A/N: Hello everybody,

And welcome (back) to this story.

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Chapter Twelve, Halloween

Every year the Student Council held a Haunted House at Elena's High School. And every year the students dressed up and would party hard.

The Haunted House, a fund-raiser that would use the money they raised for new school supplies and sport's gear. Which was fine, but I hadn't realized how persistent Caroline Forbes would be. I should have realized that Caroline would seize any excuse to sign up for another committee.

Another project (since she liked those) and that was fine but now I was a project too. Because, besides signing herself up, she'd signed me up as well. Which was why I was in charge of the preparations of the snack stands, while Bonnie made sure the carnival games went well and Caroline was in charge of the decorations. And she had been in her element, the walls and classrooms decorated to perfection.

I wasn't looking forward to it. Not really. I wasn't a high school girl any more and although I could party if I really wanted to, I just didn't bother with that behavior any more.

The fun of sneaking in drunk or sneaking out to get drunk, it passed. Yet, that evening of Saturday the thirty-first, I stood in front of Elena's vanity mirror, my fingers pinching a wand of mascara. It was a party to distract me from my churning thoughts.

Elijah had still not contacted me and I was starting to get really nervous.

The white nurse costume that I'd decided to wear for the party was spread across Elena's bed. It's still on the wire hanger and I wondered if I should wear it. It hadn't brought much luck to Elena. It had been the dress she wore on the latest Halloween party. I just didn't have anything else to wear. Nothing appropriate for the occasion and I let my fingers glide over the costume.

I remembered the blood that would stain the shoulder, the collar and the side of the pristine white material. The sun had only recently descended, leaving behind inky purple remnants of twilight, cool air filtering in through the half-open window.

The towel I'd wrapped around my shoulders dropped on the floor when I sat in front of the vanity mirror, choosing to let Elena's hair dry into its natural straight state. It worked well for her.

I took the stairs two at a time when I was done and waved at my parents. An empty bottle of Miranda's chardonnay and a half-full bottle of port stood in the middle of the kitchen table. I supposed I wasn't the only one having a party that night.

Jeremy was staying over at a friend's house — recovered enough to spend time with friends and smoke marijuana — and with me, at the Halloween party they had the time for it. I snorted. Elena was the flashy, wild party girl.

I thought I should at least try to act like that. At the party, I found myself a red cup of beer in my hands and stalked through the school. The decorations were fine, the snack stands filled obnoxiously and the games were loud. In the Chemistry classroom, I noticed Bonnie, dressed as a witch, talking softly to Tyler Lockwood and I smiled.

"Bonnie!" I yelled, hurrying across the room, she turned to me with wide eyes and somehow her expression wiped my smile clean off my face. "I— Are you okay? Something wrong?"

"No!" She hurried to deny. "No, I'm fine."

"Really?" I started but she just smiled, it was painfully obvious she was lying and waved her hand to the door. "I'm sorry, I promised Marlene to meet up. See you later?"

"I— sure?"

"Okay," she nodded and practically ran out of the chemistry classroom.

"That was weird right?" Tyler Lockwood mentioned and I took a long sip from my lukewarm beer.

"Weird seems to be a thing for me," I answered.

"Sucks, I guess."

"Profound," I replied drolly.

"Bonnie is probably just stressed," Tyler tried half-heartedly. I guessed he wasn't that much of an arsehole I gave him credit for. "Something about Caroline bailing…"

"Caroline bailed?"

"I don't know. I guess?" He shrugged and I wetted my lips. I really wished for something stronger than beer. My eyes were drawn to the ugly scar on Tyler's neck. The white puckered skin harsh and somehow a stark contrast to his otherwise tanned skin. "How have you been doing?"

"Wonderful," he drolly remarked. "My parents certainly enjoy setting up some ground rules."

"You were grounded?" I asked stiffly. "Because you pretty much beat my brother into the hospital?"

His nostrils flare as he clenches his jaw, "Yes," he agreed, unapologetically. "That's right."

"Why did you do it?" I asked.

"Does everything need to have a reason?" He asked, his expression was uncharacteristically solemn.

"I think so," I responded irritably. "Seriously, Tyler, you're so— easily upset lately."

"Why do you think?" He snapped back, vein forking beneath the skin of his temple and cheeks readily gaining a dark red color. "Some monster attacked me. An animal! And I don't fucking feel safe! Why do you think I lose my temper? Hm? Or does Saint Elena never do anything wrong? I mean other than being a cocktease, you're a virtuous saint. You already reserved a spot in heaven. God—"

"Shut up, Tyler!" I snapped back. "I'm not saying I'm perfect. I'm trying to understand."

"There is nothing to understand." He hissed.

"Yeah, I see that now," I replied unkindly, noticing the strong alcohol scent coming off of him.

"You see nothing."

"I see that you're doing really well with it," I replied giving him a saccharine sweet smile before turning away. God, Lockwood was an even bigger arsehole now than he was in the original timeline. I understood he was scared— Hell, I was scared half of the time and with every minute Elijah didn't contact me, it became worse, but I didn't try and punch someone a concussion.

I noticed Bonnie at her locker, her eyes locking onto mine from beneath her thick dark fringe, but before I could cross over, she was already gone, winding around the crowd too fast for me to catch up with her.

I wondered if her grandmother had finally spilt the beans. I had no idea if I liked that idea or not. If Bonnie knew then she would definitely try to solve Elena's, and in extension, my problem.

I did want my problem to be solved but— Somehow I felt as if it was useless. As much as it pained me, I didn't think Sheila had been wrong.

For a while I ventured in and out of the classrooms, stared at the students dressed up either really well or really funnily and finally, I ended up in the gym. The music here was the loudest and the gym was absolutely packed with students, everyone yelling over the blasting sound.

To one end, where normally the gym banks were settled, a string of holiday lights was strung up. Beneath, a made-shift podium was built, decorated with fake spiders and cobwebs. Caroline had hired a photographer and now every now and then a couple climbed the stage and grinned outrageously at the camera.

Dana and Chad had collected beneath the holiday lights, looking lovey-dovey as the camera flashed. I watched as Chad tucked a strand of Dana's dark hair behind her ear and rubbed his thumb along her jawline, so obviously, in awe of her beauty, I felt my cheeks flush.

I used to have a boyfriend who would visit me at my dorm room at college, taking with him a bottle of fancy red whine he nicked from his father's wine cellar (which was supposed to be for his parent's twenty-five year anniversary) or who would take me to the movies.

I bit my lower lip hard. We'd broken up before I'd stranded here, but that didn't mean I didn't miss him. We'd decided to remain friends. I averted my eyes from the couple and steered around the gym.

I smiled at several students, most of whom I now knew by name (first name at least), and realized, not for the first time, that Elena could join in into any conversation. Being Miss Popularity ensured that.

I conversed with several people when I felt the need for a breath of fresh air. Wrapping my arms around my waist, I stepped out of the gym.

The hallway was quieter than before and my body relaxed. I quickly moved out of the school and breathed out gratefully when I ventured outside.

The dark sky providing an ominous backdrop for the slope of the empty football field and its bleachers and my hair brushed lightly against my forehead in the breeze. A lungful of fresh air, just what I needed.

"Elena."

And my body tensed again. Wonderful, just when I managed to relax for a second. I slowly turned towards Damon Salvatore's voice. He was seated on the lowest bench of the bleachers, wearing dark jeans and a snug-fitting motorcycle jacket. Loosely hanging from his fingers is a bottle bourbon and I steeled myself.

"Hello, Damon."

"Still alive, I see?" He remarked drolly and I rubbed my hands together.

"Yes." I agreed, picking at the sheen of pink nail polish.

Damon went still. The music was fainter outside and I leant down against the railing. "What are you doing here, Damon? Aren't you a bit too old for a high school party?"

"Are you kidding?" He sniggered. "A high school party is the best place to get some dinner."

"Don't be disgusting," I grumbled back and frowned.

Damon smirked, dropping his arm from the bend of his knee and turned so that he could meet my eyes. His lips quirked in a smirk, "I'm a vampire. You should not forget that."

I had to swallow my next breath and wetted my lips, "Duly noted." I stared several seconds to him, to his hunched figure and kneaded my fingers over the hard tendons in my neck. "How are you doing?"

"Wonderful. Just found out the girl I did everything for didn't care."

"I'm sure—"

"Don't bother. Just, don't—" He sneered, his arms crossed over his abdomen and I let out a sigh.

"Jesus Damon," I grumbled and matched his defensive stance. "Don't act like a fucking child."

"Oh Honey, I am not here for you." He grinned. "I'm only here to watch the show."

"What show?" I asked, my whole body tensing at his words. "What did you do, Damon?"

"Why do you think I did anything?"

"When do you not?" I shot back furiously and watched all color draining from his face.

Damon's jaw tensed, his eyes blazing with a sudden, white-hot rage, "You should be very careful, human!"

"What did you do!?" I snapped and cried out when he grabbed me by the upper arms.

"You don't get to order me around, you little—"

I gasped when he shook me hard, hard enough to make my teeth rattle together. My knees were starting to buckle, my fingers going to his hands, nails biting into his flesh, "Let go of me!"

"Damon," a third warning voice demanded and I recognized Stefan annoyed tone.

"Stefan," Damon greeted and with a pout, he suddenly, harshly shoved me away.

I yelped, stumbling backwards and collided almost painfully with the first row of the bleachers. Damon looming menacingly over me while Stefan had somehow appeared beside him, a restraining hand on his shoulder.

Spidery veins (I'd never seen that in real life before and stiffened) crawled beneath Stefan's eyes and I realized, belatedly, that small pinpricks of blood welled up from an abrasion on the back of my hand. I inhaled sharply before pushing it hard against my side, hiding it against the pristine white of my costume.

"Leave Damon!" He snapped when the veins disappeared from his face.

"By all means Stef, save your damsel." He grinned and breathed out slowly and brushed a lock of frizzled hair from my cheek. He was gone by the time my eyes opened again after one blink and I forced myself up my feet, ignoring Stefan's outstretched hand.

"Are you okay?" He muttered and I shrugged.

"I'm fine, Stefan."

"You know, don't you?"

"About you and your brother?" I asked, pushing the initial bombshell pointlessly away.

"Yeah," he agreed and I wetted my lips, my mouth dry with sudden nerves.

"Yes, I've known for a while."

"How long have you known?"

"From the moment you both stepped into town," I whispered and finally met his eyes. "What did Damon do?"

"Nothing, as far as I know of."

"Stefan, he did something— Where's Vicki?"

"Vicki?"

"Matt's older sister," I mumbled and frowned. "She's a drug user— He must have stumbled upon her in the cemetery just as—"

"What are you talking about?" Stefan asked with such a deep frown he looked years older.

The moonlight danced across the grass field and I quickly turned back towards the school. My fingers already fumbling with Elena's phone and once I'd managed to find Matt's phone number, I pressed the device between my shoulder and cheek. His voice sounded cheery when he answered, perhaps even mistaking my urgency call for something completely different.

"Hi 'Lena," he greeted and I could imagine his smile.

"Hi Matt," I gasped, forcing my voice to sound somewhat normal, "do you know where Vicki is?"

"Wha— yeah, of course, she's at the party. You can't miss her. She came as a vampire."

I cursed softly and assuring Matt everything was fine (just stubbed my toe) I ended the call. Stefan was still hot on my heels as I pushed inside the school again. The music was loud, vibrating through my bones and trailing over my skin. I ran a hand along my neck as I quickened my pace. When I pushed through a set of doors, I almost ran straight into Bonnie Bennett.

"Wha— Elena?"

"Bonnie!" I gasped back. "Hey, erm, have you seen Vicki Donovan?"

Bonnie's mouth settled into a pout and her green eyes flashed suspiciously. "Why?"

"I think something really bad is going on!" I whispered.

Somehow my urgency must have sparked her worry. "I— I don't know."

Avoiding a group of drunken seniors, I tried to remember what else had happened in the Halloween episode. Vicki had lured Jeremy to the bus stand, trying to feed on him.

It was also where she was staked to death. Where black veins had littered up her bare shoulders and her hurt brown eyes had met Elena's. I supposed it was a good place to start looking and made a sharp turn side exit.

"Elena—," Stefan started but his voice got caught in his throat, "I smell blood."

"Oh my God! Where?"

"What is going on, Elena?"

"I don't know!" I snapped back. "But knowing your brother, it won't be good. Where does the smell come from?"

"You should stay here."

He was gone the next second and I cursed so foully, several students turned their heads towards me. It didn't bother me the way people staring should bother a teenage girl and I quickened my pace.

Beads of sweat were lining the crown of my forehead. Fear, distress, it made my breath come in quick pants. Tripping over an empty beer bottle, I stumbled onto the bus park, the asphalt ground damp beneath my comfortable sneakers.

There was no one. Large parts of the bus-park were cloaked in shadow, but even so, I found nothing. No blood, nobody, no vampire. Just— Nothing.

The sky above me resembled that of a broken television, dark, with the sporadic forking tail of lightning. It was quiet, almost too quiet, but I could hear creaking from— I wasn't sure really. I didn't think I cared either way and moved through the parking.

Exhaling loudly, I ran my fingers through my hair and dug up my cell. I could try calling Damon, demand what the fuck he did and where he did it, but— he wouldn't tell me.

Telling me would probably take the fun out of it and I cursed, placing the phone on the bonnet of one school bus, raking my fingers through my hair.

I didn't have a different plan and— A scream tore through the air, high and shrill and horrified. It made the hairs on my neck stand up on end and my heart skipped a beat. Truthfully, a scream didn't have to mean anything during Halloween. It probably didn't, but I still hurried in the direction of the sound. It led me into the school's crowded carpark. When another scream cut through the cold air, I finally was able to locate it.

Away from the main street, barely even visible from the front of the school, the visitor's parking lot was dimly lit. My heart was beating wildly when I wound around two closely parked cars. I'd never parked my car at this part of the car park before (most students didn't use it, especially not with the recent attacks), but with the party still going, it was full of cars. Even if it was almost empty of people.

I wasn't sure how I knew, or why I looked towards a cluster of chestnut oaks. I only know that when I looked, something drew my attention. I strained my eyes. Across the car park, clearly silhouetted against the light of a nearby the lantern, a figure was hunched over one of the cars.

I neared slowly, my feet slipping on the damp, scummy pavement. I could hear the rushing of something and the hollow echo of the music from the party, and someone was whimpering. However, from my vantage point, I couldn't tell who it was. I guessed a female — Oh God, Vicki — but her face was thrown in darkness.

"Please, don't— Care— I don't."

"Caroline?" I echoed, suddenly noticing how familiar the silhouette was. "No, it can't—"

But it was. I got close enough, ventured around the car and into the light of the lantern, to see clearly. Blood, rubble and ash was scattered across the broken bonnet of a light Prius. Caroline frozen, her face whipping towards me. She'd been holding onto someone.

A someone who'd fallen to the ground and I recognised Bonnie sprawled on her back and bleeding, only a second later. My brain whirled to a halt and a chocking panic seized me. My blood pounded in my ears and I just— I didn't understand. This— It shouldn't be this way. Caroline looked breathless, the in her eyes red receding and the whites slowly returning.

"Elena?"

It was like she woke up from a haze and my stomach churned in horror. Blood was dribbling down her chin landing between her collarbones and on the purple corset she wore. I curled my fingers tightly around the wrought iron bannister surrounding the carpark (I hadn't even noticed stepping up against it), shivering at the cool metal against my fingers.

"How?" I whispered and looked up to see Caroline's wide and dark eyes. "Since when?"

"You know what this is?"

"It's hard not to," I gasped, my eyes briefly meeting Bonnie's alarmed expression.

I had never known a dark-skinned person to look so pale and this sickly before. Admitted, she didn't turn ashen as so many light-skinned people but she looked horrible nevertheless. And she was bleeding. At an alarming rate too.

"Elena?" She whispered and I pushed past Caroline, falling to my knees beside her.

I barely even felt the gravel scrape open my knees, as Bonnie's body fell forward. I barely even caught her, my arms winding around her waist. There was so much blood and it was getting worse. Pillowing her head on my lap, I pressed my left hand against the gaping wound on her throat.

It did little, and my lips trembled. I wasn't a doctor (had never aspired to be one), but even I could tell something major had been hit. Bonnie's right hand had come up to envelop mine, squeezing. It was beneath my clammy flesh that I felt the limb grow colder and colder.

"We have to do something, Care," I forced out, meeting her eyes slowly, "she's bleeding out."

Caroline's face was whiter than white, the blood so dark against the flesh it looked like ink, "I couldn't stop myself!" She gasped. "Oh my God, I couldn't stop. Oh my God—"

"You can't lose it now!" I gasped. "We don't have so much time."

A quick glance at Bonnie confirmed that last statement. She was still losing blood. Too much really and my hand was slipping over the wet, gory surface of Bonnie's neck. Her eyes had fluttered shut and her breathing had turned shallow. She was catatonic, limb and if I did nothing— I looked up at Caroline again— or where Caroline had been standing, bloodied and monstrous. Her blood could heal her (if she calmed down enough that was). However, she was gone. As was my brief window of opportunity— just gone.

I had never seen anyone die. I'd never been there when someone took their last breath and when Bonnie's breath, her last breath, stirred the fine hairs on my lower arm.

She'd opened her eyes, perhaps somehow a reflex to having your heart take its last beat and half-lidded eyes were staring up at the sky unseeingly. Her fingers slacked around mine and the limb dropped to the ground. Bonnie had stopped breathing.

"Oh my God! Oh my God, she's dead," I whispered horrified and somehow the words coming from my lips made it all the more real. I felt around for my phone, smearing more blood over my nurse costume, but I couldn't find it.

I was sure I had it and I had to forcefully swallow my quickly rising panic. I wasn't doing a wonderful job and it became only worse when a car drew up beside me. Even worse when I recognized that car and I turned furious eyes at the window.

"You!"

The car window rolled down, revealing Damon's dark wavy hair and his large black sunglasses (why was he even wearing those now) and I seriously considered lobbing a stone at his perfect car, hoping it would at least leave a nice dent in the unblemished car's paint job.

God damned monster. Fucking parasite. Murderer. His smile was crooked when he stepped out, his eyes derisively cold. "Hello, Elena. Fancy meeting you again."

"You did this," I whispered. I'd laid Bonnie's body gently on the ground and got to my feet. "You!"

Without thinking twice, I slapped him hard across the face. His face cracked to the side and his cheek blossomed pink beneath the dark red smudge I'd transferred there. It was only satisfying for a second though, as Damon slammed me hard against the bonnet of an SUV. Trapped between the unforgiving metal of the car and his body. He had both my wrist pinned above my head.

"Really, Elena?" He mocked and I tried to kick him where it would hurt most. "That's a very stupid thing to do. What do you think you could honestly do against me?"

"Let go of me!"

"Sweetheart, you mistake me for someone who cares." He drawled coldly.

"People die around you! How could that not matter?" I spit.

"It doesn't," he told me coldly.

I kicked out at his shin. "Let go of me, Damon!"

Sneered Damon did just that and my wrists fell to my sides. "Why did you do this?" I finally asked.

"I'm a vampire. This is what vampires do. Because that is what is normal to us."

"So you ruined Caroline's life and Bonnie was killed, for fun?" I snapped.

"No," he grinned and leaned in so close his breath fanned out over my cheeks. So close, I noticed the splattered dried blood specks on his grey button-up.

He raised a hand to my face. I tried to avert my face when he mockingly brushed a stray lock of hair away from my cheek, smiling sinisterly. "No, Elena Gilbert, I did that entirely for your benefit."

A sudden bout of anger and fury spurred me on and I drew my hand back again. And again my hand cracked across his face. Tears were already rolling down my cheeks and my stomach heaved violently. I fully expected for Damon to hit me back now, especially with the way the black veins littered beneath his eyes.

I might even have preferred it. Preferred him hitting me hard enough to take me out. To let blackness ebb at the edges of my vision.

To have an escape from what was now my nightmarish reality. It didn't happen. Just as he drew his hand back, something fast and blurry entered my vision and Damon flew across the car park. He hit a car so hard, it rolled over and I blinked owlishly.

Elijah stood before me. Even with his back to him, I recognized Elijah Mikaelson. He was in one of his suits, back ram-rod straight and hair combed back. "Damon Salvatore. Baby-vampire turned in the nineteenth century." Elijah greeted.

"Old-and-Creepy," Damon greeted.

I looked at Bonnie again. I no longer cared if Damon lived or died. He was a monster. He was even worse than Klaus. Somehow the show had humanized him. Somehow, I had forgotten how bad Damon had been in the first seasons.

"She's dead," I whispered. "She's dead just because—"

"Damon Salvatore turned his emotions off."

"What?"

"That's what you did, didn't you, little boy?" Elijah drawled. "Turned it off?"

Damon's smile was cruel. "Are you here to punish me for it? Oh my— Poor me."

There must have been something in Elijah's face that triggered his self-preservation. Something that made him take a step back and, in a blur, disappear. I felt something snap inside me, my cheeks burning with anger and incredible heat. With a scream, I kicked at the car. And I kicked at it again, and again, and again—

Until Elijah yanked me away. I hated this. I hated this world. I hated Damon. I hated myself. Everything was so muddled. Everything was blurring together. My thoughts, my feelings, even my reality and I was breaking. I didn't think I'd ever been so angry, so furious, in my entire life. And I didn't know what to do with myself. So I screamed and kicked and bit and tried to get Elijah to let go off me.

He didn't. And I struggled against his arms until my energy hit zero. I sagged in his grip, tears still running down my cheeks. Everything was so muddled— everything I did went so wrong. I actively tried to stay out of Damon and Stefan's way, tried to keep Elena's friends safe by not getting involved with them. And how well did that go— How well did I do—

Caroline was a vampire.

Bonnie was dead.

And I was still stuck inside Elena's body. There was still a steady ache coming from the abrasion on the back of my hand.

There was a first-aid kit in the kitchen.

There was a shower at my home, where I could wash off all the blood.

There was a room where I could hide.

It just wasn't enough. My mind had become a barren, lonely, and unfriendly place. A lonely destructive place, where I had to consider keeping Elena's friends and family safe.

Where I was planning my own sacrifice (which, if everything went right, I would survive) and now it was the place where I could only wallow in self-pity and guilt.

"You'll be all right," Elijah said and surprisingly in every feature, I noticed raw pain.

"No, I won't."

"You will. This isn't your fault."

"This is my fault," I whispered and acid worked its way up my throat. "He did this to spite me."

"Damon's actions are not your own, Elena," Elijah said.

"No," I agreed softly, "but none of this—"

"I should have kept a better eye on you and your own."

"What?" I mumbled, wiping my face gracelessly.

"I gave you my word to protect your family and friends." He whispered. "This shouldn't have happened."

I smiled wryly. "No, none of this should have happened. It didn't originally, but well, I fucked everything up." I mumbled and stared at his face. I couldn't take any misguided retaliation. Any form of lying to my face and I steeled my nerves. I guess you never knew how strong you were, once you had no other choice. "Did you get into contact with your brother?"

"He doesn't know you're alive yet."

"Why not?"

"Because I still need the Moonstone, Elena." He told me and guided me away from Bonnie's body.

"We have to call this in," I whispered. "She can't just disappear. She can't!"

"We will."

He pretty much locked me in the backseat of his black Mercedes and did as he said. Called the cops. I remained in the backseat of his car. Remained there even as Liz Forbes and Grayson Gilbert arrived.

I supposed they'd been together that night (maybe even at a Council meeting) but I didn't care. I just couldn't care about Grayson's feelings at that moment.

I couldn't think about the fact that although I might have saved Elena's parents, I'd not been able to do anything to save her friends. My lips trembled when a stretcher, a white cloth hiding Bonnie's limp body, was loaded into an ambulance and I squeezed my eyes shut.

The shriek of the police cars and the ambulance almost painful to my ears. I had to do something— I just didn't know what anymore…

To be continued…

A/n: I'm evil. Well, I feel evil, mu-hahaha. I think everyone was already waiting for disaster to happen (this is Mystic Falls and bloodshed will ensue) and here it is. Many wondered what Damon would do to lash out at Non-Elena. Many wondered if he would go after Elena's parents, but Non-Elena isn't all that close to them. She likes them, I suppose, but she is always on her guard, which is probably why Damon didn't bother with them. Yet...

As for everyone furious and angry with me— I do have a really good reason for this. Or at least, I can use this. Don't worry, this isn't the last you've all seen from Bonnie Bennett (even if she is no longer alive). Anyway, I think this was a very adequate day, wasn't it? During the first season, Halloween was a bloody one too.

As for Elijah not being on time, let's say he was in the middle of 'tracking Klaus business'. I'm sure he never thought Non-Elena was in much danger because even a blind man could tell both Salvatore brothers had a soft spot for Elena (or her face). However, this is Damon we're talking about. And Damon is an idiot. And a dick. But, I think it is very much into character. Damon gets jealous or furious when he thinks someone is out to get him, or just disagrees with him I suppose and then does something that will choke out any goodwill he had earned. Anyway, I've blabbed enough for now.

Leave a review, like always love to hear of all of you!

This chapter was beta'd by the wonderful HPuni101