Chapter 6

Won't Remember

About a week had gone by since the whole 'meeting' with Jason; a week since I had kissed Damon. I still wasn't sure what to make of the whole thing to be honest. I'd tried texting Damon, calling him once even, but I got no reply. I was afraid that maybe I'd made him mad somehow, though I doubted it with the way that he was. Either that or something had happened in general. Maybe Caroline.

To make matters worse, Stefan and Elena told me not to go near him, that he was dangerous. I had no clue why though. I mean, he was perfectly pleasant any time that I'd be with him. Yes, he was sarcastic and rude from time to time, blunt even, but he wasn't that bad. Everyone had their off days and he was no exception in that category. What I did know though was that he could be exceptionally kind at times. At the party had been one of them, staying and talking with me for a couple hours, even if it was to get away from Caroline. Not to mention the whole thing with Jason. He'd been rather understanding about the whole thing. Even the first night I had met him, I'd gotten off to a bad start because of the bartender, but he cheered me up and then drove me back to the house. So, how could someone like that be bad?

"He can't be that bad," I told myself, looking down at my phone, before tying my shoe up.

I was debating on whether to call him or not.

"He's probably just busy is all," I assured myself. "Yeah, that's it."

If I kept telling myself these things, then eventually I'd believe it. It just seemed odd to me that I hadn't heard back from him yet. He always seemed to jump at the opportunity to come and talk to me, even if it was just to sit around and do practically nothing. What can I say? The guy seemed to give me a piece of mind. Especially, after everything with Jason. I knew that I was safe with Damon and that's why I disregarded Elena and Stefan's words. It something happened, then it'd be on me, but I wasn't will to except that there was something seriously wrong with Damon as an individual. Besides, anyone can be dangerous if put in the right situation, even me.

"At least he treats me decent."

With that, I closed the house up, moving out and grabbing my bike. It was a nice day out and I was going to take advantage of it. Heck, I'd probably be out for most of the day, going over trails and stuff. It was a lot easier now that the animal had been caught. There'd been no more attacks since then, making it safer on everyone here.

"Maybe I'll check on the guys down at the school. Have 'em soak me down or something," I laughed, kicking off and heading down the street.

I had my headphones on as I went, blocking out the sounds around me as I rode down the street, standing up on the bike every now and then to get more momentum. I could feel the blood pumping through me.

T

I let out a breath as I glided around a corner, a smile on my face. My hair trailed behind me in the wind, splashing all over the place, the bottom of my shirt fluttering up a bit. That's when I heard it, a voice.

Kali…

I nearly jumped, tearing my headphones from my head. There was no one around that could have actually said it.

Kali…

"Damon?" I whispered, brows furrowing together.

Unfortunately for me, I wasn't paying attention, the sound of the horn from an oncoming car alerting me to danger. It was because of this that I yanked myself out of the way, ending up with me hitting the curb wrong and flying off of my bike onto the grass.

"Damn it!" I hissed, laying there for a moment in pain.

…Kali…

"Damn that hurt," I groaned, pushing myself off of the ground, my arms and legs scrapped. "Moron!" I yelled, shaking my fist at the person as they continued to drive. "Idiot," I muttered, feeling my legs shake.

I was so sore now.

"Wait…my phone!" I cried, patting down my pockets, but to no avail. "Where is it?"

I started looking around on the ground, searching the grass.

"Come on, where are you...?" I asked.

"All the things she said, all the things she said."

I let out a sigh of relief as my phone started going off, unknowingly guiding me to it.

"Come on, keep ringing?" I begged.

"Runnin' through my head, runnin' through my head."

I'm so glad that I changed my ring tone to something more noticeable. The chorus ran through the second time, before continuing.

"This is not enough!"

"Got ya!" I cried, pulling it out from under a car, a triumphant smile upon my face.

It was then that I saw you was calling, quickly flipping it open.

"Damon?" I asked.

"Hey, Kali…" he groaned, his voice sounding raw.

"You sound terrible."

"Nice to hear you too…" he said sarcastically.

"Sorry," I said nervously, rubbing the back of my neck. "Where have you been anyway? I thought that maybe something had happened to you," I replied, carefully sitting down in the grass, resting for a moment so that I wouldn't shake so much.

"I need you to come over to the house," he said simply.

"Why?"

"Just do it," he told me. "Please?" he begged, voice weak.

"Y-yeah, alright," I nodded, moving to pick my bike up. "Just to worry you though, I had an idiot run me off the road while on my bike, so I'm a bit sore," I told him, feeling my knees shake.

"I'll take care of that when you get here," he assured me.

"Huh? How are you going to take care of it?" I asked curiously.

"Just worry about it…j-just get here?" he pleaded.

"Don't worry, I'm only my way right now Damon," I promised, sympathizing with him.

He sounded terribly sick at the moment and I felt the need to help him if possible. That's what motivated me to mount my bike, pushing myself forward and through the pain.

T

Damon smirked as he sat in the living room, a cough emitting from his lips, along with a groan. She was on her way and she had no clue as to his true intensions. He just hated the fact that he'd have to use her for a drink at the moment though, but it couldn't be helped. The only thing that he could do was compel her to forget afterward. That is, as long as she didn't have her necklace on. Otherwise, he might just have to kill her.

"If I was able to get to her earlier…" he coughed. "I doubt she'll have it on," he spoke aloud, leaning his head back against the wall tiredly.

He swore though, he'd get Stefan back for this if it was the last thing he did, pain still raging through his system. He needed a drink before he grew even weaker.

T

I could see the Salvatore house in my sights now, slowly riding up to it on shaky legs. The house was huge, though not as large as Lockwood Manor. It still had a presence about it though, like a lingering of something ancient set in its walls. Unfortunately for me, I felt worse now that I'd been riding up here, not taking the time for a breather. Although, something had told me that Damon needed my help. Walking would have only slowed me down. My thoughts then went to the desperation that had been in Damon's voice, a tinge a pain going through me.

"Damon?" I called, knocking on the front door.

I stood there for a moment, looking around, listening for any sign or sound of him. It was dark in there.

"It's…unlocked," I heard him call out, voice weak and rasping; he sounded dead almost.

At his permission, I placed my bike down in the grass, wheels spinning slightly. I slowly entered the house, the sound of my footsteps echoing against the cool wood panels.

"Damon?" I called out, hand running lightly against the wall.

"In…here…" he rasped, voice coming from the parlor.

I felt my eyes go wide as I entered, my breath catching in my throat. He was slumped against a wall in the shade, face deathly pale. Quickly, I made my way over to him, falling to my knees beside him.

"My God…" I breathed, placing my hand on his cheek, his eyes closing in pain. "What happened to you?" I asked, checking him over, finding a few bits of what looked to be burnt skin.

"You don't want to know…" he told me, leaning forward into my touch.

Carefully, I pulled him up, moving his arm so that it was over my shoulders. He was a little bit heavy, but I'd deal with it.

"Come on, let's get you on the couch," I said, moving him over to the couch with a bit of effort.

It was worse because he felt like dead weight at the moment, dragging around a sack of bricks. He let out a grunt when I laid him down on the couch, his body bouncing slightly as it met the sofa. I then ran a hand over his face, the color of his skin far paler than normal with a bit of red on one side of his face. It was like he was sweating, but he was freezing. It didn't make any sense.

"You're freezing," I breathed, brows furrowing together in worry. "I'm gonna get a warm cloth or something," I told him, moving away to get one, when all of a sudden he snatches my wrist.

"No!" he hissed, holding on tightly causing me to flinch. "N-no, don't," he said softly this time, correcting himself.

"But," I started, only to be stopped as he tugged me down on top of him, my face going red. "D-Damon," I said in protest, pushing off.

He only took hold of me further, staring me in the eyes.

"I'm sorry for this," he whispered, pulling me into a kiss, my eyes closing in response.

"Damon, what are you…" I moaned softly as he trailed a hand down my back, running a small circle against the skin of my back, soothing me.

His nose then pressed to my neck, nuzzling it affectionately, his lips pressing against my pulse.

"You smell…so…good," he murmured, pulling me closer until I was pressed flush against him, eyes closed in blissful peace.

"Damon?" I whispered.

"Shh… it'll be over soon," he promised.

"Wh-" I started, but was cut off as a scream erupted from my lips, eyes widening in white hot pain as he bit right into my neck.

I tried to struggle, but it only made it worse as tears spilled from my eyes, his arms holding me tightly and keeping me still. He also twisted his legs around mine, keeping me from kicking out and hurting either of us. I couldn't help, but to struggle, my fight or flight instincts kicking in somewhat violently as he held me in his grasp.

"Ah…!" I choked out a sob, the feeling of warm liquid against my neck.

Then, everything stopped. He'd pulled himself free of my neck, a bit of blood rolling down his chin. His eyes were now black, veiny, fangs poking out his mouth. Surprisingly though, that didn't scare me.

"Damon…why?" I whispered, feeling even weaker, all of the adrenaline I'd had from earlier fading away.

Was he going to kill me? Was I going to die? I had no clue what was happening, only the pain in my body.

"Thank you," he whispered in my ear, cradling my head against his chest as he sat up, biting down on his wrist.

I could hear the sound of skin tearing, the sight of blood filling my eyes, his wrist coming to my lips.

"Drink," he ordered, pressing it against my lips until finally, I opened my mouth.

I nearly choked as I felt it enter my mouth, the warm metallic taste coating my taste buds and rolling down my throat, blood staining my lips. I'd never experienced anything like it, but for some reason I found myself wanting more, a strange reaction occurring in my body. It was like all the pain was slowly starting to numb, my limbs tingling.

"Good girl," he cooed, leaning his head back on the arm rest as he continued to somewhat force blood into my mouth.

After a few more moments though, he finally pulled his wrist back, my head spinning at this point. It was almost like some sort of strange high or something. I could barely stay focused on anything as he pressed his lips to mine once more in a gentle kiss, the taste of our blood mingling together with one another.

"I knew I could count on you," he told me, stroking my cheek lovingly, thumb trailing my jaw bone. "So good to me," he whispered.

T

He knew he had hurt her, used her, but there was nothing he could do about it. She'd come to him as asked and here she was, laying on the couch, blood rolling down her neck from the bite he'd inflicted upon her. He couldn't resist touching her cheek though, watching as she laid there, her mind fuzzy. He'd drained her of blood, yes, but nowhere near the amount he would have normally drained from a single body. She was very much alive, the bike accident and the bite just mixing into one exhausting trial.

"Damon," she whispered.

He smiled down at her, holding her close to him. There was still time to be had, time before the sun set. In fact, he could always drink more from her while waiting on Stefan. He shook his head though. The sun was setting, so within a short bit, he would be gone. Damon would be gone, wrecking havoc in the town due to Stefan's unforgiving mistake of treachery.

"You're no longer trying to struggle," he mused, a small grin forming on his tired face.

He was still weak, but not nearly as weak as before. He found it amusing though that she still laid there with him, head leaned back against him. Was it possible that she still trusted him? After all that he'd just done to her, she didn't making a single sound or protest, save for his name.

"You know, it's a shame that you won't remember this later," he said, trailing his hand lightly over her neck.

It was still bleeding, but not as bad as he leaned down, licking lightly at the ruby liquor. He heard the sound of her breath catching in her throat, a faint groan as she lolled her head to the side giving him more room. She was still so trusting or perhaps it was the idea of him ending her when he was done that led her to give in. Either way, Damon didn't care how it came about, merely enjoying the time that he had with her.

"Why…won't I remember?" she whispered, eyes closed as he licked lightly at her wound, kissing it with his lips.

"Because I can't let you leave here knowing the truth," he told her, kissing the side of her head. "This isn't a job that I'm willing to let Stefan take care of."

Then, just as the low setting sun became clouded in the sky, he turned to her. His eyes connected with hers, forehead pressing to her own.

"You won't remember anything that's happened here this evening," he told her, his thumb tracing the wet underlining of her eye. "All you will remember is that I called you and told you to come here," he said. "I was sick and you took care of me. Now, I'm better," he grinned. "And the bike accident left you unscathed, merely staining your clothes."

"Yes, Damon," she murmured.

"And next time, wear a helmet."

"I'll wear a helmet next time," she agreed.

"Good," he smiled. "Now, sleep," he whispered in her ear, feeling her body relax against him the rest of the way, her muscles slowly giving up the fight. "Good girl."

With that, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, sitting up and moving off of the couch.

Within the next ten minutes, she was cleaned up for the most part, only leaving a small trail of blood. It would be enough for Stefan to gather a partial truth. Yes, he'd let him know that he drank from her, send him over the edge fighting. He only hoped that in his weakened state that his spell would hold, that she would continue to forget the happenings of this night. Besides, after all of this, he figured it'd be best to have her around for a while. He'd finally have someone on his side, even if they were somewhat blind to the truth.

T

Stefan was frantic as he pushed open the doors, pushing his way inside the boarding house. His eyes shifted around the hall, wary as he stepped forward. No Damon.

He was terrified when he entered the living room, blood on the floor, Kali on the couch. He could see the remnants of blood on her neck, a faint wound peaking through. She was still breathing though.

"Zach!" he gasped, quickly making his way down to the basement.

He bit back a cry as he fell to his knees, hesitantly reaching out and touching the man's shoulder. He didn't move, his body cold and lifeless. Stefan could feel himself shake as he pulled his nephew into his arms, holding him close. He couldn't believe that Damon had actually killed him, clearly snapping his neck without a second thought. The only thing that he was thankful for was that Zach didn't suffer. Damon had spared him that at least, a small gift of mercy instead of choking him to death or tearing out his heart. That was something that he'd seen Damon do on at least one occasion.

"Zach," Stefan whispered, brushing the hair from the man's forehead.

Unfortunately, Stefan knew that he couldn't dwell on it for too long, his anger welling up inside. He barely registered the fact that he was standing up, making his way back upstairs and into the living room. He walked breathlessly over to Kali's unconscious form. He was shocked though when he looked her over. No bruises or scratches, no broken bones. It was almost as though Damon had taken care in drinking from her, actually being gentle with her for the most part. This in itself put him at odds with his feelings, tracing a hand over her neck, his eyes darkening making him turn his head away. It was healing, but there was still blood, the urge to drink gnawing away at him. He wouldn't let Damon drink from her, only to let himself do the same. She had survived this long. She'd survive at least one final night. At least, if her life were to fade, then it'd be at Damon's own monstrous hands. It would not be by Stefan's.

"I'm sorry for this Kali, but it must be done," he whispered, brushing her bangs from her forehead gently.

He knew that she'd grown attached to Damon in a way, but he couldn't let it go on. Damon would eventually lash out and hurt her, kill her perhaps as he had done Zach. Although, if he were to lash out at Kali by mistake, Stefan feared that it wouldn't be as merciful as what he happened with Zach. Kali would be screaming, wreathing in pain. Stefan couldn't let it happen and now Damon was a danger to all, sealing his own fate.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, turning toward the door, stake in hand.

He'd end Damon once and for all, just as he should have years ago. As he reached for the door though, he could only hope that he wasn't too late. He'd drunk from Kali, giving him strength to run, but he wasn't sure how much stronger he truly was at the moment. If he managed to reclaim his full strength, then there'd be nothing Stefan could do, he'd be at an impasse. Those were his thoughts as he opened the door, his mouth going slack, eyes slightly worried.

"Stefan."

"Elena."

"What are you?" she asked, fear riddling her voice. "What are you?" she asked again, more forcefully when he didn't answer.

He stood there, staring at her, trying to think of what to say. He was at a loss for words. He was in the situation that he'd hoped to avoid.

"And where is Kali?" she choked out, apparently taking notice to the bike sitting there on the lawn.

Stefan bit his lip, before swallow, finally letting out a breath.

"You know," he said softly, a faint hint of defeat in his voice as he nodded his head a fraction.

"No, I don't," she told him, not wanting to believe it.

"Yes, you do, or you wouldn't be here," he told her, eyes never wavering.

"It's not possible," she said, shaking her head. "It can't be."

Hesitantly, he set the stake in his hand down on the ledge of the down, the wood of it clicking lightly. He watched as Elena took a step back, eyeing him, scared. He took a step forward.

"Everything you know…and every belief that you have is about to change," he told her, being as gentle with it as he could. "Are you ready for that?" he asked.

"What are you?" she asked once more, the tone in her voice demanding.

That was her last chance to turn back and she didn't do it, Stefan licking his lip. Finally, he spoke, clearing the fog from the truth.

"I'm a vampire," he breathed, standing there, letting the reality of it all sink in for her.

Now, there was definitely no going back.

Okay everyone, that was chapter 6. I really hope that everyone liked it. I'm sure you can follow where we're at now in the storyline? At this point though, I kind of feel bad for Damon, having to make Kali forget everything. Granted, some of it's probably for the best, but she wasn't scared of him. That must have been hard on him.

Anyway, let me know what you think. REVIEW AND MESSAGE! Please answer these questions?:

1)What was your favorite part of the chapter?

2) What did you think about how Damon treated her when he bite her?

3) How long do you think his little compulsion attempt will last?

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