A/N: It's time to update, and discover what happened after Grace sees Elijah put out of commission by Damon.

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KARMA'S A BITCH

"A little girl seeks revenge. A real woman moves on while karma does her dirty work." ~Unknown Author.

Tears are streaming down my face as I run as fast as my feet could carry me, away from the sight of my brother's desiccated body pinned to the front door. But that wasn't why I was crying though. I knew that Elijah was only temporarily out of the game, thanks to Henrik forewarning me when we first started our journey to Mystic Falls weeks before. But I couldn't let Damon, Stefan or Elena know that I already knew this; It was bad enough that they probably already had dozens of questions ready to interrogate me with the minute we were miles away from the house, now that they knew that Elijah is my brother.

The real reason why I was crying, was because I had finally found another part of my long-lost family. I was excited that Niklaus and I were just one step closer to reuniting again. But when it became clear that that reality was becoming more real by the minute, I realised I couldn't decide if that was a more terrifying aspect or an eagerly anticipated one. Despite what positive feelings or memories I might have shared with you before about Niklaus in the earlier chapters; whether or not this man was my betrothed in another life, he is still a complete stranger to me.

Seriously.

You can't expect me to just take a single glance at him (even if I did remember his face when I eventually see it, like I did with Elijah) and act like everything was going to be sunshine, daisies and those little blue birds from Cinderella singing to her to get her out of bed in the morning and help her get dressed. OR even that messed up cliche where a couple instantly fall in love again at first sight after being separated for a long time, and end up running into each other's arms in slow motion, while Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet Overture is playing in the background.

Ewww! Get real, people.

This is reality!

If I did that for real when I next saw him; Niklaus would probably turn tail and run screaming in the opposite direction!

Real life doesn't work like that. That only happens in cheesy romance novels or in Disney Princess movies where it is expected that the heroine of the movie would find her prince, they'd automatically find true love and get married, without getting to know one another first. For all I know, Niklaus has probably changed a hell of a lot from the man I once knew. Just like I've probably changed from who Gráinne used to be.

I'm definitely the same person who died all those years ago – I regained all my memories of my past life revolving around Elijah – but I believe that I'm probably a lot more cautious than the girl Henrik described to me. Not to mention, more than capable of defending myself in a fight instead of allowing myself to be chased screaming through the woods by a vengeful man whose pride had just been bruised, and being cut down without so much as swinging a fist.

I'd rather go down fighting off the person before I eventually lost the fight.

Still. Time will tell.

I know I still love him; with all my heart and soul. I always will. But I'd prefer to get to know him first on my own terms, instead of picking up where we left off. This time round, I've got friends; who unfortunately were currently running after me as we speak to make me see reason. This was a conversation I was not looking forward to having in the car on the way back to Mystic Falls. But for now, I just needed to keep up the charade that I was shedding angry, distraught tears that Damon had 'killed' Elijah.

Time to earn that Oscar's statue:

"Grace! Wait a minute, please!" A hand grabs my shoulder, and I violently pull away and face the owner. It was Elena. I couldn't work out the look on her face. She was certainly very confused, but I had been expecting to see a look of betrayal there instead of sympathy.

"Go away, Elena. I don't want to discuss this." I warned her, before turning and striding away again. Suddenly, the wind went rushing by my head again; and I found myself being shoved up against Damon's convertible and held in a restraint. I gasped in surprise, and glared into hurt and suspicious icy blue eyes.

"Damon, what are you doing? Leave her alone!" Elena protested, coming over to pull him away from me. She was ignored.

"Why didn't you tell us before that you knew this guy?" Damon demanded. Here goes nothing. I drew in a deep breath to calm myself before responding.

"Because, if you can remember, I was unable to see the faces of my family from my former life. All I saw were blurry faces!" I yelled back. I groped for my bag and pulled my sketchbook free, flipping to the drawing of the 'family portrait' and thrusting it in Damon's face. "Remember this?" I told him. Damon paused, and released me from his grip and took the book from me. He studied the picture again with a steely gaze.

"What are you talking about?" Stefan demanded, looking over Damon's shoulder at my sketch. Elena pulled him aside.

"Grace is an old soul from a thousand years ago. She was once Elijah's sister-in-law; that's what he meant by 'my sister'." She told her boyfriend, who looked at me with disbelief. I reached over and grabbed the sketchbook back from Damon and stuffed it back into my purse.

"It doesn't matter anyway. You've killed him. End of discussion." I stated, firmly. I opened the car door and got into the backseat without a word. Henrik looked at me confusion.

"But you know that—" I put my hand up to stop him from speaking.

"Yes, I know. But for the time being, it needs to be like this. Just trust me." I insisted. Henrik nodded, still looking confused, as I turned my head to look out the car window to see that Damon and Elena having a verbal spat while Stefan acted as referee.

It occurred to me that Elena probably saw this as a repeat of what happened weeks ago to her. She reluctantly came over to follow me into the car. I immediately turned away and stared out of the window, pasting on a furious expression to hide what I was actually feeling: elation because I had finally gotten another brother back, and dread; because, yet again, Damon had put us firmly in the shit and put a vengeful Original vampire on our arses. Thank you, very much! I thought tiredly, and closed my eyes to feign sleep; but ultimately succumbed to it for real.

I woke up just as somebody was carrying me in their arms up the staircase of my apartment block. By the scent of bourbon, leather and the barest hint of blood plus a subtle woody masculine scent invading my nostrils, it was Damon. The anger I had been feeling when he had 'killed' Elijah, had only been temporary and had been forgotten on the car trip back to Mystic Falls.

"Have you calmed down yet?" Damon asked me, obviously knowing that I was awake. I groaned and buried my face into his chest, before lifting my head up when he stopped walking and placed me down in front of my apartment door.

"I'm always calm, and I'm not angry any more Damon." I reassured him, as I fished around in my pocket for my keys. "Doesn't mean however, that I agreed with how you handled the situation." I told him, quietly. Damon looked frustrated with my answer, and I wasn't about to amend what I had said just to make him feel better. When you mess with family, you take what you're given. But unfortunately, sometimes that meant death; something that I'm finding a little hard to swallow.

"What was I supposed to do? Let him kill Stefan and me, then run off with you and Elena?" Damon protested.

I gave him a look.

"No, of course not. You could've knocked him out." I told him, then realised how stupid that sounded to my own ears, and by the look Damon threw me. "Or at least tried." I amended, somewhat lamely.

"Yeah, right. Then who would help me pull my arms out of my ass afterwards?" Damon snorted. We stared at each other for several seconds before we dissolved into uncontrollable laughter. Henrik merely rolled his eyes and fazed through the front door into the apartment. It took a few minutes before we could control ourselves. Then Damon had a sober look on his face. Jokes aside, this was a very serious situation that could've resulted in Elena and I being taken to god knew where.

"Grace." Damon walked over the banister of the staircase and leant against it, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked extremely vulnerable. "You're probably the only friend I have in this town. Please, don't mess with that. I would do anything within my power to protect you … even if it means killing." Damon said. I dumped my purse on the floor with my keys and came over to wrap Damon in a tight hug. He had his faults, but I realised that he only had my best interests in mind.

"You're the best, Damon. Thanks so much for saving Elena and me. I just wished that my brother didn't have to suffer the consequences in order to achieve that." I said, sadly. Damon sighed, before pulling away and kissing my forehead.

"I'll let you get some rest now. Talk to you later." He promised before heading down the stairs.

I huffed and retrieved my keys letting myself inside. I found Henrik staring at the picture of our family, smiling wistfully. Then inspiration struck me. Without speaking a word, I grabbed my sketchbook from my purse and one of my sketching pencils and immediately sat down on the couch. I turned to the page I had angrily thrust into Damon's face minutes after he had staked Elijah, and after he and I faced off about me not being upfront about my sibling relationship with an Original vampire.

"What are you doing?" Henrik asked, when he heard the scratching of the lead of my pencil on paper. I didn't respond, trying to picture Elijah's face from this afternoon, and from my renewed memories. It only took a couple of minutes but the finishing result was Elijah's now perfectly clear face looking sombrely back at me from the page. "Why did you do that?" Henrik asked me, frowning a little at the random addition to the picture.

"Because that's what I'm going to do when we reunite with each one of our family members. I'm going to fill in their faces in both my sketchbook and on this painting." I told him, as I got up from the couch and dashed over to the canvas hanging on the wall beside my bedroom door, and pulled it down. I snatched up my art materials and filled in Elijah's face on the canvas. I frowned. "How long does it take for an Original vampire to reanimate, I wonder?" I asked Henrik rhetorically, around the paintbrush I had clenched between my teeth.

My youngest brother shrugged.

"I would not have a clue, Grace. I'm just glad my family is returning, and reuniting at last." He told me, grinning from ear to ear. "And I'm relieved that you are safe." He added.

"So am I. I almost forgot how ferocious Elijah can be when he's angry." I said, cringing at a specific memory that came to mind. Henrik came over and stood beside me while I used a delicate paintbrush to fill in Elijah's aristocratic features on the canvas.

"So you really remember all the memories you used to have of Elijah when you were Gráinne?" He sounded a little wary, and I looked at him; feeling disappointed that he was doubting it.

"It would be a really stupid lie if I didn't, Henrik." I told him, forthrightly, sticking my paintbrush behind my ear and sitting back to allow the canvas to dry. Then I giggled at a particularly fond memory, attracting his attention almost immediately.

"What?"

"Nothing. I was just remembering when he and Niklaus were having that mock swordfight. Remember?" I turned to Henrik, who frowned momentarily.

"You mean that one where you joined in after a while, and Father caught us and started getting aggressive with Niklaus?" Henrik looked a little wary of bringing up our memory, and I bit my bottom lip.

"Yeah, up until when Mikael burst in and ruined our fun." I confirmed. Henrik brightened a little.

"That was great."

"Think we can conjure up that memory in our sleep like that time we saw Niklaus in those creepy woods during the full moon?" I asked him, curiously. Henrik shook his head.

"I think that dream we shared back at the motel room was a fluke. A onetime thing." Henrik told me. I pouted in disappointment. "Sorry, it would've been cool to take a trip down memory lane." He admitted. My phone rang, causing both of us to jump, and I frowned at it like it was a particularly nasty type of bug that needed to be squished quickly. I reached for it and checked caller ID.

"Unknown caller?" I frowned and used my thumb to answer the call. "Hello, who might I ask is calling?" I stated, politely but cautiously.

"Hi, Grace. It's Stefan."

"Stefan? What's wrong?" I replied, not bothering to ask how he got my number. Odds are, he probably stole Damon's phone and searched through it till he found my number.

"Hang on, I'll put you on loud speaker." He told me.

"Okay?" I waited, listening to Stefan fumbling around with his phone.

"Just letting you know that Rose is here. She wanted to tell us something important. I figured that you'd probably wanted to know." Stefan told me. I exchanged glances with Henrik, who looked just as curious.

"What is there that she could possibly have to tell us. Elijah's dead, I'd say case closed." I scoffed, hating myself for lying about Elijah being dead.

"Probably because this isn't over." Rose's voice came over the line. I frowned.

"What do you mean 'it's not over'?" Stefan asked her.

"What more could there possibly be?" I agreed. Rose sighed, sounding extremely reluctant to answer. Or at least, that's what it sounded like; Stefan had the visual of Rose.

"It's isn't over. The Originals, they'll come for her. They have to. They're doing it for him." Rose told us.

"For who?" Stefan coaxed her to reveal who my family were intending on taking Elena to. But both Henrik and I already knew.

"Klaus." Rose replied, succinctly.

Henrik and I looked at each other with a mixture of shock and excitement. Then I also felt some dread. Elena might have been a pain in my arse lately, but I also didn't want her to die. On the other hand, what had happened to Niklaus – or Klaus as he apparently went by now – was unfair and should never have happened in the first place.

I was in between a rock and a hard place, and I didn't like the feeling.

"Grace? Are you still there?" Stefan sounded urgent. I sighed.

"Yeah, I'm still here. This 'Klaus' guy sounds like bad news." I fudged an answer. Henrik nodded, understanding that I was playing along. "Thanks for telling us this, Rose. It'll help us with protecting Elena better." I thanked her.

"You're welcome." Rose sounded confused, and also a little afraid of me. Why I had no idea. I had no power over her; I was no vampire. I know I'm technically a Mikaelson; but it's not official until I get the rock on my finger.

"I gotta go. It's late, and I'm still tired from what happened today." I said, laying it on thick on purpose so that Rose understood that I was not happy. "Stefan is it alright if I come round tomorrow to help break it to Elena?" I enquired.

"I was actually about to ask. You beat me to it." Stefan replied.

"Awesome. I'll see you then." I rang off, and turned off my phone; setting it to charge. I checked the clock again. Elijah must have reanimated by now.

I smiled; I couldn't wait to see him again.

There was so much we needed to catch up on.

I got up a little earlier than I planned, and after a quick rinse in the shower, a take away mug full of tea and an untoasted chocolate pop tart later; I drove myself deliberately to the Gilbert's first, catching Elena just in time coming out of the house and heading for her car. Henrik once again opted to stay home, as he wasn't interested learning information he was already well informed of.

I honked my horn at her, and she approached the passenger side door, frowning at me with confusion.

"Grace? What are you doing here?" Elena asked. I gave her a thin smile.

"I got a phone call from Stefan last night. He said to come round to the Boarding House because there was something important he needed to tell us about." I lied. Elena looked surprised.

"Really? He called and said the same thing to me too." Elena stated.

"Hence why I'm here, and not already at the Boarding House." I opened the passenger side door. "Jump in, it'll save petrol if I take you." I suggested. Elena nodded and walked around my car to the passenger side and got in. I noticed her necklace was back around her neck. "Got your necklace back?" I asked, and Elena clapped a hand on it, smiling.

"Yeah, Damon found it and gave it back." She told me. The frown deepened, it was unusually nice of him.

"How surprising." I stated. Elena quickly changed the subject.

"How are you, by the way?"

"Spectacular. Why do you ask?" I asked, a little confused. Elena looked guilty and I immediately realised that she was referring to my reaction to what happened to Elijah yesterday. Since I knew that he was most definitely up and plotting revenge right about now, it had barely crossed my mind.

"Damon killed your brother yesterday." She reminded me, and I faked a grimace.

"Oh, that. The pain comes in waves, but I'm slowly getting over it." I let my voice wobble a little, and sniffed for effect. "Can we change the subject, please?" I asked, inwardly laughing at how pathetic I sounded.

Elena nodded sympathetically.

"I understand." I drove up the Salvatore driveway, and parked my car as Elena hopped out and walked towards the front door. She knocked and Damon answered looking a little surprised to see me, since Stefan had already broken the news to me about Elena's upcoming fate.

"Hello, Elena. Hello, Grace." Damon greets us both before stepping aside to let us passed. I smiled at him, before walking into the parlour. Elena pauses and looks at Damon for an explanation.

"Is Stefan here? He called. He said it was important." She stated. Damon nodded.

"Right this way." Elena follows him further into the house, just as Stefan walks down the stairs and sees both of us standing with Damon. I could tell that Elena was a combination of worried and curious about what the brothers had to say to her. I couldn't help but wonder what her reaction would be when she learns that the strongest, most powerful vampire in the world was looking for her, so he could sacrifice her in a ritual that would restore his werewolf heritage.

"Hey." Stefan greets Elena and me warmly, but he only had eyes for Elena, which made me roll my eyes and move to stand next to Damon so I could give the lovebirds a moment together.

"I know right?" Damon muttered loud enough for both Stefan and I to hear. Stefan glanced up and gave his brother an unamused glare, which Damon returned with an innocent but defiant smirk back. I sighed.

"One of these days, we're going to have to stuff the both of you in a room and let you fight it out." I muttered, before walking over with Elena to take a seat.

"What is this about?" Elena asked, scowling at me for the comment. I ignored the look in favour of focusing on Rose who entered the room looking sheepish. "You." She said, turning the scowl onto the 500 year old vampire who had brown-nosed Elijah yesterday.

Rose grimaced.

"Okay, you have to understand I only know what I've picked up over the years and I don't know what's true and what's not true." She explained to both Elena and myself; although everybody believed that this information was only for Elena's benefit. Only Rose and I knew that this information affected me as well, since I was romantically linked to the man who was out for Elena's blood. "It's the problem with all this vampire crap, but Klaus; I know he's real." She told them.

You bet your arse, he's real…

I smirked at Rose knowingly, causing her to avoid looking in my direction looking uncomfortable. Elena nodded at the information.

"Who is he?" She asked.

"He's Elijah's younger brother; one of the Originals." I jumped in and explained. Everyone except Rose looked at me with astonishment.

"How do you know that?" Damon asked.

"Elijah said so yesterday when he hinted to Elena and me, that he wasn't a very patient person. I put two and two together." I offered them a half-truth. I wasn't prepared to give them the real reason why I knew who Niklaus was. I wasn't afraid of their reactions, it was more I wasn't prepared to listen to their accusations. Rose nodded, backing me up.

"He's a legend."

"From the first generation of vampires." Stefan surmised. Elena frowned with confusion.

"Like Elijah?"

"No. Elijah was the Easter Bunny compared to Klaus. More like a foot soldier. Klaus is the real deal." Rose corrected him, uneasy. I was impressed and a little wary of how Niklaus was described. It seemed that my family had to make a few changes from how they used to be since I died. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what they had to do to get where they were today.

"Klaus is known to be the oldest." Stefan added, making Elena look alarmed by this new information.

"Okay, so you're saying that the eldest vampire in the history of time is coming after me?" Elena stated, while I rolled my eyes at the inaccuracy. Niklaus was definitely the strongest and the most powerful (once he had his curse removed), but he wasn't the eldest. That much I did know even if I still couldn't remember my other siblings except for Elijah and Henrik.

Rose hesitated, making me look at her questioningly.

"Yes and no." She responded and I gave her a warning look, realising what she was attempting to do while Damon, Stefan and Elena were focused upon Rose, so they couldn't see my panicked reaction to her response. But Rose was defiant.

"What do you mean?" Elena wanted to know.

"Yes, Klaus is coming after you. But you're not the only person he is searching for." Rose explained. I started to panic, which made Damon and Stefan turn and look at me with surprise and suspicion.

"Grace? What's wrong?" Stefan asked, concerned.

"Yeah, your heart rate just skyrocketed. What gives?" Damon came over and crouched in front of me, taking one my hands in his and making an attempt to calm me down. But I didn't want a bar of it. I immediately got up, and headed for the fireplace, ignoring the slightly hurt expression on his face.

"Who else is Klaus searching for?" Elena asked, earning an appalled look from Damon when she easily dismissed the fact that I was practically hyperventilating. I immediately turned on her.

"Does it matter?" I snapped. Stefan frowned and moved to defend his girlfriend's seemingly innocent comment.

"It does if we need to go and find this person and protect them from Klaus." He stated. I frowned at him.

"What makes you think that that person would even need protecting? You don't even know why Klaus is searching for them." I protested, trying to move away from the topic. But it was too late. The seed of curiosity had already been planted and it was starting to grow roots. My comment earned me some suspicious looks from Damon, and confused looks from Elena and Stefan. Rose moved in for the kill

"The person that Klaus is searching for, apart from the Petrova Doppelgänger, is someone he lost a thousand years ago." I froze. "Somebody he loves with all his heart." Rose told the three of them, as she turned and looked at me sadly and unapologetically. Elena, Damon and Stefan looked over at me with confusion.

"Why is she staring at you like that, Grace?" Elena asked, looking concerned. "Do you know who that person is?" I scoffed, a little insulted that neither she nor Damon had figured it out yet.

"I'm surprised you haven't put two and two together, Elena. You've seen a picture of him already. Albeit, his face is blanked out." Elena's eyes widened in realisation, as did Damon.

"No…" Elena whispered. Immediately, I made a desperate bid for freedom; unable to be in the room any longer. But I was intercepted by Damon who flashed in front of me. He had a hard accusing expression on his face.

"What's going on?" Stefan asked, frustrated with the lack of information. Damon seized me by the shoulders and spun me on the spot, leading me back over to the couch and sitting me back down.

"Grace is the other person Klaus is searching for. She is the reincarnation of his lover and fiancée from a thousand years ago." Rose explained.

Stefan looked shocked.

"What? How is this possible?" He asked. Damon was still staring at me with concern.

"How are a lot of things possible, Stef? Point is, it's happening and needs to be dealt with." Damon stated matter-of-factly while focusing on me. I threw him a hard look.

"Like you dealt with Elijah, you mean?" I asked him. Damon scowled at me.

"Why didn't you tell us before, Grace?" He demanded. I looked at him in confusion.

"Tell you what?" I asked him.

"Are you afraid of him? Is that why you didn't tell us?" Stefan asked, also coming over, leaving Elena's side momentarily (much to her dismay) to sit beside me on the couch's armrest. Rose remained where she was standing near the fireplace, observing with a serious expression on her face.

"Afraid of him? Why would I be afraid of somebody I've never met before?" I protested. "He's a complete stranger to me. I don't need to be protected from him."

"Yeah, right." Damon snorted. I looked at him, with disbelief.

"Why would someone who loves me with all his heart, and has been searching for me for a thousand years want to harm me?" I reasoned.

"Because Klaus is ruthless and possessive, and will stop at nothing to get what he wants. And he always gets what he wants." Rose explained gravely.

"That doesn't explain why I need protection." I pointed out, frowning. Damon got to his feet and started pacing as Elena stepped forward towards him.

"Why does she need protecting, I'm who's gonna get sacrificed." Elena protested. I threw her a dirty look, as did Damon and Rose while Stefan looked a bit taken aback. Damon got into her face.

"Yeah, but you're also not engaged to a rumoured raging psychopath!" He spat at her.

"And neither am I!" I retorted, still protesting. Damon snorted. "You don't even know him, for God's sake. None of us do." I told him.

"That's a crock of shit, and you know it!" Damon stated. I opened my mouth to argue further, but he spoke over me. "What they're saying, I mean if what she's saying is true…"

"Which it is." Rose confirmed confidently. Damon threw her a withering glare.

"And you're not saying it so I don't kill you." He asked.

"Which I'm not." Rose insisted. Damon snorted, disbelievingly.

"Then we're looking at a solid maybe." He suggested, clearly in denial about all of this.

"Look, Elijah's dead, right? So no one else even knows that Elena exists, or that Grace is even alive." Stefan pointed out, trying to defuse the tense situation.

"Not that you know of." Rose interjected. Damon glared at her again.

"That's not helping." He insisted. Stefan immediately intervened, not wanting Damon to start fighting with the older vampire.

"Look, I've never even met anyone who's laid eyes on him. I mean, we're talking centuries of truth mixed with fiction. We don't even know if he's real." Stefan pointed out. "For all we know he could just be some sort of stupid bed time story." Both Rose and I snorted.

"Oh, he's definitely real. I've got the memories and absurdly vivid dreams to prove that." I promised them. Elena scowled at me in accusation; probably believing that I had somehow deceived her and had another agenda. If that was the case, she needed to grow up and fast.

"And he doesn't give up. Like I told you before, if he wants something, he gets it." Rose insists. "If you're not afraid of Klaus, then you're an idiot." Damon threw her a look.

"Alright, we're shaking. I think you've made your point." He told her, obviously unimpressed and very much irritated with this entire situation.

Elena got to her feet.

"Where are you going?" Stefan asked her. Elena avoided eye contact.

"School. I'm late." She told him. Stefan moved for the stairs.

"Let me grab my stuff, I'll go with you." He offered, but Elena shook her head.

"It's okay. I know where it is." Elena said evenly, before walking out of the Boarding House. I walked over to him.

"You better follow her. She's forgotten that I drove her over here." I told Stefan, who nods at me and flashes upstairs and down in a blink of an eye.

"Thanks." He yells to me as he leaves.

"You're welcome." I mumbled as I closed the door behind him. I headed back to the parlour, in time to hear Damon mutter to Rose as I passed them:

"She's in denial." I flopped down on the couch.

"Shut up, Damon." I mumbled, shutting my eyes. I was regretting waking up early this morning. I unzipped my boots, pulled them off and curled up on the couch. Damon came over and crouched down in front of me.

"You okay?" He asked quietly, smoothing back my hair from my face. I opened my eyes to look at him, and shook my head closing my eyes again.

"Not really. I've got a bit of a headache." I told him.

"Here. Sit up." I felt Damon scoop his hands around my legs and back and pulling me onto his lap. I heard the familiar crunch of fangs cutting through flesh, and smelt the familiar metallic tang of blood in my nose. "Drink some." Damon suggested.

I shook my head.

"No, Damon. I just need to have a nap." I reassured him, and attempted to get off his lap and back on the couch. But Damon just tightened his grip around my waist.

"Humour me." Damon insisted and re-opened the wound on his wrist. I sighed and grabbed his wrist, wrapping my lips around the blood and taking a few sips. "Keep going. I'll tell you when to stop." He told me, sternly. I rolled my eyes and continued drinking. I glanced around the room, and realised that Rose had disappeared. Eventually, Damon pulled his arm away from my mouth, and I started to feel drowsy. Damon stood up, cradling me in his arms and I lay my head on his shoulder, starting to nod off. Next thing I knew, I was lying on the world's most comfortable bed with a familiar scent on the pillow. "Have a nice rest, sweetheart." Damon whispered in my ear, and his lips grazed my temple.

A/N: Next chapter will feature Elijah; back for revenge against Damon, and to catch a glimpse of his long-lost sister.

TTFN xx