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A/N: Sienna Salvatore – Danielle Campbell.

River Fell – Meaghan Martin.

Luna Lockwood – Isabeli Fontana.

Stone Fell – Alexander Ludwig.

Chapter 13:

The familiar song of 'Black Hearts On Fire' blared loudly inside the confinements of the Salvatore Boarding House, abruptly awakening Sienna from her peaceful slumber and almost causing her to barrel headfirst down the ground and off her bed. Olive green orbs narrowed, nearly forming into cat slits as she glared at the ceiling of her room, her fists clenching and unclenching. The thoughts of 'Kill Damon Salvatore' kept replaying in her head and she grumpily stumbled out of her bed and into the bathroom, making a beeline towards the open toilet seat as per her usual morning routine ever since she entered her second month of pregnancy.

Quickly donning on her comfortable baggy nylon pants and an extra-large T-Shirt, Sienna stormed out of her room, ignoring a frantic Logan who ran after her, trying to convince her into staying inside her room. Stubborn, pig-headed Salvatore that she was, Sienna only ceased in her thundering footsteps upon reaching the source of all the chaos, eyes widening at the gruesome scene playing out in the living room.

"How do I taste?" a mindless bimbo giggled, her fake nails clutching the collar of an inebriated Damon's shirt.

A lazy smirk appeared on the vampire's face, and he fake whispered in a conspiratorial manner, "Oh, so much better than your friends. But shhh," he sluggishly placed a finger on his lips, "Don't tell them. They might get jealous."

There were five compelled sorority girls surrounding Damon Salvatore with many bite-marks littering their bodies; three were dancing drunkenly, eliciting annoying giggles every few seconds, holding a bottle of liquor each, while the other two were sitting on either side of an amused Damon, the Twister game set ignored in the corner of the room between the two futons.

Before Sienna could release an eruption of scolding and crude words, the music was suddenly turned off followed by slow footsteps and Damon's head cocked up, blearily groaning, "No! Buzzkill Bob." Stefan's eyes narrowed in on Sienna apologetically before he turned to face Damon, "Can we talk? Without the Tri-Delts, that is."

The annoyingly grating patent smirk of the cocky elder Salvatore was back in place, and with complete nonchalance and disinterest, he drawled, "Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of them. They're really good at keeping secrets."

"I wonder why," Sienna snarled, her face apoplectic with rage, diverting Damon's attention toward her, and his electric blue orbs widened with a mixture of guilt and indifference. Yanking her arm from Logan's grip, Sienna waddled over to Damon's sitting form, one hand caressing her womb, "You listen to me, Salvatore. I understand you're feeling angry, hurt and betrayed. Yes, you spent the last 145 years pining over some bitch that didn't care about you the least bit and who didn't want to be found, and yes, you spent your whole immortal years searching for a way to get that doppelgänger out of the tomb, and yes, you're letting out your sorrows and anger on brainless bimbos and alcohol-"

"Sienna-"

"No! Shut up, Stefan!" Sienna whirled around to facedown Stefan with her heated piercing glare, causing him to recoil backwards at seeing the raging intensity. Facing Damon again who seemed to be cowed and furious, she continued onwards with her ranter, "I've kept my feelings on lockdown for two weeks now. Two weeks, Damon. I ignored your late night escapades, and pretended that you weren't harming yourself and others with your depression, I stayed in denial. But now? Now, no more. You wanna know why? 'Cause you brought the feast into MY house! I will NOT sit idly by any longer and watch you're self-harm and deprecating actions, especially not when you brought mindless chits bleeding in my house and onto the priceless rugs that have been in the family for generations, while I'm fucking PREGNANT! You have five minutes to get those bitches out of my house, and the next time you want to bring a meal into the house … DON'T!"

At the end of Sienna's heated tirade, Damon and Stefan were left staring wide-eyed at their pregnant niece, the uncomfortable silence only to be broken by the drunk Tri-Delts' giggling. Suddenly, Sienna placed a hand over her mouth, her face turning green, and Logan rushed over to her side and flashed her to the downstairs toilet where she expelled her insides.

"Ugh, the blood was too much for me, thanks Uncle Logan," Sienna groaned, tears unknowingly streaming down her face as she flushed the toilet.

Logan sighed, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead, "Come on, sweetheart, let's feed you and the twins up. All this stress isn't healthy for either of you." He carefully plucked her up from the floor and escorted her to the kitchen; Sienna disregarded her two uncles as they battled with words in the living room, the thought of food plaguing her mind.

Luna and River stopped by the Boarding House at night to help Sienna get dressed for the bachelors' auction at the Grill. It took a lot of pleadings and sweet words to convince the indolent pregnant teen to agree and go out for a change in atmosphere.

"It is not healthy for you to stay cooped up in the house, S, you need fresh air," was Luna's heated argument.

Logan refused to be one of the eligible bachelors to stand on display and be drooled upon by horny women, and instead left town, preferring to meet up with some friends at Richmond. Luna would be driving the two girls to the Grill, since Sienna wanted nothing to do with Stone, and Caroline would meet them there since she was helping out with the event.

After dropping off the sorority girls back to their dorms, Damon spent the whole day avoiding eye contact with Sienna, and basically giving her a wide berth, which was A-Okay in her opinion, since his actions vastly angered her. Sienna had been constantly worried about Damon since the discovery of Katherine not being in the tomb, but she never would have guessed, that Damon would bring his meal over to the house in such a flippant and arrogant fashion without thinking of her and the consequences.

"Just forget about Damon and let's have fun," River cajoled her pregnant friend as they entered the Grill.

Sienna huffed at her in response, "That's easy for you to say. You didn't get waken up this morning only to walk in on your cousin slash uncle in the middle of an all-you-can-eat buffet!"

"Touché," Luna smirked, "Hey, Care-Bear! Looking hawt."

Caroline was at the front, in the middle of an awkward three-way discussion with Matt and Elena, but upon seeing her three sisters, she drowned out their voices and embraced them in a suffocating hug. "You guys came! I thought you'd never convince Sienna into getting out of the house!"

"Heyyy! Let's see you talk when you're knocked up with twins. It's not exactly an easy feat ya know! I can barely see my own two feet!" Sienna whined, her voice almost blubbering in hysteria and she stomped her foot like a petulant child, much to the amusement of Luna, River, Caroline and Matt, "God! I hate these stupid hormones!"

"Aren't they the worst," a feminine voice drawled from behind them and the girls all whipped around to face a familiar redhead –Kelly Donovan, Matt's mother. "Sienna Salvatore! Look at you, you're practically glowing. I see that pregnancy suits you, sweetie," she smiled benignly, encompassing her arms around the pregnant teen in a tight hug.

Cliff notes version; Kelly Donovan had been best friends with Elena Gilbert's mother, Miranda and Giuseppe Salvatore ever since high school, but had a huge enmity with Sheriff Liz Forbes. Kelly was a great mother to Vicki and Matt until Matt turned fourteen and Mr. Donovan cheated on Kelly with a college student in Richmond, which was where he taught as a Professor. Ever since that fateful event, Kelly demanded a divorce and got sucked down the rabbit hole of booze, men and depression, and she lost touch with her inner motherhood. However, Kelly adored Sienna, Luna, River, and Caroline – even though she disliked her mother; although Kelly and Miranda were best friends, Kelly hoped that Matt would end up with Luna Lockwood, or even Sienna, but when Elena manipulated his emotions, Kelly faked niceties with the Gilbert girl to her face since she didn't want to end the friendship with Miranda since Giuseppe fled town.

Now however, Miranda was gone …

"Kiki! It's been awhile! I didn't know you were back in town!" Sienna replied, reiterating the hug.

Kelly threw her head backwards and laughed out loud, before hugging Luna and River in turn, leaving Elena to stand awkwardly by the side with a strained smile plastered on her face. "Well, I asked Caroline here to keep my arrival a secret when I caught her straddling my baby boy this morning," Kelly smirked slyly.

"Mom!" Matt's face reddened in mortification while Caroline giggled, her baby blue eyes glittering with amusement.

Kelly smacked him on top of the head, "Hush you. There's nothing to be ashamed of, you and Caroline look quite cute together-, Oh, Elena honey, how are you?" Kelly feigned surprise at seeing the brunette and engulfed her in a loose hug; Elena inwardly frowned, recognizing the hug had lost its previous warmth. "Matty tells me you broke his heart," Kelly cooed, subtly winking at the four amused sisters, prompting Matt to let out a loud groan of embarrassment once again.

"Don't worry Kiki, I'm taking great care of … Matty," Caroline laughed, placing a chaste kiss on Matt's reddened cheeks. It was obvious to the four girls, that Kelly Donovan was ecstatic over Elena breaking up with Matt.

Kelly's eyes gleamed with delight as she went back to subtly ignoring Elena and accepted the ticket Caroline handed over, "I just hope I don't get Bachelor 3. I dated him in high school. Not impressive, in any way," she whispered toward the end. "Now you three," she mock-glared at Sienna, River and Luna, "Don't be strangers, I don't want Caroline to be the only visitor, hmm."

"We wouldn't dream of it, Keeks," Luna grinned, looping arms with Sienna and River, "Care-Bear, Matt, if you want to join us on our table once you're done, you know where to find us."

"Matt, is your mom mad at me or something?" they heard Elena whine as they walked over to their table.

River snorted, "God forbid somebody doesn't worship dear Elena Gilbert on an altar. Anyways, I was thinking, how cool would it be if we hooked my Uncle Logan and Kiki up?" her navy blue eyes lit up at the mere thought.

Sienna pondered the random thought, her head nodding slowly, "Ya know. Kelly Donovan is a hot cougar. It could work-"

An angry scoff from Luna interrupted her line of thought, "I cannot believe it! Look at my mom! She's flirting with Damon! What the effing fuck!" Sienna and River whipped around, only to stare in distaste as Mrs. Lockwood giggled and tittered with a smirking Damon, making sure to keep skin contact with him as she constantly brushed her hand against him.

"I bet you anything my mom's gonna rig the shindig and pull out Damon's name," Luna viciously continued, sneering at her mother in disgust. It was a very well-known fact that in the Lockwood family, Luna was a Daddy's Girl while Tyler tended to drift toward their mother more.

"What's got Lu's panties in a twist?" Caroline suddenly asked, joining the girls on the booth, but the only response she got was three heads tilted toward the disturbing display and Caroline's nose wrinkled in disgust, "Eughh! That's nasty."

Sienna bobbed her head rapidly, "Change of subject before I throw up at the vile scene. Care, where's Matt?"

"He's with Tyler. I haven't hung out with you much since I got together with Matt, so we agreed that tonight we'd hang out with our friends," Caroline beamed, quieting down as Mrs. Lockwood walked on-stage and began interrogating the five lined up bachelors.

The whole shindig was going along swimmingly, that was, until Carol Lockwood reached Alaric Saltzman and Damon Salvatore, and the whole night when down in flames for those that were aware of the inside workings of the supernatural.

"-Number four, 'Alaric Saltzman.' Wow. That's quite a mouthful. What do you do, Alaric?"

"I'm a teacher at Mystic Falls High," Alaric smiled looking increasingly uncomfortable with the attention solely placed on him.

"Oh, beauty and brains, ladies," let it be known, that Carol Lockwood was deftly skilled in enchanting the population with her words, "This one's a keeper. What do you teach?"

"History."

Mrs. Lockwood smiled, "History. Oh, well, give us a fun fact about Mystic Falls, something crazy." Sienna, River and Luna traded dreaded glances when they noticed how Alaric involuntarily stared at a laidback Damon, fidgeting uncomfortably as he was devoid speechless. It was obvious that the only interesting 'fun fact' about Mystic Falls, was that he stood beside a murdering vampire. Mrs. Lockwood let out a bark of laughter and coyly smiled, "He's probably saving the best stories for his date," and with the save, she ambled toward Damon and spoke into the microphone, "And last, but not least, Damon Salvatore. We don't have much on you."

"Well, I'm tough to fit on a card," Damon slyly smirked.

Luna scoffed, "Your cousin is so full of himself."

"Tell me about it," Sienna grumbled, a forbidding sensation engulfing her once her eyes connected with Damon's devious blue orbs.

"Do you have any hobbies, like to travel?" Mrs. Lockwood continued, undeterred.

Damon slyly stared at Alaric from the corner of his eyes, his voice adopting a gloating tone, "Oh, yeah. L.A., New York. Couple of years ago, I was in North Carolina. Near the Duke campus, actually. I think – I think Alaric went to school there. Didn't you, Ric?"

"Oh Fudge!" River muttered; Caroline was the only one out of the sisters who was completely out of the loop, her confused baby blues flickering toward each of her best friends inquisitively.

"He wouldn't," Sienna murmured, too low for anyone but Luna to hear, since the feisty Lockwood sat right next to her on the table.

"-Yeah, 'cause I… I know your wife did," Damon continued, his eyes gleaming victoriously as Alaric clenched his fists.

"Damon, don't do it!" Sienna warned under her breath; of course, Stefan confided in her earlier after the horrific morning event, about Isobel, Alaric's wife, being murdered by Damon –and caught in the act, who so happened to be Princess Elena's birth mother. In turn, Sienna informed Luna and River of the horrible discovery, Luna's smart words being, 'Damn, it's a fucking small world.'

"I had a drink with her once. She was… she was a great girl. I ever tell you that?" Damon smirked at Alaric, "Cause she was … delicious. Mmm! Mmm mmm mmm."

"That son of a bitch!" Luna snarled, banging her fist on the table. The girls actually liked Alaric Saltzman – ignoring the fact that he was currently dating the love of Uncle Logan's life – he was the best History teacher they ever had, and quite likable – disregarding his vampire knowledge.

Caroline had had enough, "Okay! What the hell is going on? And don't lie and say nothing! You three are my sisters, we were practically raised together and had sleepovers since diapers! You guys are hiding something from me and God Damnit I wanna know! I deserve to know. We agreed eons ago, 'no secrets, because that's what makes us sisters'."

Luna was rendered quiet for the first time since … ever, as she looked at Sienna and River. The secret was theirs to share, especially now that River's uncle was a vampire. The three girls knew that sooner or later, they would have to include Caroline into the fold, other than obliviousness being dangerous for her, Caroline was their best friend, their sister in all but blood, and they agreed at the age of five, that secrets would only tear them apart.

"Not here," Sienna sighed in defeat, slowly standing up onto her feet, "Tell your mom you're sleeping over Caroline. 'Cause its one hell of a story."

Caroline gulped nervously but still, nodded resolutely; whatever her sisters were hiding, she needed to know. Elena and Bonnie always hid things from her, and for that reason, Caroline was never close to them. She knew that if Sienna, Luna and River were purposely keeping something from her, it was with good intentions.

Before the four girls left the Grill, they heard Carol Lockwood state in a faux-shocked voice that she won Damon, and Luna couldn't help but sneer in disgust and roll her eyes, "My mom's a floozy bitch!"

It was a complete déjà-vu of the time they confided in River. The second the girls were ensconced in Sienna's room, the three aware girls began informing Caroline about everything. From the events of 1864, the Town Council's true purpose, vampires, the time when Damon compelled her, her inadvertent part in Uncle Zach's death, Vicki's turning and death, Logan's unfortunate turning by the little vampire Anna, Bonnie's witch status and the Bennett's haunting Sienna for help with the message against Elena, Elena being a doppelgänger, breaking the seal of the tomb where twenty-seven starved and desiccated vampires reside, Alaric's wife being murdered by Damon, Elena being adopted, how Sheila died and finally, Damon's depression over Katherine not being in the tomb.

The whole time, Caroline sat still, unblinking with her mouth agape as she processed the shocking information overload. Sienna, Luna and River remained silent, watching Caroline's inner-struggle with utmost patience. After ten painstakingly quiet minutes, Caroline finally blinked a multitude of times and let out a strangled laugh, "Is this the part where you all tell me I'm being Punk'd?" She began whipping her head around to every corner of the room, "Is Ashton Kutcher waiting for me to scream and freak out on camera before appearing with the crew?"

Sienna, Luna and River traded nervous glances; the three of them seemed to have taken the news in stride but Caroline was swimming in the deep end of denial. Fortunately yet unfortunately, an event was currently happening downstairs that would determinedly prove the girls' statement true; a struggle could be heard loud and clear followed by a loud thump and a pained moan, and the four girls rushed downstairs only to halt in their tracks, Caroline's reaction going as far as letting out a high-pitched scream.

"Hmm. I didn't know we were confiding in Barbie yet," Damon quipped nonchalantly from his position on the couch, drinking bourbon and ignoring the dead body that lay a few feet away from him.

"Oh my God! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Caroline began hyperventilating, River keeping a supportive arm around her shaking figure as Sienna and Luna rushed over to kneel beside Alaric Saltzman's dead body, a stake embedded in his stomach.

"What the fuck did you do, Damon?! We agreed no more killing!" Sienna yelled, tears streaming down her face. Damon whirled around and spat out, "NO! You agreed! You and Stefan succeeded in keeping me on a tight leash, but I never said I'd adopt the saint act forever."

At that precise moment, Stefan and Logan appeared by their side using vampire speed, eliciting a fearful squeak from Caroline.

"What happened? What did you do?" Stefan breathed out; he and Logan joined the two girls in kneeling beside Alaric's dead form and checking his pulse. Damon rolled his eyes and took another long sip from his drink, obviously enjoying the tension he created in the room.

"Damon!" Logan snapped, getting up onto his feet and cradling Caroline in his arms as she cried into the crook of his neck. The fact that Caroline knew he was a vampire and didn't run away from him, but snuggled in his arms for comfort, was a good sign for the girls, and they knew that their brave, bubbly best friend wouldn't alienate them and take the supernatural discovery in stride after the shock had abated.

"All I did was tell him the truth," Damon drawled with a shrug, "His wife didn't want him anymore. It's not my fault he couldn't handle it."

"Like you've been handling Katherine," Stefan retorted, taking up the mantle of being the interrogator since the girls were currently frozen in shock over the death of their favored history teacher.

Damon scoffed, "I'm handling it fine. You know what?" his eyes lit up and they could practically see the light-bulb flickering over his head, "Isobel came to me. She found me. And if she's related to Elena, that means she's related to Katherine. Maybe Katherine sent her to me."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Sienna screeched, her face reddening with rage, and even those without sensitive hearing flinched at the high-pitched sound. "Katherine spent 145 years ignoring your existence. That is the ugly truth! Deal with it, stop holding on to some stupid notion of high hopes! You're only going to make a fool out of yourself and look incredibly pathetic. More than you already are!" she spat towards the end, her olive eyes narrowing into slits and her fist clenched.

Damon flashed toward her, his face vamping out in rage and Caroline screamed, pulling herself out of Logan's arms, "Leave her alone!"

But Sienna wasn't afraid in the least bit. She covered the space between them, a hairsbreadth apart and taunted, "Are you going to kill me? Kill my babies? Go ahead, do it. Killing me won't change a thing, you'll still be pathetic! I love you, Damon, but if you can't handle the truth, killing those that confront you with honesty, then you're a fucking hopeless coward!"

"Enough!" Logan yelled, at the same time, Stefan hastened to pull Damon away from Sienna lest he did something he'd regret later on. Luna and River joined Sienna and Caroline's side, all four girls glaring at a pitiful yet enraged Damon.

Exhaling a loud breath of air, Damon didn't release eye contact with Sienna and he addressed Stefan, spitting out, "I'm out of here. I assume you'll take care of this." And he left without another word up the stairs and into the solitude of his room.

The second Damon was gone; Luna whirled around to face Sienna and yelled, "Are you insane? Do you have a death wish? What's wrong with you? Why'd you provoke him!?"

"Because I'm done doling out excuses for Damon's hotheaded actions. He killed Mr. Saltzman. A man he intentionally baited in a public place, a man grieving for his wife who obviously dumped him for the 'glamorous' life of a vampire. He didn't deserve to die!" Sienna bellowed, before wincing, keeling over onto the ground, holding her stomach tightly.

"Okay, okay, stop it!" Caroline took charge, her eyebrows knitting in concern, "All this yelling and all the stress isn't good for the babies." She was over the supernatural surprise; Caroline understood the whole need for secrecy and finally got over the shock. She would keep the secret from her mom and pretend that she was oblivious. Logan was still her honorary Uncle, and Stefan was a good guy. Right now, her friends trusted her with their secret, and she would rather die than disappoint or betray them.

As every occupant clustered around the hyperventilating Sienna, a low groan distracted them, diverting their attention toward the dead corpse, eyes widening when Alaric's finger twitched.

"What the-"Luna was violently interrupted as Alaric suddenly gasped loudly, panting heavily, sitting up and staring at six pairs of shocked and bewildered eyes.

"What happened? What's going on?" Alaric rapidly fired out.

"Am I the only one confused here?" Caroline squeaked, digging her fingernails into Logan's arm.

Stefan rushed over to Alaric's side, shaking his head in bewilderment, "You were just … Did Damon turn you?"

Alaric vehemently shook his head, a frown puckering on his forehead, "No. I-I went for him, and then he, uh, he stabbed me."

"That's impossible," Logan spoke up, cocking his head to the side, and staring at the awakened corpse as though he were an increasingly difficult puzzle, "You must have vampire blood in your system. Somebody must have slipped it to you, like they did me."

Flexing his fingers, Alaric stared entranced at the huge, chunky ring that sat innocently on his right hand, "No, it's uh, it's something else."

"Then how?" Stefan asked perplexed.

Luna's eyebrows arched, "Uh, Mr. Saltzman, why do you keep staring at that ring?"

"Isobel," was the chocked response, "She gave me this ring before she … disappeared, it-, this ring protected me."

"That's impossible," Sienna breathed out after letting out a sharp intake of breath, her hand still clutched protectively over her womb.

Alaric's hazel orbs flickered over to each shocked occupant in turn, before settling intently on Sienna, "I know."

A figure draped from head to toe in a long hooded black cloak approached an idyllic looking house in the middle of nowhere. Knocking on the door, the figure's face went unseen as a middle-aged woman with a cheerful visage opened the door, "Hello? I am Miss Gibbons, can I help you?"

"Yes," a feminine voice croaked hoarsely, trying to keep her tone indistinguishable, lowering her hood to hide the features of her face, "I'd like to converse with any occupant in the house holding a fierce vendetta with the Salvatores."

"Oh, would you like to come in?" Miss Gibbons smiled sweetly, gesturing her hand invitingly into her humble abode, and the figure's hidden eyes narrowed knowingly on the myriad of bite-marks littering the old woman's skin.

"No," the figure said crisply, "I'd prefer waiting outside. Please hurry along in passing my message; I do not have time to waste."

The figure only remained waiting for a whole minute before a dark-haired man appeared by her side, staring at her in suspicion and anger. He had harsh features and sharp onyx eyes that shone with malice, and the figure smiled sinisterly, knowing that this vampire would be a wonderful aid to her mission.

"What do you want?" the vampire growled, looming over her short stature threateningly.

The figure let out a harsh laugh, "There's no need to intimidate me, vampire. I am here with a … request that might interest you."

"Oh? And what makes you think I'd help you, human?" he sneered.

"Because you came," the figure simply retorted shrewdly, "I informed the poor human all twenty-seven of you are snacking on to pass on a message. Anyone with a vendetta against the Salvatores would have answered in a heartbeat, and … here you are."

"Here I am," the vampire parroted neutrally, "What do you have against the Salvatore brothers? You're human."

The figure cackled maliciously, causing the vampire to recoil slightly, "Oh, Frederick. I am much more than a human."

"Witch," Frederick sneered; the woman wouldn't have known his name, not unless she was a witch, and he growled at her, it was no secret that he held a deep loathing for witches especially since it was Emily Bennett's spell that kept him locked in the dratted tomb for over a century.

"Yes, I am a witch. And my aim isn't the Salvatore brothers, but their darling, precious great-niece. You may dole out your revenge on the vampire brothers, all I ask, is for you to … end the Salvatore girl's life in the process."

Frederick scowled, his brows furrowing in confusion, "Not that I care, but what has the human girl done to receive your ire?"

"That is none of your business, vampire. During your crusade for revenge against the Salvatore brothers, I want you to kill their niece, Sienna Salvatore. Are you interested? Or do I have to search for another willing vampire?" the figure croaked bluntly.

Frederick smirked menacingly; ending the Salvatore girl would mean the end of the Salvatore line … "You have got yourself a deal, witch."

A/N: Da-Da-Dumm! The story is moving along, and a mysterious witch has joined forces with a vengeful Frederick… Why? Read and find out. ;)

Finally for all the Caroline Fans! Caroline knows about vampires before Season 2 … yay or nay?! :D

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I decided to add a story for Kelly Donovan; as a writer, I enjoy adding a background story to the minor characters … like I said before: I root for the Underdogs mostly. Do you want me to keep Kelly around? Maybe have her enter a budding romance with Logan Fell? Let me know of your opinion, Dear Readers!

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