What do you mean , Desmemoda attacks Bonnie?"

If looks could kill, Stefan would have dropped dead right then and there at the look Kol shot his way

"Yoy heard me very clear," Kol growled. That being established, he didn't like the way Stefan was talking him.

The members of the Salvatore-Mikaelson family were in the living room of the house as tensions had stared to rise once again. Kol had called a family council to discuss the inappropriate behavior of the oldest Salvatore sibling and of course the most important thing, that Desmemoda dared to attack the woman of his life.

They may have had communication problems in the family but it never crossed the originals siblings minds to harm the spouse of one of their siblings.

Kol let out an angry growl.

"I mean, your crazy psychotic sister dared to attack my girlfriend!"The original roared

Stefan glared at him and was ready to say something when a voice cut him off.

"If I ever heard you talk in this way about my sister ,I'm gonna to rip out you spine and use it as a watch chain. When I'm done with you, blood is going to be the new black"Damon voice dripping with venom, stepping aside.

To anyone on the street, her brother in law's tone would seem perfectly conversational. But Rebelah knew better. She could taste Damon's unadulterated rage on her own tongue as those words settled into her bones.

All eyes fell on the owner of the voice, Damon was sitting in an armchair far from the rest of the family and near the fireplace, his blue eyes were glued to the flame of the fireplace. He listened carefully to Bonnnie's words, how she had found Desmemoda in a bad psychological state and wanted to help her, they talked for a while and the end result was Desmemoda attacking her.

Damon didn't want to believe the story of the witch but deep down he knew the truth. His older sister had indeed attacked the witch but there must have been a very good reason.

The young vampire looked at his husband. Elijah squeezed Damon wrist before sliding his fingers along the back of his hand and gripped his fingers with him own before lacing them together.

"What were you talking about?"

Bonnie frowned and tilted her head as she tried to figure out just what had happened back there in the hallway. She knew more than the witch wanted to know about Desmemoda, she knew it wasn't her secrets to tell but those secrets put their family at risk.

Bonnie sighed and looked down at her half finished tea.

"You know the first thing I learned to do when I found out I was a witch was to read the aura of someone supernatural or human!"She said carefully. "For werewolves first it's white as the moon, for vampires it's black as death and for witches it depends on which bloodline they come from but for Desmemoda it's different..."

Kol pressed closer to Bonnie, obviously offering support.

"From the first day she stepped foot in town, everything about her has been weird. I can't read her aura. I can't feel her whenever she's near me. And for some strange reason, I get an itch when I'm near her.

"Wait what?" Rebekah became instantly puzzled. "I've heard that before, my mother used to say that when a witch gets a weird itch, it's when she.."

"Fuck the itch," Damon hisses, but Elijah just rests a hand on his knee.

Give it another—"

Elijah' words cut off as the front door of the house had swung open with a loud smash and before they could even go to investigate what had caused it a body stumbled through the now opened doors. The body belonged to the oldest Salvatore who was staggering and swaying as she desperately tried to keep her body upright.

"Attacked by...the..he cornered me, knocked me unconscious. I woke up in an ally and he had me tied up. He's already started to cut into my legs and when I woke up he was slashing away at my thighs...it hurts Dami...it feels like my legs are on fire" Desmemoda voice sounded weak and Damon wine in protest when he screeches as he press further down on the shredded flesh of his sister thighs.

"Okay, it's okay. I got you" Damon was worried about the amount of blood seeping from the gashes in his legs.

"Need..I need to..." Desmemoda trailed off, her eyes fluttering dangerously and Stefan's feel his own heart skip.

"Hey, hey, sis. Stay with me. Tell me what you need" Stefam was desperately trying to press down on the wounds while trying to keep her awake.

"For the live of god someone bring a bag blood" Kathrine command watching as Bonnie scrambles to do as the vampire command

"Let bring her to bed, she may be more comfortable l" Elijah add as sank down next to Damon his large hands shaky as he too pressed down on Ara's wounds.

Bonnie walks over and studies the gashes and cuts, "I have never seen anything like this before. This has to be dark magic."

"Make it stop! Make it stop hurting!" Desmemoda starts to thrash around as people try to keep her from moving. She screams over and over again with tears falling faster and faster.

Damon kneels next to Desmemoda as she screams, "Shhh, Isabella. Sweetheart, I'm here. You need to calm down."

She looks up at him with fear and pain, "It hurts, Demi. It hurts so much. Please, make it stop. Please."

Tears start to fall down his face when he hears her pleas, "I will. I will make it stop. Just listen to my voice. Really listen. Relax and listen. You are going to fall asleep, darling. All the pain you feel goes away while you are in my trance. Shhh. Sleep."

She slowly starts to relax and fall asleep. He takes a shaky breath and closes his eyes for a second. Bonnie whispers, "How did he do that?"

Stefan looks over at her, "When she was younger and had night terrors he was the one that got her to sleep. It's like hypnosis. The way he uses a soothing voice had always calmed her."

Bonnie gave Desmemoda the strongest pain potion he could. As she drank it, she watched Bonnie close the curtain around her bed.

Klaus's eyes narrowed. The two of them spoke as if they had known each other for years. Something was going on he was going to find out what it was.

After about an hour, when finally Desmemoda calmed down and everyone left allowing Desmemoda to self-heal.Rebekah helped her to get some new clothes on after she cleaned the old blood off her.

Everyone left the room, leaving the young woman to rest, all of them except for them. The two brothers was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room and looking at the woman lying on the bed, looking at her chest, going up and down to the rhythm of her breathing.

The two brothers silently looked at the woman who had once been their sister, they knew that the then happy, smiling and pure girl had disappeared and in her place had been taken by a powerful, terrifying and dangerous creature.

A creature that threatened their family peace and their life as they knew it, they had fought tooth and nail to build the life they have today and they would do everything to protect her, even kill her. But the idea of harming their own sister brought them goosebumps and dizziness, they knew that their sister was full of secrets and they respected her privacy but every person had their limits.

Damon had rolled his eyes at the attack on Klaus, he knew from firsthand how irritating and unfriendly the hybrid could be, but the first attack in his life was something Damon had never seen before. The blood on the walls, his sister above Klaus' motionless body, her haunted gaze, her hands that trembled.

Of course there were the secret and long meetings with strangers that Desmemoda had had in recent months. He knew about them, Elijah had someone watching Desmemoda from the first moment she set foot in the town, Damon had been angry when he learned what his husband had done but did nothing to stop it. He knew that Elijah had good intentions for this act.

They had to put an end to this inappropriate behavior, if Desmemoda wanted to stay with them she had to learn the family rules.

''We have to do something''

Stefan is less enthusiastic. He indicates to the briefs, pulls a face at Damon , and mutters, "I don't like this!"

Damon scoffed and mumbled ''I don't like this either, but this behavior can't continue! We're going to question her and if she doesn't tell us the truth, we're going to have to leave!''

''What?''Stefan 's voice was breathless, his eyes filled with despair.''You've lost your mind, we're not going to abandon our sister like that, we're going to help her any way we can.''

"Fu—uck I feel like I got hit by lightning," Desmemoda groaned and stretched, hiding her face in pillow. "Wait. Did I get hit by lightning? ''

Blinking sluggishly, Desmemoda sat up, only then noticing that she had apparently used Klaus's bed. Huh. Nice. Confusing, but nice. Why was her huddled together on the bedrrom floor though? She looked at them more closely, saw tears and tear-streaks on all their faces. They looked like messes.

"Fuck what did I miss. Who died?" She asked.

"You," Stefan croaked out before he tackled his sister in a tight hug. "Don't ever do that again."

"Wait, what," Desmemoda' eyes widened, even as she hugged Stefan back.

"I want to say that I saw my sister fainting before my eyes, with her clothes covered in blood and with some nasty scars on her!"Stefan spoke in a low, broken voice.''''What the hell is going on, sister?''

''it's just...complicated," She mutter, avoiding his gaze.

"More secrets I see. God, how many secrets do you have," Damon yells. "First your death, then the your attack at Kaus, and now someone alost killed you. Your my twin, my sister, you used to tell me everything but now it's like everyday I learn something new about you. You and your unlimited supply of secrets."

"Hey!" Desmemoda get defensive. "You lost the privilege of knowing things about my life years ago. As soon as Katherine came along you threw me to the side of the road and completely forgot about me, so you have no right to be angry! And yes were twins and I used to think that meant something but not anymore! What brother doesn't even care enough to check up on their little sister? For all you know I could've really been dead-"

That was the last straw. Stefan quickly turned to face them and bellowed at the top of his lungs...

"BE QUIET! ...BOTH OF YOU! ...or I'll make you get out and walk!"

He'd never shouted like that before, it scared the older siblings a bit, and it nearly made Desmemoda crap herself. Stefan face was twisted into a look of pure rage and it was getting redder by the second.

"Neither of you are helping at all!" He shouted, a little less forcefully this time,but still with immense authority."We'll all sit together as a family and discuss like civilized people and if I hear any complaints, God help me, I'll lock you both in the cellar!"

''So bossy!''replied Desmemoda smirking as she grabbed the bottle to pour herself a drink making Damon raise his eyebrow.''You dont trust me!''

"Have you ever considered that ??" Damon yells back at her. "You come strolling in here, alive, telling us that you are here to help and you just what, expect us to roll over for you like trained dogs? You expect us to just trust the sister we've thought dead for the last century and a half? To not have questions and just listen to everything you have to say?" He brows furrow as he looks at me with angry blue eyes. "That's ridiculous. Because I do have a lot of questions, but it seems to me the only thing you have to offer, are secrets,"

Stefan is the one to speak this time. "Des, we just got you back and we don't want to lose you again!''

Desmemoda scoff at his tone, like he's talking to a baby. "Are you kidding me? Lose me again? Where the hell did you pull that bullshit from? I'm not the same 17 year old girl you left in 1864, I've done things. Things you would never imagine. So don't treat me like a baby, I've killed before and I can kill again.''

"Just like that, huh?" Damon asks her in a calm voice, getting in her face. Desmemoda glance at Stefan, her eyes soft as they meet his green gaze. "Is it true Stef, is that how you really feel?"

Stefan glances at his shoes before looking at Damon. "Honestly sis, I don't know how I feel. But he's not wrong, you are keeping a lot from us. And it's hard to trust you with all of your secrets in the way,"

I'll ask again and I want an honest answer!"

Gritting her teeth, Desmemoda get in his face. "Yes."

Damon watches her for a second before stepping away."How are you still alive?"

"I'm a vampire-witch hybrid."

"Witch?" Stefan asked as he did the same as Damon and took her other hand in his.

"Mother was a witch, only the girls in the bloodline get the powers. I got mine shortly after I was turned" Desmemoda answered.''"I lied, it wasn't Marina who found me when I turned into a vampire, but someone else.""

"Reno..."

For once, she was honest. This was the truth.

"His name was Reno. After the house fire I woke up in a familiar place with a man looking at me. He explained who he was and what had happened, he explained to me that I would have to feed on blood to not die. He was with me on my first hunt, which ended up being the first time I killed someone."

Damon felt his little brother tense next to him. He could not make himself look at Stefan.

"He helped me during my transformation, taught me to control my thirst, helped me understand my magic when I learned about it. I was so terrified when I accidentally set a bouquet of flowers on fire."

"I spent 20 years by his side learning new things I could, he was with me in the worst moments of my life. Reno was with me when I came home to find you but the only thing I found was an empty house"

Desmemoda closed her eyes and thought about the man.

"He was charming, funny, loyal and extremely good looking. Anyways, he wasn't much of a talker so his actions spoke for him. I guess you can say that's what attracted me to him."

Damon felt the muscle in his jaw twitch in that way only someone could set it off.'What changed?"

A thin, cold smile crossed Desmemoda 's face at that. "None of it was real, it was all lies, a mask for the approach, for me to be by his side forever. Reno I is what we could call a collector, he collects people with rare talents and keeps them for himself, a small army for him. He uses them whenever he wants and however he wants and then puts them back in their place, as if they were toys, as if they were inanimate objects."

Desmemoda kept looking at them, waiting for her brothers to say something. But they couldn't. What could they say? Why she told them? Why now?

Stefan's heart hammered against his rib cage, he couldn't quite believe what he had heard"What happened?"his voice cracked slightly.

"What do you mean ,"Desmemoda bit back, "I felt betrayed and alone, the man with whom I spent my life over the years, the man who helped me, was with me in the difficult moments of my life He was simply using me for my strength. That all these actions and words were fake, a simple theater. I left there the night I found out, once again in my life I was alone»

Stefan flinched at Desmemoda's tone and looked down at floor, trying to hide the fact that tears were welling up in his eyes.

The woman turned to look at her twin brother who was sitting in a chair quietly listening to her.She stared at the man for a moment, his face strangely tight, as though he were trying very hard to hide some kind of violent internal struggle.

Desmemoda closed her eyes and winced.

"I traveled everywhere after that but I always had the shadow of the Reno over my head, I knew that one day it would find me and that there was no way I could avoid it. I didn't know what to do or where to turn, I was drowning in my despair, regrets had become my very good friend. I thought I would come and find you and..."

"You know we were alive? You knew this whole time!" Damon looked at her with hurt eyes.

He snatched his hand away as anger overtook her and Desmemoda sighed. "I saw both of you through the centuries." She muttered. "I saw Damon in New York a few decades before and Stefan a year before Damon."

"We don't remember that," Stefan argued, but unlike Damon he didn't seem as angry.

"I took your memories. Reno was after me, if he knew I was related he would try to kill not only me, but you as well." She answered.

"Why not tell us the truth?" Damon asked and the woman heard the hurt seep in.

"I couldn't risk it. I stayed away from my husband for years in case of a risk that may never happen, I wasn't about to do any less for you." She answered.

The sentence didn't just stand in the room with the gravity that it contained. Damon next to Stefan opened his mouth, but the younger Salvatore stands up raised his hand. This simple arrogant gesture prevented him from talking, probably out of total surprise.

Because unlike cliché dictated for Stefan, he was the soft sibling . He usually left all the speeches and screaming to Damon. But in this situation Damon was about to overreact and Stefan was not.

Desmemoda felt Stefan's stare on her. How can you?He seemed to scream at her. No, dear, this is not the same as finding your children smoking in the backyard or cutting class.

It was Damon's turn to stand up, forgetting his whiskey and just wanting to get the hell out of there.

Stefan looked like he was about to be sick. Desmemoda 's voice was so quiet, No one almost didn't hear her. "I'm scared." And from the look in Desmemoda 's eyes, the younger sibling didn't doubt it. She looked scared.

Stefan wrapped his hand around his sister's neck and pulled the older woman face into his neck. She's breathing started to accelerate again, and the younger man whispered,"Breathe."

And she did. Her hands went to Stefan's waist, fisting into the younger man's shirt, her forehead was against Stefan's collarbone,and the younger man could feel her shaking. Quietly, Stefan asked him. "Are you're scared for your life?" The older woman nodded yes, and started to cry.

«What happened with Bonnie?"Damon hesitatingly asked."I know that you are a bitch but also now you wouldn't attack someone unless there was a good reason.

She didn't respond. Thirty more seconds passed.

A minute.

Two.

"I didn't want to attack her, I couldn't control myself at that moment. When I see her, I will apologize to her."

Damon sighed as if he had relieved some tension he didn't know he had been holding

Desmemoda stared up at Damon with eyes filled with mixed emotions. She bit the edge of her bottom lip for a few moments before saying." Lately Bonnie has been having some visions, I know she mentioned it recently, at first she didn't know what it was but she explained to me that she saw me and a man, standing in the middle of a square covered in blood and your bodies dismembered on the ground below. I immediately understood who she was referring to, Bonnie tried to pressure me into telling her about the man, to corner me, you know very well that I don't like that. I lost control and I'm very sorry for that."

""I made a mistake, I should have stayed away from you, I shouldn't have come back. Because of me, you are all in danger now, and it hurts me so much that something could happen because of me, for so many years I was away to protect you, and because for once in my life I decided to do something I wanted, I put you in danger."

Damon saw how her eyes lost her flame as grief and self-hate once more conquered her soul.

"Not only did I put you and the new life you built, I put your family and friends in danger. Elijah and Rebekah must hated me for the pain I caused and Bonnie...""''Desmemoda spat out in desperation as she grasped her hairs in anger. '. How could you even stand to be in the same room as me? I don't deserve any kindness!" This was enough. The Salvatore could not allow her sister to wallow in self-pity any longer.

"Now you stop this Desmemoda Salvatore! You stop this right now!" At Damon harsh tone and intense glare, the oldest Salvatore could only look at him with wide eyes, stunned at the fact that he rarely raised his voice."It's not your fault for what happened at that time, you tried to survive and protect us. Will going to catch that bastard and give him a taste of what's meant to mess with a Salvatore. Now shut up with the whining!"

With a nod, Damon let go of her shoulder and placed his hands in front of her. The three siblings fell into a solemn silence as the two let their thoughts come together.

Elijah walked into Mystic Grill after the conversation with his husband he knew he couldn't go home and for that he went to drink.

The room was dull, spotlights only providing a dim illumination of the space, but the constant thrum of chatter made the room feel alive. The scent of alcohol and something akin to cinnamon filled the air and Elijah was warmed to the bone.

It was the sudden blast of cold coming in through the open door that momentarily captured his attention, his eyes swinging in that direction without a conscious thought.

The original had to do a double-take, his eyes rushing over the long lost body, only allowing a quick glance at the man's face before she intended to focus back on his scotch. But his attention was captured. Elijah eyes flicked back so fast he felt a crick in his neck as her body attempted to keep up. But Elijah wasn't mistaken. There he was Klaus Mikaelson walked into the bar looking at the floor and the older brother could see his anger at watched as Klaus settled himself inside an empty booth, the gloss menu slipping easily between long fingers as the man's mind flicked over the words quicker than Elijah could really appreciate at this moment because of the alcohol.

Elijah knew that today's revelations were difficult for Klaus, the revelation that there is a vampire among them, was strange and shocking for everyone. He couldn't believe how his little brother felt now, for so many centuries believing that he was the only one of his kind and suddenly finding out that he was not alone, it was a shock for everyone. None of the brothers could understand how Klaus felt, none could understand the pain and burning that his body felt every night because of the moon. How lonely and abandoned he felt every time he looked at a pack and wished he had one of his own.

Elijah let his fingers dance in quick succession across the bar top, asking without words for a glass of scotch. He was more than relieved when Matt didn't even comment.

his legs felt like jelly as Elijah made his way towards Klaus. The pounding inside his chest was overwhelming and he was sure it was almost loud enough for the entire room to hear. The journey across the room simultaneously felt like it took forever and didn't take a moment at all. Elijah slipped into the curved booth, deep blood red leather soft and sturdy under his hands, stabilizing him as he felt as if his legs would give out.

Elijah didn't know what to say. Klaus was sitting across from him, Elijah could see the pain and anger in the eyes of the hybrid.

''I spoke with Damon..''

As the words came out of Elijaj's mouth, none of them reached Klaus' ears. The younger brother was lost in thought and anger.

Anger had burned low in his stomach, had coursed through his veins. He was angry with himself, he couldn't understand how this woman had tricked him. How could she have managed to hide such a big secret from the original family and her brothers, how did Desmemoda manage to make him look like a fool. Angry with the woman who dared to put his family in danger, if Desmemoda weren't Stefan and Damon' sister, he would have killed her from the first moment he learned about this Reno.

No one mess with his family and lives.

Apart from anger, the hybrid felt an unprecedented emotion, he had felt it a few times in his life but this time, he could feel fear taking over his mind. He thought he'd experienced fear. When he was a young boy, he had suffered abuse from a violent father, only to be told that the man he called father did not help create him. Once he'd grown up Klaus, as he liked to be called, took it upon himself to make sure others feared him.

He felt fear for his life. This had not been the first time Klaus' life had been in danger. But this time there was a person out there who hold equal or more power than him.

The woman who was inside his house, among his family, the woman who shared his bed on some lonely nights, could kill him with a snap of her finger. The fact that he had irritated her since the first day he met her and enjoyed making her angry was a dangerous thought. Marios thought he could easily kill her if she irritated him and pushed him to his limits, he couldn't count on the fingers of one hand how many times he had snapped her me I just to make her shut up.

Like most boys who enjoyed playing with fire, Klaus wanted to touch. At their first night together they fucked like animals the entire night. Desmemoda rode him the first time, and the man grabbed her's ass so hard, his nails left marks in his skin. He sobered up after the second round and some rest before taking Desmemoda on her back, thrusting with all the anger and indignation he kept bottled up from when Desmemoda used him like a toy. The woman was on her hands and knees next, on her back again, and then in his lap. They did it any way they could, unable to keep their hands off each other. Klaus couldn't think of anything else when Desmemoda kissed his body, and he lost his mind when the woman bit him.

Sex was about power. Klaus always felt powerful in bed. Klaus's partners used to worship his body—they would touch every muscle like they were receiving the Eucharist. Desmemoda touched him like he owned him. Every time Klaus tried to reclaim the throne, The woman's fingers would make him release the crown. They went on like that for hours. Dominance and submission, coming first, coming second, resting long enough to try again, until it became clear they were addicted and could only stop when they surrendered to sleep.

When Klaus woke up the next morning, Desmemoda was gone. Typically, this would be Klaus' favorite way to wake up after a one-night stand and a pleasure he didn't get to indulge in much. People often tried to push their luck, but it never worked. Klaus had many lovers and many friends he kept on call for those nights he needed to be filled. They meant nothing to him.

Desmemoda wasn't going to be one of them.

Klaus gulped his fifth shot of whiskey looking at his brother.""I asked around about this Reno"

Elijah frowns.

"From what I've heard, he's a guy you don't want to have as an enemy. He likes torture and his favorite game is cat and mouse, under other circumstances we could be friends!"

Klaus looks over again and gives Elijah one of his half-smiles, but his lips are a little bit thinner than normal, his posture a little bit tenser. Elijah has the random thought that she wouldn't have been able to notice the difference a few months back.

Still, Elijah doesn't push and Klaus doesn't say anything else. Elijah has noticed some changes in his brother's behavior lately. Klaus was laughing more and feeling more comfortable around his family, the sarcastic comments had decreased but that didn't stop him from teasing his siblings. He started painting again, their sister almost had a heart attack when she saw their brother out in the yard painting. When asked why he had stopped painting, Klaus would answer that he simply had no inspiration.

Klaus was more calm and gentle, his thirst for blood and destruction had diminished, although he still had some outbursts.

If someone asked the family why Klaus' strange behavior, everyone would answer that it was all part of the diabolical plan, the quiet before the disaster, but Elijah knew or at least thought he knew.

If you asked Elijah what was the reason for his brother's change, he would answer with one word: Desmemoda

Ever since Desmemoda Salvatore appeared in their lives, everything changed for everyone.

His husband and brother -in-law got back the sister they thought was little for years, Katherine got back her best friend, Rebelah got a new friend and sister she always wanted, Bonnie found a friend who can understand her and apparently a teacher to help her with her magic. Kol, from the second day of meeting Desmemoda , officially announced that Desmemoda was his best friend as he loves the way she tortured Klaus' and played call of duty with him.

Elijah had understood that Klaus was prepared for Desmemoda.

It was no secret that the entire Supernatural community feared Klaus, he had a reputation for being a cruel and ruthless creature. Everyone wanted to be like Klaus, some women wanted to be like Klaus, but no one had the stamina to do it.

Desmemoda couldn't wait to go toe-to-toe him. The woman was not afraid to lay a hand on his brother, on a daily basis she threw things at his head and cursed at him. They argued about the most trivial things from which cup Desmemoda would use to drink her coffee in the morning to which blood type has the best taste.

Klaus' first and last thought of the day was how he would annoy Desmemoda. Elijah had noticed how Klaus eyes light up every time they fight or how excited he was when he had Desmemoda attention. And of course he had seen the results when Desmemoda 's attention was elsewhere.

It was pathetic how much Klaus had come to begging for her attention . It was entirely hysterical to Elijah how much Desmemoda still despised his brother

Elijah almost snorted.

Klaus eyes glance up to meet Elijah's for one short, vulnerable moment, and woman finds himself frozen there, eyes wide, with just the smallest tic in Elijah cheek. As Elijah stares back at Klaus, it all falls into place, how Klaus always puffs himself up around Desmemoda , striving to establish his superiority but it's never about the superiority, is it? It's all about impressing Desmemoda , showing off for Desmemoda , staying in Desmemoda 's good graces, making Desmemoda happy.

It's all about Desmemoda .

At least, Elijah decides, Klaus is self-aware. He's all rabid, yawning hunger where Desmemoda is cold, precise rage and together... Elijah is honestly terrified of what they might become together.

Of what they might do.

A man had always thirsted for power. Raising by a magic-family in abuse and pain and grow up in the streets he learn how to manipulate, to twist his words into exactly what people wanted to hear, to prod reactions out of people and steal their secrets.

But he never saw fear in her eyes. She was a queen - his queen - and he wished he could be her knight, the one she favors most, but he was nothing more to her than a mercenary, distasteful but necessary.

He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone or anything, he craved for her attention.

So yes, he was very probably imagining things everytime she toucheed him because he was and will always be the man who made her a monster and the man who hunter her dreams. He wanted to taste her lips, her skin, her blood, her climax, her tears and everything that made Desmemoda Salvatore. Well Desmemoda Salvatore.

He wanted her back in his arms. He wished he could hate her, but a part of him still loved her; anytime he saw a painting or picture of her he quit breathing. She was his everything at one point in time and then she took everything from him; made him question everything and He hated her for all of it, but still a part of him could not stop loving her.

He wanted that feeling to go away and decided that if he could break her like she broke him and then kill her it would free him.

The clocks in his head began to turn once again as he looked out the window of his hotel. Tomorrow night the plan began; he smiled as he thought this and raised the glass to his lips.

"Get ready dear," He said, "You are mine Desmemoda Salvatore, only mine and I am going to show you that"

Another chapter of the story is complete and I would like to thank the readers for their support.

I hope you enjoy this chapter and any comments are appreciated.