~~~~~*Here is chapter 4 folks sorry it took sooo long to get up, ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO L. JANE SMITH! except Prince she is a original lol ;D

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Chapter 4

As October came and went, Prince grew more mysterious and quiet. She and Bonnie had became lab partners in chemistry, but Bonnie still couldn't figure her out. Prince turned out to have very little book smarts, even the simplest of math and chemistry problems confused her. In English it was like she had never studied proper grammar before, or English period. She didn't speak often, and ignored a lot of people if they tried to talk to her. Bonnie got the impression that she wasn't doing it to be mean, 'maybe she doesn't have anything to say back' thought Bonnie. When she did speak, her English was understandable.

Soon enough the boys caught on and ran to her aid when the work in front of her made her frustrated. 'She was a dumb, hot red head,' Bonnie concluded. The boys loved her, she played and flirted. It made Bonnie sick, but then a thought popped into her head 'Prince and Damon would make the perfect vampire couple'.

Bonnie knew why Prince was getting friendly with the boys. Their blood. To her surprise she kept a safe distance from Matt. Prince ignored all of them as a matter of fact; especially Damon. A few times he came to the school to talk to Prince, but she acted like she didn't know him, it pissed him off.

Her eyes told him to stay away for his own good but he couldn't figure out what that meant. So many things about Prince has left him at a brick wall. Every other mystery he has been able to crack at some point, but Prince was just as distant and cold as he was. You would think it would be easy once your on their side of the water. Maybe I'm not after all. Damon thought.

"Maybe there is a big piece I'm missing here." Damon thought out loud to himself.

He sat in a tall tree under the bright light of the moon. His favorite tree in all of oldwood, it over looked the ghostly cemetery. Here he thought, thought deeply of what it was that he was missing. He felt as if it was right under him, on the tip of his tongue just waiting to be said. And once it was said, the light bulb would go off and all answers would recognized. If only if it were that easy. Damon thought back to that night at the ball. The story he told Stefan and the others was not the whole truth. He couldn't tell them, he didn't know why he couldn't. Guilt, shame, embarrassment? No, no. The reason for not telling the whole story of him and Prince was for his own and his alone. But the more he thought about it, the image of the tiny, wide eyed Prince came into his thoughts. He let himself be bathed in his memories.

She was smaller then any seven year old he had seen. Her eyes where so big they seemed to swallow her oval face, like now they were thickly covered in black lashes. Her deep auburn hair was shorter, curled for the occasion. She resembled Surly Temple, a doll in her green party dress that puffed from her waist to her ankles. Those light slate eyes told him something from the very beginning. She was hurt and miserable, when he saw her for the first time across the ball room, as she shyly shook the hands of the important adults, he thought to himself 'how can something so young and innocent be raised to be a extreme killer'. As the party went on he watched Prince closely curious to understand the young mind of a Huntora. Soon, he realized that for her age, she was well beyond her years. Finally, he felt a tug at his sleeve. He looked down to see Prince's large blue-grey eyes looking up at him.

"Why have you been stalking me, Mr. Salvatore?" She spoke in perfect Italian, her voice at this age matched the painting.

"May I ask how you know my name?" he simply asked.

"I know a lot of things." Prince said with a seriousness that sent a chill through him.

"Fair enough."

Prince smiled wickedly.

"Answer my question, Mr. Salvatore," Prince demanded in the same tone.

"I was not 'stalking' Miss Huntora, simply looking."

"Don't mock me," Prince scolded. "I can rip out your heart in two seconds, It would be wise to remain on my good side," Prince said with a since of mercy.

"I apologize," Damon bowed in respect.

"Better," Prince smiled in approval. "Now if you'll please excuse me," Prince left him.

Damon had to say he was impressed with her maturity. For the next hour they shared occasional glances at one another. He saw something in those eyes that told him to stay away, a big grey warning. But as stubborn as he was, he ignored it. When Natalie asked him dance with her-a turn of the tables- he complied and went along.

He knew it was a death wish being so close to a Huntora but the atmosphere of the classy party had him drunk with cockiness. Before he knew it he was weakened by quick maneuvers and wood, he had seriously underestimated their power. Natalie wasn't too much older than his human, and her brothers weren't too far behind her. Then, just as they were about to finish him off, a voice came from the top of the stairs of the basement.

"Leave him be," it was Prince as a innocent child.

This part of his memory he had already told to his brother and remembered clearly; it's when she trapped in that closet that everything got fuzzy.

"Think Damon, think- it's in there, you just have to find it," Damon said aloud to himself.

He closed his eyes again and soared through his conscious. A thick cloud of fog spoke to him. No it was- something!. The more he pushed and strained he could make out words coming out of the cloud. The voices sounded like they were coming from under water, more like, he was the one under and they were above. After analyzing, he could make out that there was two different voices. One stood out from the rest. It was Temperance's childhood voice.

"It's wrong father! I am just as evil as they are!" she yelled.

"You are not! You are a Huntora, pure and noble by birth!"

"Am I? I'm am half of what he is, we all are! Why do we get to live in pleasure and wealth while we hunt them down like dogs? They are the pure ones!" She defended.

"We do this as God's will! They are vermin!" the voice shouted at Prince.

"God? We don't deserve a place in his kingdom after what we have done. You especially, in all your years you have driven stakes through hearts of vampires as well as the innocent! I will tolerate your hate no longer, why can't we just live in peace with one another? We after all, one of them."

"How can you say that?"

"Answer me father, do we not drink human blood? The elixir of the immortals. Do we not indulge in it every night from the people of this city-" as she rambled the man cut her off.

"YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER AND SHALL DO AS I SAY! KILL THAT VAMPIRE!"

"No . . ." Prince said simply.

The memory slipped like a stretched rubber band, he didn't have the strength to hold it any longer. He came back to the snowy forest, panting and fatigued. He leaned against the tree and his head pounded heavily. The sudden smell of water orchids wafted into his nostrils. As he inhaled the beautiful smell, he grinned and jumped down from the tree blocking Temperance' s path.

"Hello there," Damon flirted.

Prince grimmest at him hatefully and walked past him.

"Hey!" Damon blocked her path again. "That was rude."

"Get out of my way Damon," Prince snapped.

"For someone who just fed, you're pretty cranky," Damon joked.

"How did you-"

"I can smell him all over you," Damon leaned in for a whiff. "And yeah got a little," Damon rubbed the edge of his mouth demonstrating.

Prince scoffed and ran off around him.

"Wait!"

She ran into the cemetery with no hesitation, and he ran after her. Soon after chasing her, Damon lost sight of her when he could no longer sense her presence or smell her scent in the air, he was dumbfounded. How could he lose her, a lousy half-blood. He continued to search blindly around the cemetery until night fall. He came up empty handed in the end. He then went hunting, hopped that the feeling of the hunt would take his mind off of her. His thoughts have been filled with grey-blue eyes and red hair for to long. He never thought so much about a girl in centuries.

Thanksgiving past and Prince spent it staring in the windows of happy families, her heart aching for her own. She knew it would never happen, it was to late for forgiveness from them. They pasted around the rolls and the kids fought over the last piece and then grandma came in with more, grinning ear to ear. She could smell the turkey from the open window. They where happy and thankful, Prince wished she could be to. As she watched this peaceful scene, it brought her back to earlier that evening.

Despite her best intentions Elena had got Prince to come over her house for some girl time. When she arrived she was shocked to find her and Elena alone.

"What no Stefan or Damon?" Prince mocked.

"Nope just you and me," Elena smiled.

Soon they began to prep for thanksgiving dinner. Quietly they cooked and prepped for almost an hour. Elena tried to talk to her repeatedly but Prince ignored her as if she were alone. As Prince was chopping carrots she heard a familiar voice.

"Hellllooo, Ell-layne-NA," Damon said charmingly entering the kitchen

Chop!

Prince's anger took her mind off her moving hand and knife, in the process she sliced her pointer finger.

She hissed sharply but shoot still, Elena looked.

"Oh my God! Prince!" She reached for her finger.

"Don't!" Prince snapped.

"Mmmm, that's a familiar delicate smell," Damon mused as he exhaled.

"Ah, here Prince," Elena handed her a towel. "You're getting blood on my Aunt's floor!"

Prince took the towel and wrapped her finger.

"I'm fine it'll heal in a minute," Prince mumbled.

"You heal!" Elena blabbed.

Prince stared at her with a 'seriously' look.

"You are a really special Elena, truly what does Stefan do with you?" Prince said with no emotion.

Elena's jaw dropped.

"Are calling me dumb?" Elena stepped up.

Prince had to admit she did have balls. . .for a blond.

"You really don't want to want to step up to me, Gilbert." Prince glared.

Elena faltered a little, her pretty face showing fear as she saw the potential in Prince's eyes. Elena seemed to shrink her gaze.

With his fangs extended, Damon moved from his spot in front of them, grabbing Prince by the throat as he slammed her short body against the fridge.

"Do NOT! Threaten Elena! EVER!" Damon put an emphasis on the last word by shaking her neck.

Elena's petty hollers see as no use. Damon kept his hand gripped tightly on Prince's throat, wincing as her nails dug into his hand, gasping for breath. Her feet kicked the fridge as they hovered a foot above the ground. Prince's kicking started to subside and she finally dropped her hands.

A laugh echoed in her head.

"We've found you, mia figlia."

Prince's mind snapped back into action and pushed Damon off of her with such force he went through the kitchen wall behind him. Wasting no time she flew out the back sliding door and didn't look back.

Before she hurt herself any more, she stuffed her hands inside her pockets and walked off down the snowy road of Virginia Beach, Virginia. It was snowing early this winter, Prince didn't mind. She walked past a Italian bakery, almost immediately, she got the thought of her father taking her to get ice cream as a child, but he never did. It would have been nice, she thought to herself. She picked up her feet and walked on. Where she was going she had no idea, but she couldn't stay in Fells church any longer. It was getting too dangerous for them. People die where ever she goes and it's all her fault. And Damon has no memory of it, Prince thought sadly. But it was a good thing that he didn't remember, she had made sure of it. If he were to remember they would hurt him or even worse. . She couldn't bring herself to think of the alternative. She cared about him too much. She hadn't stopped thinking about him since that night. He was the only one that didn't think of her as a monster. Maybe it was because he is a monster himself, or something else. As she walked on, she wished she could go back and apologize about how much of a bitch she had been. How cold and heartless she had been. She had to for their sakes, if they stayed away because they hated her personality, then they were less likely to be hurt. She thought Elena was truly a good person and a good friend, and Matt was funny, and Stefan was such a gentlemen. Damon was stubborn but mysterious. She wanted to crumble those walls of his mind and hold what ever lay behind them no matter how dangerous or fragile. She saw a light in those dark onyx eyes that no one else seemed to see. Its like it only shines for her. That's ridiculous! she yelled at herself Damon isn't anything to you and never will he is just a memory. That all it was. She wished she could just tell him everything, make him remember. But who knows how he will react, how his brother would react and everyone else. It was a tempting thought but it was way dangerous. Lost in her own thoughts she couldn't see the car coming at her. The head lights stuck her suddenly then the pain as she hit the windshield, over the hood and onto the cold assault.

She panted in pain as she rose up on her elbows and turned her head and was blinded by the headlights once more. The car was no facing her, the doors opened and four people walked out in front of the car. At first she could make out who they where, her eyes strained to see past the blood streaming down over them. The person in the middle stepped into the light perfectly, shadows played on his oval face and bright slate eyes. He smiled devilishly. He spoke in fluent Italian.

"Hello, daughter."

TO BE CONTINUED_