A/N: This story is based on the happening of a RPG Forum I made to write this story. It's set in the early episodes of Season 1. Special Thanks to
Stefan Salvatore-DarkHairedAngelSince1995
Damon Salvatore-I'mFlyingWithoutMyWings
Elena Gilbert-It'
Bonnie Bennett-14
Caroline Forbes-14
Katherine Pierce-Aphroditethatsme
Lexi Branson-Aphroditethatsme
Matthew "Matt" .
Lousia Jay Markham-castingstarlight
Katy Weston-PrettyLittleHuman

Chapter 2
Juice Box With The Devil's Sister

"You're sure?"
"Yes Katy-"
"Where can I find him?" I interrupted.

Lexi's expression became a look of pure fear and horror; I could almost see her regret in telling me.

"I don't know-"she stuttered, I could see she was lying.
"Don't give me that crap, you know!" I said, unable to control my anger anymore.
"Katy we don't have to talk about this right now." Her eyes moved from side to side, as if actually searching for an excuse to stop this topic, "You look tired! Katy you should-get some sleep!" she ended exasperated.

I shook my head angrily, even now I knew she wouldn't tell me; problem was, that's all I wanted right now-Wait-No! What I really wanted? I wanted to drive a stake through the heart of that son of a bitch!

"No, but if you don't want to talk, I'm leaving. "I said, starting towards the doors. Lexi sped in front of them, I rolled my eyes saying, "Relax, if I was gonna run away I wouldn't say it to you. I'm going for a walk; I'm too wired for sleep."

With that I pushed past her and walked out the door. I didn't turn around, but I could practically hear her frustrated sigh from being sunlight intolerant.

I started sprinting after a minute, and then it became a full jog. That's what I always did when I was upset, or frustrated, or stressed, I went running. It always made me feel better to run really fast, and to move freely, and feel the adrenaline rush through my veins. It was just too constricting to sit still; drove my parents crazy.

*Flashback*

I couldn't sleep one night; it was almost three in the morning when I started running. I had run twice around the block until I ran back. When I walked into the tiny house, my parents were waiting for me.

Mom was a very tall apple-figured woman, with fiery red hair (which she always wore in a braid to hide its thinning), with hawk-like grey eyes. She had an athletic build, and light skin that had a red burnt undertone (I'll never know how but she somehow pulled it off).

Dad was a short (about 7 inches shorter then mom) medium-built character, with thick dark curls for hair, and a very pale complexion. He always looked to be ten years younger than he was, and he was in his thirties (seriously, when I saw a picture of my first birthday he looked like he was sixteen, that's wrong), but the spectacles made him look a bit older too as well as pretentious.

Dad looked a bit more calm and collected, while mom looked absolutely furious! I sheepishly walked up to the table where they sat, ready for the Great American Scolding.

"Katherine Margaret, this is the last time you go out running at this hour!" she screamed.

"I'm sorr-" I tried, feeling tears begin to well up. I didn't cry much, but every time I heard my mother's voice like this it just hurt.

"No you're not! You're sorry you got caught! I understand you have to run but wait till morning! What if a vampire found you while running! Huh?"

"Sarah calm down, you don't have to yell at her." My father said.

"Yes I do! Because she keeps doing this!" mom yelled at him, then turned back to me, "You keep doing this, and you always say sorry! Sorry means you'll never do it again! This is the fourth time this week!"

It had actually been the sixteenth time this week, I'd counted; sometimes I managed to go running at night without them waking.

"I couldn't sleep."

"Then stop running! If you keep running it will just keep you awake! Never do this to me again!" she yelled, after that she walked upstairs to their room.

Dad walked over to me with a sympathetic look on his face. That only made me feel worse, I felt like I was getting between him and mom from just a stupid habit. I felt a tear finally streak down my face.

"Sweetie, what's wrong? What is making you so upset you have to run?" he asked me like he always did when he caught me doing this.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong." I would say.
"Are you sure? This is becoming an obsession Katy, what's got you so upset?"
"Nothing, I just couldn't sleep and was feeling restless. I just needed to move."
After that he'd give up, even at this point he knew I either couldn't or wouldn't say anything, "Alright. Is it out of your system now?"

I nodded, "I think so."
"Alright, go back to sleep."

I nodded again and he hugged me, once the hug was over I'd go upstairs, but not without hearing an "I love you!" from dad and calling back "You too!"

I shook that memory off, I didn't like to think about my parents in those situations, I preferred to think about the good times to honor their memory; it almost felt like if I didn't only think of the good times, I was disrespecting them.

*End Of Flashback*

I continued down the street; slowing my pace to a fast walk made it worse, having the ability to hear my own heartbeat in my ears and adrenaline course roughly through my veins making me want to start running again.

I had been staring at the pavement as I walked, as if it had the secrets of life on it, so I didn't notice as I ran into someone.

"Hi there!"
"Sorry, didn't mean to bump into you." I muttered, looking at the woman I bumped into.

She was a fairly average-tall woman (then again I'm twelve and 5'3" everyone looks tall to me), curly dark hair, brown eyes that sort of a tricky look to them that I couldn't really explain then.

She laughed slightly and replied, "No problem! I get lonely anyways; it's nice to meet you, I'm Elena."

I suppressed a weird look, remaining indifferent saying"Cool, I'm Katherine Weston, otherwise known as Katy."

"Katherine?" she said, her tone suggesting some kind of inside joke, "Wow, love the name."

"I personally hate it, hence why I prefer Katy. Live 'round here?"

"Yeah I live close by, what about you? I don't remember seeing you around…"

"I just moved in with the Salvatores."

"The Salvatores? Really?" she said with newly sparked interest, "Tell me, how are they? I'm a friend of theirs."

I'd noticed they rather weird way she'd said 'friend', it sounded like she had either just realized she knew them or she was looking for a proper word to replace one that-well-wasn't so proper.

Then again her attitude itself seemed just a tad off; she conveyed a humble and sweet tone that wouldn't have brought anything to mind, except her stance was rather forced and her eyes were weirdly calculating and overly confident as if to say "I'm tasting the cup of victory hours before the drink is even made".

Altogether, these traits told me she was either that uncomfortable in her own skin like a stereotypically teenager, or she was just a bitch in sheep's clothing.

I told her I hadn't met them yet, only two friends of theirs besides her. She got a surprised look in her eye as she replied, "Oh, well that doesn't sound like them not to show. I can tell you little one, they are the real life of the party."

Whose she calling 'little one'? I thought to myself, I may be tiny and rude but I still have feelings!

I made no attempt to mask my annoyance as I said, "Yeah, I can imagine. How do you know them anyways?"

She seemed to ignore my tone and replied, "Well, me and Stefan go to school together and are dating now; but we go way back."

"Ya don't say?" I said rhetorically, "What are they like anyway? I wanna know what to expect."

"Well Damon's a party-boy, but trust me there's a lot more than meets the eye." She gave a little wink on that one-which even for me was unsettling- and continued, "And Stefan, is just the sweetest man you'll ever meet, nobody like him."

"Sounds like polar opposites to me."

"Yeah but that just makes it all the more fun." I then vaguely heard her mutter something like, "You have no idea."

"Sorry, what was that last part?"

"Interesting! They are very interesting."

I wonder, when the time comes will I be surprised when I wake up at the boarding house and she's already there? Or will I have already expected it to the point it no longer shocks me?

"Really? What do they do for a living? Or is it the kind of job where you'd have to kill me if I knew?"

"Kill you? No! Not my type of thing to do!" she chuckled at her own private joke, "They just have A LOT of spare money so I don't think they need jobs."

"Sponging off inheritance?" I asked while thinking: Yup, that's a vampire if I ever saw one.

"I guess you could call it that." She looked around herself for a second continuing, "Hey, we've been standing out here for awhile. Wanna go to the Grill for a bit, great place, it'd be my chance to tell you about the boys."

I looked over to where she meant, seeing a place with a sign saying "The Mystic Grill" in the front of it. I saw people going in and out of it so I was happy that there were witnesses.

I shrugged, "I guess so." I said walking in.

"Choose a seat I'll get some drinks." She said as she scurried off to the bar.

I took a booth by a window and watched Elena as she talked to the bartender, listening intently.

"-Bloody Mary and one-" she looked over to me a second, as I simultaneously looked at the polished wood on the table as if it held the secrets of life on it, "One of those fruity, box thing-juiceboxes! With the flowers on them."

It took all my self-control and biting the knuckle of my index finger not to laugh at this woman's attempt at ordering a juicebox.

She came back with the juicebox and cocktail in hand; I took mine and stabbed the straw into the box, what can I say? There is just something irresistible about juiceboxes, they're addictive and friendly, like liquid crack in a tiny little box.

"There you go little one, a nice juicebox for a nice little girl. And wouldn't you know it, he gave us the drinks free of charge! How about that?"

What's that sound? I thought, Oh! It's the sound of my intelligence being insulted within an inch of its life!

"How about that." I said sarcastically, "Thanks for the juicebox, but don't call me little one-or little girl for that matter. It's just Katy, just four letters and two syllables, it ain't hard to say."

She seemed to take on a whole new persona for a second, and a bitchy one at that, she smirked saying, "Alright."

I tried to repeat my twisting-ring-to-show-it-off technique like earlier, but while I did see her looking at the ring skeptically, she seemed to know better than to ask about it. For a moment though we shared a look that seemed to almost have a mental conversation attached to it.

Something along the lines of:

You know?

Yup.

And that's your protection.

Yup.

You're not scared are you?

Nope.

I could see her making some kind of decision mentally, than she swallowed her drink in two gulps and got up.

"I realized, I have to be somewhere to be. Nice meeting you Katy."

With that she walked away and out the door. I watched closely and saw I didn't even see her after the second the door closed. Vampire speed.

I let my mind wander a bit as I finished off my juicebox:

So let's recap; I live in a house with vampires, I live in a town of vampires, I'm not skilled at self-defense, and I'm pretty sure I'm also in the temporary custody of an asshole vampire.

Yeah I think it's safe to say my life has gone to shit.

On the bright side, I got a free juicebox.

A/N: Thanks for all your wonderful reviews and support! Please keep reading and reviewing, feedback brings chapters faster! If you have any ideas for this story I welcome you all to review or message them to me, or to join the forum on which this story will be based on mostly with all these characters and dialogue. OC's are welcome and can/will be integrated into this story. Link- .net/forum/Vampire_Gaurdian_101_A_Story_Forum/100825/