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"Are you Isabella Swan?"

She stood there, staring at me as if I was the devil or something. I could only nod at her and I could see the laughter in her eyes. She knew she was hot and she knew I was jealous.

She was tall with fiery red hair and sea green eyes that made you want to get lost in them for days. She was dressed in a business suite looking all professional while I was in sweats and one of Damon's sweaters. On days when I had nothing to do and just wanted to relax in the cottage, I would slip into his sweater and sleep the day away.

I asked her to come in, but she had declined stating she wouldn't be long. She was like a freaking supermodel with her perfect hour glass figure. I was instantly jealous of this beautiful lady in front of me and wondered if her and Damon slept together. I wanted to know how she knew Damon and knew where he was. I wanted to know if he was coming home or if she was here to break the news to me that he was either never coming back or he was dead.

I wondered if she knew who I was, well of course she knew who I was. She called me by my name. If she was here on business or pleasure. There was just too much to think about, but the things going through my mind was far from the actual truth. She was a lawyer, of course she was, and she was doing this personally for her high paying client.

"On behalf of Damon Salvatore," his name was a shock to me since I hadn't heard it in a while " I have something for you. This packet shall explain everything in greater detail but basically you are now his beneficiary. If he shall die, you gain all he owns and his shares in the companies he is invested in. He states the child is his sole heir and upon birth, trust will be set up in the child's name. The packet will go into greater detail, but I am here to make sure it gets to your hands and no one else. Also, this is, " she pulled out a package the size of a shoebox from the large oversized pure she was carrying "is for you. Good day Miss Swan."

She left without another word and I was left looking lost. Her car was well out of sight when I snapped out of my daydream and went back inside. Sleep was completely forgotten as I sat in the loveseat in the living room and stared down at the contents on my lap. A folder as thick as a book and the shoebox all neatly wrapped. The bow on top made me believe it was a present of some sort, I didn't know if I should open it or not.

I picked up the phone and called the one number I didn't think I'd ever use.

"Hello?" Her voice was sickeningly sweet, did she know it was me?

"I... I need to speak to you." I stuttered not really knowing what to say. "I think you're the only person who could help me out right now."

"Is this about Damon?" She asked, and I nodded. I realized she couldn't see me nod so I said yes. "I'll be over in a few minutes I'm finishing lunch." She hung up and I cringed as the thought of the poor soul she was feeding from.

I hung up the phone and looked down at my lap trying to decide if I should open it or not.

#*#*

And that was how Katherine found me. She opened the front door and stared at me until I looked up and saw her tapping her foot impatiently. Her arms were crossed, and her face had a scowl on it, she didn't look too pleased to see me. She looked so much like Elena it was hard for me to dislike her even if she was evil. Although she was much prettier in a sort of way and I couldn't figure out why Elena didn't want to look like that all the time.

Her brunette hair was in soft curls down her back to her waist and her brown eyes were surrounded by an artfully made Smokey-eye with a generous amount of dark green eyeliner that made the specks of green in her eyes stand out more. Her lips were a dark red and I didn't know if she was wearing lipstick or if her lips were just stained from the blood she had been drinking. She was dressed in a leather mini skirt and a matching leather vest. She didn't have on a shirt or bra underneath the vest and it didn't cover much, leaving nothing to the imagination. But it looked good on her hour glass figure and I wondered if Katherine could pull it off, could Elena? She had thigh high leather boots, maybe 3 or 4 inches high and diamonds on the toes. Her nails were painted black to match the outfit and I didn't doubt her toes would be the same.

She had on small stud earrings with a dangling diamond necklace to match. She had on a single engagement ring that was decked out in all shaped diamonds with a matching bracelet. This girl did love to be flashy, I could start to see why Elena didn't want to dress like her.

"Are you going to stare at me all day or invite me in?" She asked, and I gave her permission. With the speed of light, she was sitting on the sofa across from me. "So why did you call me?" I'm surprised she didn't kill me, it was something that crossed my mind often.

"I got some news today and I'm not sure how to go about it." I looked inter her dark green eyes and knew she was curious.

"So, you call me? Why not one of your friends?" She took the folder I held out to her. It was the same question I asked myself and I still couldn't come up with a good enough reason.

"A lawyer came to see me, well I think she was a lawyer, and said I was now Damon's beneficiary, what does that even mean? She says if he dies I'll own everything he owns now, what is he thinking? And then the baby..." I knew I was rambling thoughts off and I would have kept on if she didn't cut me off.

Her head snapped up to look at me and all I saw was surprise in her eyes. There was a hint of anger as well, but I don't think she knew who she was angry at. Or even what she was angry at. She looked at my belly and stood still, a smile forming on her lips and I assumed she was listening to the baby's heartbeat.

"You have been given a precious gift and I don't think for a second Damon is mad or hates you. I think he is so shocked that he doesn't know what to do. You see, Damon has always wanted kids. We talked about having them before he knew I was a vampire. He wanted the whole thing and I think over the years he was angry because he knew he was never to get the one thing he always wanted. He's afraid this baby is really his because he knows there is no way it can be, but he hopes."

I nodded and silently rubbed my belly as she continued to look over the papers.

She read the folder in a minute flat. She sighed then put it all back into the folder. She looked at me for a minute or two then glanced at the prettiest wrapped gift I had ever seen. She looked at my growing stomach and I saw envy in her eyes before she could mask those feelings.

"Sit down with a lawyer when you decide to read what's in the envelope. I think right now your overwhelmed and trying to understand all that will make you want to pull your hair out. Even I wanted to scream in frustration and I'm smart, well smarter than you. It's all mostly names and numbers with an occasional paragraph describing each company. It describes what will happen, and how it will happen, if Damon should ever die."

"What..."

"I know why you called me, you want me to help you figure out Damon." I nodded. "Damon was lovable and sweet and charming when I first knew him. He was easy to love, and he loved me unconditionally, he was easy to persuade to do what I wanted. I knew dragging him along when my heart really belonged to Stephan was wrong but I'm selfish. I thought I could have them both and soon after I was gone I saw that Damon wouldn't share me." She paced in front of my fireplace.

"So, what happened?"

"When I died I had to make him think I was still dead. He didn't want this life without me in it and I knew it was wrong to not care, especially when my heart was broken by Stephan. When I learned they died trying to free me, I went to find them, to be with them. But when I found them, Stephan said he didn't care that I was dead because I was a monster and I made him one too. He killed his father in a rage which started his ripper life. He loathed me, and I couldn't take it, so I left and watched them in the shadows, watched them through the eyes of my friends."

"So, Stephan broke your heart and the one that wanted you, you didn't want back? Damon fought for you, loved you, he would have died for you and still you didn't care?"

"I cared, I cared a lot, more than I thought I did but there is a time in everyone's life when you have to just say enough is enough. I didn't want to hurt him anymore, I had already hurt him so much." A tear slid down her cheek. "I wanted him to be free, to love again. I sent word after a while to help him, but I couldn't let him know it was me. But it was too late, it was all too late. He knew I was still alive. He knew about Elena. He knew about...everything and he hated me."

"So, you lost them both? Just when you were ready to love the wrong brother." She nodded, and I understood so much.

"I showed up and it was like I didn't exists. I was broken again but I didn't let them know because I was on a mission, I'm sure you remember the moonstone incident." I nodded "Damon's problem now is while he knows you care deeply for him, part of him thinks you slept with Matt. He thinks you chose Matt over him and he can't stand it, so instead of hurting in front of everyone he's run off to do it in private."

"What's with this?" I held up the envelope.

"He wants you to know that he doesn't believe what his head is telling him. That even though he has doubts about the child, he knows you don't so he wants to make you feel safe even if he never comes back. I'm assuming he wants to make you feel guilty, so he can sooth his guilt about loving a fickle human."

"I'm not fickle." I argued, "I wasn't the one who left Edward or Jake, they left me...Do you really think he loves me?"

"Yes well, there are two sides to every story." She sat down again. "He thinks he'll be the good guy for once and protect you even though right at this moment, he's probably being very, very bad." She laughed, and I felt sick of the image she put in my mind. "Are you going to open the present?" She asked looking at it. I looked at it and shrugged my shoulders, I didn't know if I could bring myself to open it.

"I'm not sure."

"Well it doesn't smell like death so it's safe to open. Now if we're done here..." I nodded, and she left.

I put the package on my chair and got up to make some dinner. I had been starring at it for almost an hour now and I needed to do something to keep my mind off it. I really wanted to open it, but I didn't know if it was going to be a good thing or a bad thing.

So, I cooked dinner.

I cleaned the already clean house.

I took a nice hot shower.

I finished some homework.

I read a book.

I sat on my bed all night and thought about the stupid pretty box.