anonymous1397: Elena already knows about Katy, just not the full story. But about your other point, I've been considering it, and I still haven't made my decision yet but it is tipping in that scale so yeah.

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Chapter 8

When Somebody Loved Me

I waited outside the school when all was said and done, scowling at both the day and the car that pulled up in front of me.

"Hey Girlie, how was your first day?" Damon asked, smirking.

I got into the back seat, taking out something from my duffle bag and throwing it at him, "Evil incarnate." I said.

He examined what I threw at him, which was a small, hideous, yellow, black, and orange cheerleading outfit.

He smirked again, tossing it back to me, "Cheerleading not your calling?"

"I'm forced to do it on account of my apparent lack of social skills, the captain of the team is a bitch, and the outfit makes me look like the Honey Nut Cheerios Bee's hooker. What do you think?"

"I think you still haven't taken my advice about blabbing your problems to someone who cares."

"Well, you know, I don't generally take orders, especially from you." I said, and then got an idea, "Hey, if you want to lessen the things I complain about; why don't you get me out of cheerleading?"

"Now why would I do that? You're just going to complain about something else anyway, and you've just been so mean to me since you got here."

"Right back at ya, genius. And you will do it because you'd have to meet with my principal."

"Not helping your case."

"She's in her early thirties, and is a D-cup."

He gave a contemplating expression before replying, "I'll think about it."

I smirked back, settling back into my seat again as we drove.

"If I do this, we're even?" he asked.

"Nope. Cause you're doing it to get laid, that's the exchange." I stated.

He gave me an incredulous look and said, "You know, you're really not helping your case."

"Well, I've got nothing to lose."

He scoffed, "Of course you do, you've got plenty to lose."

I turned my head away and looked through my duffle bag and got out a small black marble notebook.

"Since you prefer not to talk about these things, why don't you write them down?" Ms. Lark said, handing the book to me.

Well, Ms. Lark, I don't take orders and I don't like talking about it or writing it, so thanks for the free notebook! I thought to myself.

I took out a pen, deciding what I wanted to write in it, and came up with nothing. Diaries could be read (Hi Anne Frank), I've never written a story before, and I wasn't gonna waste it on homework.

I spent most of the drive thinking about what to write-so basically nothing, and hadn't said a word to Damon. Once we got to the house, I stepped out of the car while he stayed in.

"Well, are you coming?" I asked.

He shook his head, "Nope. I'm going to the Grill, have some bourbon-"

"See if there's anyone around worth biting." I said expectantly.

"I'm going on the Bambi diet for a week. Consider it payback for killing Lexi."

"Payback for Stefan not me, you're gonna have to do better than that to even come close to earning my forgiveness. I didn't even like you to begin with, you pleb." (A/N: If you are Irish, or friends with anyone who is, you know what this means)

And I ran inside before he could respond… Like a boss!

...Yeah, I am just not clever today am I?

Anyways, I went around the house, just looking (or more accurately snooping) around when I found Damon's room.

Naturally, I would have just trashed the place, but I wanted to take my time. So I started going through drawers, boxes, and even went through some of the books on the tiny bookshelf (which was handy, I found a fifty in a sock drawer).

After a thorough search, I went over to the closed laptop on a desk, and decided to use one of my plans using iTunes and a CD in the stereo.

Cue villain laugh here.

Once I placed my prank, I headed back to my own room, and kept thinking about what to do next. Mostly just thinking about what to put in the notebook, because really, why would I-the twelve year old-spend more time on my homework willingly?

Dad would kill me if he knew I wasn't doing my work, I laughed in my head.

And then I thought more and more about it, and realized what I wanted to do with the notebook.

I wanted to write about my mom and dad, or at least whatever I could remember about them. One of the sad things about losing someone, is sometimes you begin to forget them, or at least the parts you want to remember most.

I didn't want to forget them, ever.

I began writing down some memories:

The first memory had wrote had been a little over a year ago; I had been complaining to them about always coming with them when they were dealing, even if I was just out in the car. I was heading downstairs to get something to eat when I heard them talking in the living room.

"Adam, we can't let her stay home by herself, she's twelve!" my mom said, aggravated.

"Yes I know, but why can't we hire a babysitter then?" Dad countered, using his lawyer voice (blood dealing was just his night job),

"Remember last time that happened? Even if Katy or the hypothetical babysitter doesn't invite them in, humans could break in, and those humans could be either regular human criminals or compelled by-"

"Sarah, listen to me." Dad sat next to her on the couch, "We can't keep bringing her with us everywhere we go, she's eleven, we need to start teaching her how to fend for herself."

"Exactly! She's eleven! We can't just start leaving her here by herself! She's too young!"

"I'm not saying we just let her stay by herself just yet, we could just start training her to do so later on."

Mom crossed her arms stubbornly, "Well, I'd rather be training her to defend herself against vampires that very well know of her existence and knowledge of them."

"Well, what do you expect us to do then huh? Just keep going on like this? What happens when she turns sixteen? Or eighteen? Are you planning to continue training her during college?" His voice beginning to raise to a more angry tone.

"You're being ridiculous! You know perfectly well what I mean, and you're just pissed because I'm not going to give in on this one! I won't risk losing my baby!" she screamed.

"Well, if we keep treating her like she's still two she'll decide she's had enough and try and prove to us she's capable of taking care of herself! I don't want to lose her either, but keeping her in a plastic bubble may just prove more harmful the helpful." Dad's once angry voice calmed, "I don't want to have to find her bed empty, and then find her with her body empty of blood."

Dad slumped down back on the couch, putting his head back in exasperation. Mom seemed to calm down too and looked at him sympathetically as she ran her fingers through his black curls.

"Adam, do you remember that time when you tried to teach Katy baseball?" she asked calmly.

I was confused when I heard that and continued to listen closely.

"Yeah." He said, not really paying attention.

"Do you remember when she got tired after a while and wanted to quit, but you only had to tell her 'no' once? She kept playing." She thought for a second, "Sure she began throwing the ball lower and lower when she was up to pitch, but she stayed."

They laughed at the memory, I chuckled silently myself.

"Yeah I remember." He smiled, but then his expression became confused, "What's your point?"

"Well, what did you learn that day?"

"I learned my daughter has wonderful hand-eye coordination." He stopped to recall for a minute, "Lucky for me and the-downstairs neighbors-her aim is pretty scruffy."

Mom laughed, "Yes, but you-or at least I- realized that she's not the type to disobey her parents-often, and even if she's forced to do something she'll do it."

"I'm not quite following Sarah."

"I'm saying she won't like it, but I have faith she'll obey us. And if she doesn't, well, we'll deal with it then."

Mom may have been strict at times, but there were other times when I knew she loved me.

The next memory had been after I got caught running.

I had been up in my room, trying to sleep, but it was difficult since I couldn't get Mom's angry face out of my mind. I always hated it when I made her like that, and that time had been no exception.

Just then she walked into my room, her right hand clutching something unseen, and sat down next to me on my bed.

"Can't you try to sleep honey?" she asked softly.

"I tried, I'm still wired."

She nodded, "Look honey I'm sorry I yelled. But you can't do that anymore." She said the last part sternly.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"No, Katy, 'sorry' means you will never do it again- I've told you this. I'm not sorry about what I said, cause I'm not, but I am sorry about how it came out. I don't want to have to yell at you, I'm just scared, and that's a very prominent part of being a parent." Her face fell, and she seemed to be recalling a memory in her mind, "You know I love you right?"

I nodded, sitting up to hug her, "I know Mom. I love you too."

She hugged me back tightly, then pulled away and put something in my hand. When I looked I saw some midnight blue shaded Rosary beads, with a silver cross, in my hand. I looked up at Mom and she smiled.

"I've had these for a few years now, one of the many in my collection. I want you to have them; maybe they'll help you feel better."

I smiled back at her, "Thanks Mom." I said, than wrapped the beads around the lamp on my nightstand.

As much as I knew she did care about me though, there had been instances when I doubted, or feared she stopped altogether.

Before I was seven, I didn't used to have to go with them everywhere. We lived around Georgia for a while, and I was babysat by a woman named-Briana? Bridget? Bree? Ah well, it was so long ago I couldn't really remember.

But when they were gone one day, some men in a white van tried to enter the house. The babysitter managed to get us out, and to a bar-from what I can remember, but when my parents found out they were pissed.

I remember Dad's terrified look and Mom's rage-filled voice when they were told. After that we moved away to a small apartment in Atlanta. Mom had been very quiet since, and came her 'dark days' when she would lock herself in her room and not come out.

I wasn't told until later, but her dark days were the marked days for her three miscarriages before I was born-that's one of the reasons she had trouble with her pregnancy with me.

One night, on one of the dark days, I was crying in my room upset because I thought she hated me. My dad came in, hearing me, and asked what was wrong. I explained that I thought Mom was angry at me, and he told me she wasn't.

"Katy, she's not mad at you. She's just upset right now; she really does love you very much."

"Then why won't she look at me?" I asked.

Dad paused for a second, "I guess it's because… Maybe she's afraid that if she does look, you won't be there."

That sentence still doesn't quite make sense to me, maybe Dad was hitting the happy sauce lately. Well, he was a lawyer.

Normally, I would stay away from her on her dark days, but I felt like she'd been ignoring me for so long and I couldn't resist.

I walked into her bedroom in the early hours of the morning (Dad had been sleeping on the couch), and tip-toed next to her while she lied down, her eyes open but almost lifeless.

"Mommy?" I said.

She looked up at me, and then she started crying, I began to start crying a bit when I thought I'd done something wrong. I started backing out of the room when she grabbed my hand and pulled me into a tight hug.

I hugged her back, confused but accepting, as I heard her continue to cry.

"Mommy, did I do something to make you mad?" I asked her.

I felt her shake her head, not letting me out of the hug, "No Katy, no." she pulled her onto the bed, laying me next to her as she continued to hug me, "I'm just scared honey. I thought somebody was going to take you away."

She calmed down, still sniffling though, "I love you so much Katy. I just can't lose you. I can't lose my baby."

"You won't lose me, Mommy. I promise." I said in a quiet voice.

I looked up to see her smiling at me through tears, and I hugged her again. I vaguely remember hearing her mumble, "My little survivor."

And from then on, every time her dark days came around; she'd still lock herself in her room, but I'd always be with her, and she would never let me out of her arms.

That is until a few months ago of course.

I looked at the page sadly as I finished writing that last memory. There hadn't been an instant I didn't long for one of those dark days, to be held and know she wouldn't let me go.

"Hey!" I heard a voice say. I looked up to see Damon standing in the doorway, holding a football, "Catch."

He threw the ball towards me, I caught it and looked from it to him, "Baseball is more my game." I said.

"Oh well, it was worth a shot." He smirked.

"What's with the football?" I asked.

He took a step towards me with his arms crossed, "Thought we'd have some bonding time, Stefan's idea for the day."

"Yeah, right, what do you want?" I said sarcastically.

"Well, I thought you should know, since Stefan and I have decided to leave town you better start packing." He said, stunning me to no end, "Don't look at me like that, you're not coming with me. But you better start picking out what kind of family you wanna have, cause once you're packed in the morning and a little compulsion, you'll be out of Mystic Falls to begin a new life."

I felt my hands tense in anger, I may not have like the guy, but I had some issues with being tossed aside like an inconvenience, "Really?" I said with growing anger coming through my indifferent façade, "What about Sherriff Forbes? Aren't I not due to go for another four months?"

"Well, she won't know anything about it. As far as she'll know, you're a runaway and I've got business in another state with Stefan."

I clenched my jaw as I took in a deep breath before responding with, "Fine."

"Perfect!" He said walking out of the room, "Sleep tight! Got a busy day tomorrow!"

I rolled my eyes as I thought to myself; I have officially lost any and all my guilt in spending his entire iTunes account on that very special playlist.

Speaking of which, after a minute or two, I began hearing a frustrated growl that followed a few seconds of "I whip my hair back and forth! I whip my hair back and forth! I whip my hair back and forth!"

I smiled evilly and villain laughed out loud. VLOL. Haha.

Praise the good Lord for the person who invented CD burning!

***Next Morning***

I had all my things packed and ready to go, which wasn't hard since I didn't really unpack to begin with, and headed towards the stairs of the house-overhearing a conversation between Damon and Stefan as I walked down.

"You don't have any friends, Damon."

"You're right Stefan, I only have you." I heard Damon reply, "So, where are we going?"

"We are not going anywhere. I'm gonna live my life, as far away from you as possible."

"But we're a team!" He exclaimed, "We could travel the world together-We could try out for The Amazing Race!"

"I'd watch that." I chimed in.

Stefan remained slightly indifferent as he looked between me and Damon, "Hmm, that's funny." He turned back to Damon, "Seriously, where are you going cause we're not staying in this town."

"And where do you plan on dumping me?" I asked.

Just then the doorbell rang, we all looked at each other and slowly went off to see who it was-well, they did, I just slumped on the couch with my duffle bag around me.

"I'm here to see Damon." Said the voice of which I recognized as the Sherriff.

"Uh, sure, okay." Stefan replied, Damon following him to the door.

"Sherriff," Damon said, "What a surprise."

"Sorry to bother you but, we need to talk."

I leaned my head back in their direction to listen.

"Come in."

They stepped inside after, I quickly hid my duffle bag under the couch to avoid suspicion.

"Hey Katy," Sherriff greeted, "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"I'm waiting for the bus." I lied, turning my head in Stefan's direction, "We both are. Damon's car is on the fritz so he can't drive us there."

She nodded, "I see." Then she looked back to Damon who ushered her outside to the backyard.

I looked to Stefan who said, "I'm a little concerned by how quickly you came up with that, and also that you showed no tells or anything."

I nodded, "Yes, I know, clear signs of a violent sociopath. But don't worry Stefan; logically, you wouldn't be my first target." I smiled.

He shook his head, and sat down, clearly using his super-hearing to listen in on the conversation outside.

"What are they talking about?" I asked.

"Shh."

He seemed to be a little disturbed by whatever they were saying, but he wouldn't tell me since he was trying to concentrate, after a while I just started reading over my memory book.

Once Damon and Sherriff Forbes finished talking, they came back, though immediately heading straight for the door.

"Thank you for stopping by."

"Let me know if you come up with anything." She said walking out the door.

"Absolutely."

The second the door shut, Stefan sped over to Damon and slammed him against the door.

"What is wrong with you? You killed somebody?" He growled slightly.

"What?!" I exclaimed running over to them.

Damon pushed him off, "Get off me. A.) don't touch me." He said going past him. When he was hovering in my personal bubble, I stuck out my index finger and poked his arm, only to have him brush me off when I did (story of my life).

"B.) If I had, I wouldn't have been so obvious about it. C.)," He stopped and turned to both me and Stefan, "There's another vampire in town."

"That's impossible." Stefan responded.

"Obviously not."

I rolled my eyes, Yeah Stefan, kind of a stupid assumption.

"Well then, who could it be?" he asked aloud.

"Oh well, what do we care? We're all leaving anyway right?" Damon turned to me, "Come on, Katy, let's go find you a GCWK to live with." He said not moving from his spot.

"No, I can't leave now, and you know that." Stefan said, his brow furrowed into an almost panicked expression, "How are we supposed to find this person?"

"Let the adults handle this Stefan."

"So what now?" I asked.

Damon looked at me and replied, "You are not going to school just yet. I need your help with something."

Hey loyal reviewers! Thanks for sticking with me! Please tell me what you think, it's helps I've got the next chapter planned out, I just need to get it on paper and some reviews to help it get there!

Katy's Annoying Playlist:

Track 1: Whip My Hair by Willow Smith

Track 2: Barbie Girl by Aqua

Track 3: Blah Blah Blah by Ke$ha

Track 4: Imma Be by The Black Eyed Peas

Track 5: Friday by Rebecca Black

Track 6: Friday/Imma Be/Blah Blah Blah/Barbie Girl/Whip My Hair mash up by Katy Weston (Basically she took the more annoying parts and edited them into a ten minute song)