****HEYYY guys soo sorry I took so long with this one. I promise to get chapter 8 and 9 up sooner, I am in the process of writing them, (with permission) I used my Beta's RP Jamie from her Cape fandom. So I guess you can say this chapter is kinda like a cross over. I DO NOT OWN ANY SMITH HER BRILLIANT WORK IS FOREVER HERS!*********

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Chapter 7

Prince shut the door and leaned against it. She took in a shaky breath, trying not to cry again. When she had gathered herself, she made her way down the stairs and out the door. She knew she was going regret walking away from him.

The sound of the door slamming behind her echoed in his brain. The tears came down silently, his chest beginning to throb. Power escaped him uncontrollably, soon making the wind-gusted snow come down like little needles. The window cracked at the sudden drop in temperature.

She had broken his heart.

He could feel it. Something he never thought he could feel again. It told him he did have a heart after all, but that wasn't the big picture. It wasn't the reason it hurt so much, in fact he didn't really know why. Or at least he couldn't understand it. Prince was only in his life for a few months, why did it hurt so much to see her walk away; why did it hurt to hear her say that she didn't want to live anymore? He loved her yes, he had already realized that. Why? That one word had been circling his thoughts ever since he saw her face for the first time in ten years. It made no sense for him to love her. Did it? Love hadn't come his way in centuries. He was at a loss, it was a scary feeling not knowing where you stood. His mind strained to solve all these haunting questions, but his heart just told him to understand. That the answer to all his questions was already inside him; all he had to do was find them. Remember them. All he had to do was remember…

As the night turned into early morning, Prince paced the frozen cemetery. The feel of fresh blood and pain killers ran through her limbs. She could feel the dropping temperatures rip through her skin tight jeans and open coat that was as red as crimson. But it didn't bother her, nor did any type of weather. The weather had been dropping rapidly; Prince couldn't say she didn't have a part in that. Her bare finger tips brushed the snow off tomb stones as she passed. She hoped the cold would numb her thoughts, since sleep wasn't an option. Since sleep lately hadn't been a option she hoped the chilling snow would numb her thoughts. The pain killers, of all varieties, made her comfortably numb but did nothing to chase away the nightmares that haunted her. Every night, they crept up on her like a slithering snake. Poisoning every happy thought it touched. Playing horrible scenes of blood and pain. The images of endless black eyes that no longer held any gleam of life. Or even the bodies of Stefan and Elena, lifelessly scattered about. Soon after that, crows would come; almost watching Stefan and Elena with their necks broken, hanging from nooses in the trees. The skies would fill with dark laughter, mocking her. Every night grew more intense. Scenes of how Elena, Stefan, Meredith, Bonnie and Matt would be tortured. Damon took the biggest hits of all. The true death. Just as Fortunato had promised…regret then pooled into her belly, her eyes beginning to burn.

She lied to him. She had told Damon such a lie to push him away. He is stubborn, I had to. She tried to convince herself. She panicked in the moment that he said the 'L' word. She never anticipated those words to fall out of his mouth. The regret was boiling in her stomach, turning it in knots. Did Damon really believe that she would give up that easily? Did he believe those angry words that she spat at him? Did Elena? Did Bonnie? Their survival depended on it. It was for their own good. She wasn't going to be responsible for their deaths. Tears were now flowing down her face, leaving a stinging trail. Her conscience was yelling in her ears. You broke his heart, ripped it to pieces! How could you? You saw his face; he will never be the same again. Again and again they came at her. Cry! Go ahead. You had broken the mustang, then you killed it! Prince stumbled into head stone with a tall peaceful angle carved on top. Sobbing, she slid down the side and lied in the hard snow. Covered in cold, she cried violently, her sob's coming out in quick breaths. When her tears finally ran dry, she was allowed to close her iced lashes. In the back of her mind right before sleep had taken her, she wished the cold could take her instead.

Damon Salvatore sat in a bar in a small part of Norfolk called Gent. He sat there, his eyes black as night, were locked on the glass of Irish whiskey. It wasn't his particular favorite, that was why he ordered it. He didn't really feel like drinking, just needed to get away from his nagging younger brother.

It had been three days since Prince walked out his door. Two days of his worried brother arguing with him to approach her. Two days he had been refusing to do so. He had seen her in town and wandering around the old wood forest. Even looking up at him from the forest floor, as he sat perched as a crow high up in a tree, he could see her large blue-grey eyes were full of as much pain as his own. They were begging and hopeless…Damon finished his glass of whiskey off in one gulp, and slammed it down just as quickly. He grimaced at the strong sting that licked his throat all the way down. Making a hand gesture to the bar tender, it was refilled. And again he sat there, miserably with his hand motionless around the full crystal class. Just then, a petite woman sat in the bar stool next to him. Damon didn't bother to look at her. The powerful scent of her perfume alone gave him a good description of her. She would be wide eyed, hair framing a thick frame around her pixie like face. He could feel her thoughts and emotions beaming at him from her bright aura. Like everything else, he ignored it. The bar tender came around then.

'"Grand Marnier meat please," the girl requested shyly.

Damon snickered slightly.

"What a girl can't have a drink?"

"I never said that," Damon said flatly.

The girl took a sip of the drink the bartender served her before introducing herself cheerfully.

"I'm Jamie."

Damon hesitated, debating whether or not if he wanted to start a conversation with girl. Soon, the air around them grew thick and Jamie backed off. Good, thought Damon. It was then that she began to speak to him a calm, chiming voice.

"So why is a handsome man sitting at a bar sulking?"

"Excuse you?" Damon let himself look at her, his black eyes flashing. His description of her in his head had been correct.

Jamie didn't falter.

"It's just that I can tell, it's in your posture, and judging by your reaction, it's something you blame yourself for."

"I could be just drunk." Damon smirked into his glass before taking a gulp.

"Are you?" Jamie raised an eyebrow.

"You tell me." Damon mocked.

Jamie looked at his dark eyes, trying not focus too much on his perfect Italian features.

"Nope." She concluded, "You have a high tolerance for alcohol."

"What gave that away?" Damon stated sarcastically.

"Your medium height about five-eight, meaning you have a lot of blood in you."

"Oh, you have no idea." Damon said coldly.

Recovering from his dazzling grin, Jamie tried to speak,

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing that matters." Damon shook his head

Jamie took her time this time to observe his hidden expressions. She was curious about him. He gave off nothing that would give another people away. It was as if he had been doing this for a very long time.

"You're so hidden from everyone. You don't want anyone to know you care. It's not healthy, you know." Jamie spoke to Damon as if he was an old friend.

Damon began to laugh. Had he truly gone mad?

Jamie stared back at him, eyebrows raised, ready to call 911 if he was having a mental breakdown.

"You're good." Damon admitted. "Maybe a little too good."

"Have you gone crazy?" Jamie asked, concerned.

"Not quite. You're crazy to try to understand me." Damon pointed out to her.

"Why is that?"

"Because, once you finally do, you'll regret it." Damon shook his head and turned back to the bar.

"Hm, you may be right. I'm not trying to do anything. It's just something that comes to me naturally. Some people are just easier to read than others. But you on the other hand, it's like trying to decipher brail."

"I could have told you that." Damon mumbled into his glass.

"Let me see..." Jamie trailed off.

Damon rolled his eyes. Ugh, this girl was still trying to piss him of. Why did he even come here? Oh yeah, it was to get away from Stefan and Elena. Odd how Elena of all people was annoying him. She was annoying because she gave him updates on Prince. The pain in his chest grew hotter with every mention of her. Until it grew to be unbearable. He snapped at Elena soon after that. She had been telling him how distraught Prince had been, and yelled at other students, cursing in Italian.

"Prince seems to be getting no sleep." Elena had said in a concerned voice to Bonnie.

Damon heard every word.

Was he to blame for her sleepless nights? Or her distress? Damon shook his head. He

had been thinking about these thing too long, and still had no answers. But he couldn't face her. She had told him to stay away; he was only trying to be respectful.

"You're thinking about a girl, aren't you?" Jamie concluded.

Damon eyes shot to her. How could she?

"I'm right!" Jamie beamed, jumping back.

Damon stared, dumb founded. How could this human figure that out, with just a few words of communication, what he was thinking? Could she read minds? Otherwise it should be impossible to know what behind his walls. He was certain that he always had his shields up, blocking his emotions and smiles from ever arising. Was he faltering? Breaking from the inside out? Was it so easy now to read his miserable eyes? Had he let the one thing that has helped him to survive all these centuries, break away? Quickly, he gathered all of this thoughts and pushed them down into the dark corner of his thoughts.

"Now you've shut me out." Jamie sighed "Well sir, in my opinion I think you should go and see her; stop avoiding her."

Damon had had enough, he got up and started towards the door. It wasn't long before he heard Jamie behind him. It want until they had gotten to the door that he finally turned around and hissed,

"What do you want?"

Jamie returned his sinister glare with vengeance.

. .Just like Prince. . .Then suddenly a door swung open. A memory ripped through him.

The door led to a familiar place, a familiar scene. Something that has been hidden for ten long years. Images flooded his mind. He remembered.

Suddenly he took off toward his car with Jamie still chasing after him. But as they cleared the corner where his yellow Ferrari. Jamie gasped at the sight of it.

"That's your car!" Jamie enthused.

"Yup." Damon called back without too much expression in his voice as he bent down to get into the low sports car.

"Wait you're not going to do something stupid are you?" She rushed, running up to the passenger side window.

"You can say that."

Before Jamie could say anything more, Damon pulled out of the shoulder of the road and up the street. She never even asked him his name.

SOOOOO? PLEASE LEAVE ME A TASTY REVIEW. No flames please and keep Jamie in mind, there may be a complete Cape and Untitled final cross over.