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"Oh... I,-" Katie stammered, the pad of paper dropped into her lap, and she brought her knees up to her chest securing the pad of paper between them. Three of the pens rolled off the bed, and Katie tightly gathered the other three in her right hand, hiding her head on top of her knees in the process.

Damon watched Katie fidget for a few agonizing seconds, before taking a seat on the edge of the bed, "Katie," He said, no anger in his voice, "Look at me."

"Huh Uh," Katie mumbled into her knees while shaking her head.

Damon sighed, not failing to notice her mumbled response, "Now, Katie," He said again, firmer this time, but still not angry.

Slowly, Katie lifted up her head, not daring to say a word. "What are you doing?" He asked, tilting her chin up to see her eyes.

Katie's fear evaporated, and turned back in to the anger she felt earlier, "You didn't say go to sleep."

Standing up with arms crossed over his chest, "Didn't I? I'll remember to be more specific next time," He sneered.

"Have fun with that," Katie quipped.

Damon smirked, nodding, "We'll talk about this in the morning," He decided, picking up the stray pens.

Thoughtfully, Katie shifted to sit with her legs crisscrossed, and placed the other pens on her night stand. "Hm," Damon mused, quickly grabbing the pad of paper off the bed.

"No!" Katie shouted, "Don't look at it!"

Damon took a big breath in, "I'm not going to look at it, Katie," He said, laying it down on the nightstand along with the pens he'd been holding.

Grey eyes followed Damon's every move, "Thank you," She whispered.

"Night Katie," Damon replied, flicking off the light switch while letting the door swing close.

Katie stayed the way she was, "Wow," She whispered, laying back onto the sheets where the pillow should've been... And finally falling asleep.

It was a little after ten o'clock when Katie finally woke up in the morning, and she was hesitant to leave her room after what Damon said last night. But, it was nearing eleven o'clock, and she needed a shower.

Sighing, she climbed out of bed, the bathroom was only a short distance from her room, so it was possible with her vampire speed to reach the bathroom without Damon seeing her. One. Two... She bolted to the bathroom in practically one .

Water bounced off Katie's skin like little beads of fire, as she from foot to foot, singing softly to herself, "This is the last time I'm asking you this, I'll put your name at the top of my list. This is the last time I'm asking you why, You'd break my heart in the blink of an eye."

Katie turned the water tap off, wrapping a towel much too big, and wrapping it around her tiny body. She quickly got dressed, and brushed her teeth, before sneaking quietly down the stairs.

Surprisingly, Damon didn't say her name when she walked past the parlor room a little too fast. Breakfast turned into another apple, along with a glass of chocolate milk.

"I see you've came out of hiding," Damon commented, making Katie jump nearly a foot off the ground, thankfully without dropping her apple.

"I wasn't hiding," She murmured, a blush coming onto her cheeks.

Damon scoffed, "Fine," He flashed in front of her, "Ready to talk about last night?"

"Uh," Katie's eyes fixated on Damon's black shoes, "No," She mumbled, hoping he wouldn't press the issue.

"No?" He placed a finger under her chin so their eyes met, "Why's that?"

Katie squirmed, and tried to shift her chin away from his finger, which only made his finger tighter, "I just don't."

"Hm," Damon dropped her chin, and crossed his arms across him chest, "Okay, I'll talk. Why were you awake at three o'clock in the morning?"

She shrugged, biting her lip while rocking back on her heels, "I don't know... I wasn't tired."

"You were out like a light as soon as I closed the door," He pointed out, "I don't think someone who wasn't tired would've passed out like that."

How'd be know that? Katie chewed harder on her bottom lip, "I guess I don't know then," She mumbled, switching from her bottom to top lip.

Damon gave a half smirk, half smile, "Good, I'm glad we've cleared that up. Since I didn't specifically tell you to," He made air quotes around, "Go to sleep," And paused, "You won't be in trouble."

Katie smiled, worry disappearing, "But," Damon continued, making Katie's eyes roll, "That's your last warning. I don't want to put up with a grumpy little girl all day."

Truthfully, Damon didn't want to put up with a little girl all day at all. But... Truthfully, Damon became more fond of Katie by the day.

Katie's blush reappeared, "Okay," She agreed, "What're we doing today?"

"I need to register you at school. You're eleven right?" He asked.

"Yep," Katie replied, thinking about how frustrating it was to have everyone think she was like nine, and she wondered if she'd ever get any taller. "Do I have to go to school?"

Damon scoffed, moving around Katie over to the refrigerator, "Yes. I'm not babysitting you every single day."

Katie's stomped her foot, "I don't need a babysitter!" She exclaimed, hands clenching into fists. He was treating her like a five year old again.

"Well, I think you do," He crouched down to be eye level with her, "And I'm in charge. You know what that means?"

She fidgeted, feeling uncomfortably hot, not answering his question. "It means if I think you need a babysitter, I'll get you a babysitter. Got it?"

Katie chewed even harder on her lip, while nodding.

Damon raised an eyebrow, "Sorry, I didn't catch that."

"I got it," She ground out, relieved when he stood back up.

"Good. Come on, I need to do a few other things while we're out," He muttered, jingling the keys in one hand.

Katie cheered up at being outside, even if it wasn't for very long, and happily followed Damon to the door.

"Where did Stefan go?" She asked curiously, waiting to watch Damon close the door before walking towards the car.

"Katie, I don't care where Stefan goes. Therefore, I don't know," He answered, starting the car up as Katie buckled her seat belt.

Katie frowned, "I thought Stefan was your brother?"

"He is."

"You don't act like he is," Katie whispered, thinking back to the year she met Maggie.

An: This chapter was written instead of my English homework, so I hope you like it, lol. Reviews = Quicker updates. :)