven't even touched her. She's overacting… delusions and cetera…," he said with a chuckle.

"Delusions? Damon, I don't believe anything of it, tell me what has really happened or I'll come home immediately."

Sounded like a reason to hang up.

"Elena…there's static at the line," he said as he mimicked a crackling sound. "You're falling away…hear you later…"

"Damon!"

He ended the conversation and put the Blackberry back in his pocket while turning to Ally…or to the place where she had stood ten seconds ago.

Of course…she went off again…she hadn't done that yet in those few hours he had been here. He rushed out of the room, went down the stairs and started looking for her.

"Ally?" How many times was he supposed to call that name?

Then, suddenly, he caught her heartbeat; scared and wild; pounding in his ears.
He moved in the direction of the noise, which told him that he was getting closer and closer and…he bowed along the seat and grabbed her arm. She almost had a nervous breakdown…as she had expected him to come from the other side. He had surprised her.

"Let go of me!" she screamed while she tried to pull herself loose.

"Yeah, you would wish," he snarled.

"But…"

"No."

At the moment his anger had reached a peak and it would require a lot to get it down again.

"I don't want to hear it, Ally. In fact I don't want to hear anything of you. So go watch TV or draw, or do whatever little kids do, but leave…me…alone. Oh, and the next time I see you with my Blackberry again, you'll have a serious problem. Then you would wish that you would be able to call Elena."

She looked at him with eyes where hate was flickering through the deep brown iris.

"You're so mean."

"Oh, I know…don't forget it."

He released her and she was already moving as far away from him as possible. She put herself down at the kitchen table and started to play on her Nintendo Ds.

Damon kept an eye on her for a few minutes, till he was sure that she wouldn't do another disappearing act and then he went outside, where he lent against the wall and tried to put his thoughts on a row.

He had just threatened a four year old kid.

"She deserved it, right?" the voice in his head said. "She was acting like a little brat and it's okay to threaten little brats. Fear is the most powerful weapon to keep control on someone."

Right?

It had looked obviously back at that moment, when his anger had taken his voice over, but now…now he didn't know it for sure anymore.

Yes, he didn't like the kid, if not hated her…but she couldn't really do much about the fact.

Agh…Salvatore…quit it…you're only confusing yourself.

He sighed.
The fresh air cleared his head. Made it empty enough to make him aware of what was going on around him. There was a passing cyclist, a car sped down the street and the cloudless sky high above all of this, didn't show one single hint of upcoming bad weather. But something told him that it would last for long. Rain was coming, a lot of rain…he could sense it.
He had a pretty strong feeling for some things, and mostly that feeling was right.

He had better go inside…before the hell erupted.

Ally apparently had become tired of her Nintendo Ds, cause she was busy with scribbling on a few leaves that Elena had left for her. She didn't pay attention to him, as if she preferred to forget that he was there. There was no doubt that she was hating him now…but honestly…he didn't really care.

He put himself into the couch again and started questioning himself if he had really meant that…On one side, he understood…he had threatened her after all, but on the other side, he really didn't care what she thought of him…cause he had wanted this as less as she did.

God, he really had to stop doing that!

Distraction…his thoughts needed distraction. He took his Blackberry out of his pocket and saw that he had a missed message of Blondie. Probably to get his ass kicked. He hesitated for a moment and opened it anyway.

Damon, you seriously owe me one. I've been able to convince Elena to stay here, just in time, otherwise she would already have murdered you. Btw, if I find out that you've done something to Ally, then it will be a pleasure to help her kick your ass. Greetings, Caroline.

Typical for Blondie, forever the mediator. Why did she always had to intervene in everything? If she hadn't stopped Elena, then she would be already here…Ally would see her and he would be immediately erased from her memory. Besides, Elena would be so busy with her beloved niece, that she would drop the plan to kill him. She wouldn't even see him and he would sneak out of this crazy house with its crazy kids. He would forget the whole situation and would go further with his life.

Everyone would be happy…if Blondie had been able to keep her nose out of other people's business. But before that could happen a miracle should take place.

He put the Blackberry away and boredom began to overpower him. He had been here half a day and it already seemed like half a century. He cast another glance at Ally, who had become the silence herself.

Sleep seemed to be the only pastime that jumped up in this thoughts over and over again (honestly, what else could he do)…but…the last time he fell asleep , a four year old toddler had ran off with his phone…so maybe…it was a bad idea…

Although…it seemed like she was keeping herself pretty busy…She probably wouldn't even notice if he shut his eyes for a while.

He decided to give it a shot. He threw his legs on the coffee table and closed his eyes.

In his dreams most things went chaotic, things were weird, distorted and unrealistic…but there were also dreams of which he could only wish that they would become reality one day. Those dreams usually had to do with Elena.

But this time it wasn't such a dream. This time he got lost in a darkness, darker than the night had ever been.
Rain was falling incessantly, lighting flashed and danced through the sky and then everything turned to dark again, like it had been before. His eyes were way better than those of a human and through the night, he was able to see where he had ended up.

He was at the Mystic Falls cemetery.

What the hell was he doing there?

He had not quite made that question up in his mind or he already awoke and everything of the dream vanished into thin air.

It took him a while to realize where he was.

In Elena's house

In the living room

And then Ally emerged at the edge of his thoughts. He climbed up and looked at the kitchen table…ready to burn to the ground out of pure frustration.

Unbelievable!

She was off again.

I can almost hear you guys thinking: "Serious? She's off…again?"
Looks like Ally is kind of a runner, huh? No worries, it will all become clear. The big question now is: where did she go?
The next chapter will be up soon, but as I said before…and as I will keep repeating the following weeks…it's busy at school…so it can take a little longer.