Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries and never will, but I do own Charlene Davis and Megan Swann and any other characters I come up with.
Author's Note: Hope you love the updated version! :D
Charlene continued to stand there in the middle of the steps, staring hard at Logan. How the hell was he still alive?
"Why are you here Logan?" Jenna questioned, crossing her arms.
"I missed you…I was out of town. I…"
She cut him off, not at all patient. "Yeah, I got the email." She told him bitterly.
Logan's eyebrows furrowed, staring her shocked. "You got an email?"
"You didn't send an email?"
He didn't say anything for a moment before giving a smile. "I can explain. Just invite me in and I'll tell you everything."
"I'm not going to invite you in. Forget it." She tried to slam the door on, but Logan used his foot to keep it from closing on him.
"Come on, Jenna. It's me."
"I said no." She glared at him and Charlene decided to jump in.
"She told you to leave, Logan." She spat, pushing Jenna away to step in front of her aunt protectively. He glared at her as Jenna saw her chance to leave thankfully, leaving her alone with Logan. "Get the fuck out of here. And how the hell are you still alive? I killed you."
"I remember." Logan's glare deepened. "And what do you think happened?"
"I don't know, but I do know you need to stay the fuck away from Jenna. You don't deserve her and never will, so get the hell out."
With that, Charlene slammed the door in his face and she turned around, leaning back against the door. She had a feeling she should know why he was still alive, but it seemed like her brain was trying to block out the obvious reason.
Shaking her head, Charlene headed back upstairs to finish getting ready for bed. The next morning, she got out and got ready for school where she bumped into Jenna in the hallway.
"Are you doing okay?" Charlene asked her aunt, worriedly. "With Logan being back and everything?"
Jenna gave a weak smile. "I'll be fine…" she reassured with a nod. "I just can't believe he decided to show his face…"
"Yeah." Charlene didn't know why he came back, or why he was still alive and kicking, but Jenna needed to stay away from her. "Just stay away from him Jenna. If he comes near you again, he'll have me to deal with."
Jenna thought she was joking so she laughed, but Charlene was dead serious. He wasn't going to hurt Jenna, not on her watch.
"Thanks Charlie." Her aunt gave her a one arm hug, kissing her cheek. "I love you."
"I love too, Jen." Charlene smiled as she hugged her back before letting go and locking their arms together as they headed down the stairs together, Megan was downstairs, standing inside too with a smile on her face but Charlene could see the pain in her smile. Her best friend was still upset about Stefan.
"Morning!" Megan said brightly.
Charlene smiled back, fixing her bag over her shoulder. "Morning. You doing okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Megan brushed her off.
Before she could say anything else, Elena came trudging down the stairs, looking happy. "Jeremy's got his sketchbook out." She said, smiling.
"You're kidding?" Jenna asked surprised.
"Nope." Elena grinned, grabbing her bag and putting it over her shoulder. "But don't say a word. The minute we encourage him, he'll put it away."
"Our lips are sealed." Megan said with a grin as she pretended to lock her mouth and throw away the key. She was doing a real good job of pretending she was alright with everything.
"Psychology major. Check that!"
Megan snickered as she pulled out her phone and looked down at it, the smile disappearing from her face. She sighed heavily.
"You and Stefan? Update?" Jenna asked. She knew because Megan had told her when she stayed the night after the whole thing happened with Stefan.
"Still haven't heard a thing from him." Megan said with another sigh as she snuffed her hands in her jacket pockets. "But whatever, he knows where I stand, and how I feel, but it apparently doesn't matter to him because he's still leaving."
"Where he is going?"
"I don't know but I guess it doesn't really matter where he's going. It's not where I'm going to be at." Megan opened the door and all three of them went outside.
Jenna shook her head. "Yours leave, mine returns."
Elena looked over at her, startled. "Logan?"
"He's back." Elena groaned. "I didn't let him pass the front door."
"I hope you slammed it in his face."
"Don't worry, I took care of that." Charlene said, scowling as Elena and Megan looked over at her. "He's not going anywhere near her."
Jenna patted her on the shoulder.
"Three strike rule, Jenna." Elena told her seriously. "You're not even allowed to watch the news."
"Exactly. No more Logan 'Scum' Fell." Jenna smiled as Charlene, Elena, and Megan laughed and they walked down the sidewalk.
Damon stood in front of a window in the living room, looking out of it. Stefan entered the living room and spoke up.
"So, any ideas on where you'll be going?" He asked.
Damon continued to look out the window. "I don't know. London maybe. See some friends."
Stefan crossed his arms. "You don't have friends, Damon."
"You're right Stefan, I only have you." Damon stated. He turned to his brother with a grin. "So where are WE going?"
Stefan rolled his eyes. "WE are not going anywhere." He said as his brother walked over to him. "I'm gonna live my life as far away from you as possible."
Damon pouted. "Aw, come on Stefan. We're a team. We can try out for the Amazing Race."
"Mmmm, that's funny," Stefan said dryly. "Seriously, where are you going because we are not staying in this town?"
Before Damon could reply, the doorbell rang. Stefan looked at his brother before heading over to the front door. He was surprised to find out when he opened the door that it was Sheriff Liz Forbes. Stefan was confused. What was she doing here?
"I'm here to see Damon," Liz explained obviously seeing the confused look on his face.
"Ah, sure…okay," Stefan said still confused as Damon appeared beside him.
"Sheriff, what a surprise!" Damon exclaimed with a smile. And it really was a surprise. He didn't expect her to be here.
"Sorry to bother you, but we need to talk."
Now it was Damon's turn to be confused. What did she want to talk about? Not letting the confusion show on his face, he smiled at her charmingly.
"Come in," Damon said as all three went back inside.
Stefan stayed inside the house while Damon and Liz went to the back.
"I hope you don't mind the secrecy," he said as they walked outside. "Stefan doesn't know about this yet and I'd like to keep it that way."
Liz nodded, "Of course. Kids are too young to be brought into this."
"So…. what do you need?" Damon questioned with a smile as they stood in front of each other.
"There's been another attack," Liz answered with a sigh. The smile slipped off Damon's face at that as she went on, "A female victim, throat tore out, completely drained of blood. It's the same pattern."
"I'm sorry I don't understand," Damon said. "I thought we solved that problem when …" He said the next thing in a whisper, so Stefan wouldn't hear unaware that Stefan had been listening ever since he took Liz outside, "I staked the blonde one."
"I think that she must have turned someone, or multiple someone's." Liz guessed. "I don't know. The story for the town is another animal attack but I'm not sure how long we can keep lying to them. The council is in an uproar." She sighed, "We thought we were passed this."
"So, what do we do?"
"You're the only one who has ever taken on a vampire. We were hoping you could tell us."
Megan walked in the hallway, along with Elena and Bonnie. Charlene had been with them, but she left to use the restroom. At least that's what the blonde said she was doing. She wasn't sure if she believed her best friend or not. Whatever she was doing, Megan figured it was something important. If it was, she didn't know why Charlene wasn't telling her what it was.
From the corner of her eye, Megan spotted Caroline and Matt happily chatting with one another in the hallway. She cocked an eyebrow at the sight.
"Well, that's new." Megan stated, causing Elena to look.
The brunette frowned. "Did I miss something?"
Bonnie shrugged. "They've been hanging out." She answered simply as Caroline and Matt walked into a classroom.
"Wow, never thought that would happen in a million years." Megan laughed, shaking her head. She looked towards Elena. "How do you feel about it? Weren't you guys talking again?"
"Yeah…but we decided it was better to just stay friends." Elena said, after a moment of thinking. "You know, after the whole Vicki thing."
Megan nodded in understanding.
"Well, she needs someone like him, as opposed to a homicidal vampire like Damon." Bonnie said darkly.
Megan's face took on a look of concern as she locked arms with Bonnie. "How are you doing with that?"
"I'm freaked out. Damon attacked me. I could be dead right now. But I'm also grateful."
"Really?" Megan didn't expect that.
"To Stefan and to you." Bonnie stopped and turned around to grab Megan's hands. "If it wasn't for you two, I wouldn't be here." Megan smiled weakly in response. "Have you seen him?"
Megan let go of Bonnie's hands and started walking down the hall again with Elena and Bonnie on either side of her. She removed the scarf around her neck as she headed over to her locker, which was nearby. Megan placed her scarf and her bag inside of it before looking towards Bonnie and Elena, leaning against her locker.
"No, I haven't." she said, finally answering to Bonnie's question. "Not since he told me he was leaving. He's probably long gone by now."
"He wouldn't leave without saying goodbye."
Megan gave a nod of her head. "You don't know him as well as I do. He would leave without saying goodbye. He already said his goodbyes already…" She closed her locker and went down the hallway again.
"What are you going to do?" Elena asked.
"There's nothing much I can do. I already tried begging him to stay, but it was no use. I can't ask him again. If he wants to leave, then…I'll have to let him go…" Megan's eyes welled with tears as Elena smiled sadly, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.
"Maybe it's for the best?"
At her sister's words, Megan stopped and turned to her, not expecting that.
"Bonnie…" Elena started.
Megan interrupted before the brunette could say anything more. "What are you talking about? How is it for the best?"
"I mean, what kind of future could you have had with him, even if he stayed?"
"I don't know, but I would have liked to find it out." Megan said quietly.
Suddenly, a banner fell down on them. The words, 'The Promise of your Future' written on the front of it. It was for the job fair that was going tonight at school.
Megan blinked. "Did you…?"
Bonnie held up her hands. "No, I swear."
In response, Megan sighed heavily and shoved the banner over her head, so she could walk away. That was something she didn't need right now.
Damon opened the door for Liz, "Thank you for stopping by."
"Let me know what you come up with."
"Absolutely."
Damon closed the door and Stefan slammed him into the now closed door with his hands clenched in his black shirt.
"What is wrong with you? You killed somebody?" He growled.
"Get off of me!" Damon exclaimed, pushing his brother away. He held up a finger, "A: Don't touch me." He walked away a little while away but turned back around to face his brother, "B: If I had I would not be obvious about it." He stepped closer to Stefan. "There is another vampire in town."
Stefan shook his head in disbelief. "That's impossible."
"Obviously not." Damon said, rolling his eyes.
"Who could it be?"
Damon shrugged as he turned around and walked forward a couple steps. "Ah what do we care? We're leaving anyway, right?" He smirked, knowing that Stefan had to stay here if he wanted to protect Megan, Elena, and Charlene.
"No, I can't leave now," Stefan said. "And you know that. How are we supposed to find this person?"
"Let the adults handle this Stefan," Damon told him, glancing at him before leaving him standing there.
Megan walked outside along with another girl, who was on the cheerleading team with her. She was happily chatting with her until she noticed Stefan sitting down on one of the tables outside. Megan froze in her spot at the sight of him. She thought he was already gone.
"Um, I'll see you later." Megan didn't say anything else to the girl as she went over towards Stefan. "What are you doing here? I thought you left."
He stood up. "We need to talk."
The way he said it made Megan extremely worry. "What is it?" He brought her over to the table he had been sitting and they sat there together as he explained everything to her. Once he finished, she spoke up, worry etched on her face. "So, you have no idea who it could be?"
"None. But it must be somebody new because leaving a body like that, they're either sloppy or they're trying to send a message."
"Have you asked Damon? You sure he didn't do it?" Megan frowned. That would her first guess, but it was also because she was still pissed off at him for hurting Bonnie.
"Well, I'm never sure about Damon, but he's been trying to keep a low profile lately, so it's just doesn't make any sense to me."
"So, what happens now?" Megan asked worriedly as she got off the table to stand in front of Stefan.
"Damon is tracking them right now." He stood up and faced her. "Look, I promised the truth, so I wanted to tell you. I want you to be careful. You and Charlene. Where is she anyway?" He looked around.
"I don't know. She's around here somewhere." Megan gave a weak smile. "I'm surprised to see you here. I thought you would have left already. Are you here to say goodbye?"
He said nothing for a moment. "Not yet."
Megan nodded, looking away. "See you." She said in a whisper, knowing that he heard.
She ignored the sigh that Stefan gave, probably because he heard the sadness in my voice. Good…she was glad that he heard how much she was about this. Megan turned on her heel and walked away but stopped at the sound of Stefan's voice.
"Be careful."
Without looking at him, Megan gave a quick nod and walked away, this time without stopping or looking back.
Jeremy was sitting on the couch, stretched out. He had just finished his drawing when Jenna came into the living room.
"Hey," he greeted. He held up the sketch pad to Jenna, "What do you think?"
Jenna looked at it, giving a grin. She was happy to see him drawing again after so long. "Creepy."
"I found this old journal in dad's stuff, Jonathan Gilbert from the 1800s," Jeremy said. "He's kind of a freak show. He wrote about demons and all of these people getting slaughter and…"
Jenna sat on the arm of the couch, "Yeah he was a writer…short stories, horror stuff."
"Oh, he wrote fiction," Jeremy looked down at his drawing as Jenna headed over to the book shelf. "Figured he was a lunatic or a drunk."
Jenna picked out a book that Jonathan Gilbert wrote, and she walked back over to Jeremy "Well he was a Gilbert." She gave the book to her nephew, "Probably a little bit of both."
Jeremy grinned at his aunt as she left the living room.
Caroline Forbes stood in front of the warehouse with a compass in her hand and her cellphone on her ear. Damon was on the other end of the phone. She frowned at the compass in her free hand.
"So, what do I do now?" she asked him.
"Just wait. I'll be there in a minute."
Caroline tapped her foot impatiently. "Can you hurry? I have things to do." Suddenly, he appeared behind her and she jumped, whirling around to face him, startled by his sudden appearance.
"You can give me that."
She rolled her eyes and held out the compass as Damon took it from her, examining it. "So, why did you need me to do this?"
"Because I interfere with the signal."
Caroline changed the subject, crossing her arms. "Can I go now? This has blown, like, half my day.?"
"You do that." Damon stared into the blonde's eyes, causing her eyes to glaze over as he compelled her. "Get in your car. Go home. Forget I asked you to do this."
Caroline suddenly shook her head, smiling. "Okay. Bye now." She smirked charmingly as she gave a tiny wave.
"Bye."
She brushed by him and left. Damon rolled his eyes. Tell him again why he used Barbie in the first place. Oh well, didn't matter now.
Damon slipped the compass in his pocket and turned to face the entrance of the warehouse. He walked up the steps, opening the door. He entered the warehouse and stepped further inside as he looked around.
"Damon!"
He turned his head in direction of the voice and his eyes widened at the sight of Charlene on the ground, arms wrapped around her bloody body. Before he could get her name out, Logan Fell appeared out of nowhere and shot him multiple times.
"Damon, no!" Charlene cried out, trying to save him. But she got shot in the process. She screamed as she fell back to the ground while Damon fell to his knees, groaning in pain.
Logan approached him. "I have a ton of these wooden bullets, so nothing funky. And I won't hesitate to shoot your little girlfriend either if she tries to stop me."
Damon glared at him heatedly. "You don't want to do that. Trust me."
Charlene looked at him, surprised.
In response, Logan shot him in the shoulder and Damon screamed in pain.
"Logan! Stop it!" Charlene yelled out. He turned the gun on her, but she went on before he could shoot her. "Just let him go! I was the one who killed you, not him!"
"Then he must have turned me." Logan turned back towards Damon and crouched in front of him.
"I didn't turn you." Damon pried a bullet from his chest, grunting in pain as he did so.
Logan held up a wooden bullet, causing Charlene to flinch at the sight of it. "See I know what you, your brother, and Charlene are. I've been watching the two of you. I knew you'd show up here, and I'm glad you did. As for why Charlene's here, she interrupted me getting into my ex-girlfriend's good graces."
"Only because you don't deserve to be in her good graces." Charlene spat.
Logan ignored her. "So, I have questions."
Damon pried another bullet out. "Me first. Who turned you?"
He crouched down further, his face close to Damon's. "How should I know? Last thing I remember is, I'm about to stake your brother and then Charlene grabbed me. That's it! Until I wake up in the ground behind a used car dealership on highway 4. Somebody buried me."
"It happens." Damon pried a bullet out of his leg. "Ow."
Charlene tried to get her own out, but it hurt too much to even do it and she was scared to even move, frightened that Logan would shoot her again.
Seeing how scared she was, he gestured her over, so she did. Luckily Logan didn't make a move to shoot her as Damon helped get some of the bullets out of Charlene, who winced every time he got one out.
"You have to have vampire blood in your system when you die." Damon explained. "I didn't do that. Some other vampire found you, gave you their blood." He groaned and fell back to the floor with Charlene staring at him worriedly. He squeezed her hand, surprising her that he was trying to comfort her.
"Who?"
"That's what I want to know."
"Dude, it's not like the welcome wagon was waiting with a bundt cake. It's been a learn as you go process. You know, one minute, I'm a small town on the rise news guy and next thing, I know, I can't get into my house, because my foot won't go through the door."
Damon managed to sit up with Charlene's help, prying out yet another bullet. "You have to be invited in."
"I know. I live alone."
"Ah." Damon chuckled softly. "That sucks."
Logan glared at him. "So, now I'm at the Ramada, watching pay per view, eating everything in sight, including housekeeping."
"It could be worse." Damon offered, and Charlene gave him a look.
"How could it be worse?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Well, it could."
"All I can think about is blood and killing people. I can't stop killing people. I keep killing." He laughed maniacally. "And I like it. I'm conflicted."
"Welcome to the club." Logan stood up. "Wait a minute. Cops only found one body."
"I left one. I was tired. But I've been hiding the rest of the bodies. They're right back there." Logan pointed to the bodies with his gun.
Charlene's eyes widened at the sight.
"You're kidding."
"They're just pilling up!"
At the career fair at the school, Tyler stood in front of the drawing booth, looking through his binder of pictures when Jeremy Gilbert came up to him.
Tyler rolled his eyes and looked over at the Gilbert. "What do you want?"
"Hey, I'm just surprised to see you," Jeremy said walking over to him. He looked down at the drawings that Tyler was looking at before. "Art usually implies culture." He looked over at Tyler. "And culture implies, well, not you." He joked.
Tyler glared at him angrily. "Go to hell."
Jeremy watched him walk away, amused. He looked down at the drawing that Tyler had left open and saw the name 'Tyler Lockwood' written on the bottom of the drawing. Jeremy looked in the direction that Tyler had left in, an awed expression on his face.
TBC...
In...
The Turning Point, Part 2