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Chapter 16
The Birthday Massacre!
So yeah, today is my birthday, which was celebrated the first time by Lexi saving me after almost dying-seems like I was in danger from Day 1.
I am now thirteen years old and counting. So I decided to celebrate this year by seeing an early morning Triple Feature of 'Twilight', 'Twilight Saga: New Moon', and the newest addition 'Twilight Saga: Eclipse' and eat overly priced candy-but also sneak in a can of sprite with a small piece of cheap store bought cake.
Movie Comments: While 'New Moon' remains my favorite out of them all, this one was funnier-though probably not on purpose. I wish we'd seen the Volturi more.
Candy and Comments: If you're going to charge 7$ a box then don't just put in 5 milk duds!
So my birthday was going great!
After the rough few days we'd all had, on my birthday especially, I am allowed to enjoy a bunch of ironically funny movies and stuff myself with sugar!
So once the movies ended, I went to the park and played childishly on the swings while shouting "WHEEEEEE!" before jumping off them mid-air. Don't judge me I had a blast!
I walked back to the Boarding House soon after I ran out of ideas. When I got inside, I walked into a conversation between Stefan and Damon.
"You know, all I can remember is hating you. There might have been a time when that was different, but your choices have erased anything good about you." Stefan said.
I remained silent and continued listening, he went on,
"But see, I also know that you have just as much reason to hate me. This all began with me. Katherine got taken away from you because of me." He paused for a second, "And I'm sorry."
Silence, a pregnant pause more like, before Damon finally replied, "Apology accepted."
Yeah right, I thought.
"So please!" Stefan urged, "Just tell me what you know."
Damon only responded with a breath so he continued, "It's Elena, Damon. If you know something... Tell me."
These bozos officially had my full attention! I wasn't really close with Elena but I never wished her harm, even when she and Stefan betrayed Damon I didn't, so I was getting nervous.
Especially when Damon responded. Shit got real.
"I mean thus sincerely." He said, "I hope. Elena. Dies."
My breath hitched and my jaw quivered in anger. I'd had quite enough of this crap! Nope! No more! I already have enough people dying on me without bad things wished on them! I WILL NOT have ANYONE wish bad things on people I have not wished them on first! Damon is no exception, as he has already been a douche to me, Stefan, and the rest of humanity!
I stomped into the room, jaw clenched, shoulders tense, and balled up fists ready to fly. Stefan and Damon turned around to see me, Damon being the first to speak,
"Hey girlie," He greeted, looking semi-annoyed, "Skipped out on us this morning."
"What's going on?" I said, my hands on my hips.
"Nothing you need concern yourself with."
"Anna kidnapped Elena." Stefan said.
My eyes widened and my jaw slacked, "Why?"
"Because we have the Grimoire."
I sighed, my rage started to progress and I need to keep the vein in my head from repainting, "Alright, down to business boys." I turned to Damon with a glare, "First come, first served. Let's start with why you just decided to become an even bigger asshole then usual by wishing death on someone in a dangerous situation... What in the blazing hell is wrong with you!?"
"Katy-"
"No! Shh!" I told Stefan firmly, "You go back to your corner and do whatever you gel-haired vamps do! I am having a little chat with the Dick Master."
"Dick Master?" Damon asked disapprovingly.
"Whatever; Now, Damon, I have taken losta' crap here-quite frankly, I kinda' want to go to the asylum right now! So no more! You have killed my Godmother, treated me like an insignificant little kid-which continues to piss me off BTW, threatened Elena and Stefan and me, and I have not bitched you out even close to be considered enough for one of those things! So while you probably care jack shit about me or anyone else in this room, you care about that bitch whose made my name replace the 'F' word in the dictionary of LIFE! So if your botched-lobotomy-induced-reasons-on-crack for caring about that whore are still intact, then you will be helpful and NEVER say that again or so help me God, I will grab that fireplace poker over there and repeatedly shove it so far up your ass I could use you as a flagpole!"
Stefan had a look of complete and utter horror on his face, while Damon's eyes widened for a minute or two then reverted back to severe annoyance and underlining anger.
"So sack up! Bro. Get your shit together, find some common ground." I gave them both significant looks, "I will be in my room texting and getting some vamptonite together. Do what you will with my wisdom."
And I walked up the stairs without a word, leaving them in shocked silence. When I got to my room, I shut the door-letting out a huge sigh as I slid down to the floor, "I'm exhausted."
***Third Person's POV***
After getting over a moment of shock at the outburst-which was strange even for Katy-, Damon said to himself, "Huh." then laughed slightly, "I'll tell ya, that girl gets very animated when she's pissed."
"Yeah, I-uh, I'm gonna try not to think about it." Stefan said quickly, rushing off to go look for Elena.
Once he sped out, Damon poured himself another drink. Katy came down stairs with her duffle-bag filled to the brim with guns, stakes, vervain, and a few muzzles. She dropped the bag on the couch, glaring at Damon, with her hands on her hips.
"Well shall we go save people?"
"Oh, you want to help people now?" He replied with mock confusion, then sneered, "That's a new one."
"That's petty."
He gave Katy an annoyed look and continued to fix himself a drink. She rolled her eyes and groaned loudly, "You're mad at me!"
"Gee, why would you think that?" Damon said nonchalantly.
"Damon, do you know how long I actually knew about their plan before you?" He didn't respond, "About 1 hour."
Damon expression didn't change, but his stance vaguely suggested he was listening, thought that was hanging by a thread.
"I walked in on them talking after you left to drive Jeremy to the Grill." she explained, "I was never plotting against you."
He slammed his glass down on the bar, walking over to Katy, "I'll bite." he said sarcastically, "Why didn't you tell me the second you found out if you're not on their side?"
"Because I was afraid of what you might do."
"I wouldn't hurt you-"
"Not to me! To them!"
They both remained silent for a moment. After a second, Katy sighed heavily and slumped down on the couch, staring intently at her hands as she replied,
"Remember when I saved you from Logan?" Damon smirked slightly in response, "I told you afterwards that I couldn't handle another death."
He nodded to himself, remembering perfectly well what she said, it had surprised him somewhat at the time.
"Well, Damon, I meant it." She turned to face him, standing back up as she did so, "I've promised myself that I will protect you from them, and anyone else who comes into the mix. But that means I'm protecting them too, from whoever it is."
Damon smirked, "You think you're strong enough to protect me? And defend anyone in our little circle from me?"
"Well, no I'm not stupid." she nodded in agreement, "But I'm gonna try my hardest, and go down kicking and screaming if I have to."
"Cute."
"So you gonna stop being an ass to me?" she thought for a second, "More than usual?"
"Hmm." He thought dramatically, "I'll give you probation."
"Probation? I never did anything to you."
He gave her a look, "You want my forgiveness or not? Besides, we're discussing what you failed to do not the other way around."
She sighed, "Fine."
"Good girl!" he said in a baby-voice, pinching her cheek.
She slapped his hand away, "Shut it."
They both smirked at each other.
"Now, come on girlie, we're gonna head to Grandma Witch's house."
"Does this person actually like you?"
***45 Minutes Later***
"So, add her to the growing list of people you've majorly pissed off."
"Hey, I never did anything to her girlie."
"I'm sure." she said sarcastically.
As they walked back into the house, Damon overheard Stefan arguing with Anna over the phone, so he sped off to listen further. He listened closely to Anna's instructions, and when Stefan hung up and turned to him he said,
"Go ahead. Grovel again. Oh, wait, no." He paused. "I don't care."
Damon began to walk out when Katy pushed passed him, walked up to Stefan grabbing his wrist, and slamming a piece of paper in his palm.
"Anna's current residence." she replied to his look of confusion, "Me and Damon went there last night, and I looked it up on Damon's cell just now. God bless the bastard who created Google."
"How do you know that was Anna's place?" Damon asked rhetorically.
Katy turned around, meeting his smirk with a sour look on her face, "Damon, contrary to popular belief I'm not stupid."
"Thank you Katy." Stefan said running out.
Once he left, Damon sneered slightly at Katy. She rolled her eyes and tossed him back his phone, which he caught with ease.
"Pretty bold of you, helping him in front of me. Not looking good for your probation so far."
"Wow, if someone heard that out of context it would get really awkward in here." he smirked at her, "Well, I figure since you've put me on probation, I should put my heart on my sleeve."
"Couldn't you just suck up?"
"That's Stefan's gig, I have my own."
"And what would that be?"
"Answering stupid questions apparently."
He laughed slightly, walking over to her as she sat down on the couch. She gave him an expectant look, to which he replied,
"Yes?"
"Well; Stefan left, you established your daily 'couldn't care less' attitude... Go talk to Anna." Damon went to respond but she cut him off, "You don't fool me. Go. Right now."
"You're not the boss of me."
"Yes I am."
"Why?"
"Because it's 'A lady's choice, and a gentleman's agreement', so I make the decisions and you agree."
He made no remarks, his facial expression didn't change either. He only stood up, stared down at the auburn-haired girl a moment, until he finally smirked.
"You really are smarter then I give you credit for." he complimented, tousling her hair for a second.
She blew a piece of hair that had fallen from her face, smiled, and replied, "Yes please stop doing that."
Damon left shortly after; though, unbeknownst to Katy, took out Toby Marshall's number from his pocket and stared at it thinking,
Well, it's not like she'd be surprised. What would I do with a kid?
And then he started dialing the number on his cell.
***Katy's POV***
I waited for Damon to return, texting Joelle on Stefan's cell to keep myself occupied. As you can probably tell by now, the Brothers Salvatore have a habit of leaving their phones around, which bodes well for me-since I had been lacking one since my parents died. I suppose phones wouldn't be as useful to them as the rest of us, considering if they really wanted to talk to someone they could just speed over.
Okay, in general, Joelle and I have little to nothing in common:
I have no family.
She has two healthy happy parents, and six older brothers-no surprise why her parents are sitll happy *nudge* *nudge* *wink* *wink*.
I listen to a mix of Emilie Autumn, Repo! The Genetic Opera, Avril Lavigne, and Katy Perry (and yes, with a bit of Taylor Swift too).
Joelle owns a T-shirt that says "Future Mrs. Bieber" and listens to him, Miranda Cosgrove-I think that's her name, and gets most of her Ipod songs from Disney Channel-none of which involve Phineas and Ferb mind you.
I have little talent or interest in sports.
She has already been to three dance schools, joined four or five sports teams, and this is her third cheer-leading team.
She knows what the words 'boot-cut' and 'land-lovers' mean...
I rapidly changed to the subject.
But aside from she wears cheer-skirts, I wear funny T-shirts, we had one thing in common at least.
Confusion.
Confusion about life more precisely, and about different aspects for each of us, of course. But her confusion is centered around what she should do about Bianca that doesn't involve hitting her with a mallet-my suggestion after arsenic, while mine is centered around my new 'home'. And even though I didn't understand her reasons for being as lenient towards the bitch, Joelle was a kind and comforting person to talk to, and made me feel very good by listening-or reading- intently when it was my turn.
I don't like the idea of spilling my guts to someone about my issues, it makes me uncomfortable. It was partly from fear of spilling too many details, and partly because I didn't like the idea of sounding like a stereotypical drama queen who wouldn't shut up.
At first I kept dodging but Joelle skillfully managed to make me talk about them, and at some point refused to go on without talking about my issues. So I made up a story to cover the real truth, and she listened, but not without a few stomach-churning comments.
B and the gurls told me ur dad was REALLY cute! XD, she texted and I couldn't help but imagine her saying that in a Ke$ha voice.
I rolled my eyes and replied back, Jo, please don't say that! He's not my father and even so he's close enough right now to make that disgusting to me.
But itz true!
Yeah and so are the threats from my lunch! p
*sighs* fine but why dont u wanna live w/ him? He dont seem too bad from wat u said & he seems to care about you!
I quirk my eyebrows as I respond, what do u mean CARE?
She replied back quickly, Well u both seem to lk chattin a lot. & u appear to hav bonded girl! :)
Thatz just banter! I text, Try again
Well he seemed to forgive you pretty quickly for lying to him about that house thing!
I had told her that Stefan and Elena found some old deeds to a summer house and left to Damon his father, and that they were trying to hide it from him because Stefan wanted to sell it off...
It didn't sound bad when I made it up.
I didn't lie to him! He knows that! I just neglected to tell him is all
Still... She texted back, it must have been pretty important to him, especially since he's trying to get back together with his girlfriend now. Seems to me like something real hard to forgive easy.
The fact that Joelle of all people is saying that is hilarious to me, and I snort before I respond,
He's got me on 'probation' & he's only doing it because he doesn't care enough to hold a grudge.
Oh yeah and I suppose he doesn't care enough to give you the chance he's giving you either right? JEEZ!
I laugh at her response, and try to text her back when Damon appeared in front of me suddenly.
"JE-YAY-SUS man!" I said, startled.
He gave me a weird look at the voice I put on and took the phone from my hand setting it aside.
I sighed, "So how'd it go?"
"Made plans to meet at the cemetery tonight. Join forces."
"You're really gonna work with her?"
"Well, might as well."
"What if she tries to kill you?"
"Then I kill her."
I shook my head, "Alright then, when do we leave?"
"You want to come?"
"Well, nothing's good on TV tonight." he didn't reply, "Come on after all this time I've more then proven myself to be capable of taking care of myself."
He nodded, "You have."
"So?"
"You can come. But you have to follow my rules, or you'll die."
"What else is new?" I said sarcastically, "What's the danger?"
***A Few Hours Later***
Damon explained to me the threats posed by the vampires in the tomb, but explained that by now they were basically corpses too weak to move, so they probably wouldn't pose much of a threat if I didn't step too close. He also explained Anna and her buddy to me, telling me to keep some at easy access during our time with them.
He told me not to go into the tomb, and that once they got it open he would go in, grab Katherine and be out. He'd told Anna that she wasn't allowed to endanger me since I was on their side, all I had to do was keep out of trouble.
We waited a while to go, not saying much after he established the rules and only exchanged some quips now and then as he drank some whiskey.
"Do you think you'll combust and die if you stop drinking?" I asked as he poured himself another glass.
He took a sip as he thought a second, "Blood or alcohol?"
"Alcohol genius."
"No." He smirked, taking another sip, "Just less pleasant to live with."
"God help us." I murmured then smiled slightly.
He looked at his cell phone for a minute, "Time to go, grab your coat and vamptonite."
I nodded and rushed up to my room grabbing my duffle-bag and jacket.
I felt nervous as I reluctantly walked back down the stairs. This was what I'd been hoping for in a way, to never have to be the one to tell Damon about Katherine. And yet, I felt more guilty and nervous by the second.
It couldn't hurt anyone right? I thought, They would go in quickly, see she's gone and get rid of the other vampires for good, what's wrong with that?
Damon's reaction?
What would he do? Or worse, what poor bitch would he do it to?
Aren't I being selfish? Not telling him that is, this is just like the Grimoire thing only worse!
How could I just leave him to get his heart broken?
I pondered these questions as I walked down the stairs, until I heard Damon's voice talking to someone, which pulled me out of my thoughts.
"I'm trusting you." He said, "Don't make me regret it."
I got to the bottom of the stairs to see Elena with Damon. They both turned to me as I walked towards them.
"Katy," Damon smirked, "we got some new recruits."
Once Elena quickly told me about the recent alliance between her and Damon, we headed off to the cemetery which was crowded with people.
"The Duke party, I forgot." Elena said worriedly, "I hope they stay clear of the church."
"Your hope not mine." Damon replied uncaring.
"Elena!" a voice called out, turning out to be the blond from earlier and a blond boy I'd seen at the Grill; he seemed less than enthusiastic, especially when the girl put her hand in his as she tried talking to Elena.
I rolled my eyes thinking, Dude! She doesn't have cooties, grow a pair!
"Long story, no time to tell it." Damon responded, cutting Elena off.
"I wasn't asking you-"
"Sure you were." He smirked.
The boy stepped into the conversation, "We haven't met. I'm Matt."
"Matt. There's a reason we have met." Damon sneered, grabbing Elena's arm, "We are going that way."
He started pulling her off while she tried to apologize for his attitude to the other two. Before I followed, I noticed their confused looks and said, "Don't mind us, we're, just, crazy-bye!"
Then I caught up to Damon and Elena saying, "You know Damon, next time just put 'em out to measure, it'll save us time."
He only smirked and dragged us on. When we got to a certain distance he whistled loudly alerting Stefan, Bonnie, and Sheila up ahead.
"Brother, witches." He greeted.
Elena finally was released from his grip and moved towards me.
"Everything okay?" Stefan asked her.
"I just want to get this over with. Are we ready?"
"I guess so." Bonnie said.
I bit my lip, not really ready for what would inevitably come afterwards.
"Air." Sheila said, lighting a torch, then continued, "Earth. Fire."
"Water."
She took a bottle of water from Bonnie's hand and began pouring it by one of the four torches.
"That's it? Just water from the tap?"
"As opposed to what?"
"I just figured it would have to be blessed- or mystical- or something." Elena said.
"Yeah." I nodded, "But we are dealing with vampires, so at least we weren't asked to cough up a virgin... Not that we could find one."
"Don't be so jaded dear." Sheila said, looking at both Bonnie and Elena, "I certainly hope there's no reason to doubt that aspect of this day and age."
Damon smirked while Stefan and the girls shifted uncomfortably under Sheila's gaze, and she continued the spell.
"What's that?" Stefan asked, making everyone notice the blood-bag he'd been unraveling.
"It's for Katherine. Gotta have something to get her going. Unless your girl's offering a vein to tap."
Elena looked at me as if to say "Do you approve of this?"
I just shrugged, "Don't look at me. I'm surprised he hasn't stuck me in one of those things yet."
"Why are you standing by him?" she asked, "Why are you so accepting of this?"
"I'm not." I said, "But quite frankly, he's my ride."
She shook her head slightly, then Bonnie told us it was time. They began to chant for a few minutes, the language of which confounded even the walking history books apparently. Then the flames of the torches blazed up, startling both me and Elena.
"What's happening?"
"Some crazy shit." I nodded to myself in slight wonder.
Suddenly the door of the tomb opened loudly.
"It worked!" Bonnie exclaimed.
"Of course it worked."
Damon turned to Stefan and me, "Don't you have some fires to build?"
He nodded, "I'm gonna get the gasoline, I'll be right back."
"I'll come with." I said, following him up the stairs.
We got up to the cemetery gathering the gasoline and flamethrower, but were stopped by the voice of a guy I'd seen bar-tending at the Grill. He was across from us a couple yards and had a very cocky smile on his face.
"I thought I told you to leave."
"I considered it." The guy said, "Then I thought, screw you."
"Hey hero!" Another voice called from behind us, this turned out to be a girl-presumably Anna- who looked like a female Asian Damon by her outfit.
"I'm going down there to get my mother."
"I can't let you do that." Stefan said.
"Well, Ben's about to make a main course out of Elena's little brother, so you can stop me or him. Your choice."
I glared at her and went to make a run for Steve and Ben, but Stefan clamped a hand on my shoulder.
"Sorry kiddo." She said, "You're unevenly matched. See ya later."
She sped off after leaving us with Ben and Jeremy (A/N: haha, get it? It's funny because-oh screw it lol jk), the first of which was still smiling like a doofus.
"Do you really think she cares about you? Hmm?" He asked Ben, "You're disposable."
"I don't care. She already gave me what I want."
"You're gonna say 'eternal life'? You're really that stupid?"
"Clearly Stef, or else he wouldn't be some bitch's little bitch."
Ben smiled wider, still cocky, walking towards us, "You know, I've heard about you." He spared a split second glance at me, "Both of you. You don't feed, and you're human."
He almost laughed and continued, "You're not strong enough to beat me."
Just then he sped towards us, I grabbed the stake from my jacket in time as he grabbed my arm, jamming the stake into his elbow. Stefan pulled me out of his grasp and pushed me towards Steve, and Ben in the opposite direction. I ran over to Jer, relieved when I saw no bite marks and that he was still breathing, then looked up to see Ben snapping my stake in half and grinning.
"Is that all ya got?"
"No." Stefan grabbed the flamethrower, "I got this."
And you will never see a smile wipe off faster then that moment Ben put the pieces together. Once he was up in flames, Stefan grabbed everything and headed back to the tomb. I dragged Steve to a tree and sat him up there, then ran back to the tomb too.
"Opening the door didn't remove the seal, it just, opened the door." I heard Sheila say as I started to come down.
"What's the seal?"
"Some seals keep vampires from entering. This one keeps them from..." She paused, "Coming out."
"Elena's human. She can leave. Anna and Katherine can't." He paused, "Damon can't."
"No." I whispered to myself.
"You weren't planning on breaking the spell, were you?"
"I told you." she said, "I will protect my own."
I came out of my hiding space and said sternly, "Get him out."
"No." She said, "Elena can get out, that's all that matters."
"Get him out!" I yelled.
Suddenly we heard Elena scream, and both Stefan and I ran inside; I only vaguely remember Bonnie calling out our names. Stefan had sped in so quickly I couldn't follow, and I ended up in the dark.
"Damon!" I called out.
I got no response and tried to move in the dark but tripped forward, feeling a sharp pain in my ankle as I did so. I let out a hiss at the pain and quickly got up, rushing forward more carefully.
"Damon!"
***Third Person's POV***
After Stefan had gotten Elena to safety outside, and been told to get Damon and Katy before time was up, he rushed inside finding Damon first. He was pacing angrily around the room murmuring to himself.
"Damon." Stefan said when he found him.
"She's not here."
Stefan looked taken aback and it took him a minute to reply, "What?"
"SHE'S NOT HERE!" Damon yelled throwing the blood-bag at the wall.
In the distance Stefan heard Elena warning him to get out. He turned to his brother and urged him to leave, but Damon was in such shock and confusion that he just kept murmuring to himself.
"If we don't leave now, we're never getting out!"
"How could she not be in here?" He murmured.
"It's not worth spending all of eternity down here! She's not worth it!"
"No!"
"Damon!" Elena called, appearing at the door, "Please."
He stared at her for a moment almost thinking she was Katherine for a second. He then started to follow them out mindlessly, then Elena said to Stefan, "I can't find her. Where is she?"
And he knew they were talking about Katy, and his ears perked up as he heard a pained cry,
"Damon!"
He sped off to follow her voice and found her blindly fighting off a vampire who had been feeding on her ankle. She got him to stop by slamming vervain in his face, but could see another weakly crawling up behind her and aiming for her neck.
Damon grabbed Katy, helping her to the door which closed behind them seconds after they were out. He let Katy drop to the ground and examine her bleeding ankle. Stefan and Elena were locked in a tight embrace, sighing with relief, but Damon only looked blank and broken down. When Katy saw his face her heart heavied, and she felt guiltier then ever before.
Stefan drove Katy back to the Boarding House, she remained silent and barely looked at him the whole way there. Once they got inside, she slumped sadly back to her room.
"Katy."
She turned slowly to look at Stefan.
"What's wrong? Is it your wound?"
"Sure." then she slumped back upstairs without and word.
By the time Damon returned, Katy was in bed, and Stefan was still waiting up for him. Damon said nothing and simply sat down in front of the fireplace staring into the flames.
"I just got to Bonnie's." Elena said over the phone.
"Everything alright?"
"Yeah." she paused, "How's Damon? Is he gonna be okay?"
Stefan sighed, "I don't know. Can I call you later?"
"Yeah of course."
He hung up and slowly went to sit by his brother, not knowing what to say to comfort him, but needing to be there all the same. They sat there for hours, not saying a word, until Damon slowly walked upstairs to his room.
And there, sitting on his bed, was a entire pile of liquor from his stash with a slip of paper on top. The note read:
You'll need these.
Katy
He picked up one of the bottles and started to drink it, Then he heard whimpering in Katy's room and sped off to find out what happened.
She was sleeping under her bed as usual, but she was having a nightmare. She kept tossing and turning, whimpering and hyperventilating. Damon took a swig of the whiskey he'd been drinking and managed to shake off Katy's vervain ring, then he went into her mind.
He watched her dreams as an invisible spectator, not a guise he normally went under when he did this but that's what he did this time.
Right now, he was standing outside a large mansion-sized white house, which was secluded but by looking around he could tell it wasn't too far off from what looked like the suburbs.
He was about to walk into the house when a little grey car pulled up. He walked towards it instead, and saw-not much to his surprise- Katy, and two people he assumed were her parents. He could see the resemblance with the father's eyes being bluer than Katy's but similar in shape, and her mother's facial structure was almost a grown-up version of her's too.
And he had to admit Katy's mom was damn hot!
He saw Katy getting out of the backseat filled with moving boxes, and going to help her parents unload the trunk of coolers. They opened the coolers to check on what was revealed to be blood-bags, and her dad began counting them up.
"Is that all?" He asked once he finished counting.
"Yeah. Now come on, let's get this over with, we've got a ways to go."
"Mom are you sure you don't want some help with this one? You got twice as much as usual, I could help bring it in."
Her mother smiled, giving her a side-hug, "No sweetie, I don't want you anywhere in that house."
Katy nodded reluctantly in response while her mom took a small vial from her pocket and gulped it down. Her father made a face at this and asked,
"How can you drink that stuff straight?"
"I imagine holes in my throat."
Vervain, Damon thought to himself.
"Well, I say just carry it, we do own pockets."
"Well, you'll be singing a different tune when they're picking bits of your carotid artery out of their teeth."
Evidently, he was living with the improvement of Katy's morbidity.
Anyway, her father handed her the keys, kissed her forehead and helped her in the car.
"Stay out here and wait for us. We'll be in there for about a half hour. Do you remember where the vervain is?"
"No, I forgot after 5 years remembering."
"Katy..." He said sternly.
"Glove compartment, stakes are under Mom's seat in a box."
"Good girl."
They left after, leaving Katy in the locked car, who was in fact reading 'New Moon'. He rolled his eyes at her choice in reading material and waited next her, getting bored in waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, he heard crashing and yelling from the house, and Katy seemed to hear it too. He watched her look up from her reading and look helplessly at the house.
She flinched visibly as the lights in one of the upper rooms flickered and more crashing was heard. She started to whimper slightly as he mother's distinguished voice shouted, "Adam! Adam!"
A bigger crash, loudest of all, frightened Katy who dropped to the floor of car and curled up into the fetal position crying. She heard her mother screaming and more crashing about, and she started to whisper, "God help them... Please God help them!"
Then the crashing stopped, and so did the screaming. She seemed to be listening to the silence for a moment, slowly coming up to peer out the window at the house, still shaking.
A minute or two later, three men came out the front door, parts of their person covered in blood.
Katy didn't move from her spot, her eyes barely peering over the bottom of the car window. As she looked at the men, the one in the middle spotted her, and she tensed in place. The other two noticed her too as the man looked at her, one of them tried to walked towards her but the one who saw her first stopped him. Then he smiled and tipped his head politely to her, as if things were perfectly normal, then they all disappeared.
She calmed herself enough to grab a large handful of vervain and three stakes from the box under the seat. She got out of the car and ran towards the house, and when she opened the front door she shouted, "Dad!"
But she took one step and heard a crack, and looked down to see one half of her father's spectacles.
She looked up, horrified, and ran upstairs screaming, "Dad! Mom! Dad!"
She ran up passed dead vampire bodies in the hallway, and ran to a room that looked like a hurricane had hit.
"Da-" she cut herself off screaming as she saw her father's corpse, hanging off a wall, mangled and almost unrecognizable except for the other half of his glasses neatly placed on him.
"No..." she cried, "No!"
Tears streamed down her face, and she kept choking on her own breath as she looked at him. Then she turned to see her mother, seemingly unconscious on the ground.
"Mom!"
Katy dropped to her mother's side and began looking briefly for wounds, finding none she began CPR to try and revive her.
"Mom wake up!" she pleaded, getting no response, "Wake up!"
Again her mother didn't move, and now Katy stopped regular CPR and just kept slamming her fist down on her mother's chest screaming, "Wake up! Wake up!" over and over again.
"There's nothing wrong with you! Get up!" she screamed.
She grabbed her arm and tried to pull her up she finally noticed two things: How cold her mother's skin was, and her disconnected neck.
When she saw that, she dropped back to her mother's side, looking briefly between her father and her.
"Mommy... Daddy... I'm so sorry..."
And for the next few minutes, she just repeated herself, dazed and drained, "I'm sorry..."
Slowly, sirens were heard in the distance, and continued to get louder signalling their arrival. When it got to a certain point, Katy took off her mother's engagement ring, putting it in her pocket. Then she reluctantly walked over to her father, trying to get his wedding ring off his finger, but the bones were badly broken so she couldn't.
She heard the door downstairs crash open, and she slowly walked downstairs with her hands held up to see the police.
And then he was right back where he started; standing in front of the white house, the little grey car pulling up, and Katy's parents going in.
So having no desire to see the same things again, he got out of her head, waking her up afterwards, then compelling her before she could respond.
"You will never dream that again, you will remember it how you already know it, but you will never dream it again. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
"Good. Now you will not remember me compelling you and think you went to sleep and after the nightmare it stopped and you dreamt something nice. And you are going to fall asleep now until morning."
She barely nodded her head in response before she fell asleep, now peaceful and calm. Damon adjusted the covers around her, and stayed a few minutes to make sure she didn't have another nightmare.
As he quietly left her room, still drinking his bottle of whiskey, he decided he was being far too caring for his liking.