Psychotic Girl ~XD Well…I'm sure I wouldn't have much of a story if Damon killed her XD You're right though, it seems most people die…O.o

IzabellaSanguine ~I'm glad you like Dana so far! I didn't want to give that away straight off because I wanted to reveal it a chapter or so later. Thanks for the review! =)

Katherine Sparrow ~Klaus is sexy. Very sexy. ESPECIALLY with him speaking Aramaic. That was…a…double dose of sexy? O.o XD Ahh…I love Klaus…

Original Hybrid ~ I'm sort of seeing what you're saying. I'm not meaning for her to come off as a Katherine wannabe, more of a character who enjoys the killing and just being a vampire in general, but also knows the difference between wrong and right (and other reasons which will be revealed in later chapters). It's nice to know you enjoy my writing style though and that I'm keeping the characters canon, it's fantastic to hear that. And thank you, thank you for your review.

Also, thank you to those who have reviewed/faved/and followed the story! I'm sorry for taking so long to update, I've just been so busy with school and other things that I haven't had much time to write.


Two years ago Dana would have shown no interest in a simple, teenage party. Of course, two years ago she wouldn't have considered this a way of getting into trouble. Now though, she knew if she were caught out late at night with a bunch of kids her age who were all drinking illegally she'd probably get in some sort of trouble.

But now she happily downed the alcohol some kid had handed to her, knowing it would have little effect. Dana switched between dancing and chatting to people she didn't know. Satisfaction ran through her veins at the small act of rebellion she never thought she'd be able to commit. It may have seemed like nothing to anyone else at this party, but this was possibly the most normal she'd felt in a while.

Although normal never did last very long, not for Dana anyway.

She was standing a few feet away from one of the bonfires that had been lit, shadows dancing across her face, when she saw it. It was just a slight flash out of the corner of her eyes, one she wouldn't have noticed if not for her enhanced vision.

"What the hell?" The question came out as a mutter. It was a party and she'd had alcohol, but not nearly enough to intoxicate her to the point of seeing things. Which meant that whatever she'd seen was actually real.

Dana edged away from the bonfire and towards the shadows of the woods where she'd seen the flash of a shadow. Leaves crunched beneath her feet in a way that annoyed her nearly as much as the drunken boy who accidentally bumped into her and nearly emptied her cup.

Giving the poor boy a slight shove away, she continued on into the woods while keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.

"'Ello love."

An unpleasant shiver ran down her spine at the sound of the accented voice she recognized from the other night. She straightened her back and squared her shoulders before spinning ninety degrees to face the very last person she would have expected to see. His dark eyes met Dana's gaze, fierce and every bit as arrogant as she predicted it would be.

"Oh," Dana replied in a bored tone, "It's you."

"You could at least pretend you're happy to see me." Kol replied as his eyes raked down her body to take in her current attire which consisted of jeans and an old t-shirt. If Dana were to throw in her opinion, she would have said he didn't look very impressed.

But she wasn't trying to impress him.

"I don't even know you." She retorted before tilting the red cup back to down the rest of the contents.

Kol watched her in a careful way as she tossed the cup to the side and folded her arms over her chest. "You look a bit bored."

"Boredom is a pretense." Dana hooked her thumbs in the pockets of her jeans, her head tilting to the side as she said, "And I'd gladly get back to the party, so if you'll excuse me." With that she turned on her heels to head back in the direction of the bonfire, knowing that if looks could kill she'd certainly be dead. Of course, if Kol wanted her dead he could do it right then, or else compel her to kill herself.


Kol watched Dana amble back in the direction of the party. It wasn't too soon before a boy approached and tapped her on the shoulder, asking if she wanted to dance. She took the boys hands without an ounce of hesitation.

His lip twitched at the sight of the boy putting his hands on her. Agitation and the urge to snap the human's neck ignited in the back of his mind. Nobody was allowed to lay a single finger on Kol's new toy, vampire or not.

A smirk curled his lips as an idea struck in his mind. The young vampire girl thought she could reject and so easily dismiss him like he was the lesser. Little did she know in doing so she was only causing herself more trouble. Trouble she probably couldn't even handle.

That was okay though, because in the morning she was going to wake up to quite the surprise.


Later that night Dana drove home a little past midnight. With a silence no ordinary teenager could manage she unlocked the front door and snuck upstairs to her bedroom without waking her grandmother. Just another perk of being a vampire she supposed.

She stripped her clothes off, tossing the garments aside in slight distaste because they reeked of alcohol and smoke from the bonfire. She shimmied into a pair of her plaid pajama bottoms, followed by an old tank top.

As she buried under her comforter she realized how normal going to some stupid, teenage party made her feel. Dana had never gotten to act like a normal teenager, she'd grown up just the opposite, and a few months after she turned nineteen she just got farther away from 'normal'.
That night she dreamt of old memories, memories that haunted her even when she was wide awake. She twisted and turned in her bed, her fingers clawing desperately at the sheets as the old memories played in her unconscious mind. Faces flashed by, voices murmuring, pleas wrapping around her conscience.

She woke up once and lay staring at the ceiling, desperately trying to not fall back asleep. But Dana couldn't resist letting her eyelids flutter back shut, surprisingly tired, not physically but mentally.

The next time she woke up it wasn't due to her fitful slumber, but more to the fact that Gran was pounding on her bedroom door and throwing curses at her. Dana was wide awake in just an instant, throwing a quick glance at the clock beside her bed only to see that it was a little past seven in the morning.

Within just an instant Dana had tossed her covers aside and pulling the bedroom door open only to find a clearly enraged Stacey Quinby. She blinked in surprise at the woman's beet red face, marveling at the sight of the livid lady.

"Um…Gran…"

Stacey took in a deep, shaky breath and outwardly tried to calm herself by smoothing her nightgown. "You have a lot of explaining to do girl."

The words Dana had never had to hear before in her life rang throughout her head with satisfying gratification. Had her grandmother discovered her coming home late from a party?

"What have I done Gran?"

"What have you done?" Stacey's tone became snappy as she wrapped a wrinkled had around Dana's youthful wrist to drag her granddaughter out of her room and straight down the stairs. Dana knew if she wanted she could have tore her wrist from her grandmother's fragile grasp, but she wanted to humor the old woman. "Perhaps you should take a look on the porch and you'll see what you've done."

A involuntary shiver crept down Dana's spine at Stacey's words. She knew then that her source of anger certainly wasn't from some stupid party. Not at all.

When the two reached the front door Stacey jerked it open with surprising ferocity for someone of her age. Then she released Dana's wrist and pointed a shaking finger at the body laying right at their doorstep.

Dana's eyes didn't widen at the side, nor did she show any outward signs of the shock boiling in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly she understood her gran's anger. In her eyes this meant that Dana had defied all the promises she'd made.

But she hadn't killed this boy.

If Dana hadn't been trained to notice things, and if it weren't for her enhanced sight, she wouldn't had noticed the slip of paper clenched in the boys hands. While tuning out Stacey's threats, she bent down and gently uncurled the boys fingers and slipped the paper out of his clutches.

"Gran, I didn't do this." Dana mumbled under her breath, knowing she couldn't hear her. She'd tend to her overreacting grandmother in a moment and ask what was to be done with the body.

Right now the only thing she could process were the words written in elegant scrawl on the paper.

"Child do you understand how long I've gone without contacting-"

But Dana wasn't going to let her grandmother continue her ranting and threatening words. "Gran," She nearly rolled her eyes in exasperation, "I didn't do this."

Stacey folded her arms over her chest, casting a wary eyed gaze down towards the body. "Why am I supposed to believe you?"
"Because I don't kill when I take blood from humans." Not all the time, that is. Dana though wryly as she stood up, clenching the paper tight in her hand so Stacey wouldn't see it. "Besides, I was at a party last night to party, not kill someone."

Stacey regarded Dana with a wary gaze before she allowed her expression to soften. The elder woman sighed then. "I'll call Sherriff Forbes." She shuffled off then, leaving the nineteen year old girl to stand there alone.

Dana pursed her lips and glanced down at the paper again, figuring she'd better prepare herself for whatever was coming.


And what's coming? Well...I suppose we'll have to wait and see o.O

Meanwhile...thoughts on the chapter?