~*Four*~

Person Of Interest

It's been fifteen minutes. Damon and I are still driving around town, hitting every place that we think Kat might have gone to.

"Damn it," Damon snarls as he pulls to the side of the road. "Where the fuck is she?"

Suddenly, a thought pops into my head. I lean down and scramble into my purse for my white iPad Mini.

"What are you doing?" Damon asks.

"I have an idea." I say as I pull my iPad out.

"What's that?" he asks.

"The only thing that I can think of to help us find Kat," I tell him as I press the 'sleep' button, waking the iPad up. "This can trace her phone," I worry for a second that Kat's not activated her phone on here, but then I realize that that's silly. Kat can't go anywhere without her phone, so she would surely have registered it in case she were to accidentally misplace it.

"How?" He asks, and I ignore him as I type in my password. The icons appear in front of me, and I go to the 'Find My iPhone' app. I immediately log out of my account and look at Damon.

"What's Kat's email?" I ask him suddenly.

"I don't know off the top of my head." He retorts, and I roll my eyes. She's his fiancé, and he doesn't know her email?

True love.

"Wait, I think I have it in my phone," he says as he digs his BlackBerry out from his pocket.

Ten seconds later, I'm typing her email address into the form.

Crap. I have no idea what her password is.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know her password." I frown.

"Shit," Damon hisses as his hand his the steering wheel.

"Wait, when did you two meet?" I ask him.

"A couple of years ago," He says.

"No, I mean, what date did you two meet?"

"Oh, god," Damon's head leans backward. "I can't remember."

"Oh, it was the last day of spring break that year," he says. "Sophomore year,"

Not a big help.

"April 3rd," he says suddenly, looking at me.

I type in April3rd into the keypad, but it's incorrect. I decide to try another way to say it. Well, my sophomore year was the same as Kat's, and that was 2010. I type in 432010, and when it's read as incorrect, I try 4310.

"It's not the password," I say.

"Well, good to know my fiancé is so sentimental," he scoffs.

Like he's sentimental. He doesn't know they day they met, let alone her email.

"Oh, I think I know something I can try," I say suddenly as I type in Kat's cell phone number.

The form disappears and suddenly a list of all of the Apple devices that Kat owns pops up on screen.

"It worked," I gasp in shock. "I'm in!"

"What was it?" Damon asks, leaning in closer toward me as he glances at the screen.

"Her cell phone number," I say as I click on "Kat's iPhone" under the "My Devices".

"She's at some restaurant called 'Groovy's'." I tell Damon.

"Wait, She's there?" Damon scoffs as he shakes his head. "No way. She hates that place."

"Well, her phone's located there, so we can at least look." I suggest as I motion for Damon to pull back out onto the road.

Damon gives me a look of shock, and then he's huffing and puffing as he pulls back into traffic.

"What kind of car does she drive?" I ask Damon as he pulls in the lot at the diner.

"A Black Porsche Panamera," He says as he drives around the lot. We look around in the dusk, but there's no black Panamera in sight.

"It's not here," Damon says as he starts toward the exit.

"Wait, where are you going?" I ask in confusion.

"To look somewhere else." he says as he signals to exit the lot.

"No, let's wait inside for her. If her phone's here and she's not, then she will realize she forgot it and come back for it," I tell him, and Damon cancels his turn and circles around the lot to the front. When Damon pulls into the lot, he climbs out of his car instantly when I'm unbuckling my seatbelt.

I rush to catch the front door, but see that Damon's holding it open for me.

"Thank you," I smile as I enter. Damon follows behind.

I feel like I've been transported into Grease. The entire restaurant is designed like a diner from the fifties, with the look of an old retro diner, with the black and white tiles laid on the floor. It's absolutely amazing. I love this time period in history. Over in the corner, there's a jukebox and a dance floor, "Great Balls of Fire" paying on the surround system from the jukebox. Some people who look like college kids are dancing over there.

"This is amazing!" I laugh in amazement as I walk further into the restaurant.

"You think so?" Damon asks. "Kat hates this kind of thing. We never come here unless I make her,"

"Well, her loss," I scoff as I look around.

"The cool thing about this place is that they only play songs from the fifties to the seventies." he tells me.

"Wow, that's amazing." I reply as I walk over to the jukebox.

"Damon!" A man's voice comes from around, and I turn to see a tall, sandy-haired man smiling at Damon.

"Ric," Damon takes Ric's hand and suddenly, they're in a hug. They're clearly close, and I find myself smiling from the sight of them.

"How's it going?" Ric asks.

"Kat's missing," Damon sighs. "We tracked her phone here,"

"Huh," Ric says. "Well, I haven't seen her in. I've just gotten here about half an hour ago. Do you want me to look for her phone in the lost and found?"

"Yeah," Damon sighs. "We'll wait around for her in case she comes around."

"Well, who's that?" Ric asks, and I feel his and Damon's eyes staring at my back.

"Kat's sister, Elena," Damon tells Ric. At the sound of my name, I abandon the jukebox sadly and walk over toward them at the counter.

"Wha-?" Ric frowns in confusion as he assesses me. Surely he thinks that I'm Kat.

"They're identical twins," Damon rolls his eyes.

"Elena, this is Alaric Saltzman," Damon says as Alaric holds his hand out toward me. I take it and smile up at him.

"Nice to meet you, Elena," he says. "And it's Ric."

I giggle. "You too, Ric,"

"So, are you two gonna eat while you wait for Kat?" Alaric sighs as he looks at us. I look at Damon.

"Have you eaten dinner yet?" He asks, and on cue, my stomach growls. I didn't get time. I was so busy today.

Damon smiles as he turns to Ric. "Sure."

"Wonderful," Ric smiles. "Seat yourselves. I'll get back to you on the phone."

"Thanks, buddy," Damon hollers as he leads me over to a booth. I slide into it opposite him. It's a cozy little restaurant.

"I don't understand," Damon sighs as he picks up a menu. "Where the hell is she?"

"I'm sure she'll show up, wherever she is," I say encouragingly. Damon looks up at me, and I smile.

"What?"

"You seem so sure of things," he says, curiosity in his voice.

"I was raised to hope for the best and expect the worst of a situation." I shrug.

"Ghandi, huh?" He chuckles softly.

"Mel Brooks," I correct.

"Well, it's hard to hope when there's nothing go off of," he mutters.

"Without hope, we're lost," I say. "Hope is the one thing that really keeps us going, other than love."

Damon narrows his eyes at me. "You're very wise." he assesses.

"Thank you," I grin. "If I wasn't so in love with History, then I probably would have minored in philosophy instead." I say as I look down at the menu as Foreigner's "Waiting For A Girl Like You" begins.

"So, when's the big day?" I ask Damon as I take a bite out of my hamburger. I quickly swallow my blueberry malt down. This is the best cold-desert creation since the smoothie. A song that I recognize from the sixties called "When Will I Be Loved" runs in the background. I can't remember who sings it though.

Damon scoffs. I can tell he's still worried about Kat.

"What did I say about hope?" I arch and eyebrow at him.

"Something about being lost," he mutters.

"Hope for the best, expect the worst." I remind him.

"So, when's the big day?" I ask again.

Damon continues to glare at me, and I begin to think that he really won't answer me.

"We're not sure yet," he sighs as he runs a hand through his hair. "Kat's too busy to really worry about the wedding."

A burst of sympathy flows through me for Damon. Kat's not always been the most understanding person. I can't imagine trying to plan the most important day of my life with her.

"Oh," I say, because I can't think of what else to say.

"So, how about you?" he asks, and I frown in confusion as he takes a drink of his malt.

"Any boyfriend or fiancé?"

I shake my head.

"Not anymore."

"What happened?" he asks softly.

I shift in my seat. "It's...a long and complicated story," I tell him.

One that I won't be reliving anytime soon.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he says, and I look up into sincere blue eyes.

"It's over," I shrug him off, and just then, Damon sits back in his chair.

"God, that was good food," he says as he smiles. I giggle.

"What's so funny?" He asks, smirking.

"Nothing," I shake my head as I scoot the tray away from me.

Just then, the sound of my all-time favorite song from the fifties comes on.

"Oh, my god," I squeal, and Damon frowns at me in confusion.

"This is my favorite song from the fifties," I explain, and Damon nods.

"Well, then," he clears his throat as he stands up.

I frown.

Where's he going?

I blink when I see Damon's outstretched hand toward me.

I look up at him.

"Would you like to dance?" he smiles.

I giggle as I take his hand.

Damon leads me to the dance floor, and suddenly, I'm being spun across the floor, and I'm twirling to the music.

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Cryin' all the time

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Cryin' all the time

Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit

And you ain't no friend of mine

When they said, you was high classed

Well, that was just a lie

Yeah, they said, you was high classed

Well, that was just a lie

Yeah, you ain't never caught a rabbit

And you ain't no friend of mine

"I had no idea that you could dance like this," I squeal as Damon dips me down to the ground. However, how would I? I hardly know him.

"I've been in dance lessons since my mom told me that girls dig a guy who can move his feet," Damon smirks. "One of the things that Kat doesn't complain about."

"Well, you've got one smart mom," I giggle as he pulls me back up. I'm spinning on my feet in circles as another song comes on.

I realize that Damon's not done and I'm being whisked across the floor again.

Poor old Johnny Ray

Sounded sad upon the radio

But he moved a million hearts in mono

Our mothers cried

Sang along

Who'd blame them

You've grown, so grown

Now I must say more than ever

(Come On Eileen)

Too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye, aye

And we can sing just like our fathers

Come on Eileen

Oh, I swear what he means (what he means)

At this moment you mean everything

You in that dress

My thoughts I confess

Verge on dirty

Oh, come on Eileen

"Damon?"

Suddenly, Damon pulls me in, and we look toward the door in shock. Katherine's standing, glaring at us.

"Where the hell have you been?" Damon hisses as he releases me. I take his irritated tone as my cue to go fetch my purse at the booth that Damon and I were sitting at a few minutes ago.

"I-I went to visit a friend," she says angrily, but I don't miss the slip-up. "However, I get halfway there, only to realize that I had forgotten my phone."

I'm just walking toward Kat and Damon in time to see Kat bump his shoulder as she walks past him and to the counter.

"This conversation isn't over, Katherine," Damon snaps. I watch as Kat leans against the counter and talks to a cashier softly.

"How am I the one who's getting yelled at?" He asks softly, looking at me in disgust.

I shrug. "I don't have an answer for that."

"Alright." Kat walks back over toward us. "I got my phone. Let's go," Kat says as she holds up her white iPhone.

Katherine struts past us, anger dripping off of her. She pushes the door open, not holding it behind her. Damon runs to catch it.

I say nothing as Damon holds the door for me.

It's nearly ten-thirty when I lean against my bedroom door. Holy crap, that was a tense car ride. I could have literally taken a knife and cut through the thick tension brewing between Kat and Damon. I murmured a goodbye and thank you as I hopped out of the car and into the rain.

I toss my jacket onto my bed and strip out of my dress as I make my way to the bathroom connected to my room. A warm shower will do me good, release the stress that is my life.

As I enter the bathroom, I walk over toward the shower and switch the hot water on. The shower head comes to life as water sprays out of it. Once I get the right temperature, I take of my glasses and set them onto the counter beside my phone. Once I'm all empty of my things, I step into the shower and sigh calmly as I feel the water cascade over me.

About fifteen minutes later, I'm sliding into my bed as sleep pulls me under.

January 2010

Elena burst through the doors of Mason's apartment complex. The cold wind stung her sensitive skin. Her Prada heels were falling apart, and her sequined dress was ripped. Her eyes were flooded with tears, and her entire lower body was sore. She had agreed to have sex with him, as she needed to lose it sometime. Elena had always wanted to lose it to someone that she had loved, but she had been too drunk to deny his advances. Mason had really did a number on her, and she was shaking. She had been drunk, and he had seduced her. But in the back of Elena's mind, she knew that it wasn't the worst thing in the world when Mason had slid the cash into her bra.

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Soundtrack that inspired/mentioned in this chapter:

Theme Song: Bad Things ~ Meiko

Great Balls Of Fire~ Jerry Lee Lewis

Waiting For A Girl Like You ~ Foreigner

When Will I Be Loved~ The Everly Brothers

Hound Dog~ Elvis Presley

Come On Eileen~ Dexy's Midnight Runners

Bring Me To Life~ Evanescence