All I Need

 

Chapter 1

 

Mystic Falls, Virginia.

 

It looked like such a small quiet town.  Why her sister would ever come here was beyond her, but then again, big sister always did like places like these.  It was so beautiful, the colorful trees gave the town life, nature at its finest.  Violet arrived in the town square and looked to the side, seeing a small establishment with people lurking. 

 

Perhaps they would know where she could find her sister? 

 

It was worth a shot as Violet pulled into one of the parking spaces and cut the ignition, sitting there for a few minutes to recollect her thoughts.  She looked in the rearview mirror, having long loosely curled auburn hair with glowing hazel eyes, which were currently outlined in black liner.  Applying some clear gloss to her lips, Violet stepped out of the car and headed inside to get some answers.

 

Wearing short black shorts, it went two inches above the knee with a wine colored top that was one sleeved and stretched across her chest.  The material was chiffon and flowed down past her hips in a cut design.  Her hair was currently piled up on top of her head, a few tendrils framing her angelic face.

 

Violet pulled open the door to the building and stepped inside, the small fireplace instantly catching her eye.  It was a very cozy and Violet didn’t smell any danger in the air, which was a good thing because that’s the last thing she wanted.  Heading straight to the bar, Violet sat down on one of the stools and crossed one leg over the other, ordering a strawberry daiquiri from the bartender.

 

“Wow, who is that?” Matt Donovan commented, sitting at the table with his friends, all of them nursing beers.

 

Tyler Lockwood smirked, shrugging. “Not sure, never seen her before around here.” He took a long swig of his longneck, turning away from the stranger, already smelling something different about her. “Look I gotta get going.”

 

“Another late night rendezvous with Date?” Matt teased, nudging his friend and finished off his own longneck, throwing both glass bottles in the trash.

 

“Something like that.” Tyler tried not to smile and failed miserably. “Shut up, man.  I can’t help that I like hanging out with her.”

 

“You need to make your move and get it over with already.” Matt stated, shaking his head. “Dathan is obviously into you or she wouldn’t want to hang out with you.”

 

Sighing, Tyler knew Matt was right, but it wasn’t simple either.  Granted, he knew Dathan felt something for him, but she made it perfectly clear she just wanted to be friends.  Dathan recently got out of a three year relationship with what would’ve been her high school sweetheart, Murray, so she needed time to readjust.  As hard as it was, Tyler was patient enough to wait until she was ready to get back on the dating trail again.

 

“She needs time and I’m giving it to her.” Tyler said simply, pulling his jacket on and straightened the collar. “Tell Caroline I said hi.”

 

Matt smiled, nodding. “Will do, man.” They shook hands and Tyler exited the bar, leaving Matt standing there looking at the stranger again.

 

Violet twirled the straw in her drink thoughtfully while listening in to the different conversations that surrounded her.  So far, nothing stood out regarding her sister and Violet was starting to think maybe this was a waste of time.  She downed half of her drink, ready to leave, when she felt a presence come up behind her.

 

“Can I get you anything else?” Matt asked politely, holding a tub full of dishes that he’d just cleared from a table nearby.

 

Slowly turning her head, Violet smiled sweetly as hazel locked on baby blue, considering the boy. “Actually, yes you can.” Turning to fully face him now, Violet suddenly had him in a trance, compelling him. “I’m looking for my sister, Rose.” Whipping out a picture from her wallet, Violet waved it at the blonde. “Have you seen her anywhere?”

 

Matt was about to say something someone stepped in front of him, severing the compulsion. “There’s no reason to do that to my boyfriend, lady.” A pretty curly blonde with deep blue eyes stated heatedly, folding her arms in front of her chest in a huff.

 

Just by her scent alone, Violet could tell this was a local vampire and slowly stood up from the stool, nodding. “Very well, shall we talk outside then?” She asked kindly, already walking past her toward the exit, not giving the blonde much of a choice.

 

Caroline frowned, wondering who this new vampire in town was and looked back at Matt, seeing he was still somewhat dazed from the compulsion. “Stay here.” She ordered, following the woman outside.

 

“I’m looking for someone.” Violet cut right to the chase, still holding her sister’s picture and raised an eyebrow when the blonde hesitantly came toward her. “You’re very wise to be cautious.”

 

Caroline shoved her hands in the back pockets of her blue jeans, nodding. “Who are you looking for?” She asked, deciding this stranger didn’t pose a threat, yet.

 

“Fantastic, you’re going to be cooperative.” Turning the photo over, Violet held it up and showed the blonde, not showing any emotion. “Have you ever seen this woman?”

 

Caroline’s eyes widened at the sight of the picture, her mouth slightly hanging open. “Yes, yes I have.” She didn’t really know the woman in the photo, but knew she’d stayed with the Salvatore brothers for a little while.

 

Snatching the photo out of the blonde’s hand, Violet stepped toward her, squaring her shoulders. “Where is she?” She demanded, hazel eyes flashing, ready to kill whoever concealed her sister.

 

There was no way Caroline was putting her neck on the line for this, even though she already knew the answer. “Try the Salvatore house.  It’s deep in the woods; I can give you the directions.” She offered, hoping this vampire just went quietly and remained peaceful. “As long as you stay away from my boyfriend, Matt.”

 

“The blonde?” When Caroline nodded, Violet smiled almost sweetly, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Deal, where is this place located?”

 

Caroline gave her directions to the Salvatore house and watched as the woman got in her car, driving away from Mystic Grill.  She didn’t appreciate her boyfriend being compelled and was tempted to rip the woman’s head off, but something told Caroline that would’ve been a mistake.  She smelled…different, older even and Caroline knew better than to try killing a vampire that walked the earth before her.

 

“Everything okay?” Matt asked, stepping out of the grill to check on Caroline.

 

“Yeah, it’s fine.  Are you almost done with your shift?” Caroline asked, walking up to Matt and kissed his lips softly.

 

“Yeah, just clocked out actually.” Matt wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his forehead against hers. “So, what’s going on tonight?”

 

It was Friday night and Caroline loved the night because of the nature of who she was. “We’re going into the woods for a bonfire with everyone.” She stated, looping her arm through his and guided him to his truck. “Just follow me.”

 

Violet pulled up to the Salvatore house about fifteen minutes later, doing the speed limit since she didn’t know how tight authority was around Mystic Falls. “Hmm cozy.” She commented softly, cutting the ignition and stepped out, heading to the front door.

 

While Stefan was out gallivanting with his girlfriend, Elena, Damon Salvatore remained at home alone, staring into the fire.  He swallowed down more bourbon, having the bottle right beside him, trying to drink his pain away.  Just because he was a vampire didn’t mean he didn’t feel emotions like a human did.  The only way not to feel pain was to give up his humanity completely, which wasn’t happening.    

 

A knock on the front door made his eyes snap open, his head slowly turning and could sense a new presence he wasn’t familiar with.  Standing, Damon walked out of the living room/parlor and up the few stairs, heading for the door.  It was late at night so, chances were, this wasn’t a human he was about to greet, wondering if he should even bother opening the door.

 

Damon was glad he decided to answer it at the sight of a small petite girl standing before him, leaning against the doorframe. “Can I help you with something?” He somewhat demanded, her scent mouthwatering.

 

“Is Rose here?”

 

His face instantly turned darker and Damon instantly had his guard up, electric blue eyes instantly narrowing. “Depends, what do you want with her?” He figured a little white lie wouldn’t hurt in order to gain some information about this woman.

 

Violet wasn’t screwing around and suddenly had the man by the throat, shoving him full force away from her and watched impassively as he skidded to the floor. “I don’t play games.” She stated, stepping inside the house and kicked the door shut behind her, her eyes never leaving him. “I’m only going to ask you this one more time and then things are going to turn really ugly for you.  Where is Rose?”

 

Damon was on his feet instantly, not believing this small thing had so much power and he could feel it radiating from her. “You’re in MY house, show some respect.” He shot back derisively, squaring his shoulders.

 

“Hmm no I don’t think I will.” Without warning, Violet pulled a gun out from behind her back, having it tucked in her back pocket and aimed it at him. “These are wooden bullets and I will lodge every single one of them into you if you don’t tell me where she is.” It wasn’t a threat, it was a promise.

 

Damon had definitely overestimated this girl and held his hands up, deciding to reason with her instead of using violence. “There’s no reason for that.  Put it away and I’ll tell you.” He stated, raising a thick black eyebrow. “Come sit down and have a drink.  I’ll tell you everything.” He really didn’t want to be shot with wooden bullets, not tonight.

 

Violet eyed him skeptically; wondering if this was a trick and slowly lowered the gun. “Lead the way.” She wasn’t walking ahead of him, Violet wasn’t that stupid.

 

Damon led her to the parlor, noticing the gun was still in her hands and could tell this girl didn’t trust anyone easily.  That probably meant she’d been around for quite a long time, especially if she was searching for Rose.  The more Damon looked at her, the more drawn he felt and couldn’t understand why.

 

“Would you like a drink?” He asked cordially, pouring himself another tumbler, this time choosing Jack Daniels.

 

“No thank you.” Violet didn’t trust he wouldn’t try spiking her drink with vervain or something else that would immobilize her, hazel eyes narrowing slightly. “So where is Rose?”

 

“Before I answer that, I want to know what you want with her.” Damon said, a little more calmly this time around, no hint of sarcasm in his tone.

 

“You’re very brave considering I’m the one holding a gun with wooden bullets.” Violet pointed out evenly, deciding to place it on the table in front of them as a sign of good faith. “It’s just very important that I find her.”

 

“Are you working for Elijah?” Damon demanded, downing half of his tumbler, not taking his eyes from her.

 

“Heavens no!” Violet shook her head, fear filling her eyes almost instantaneously. “Elijah has hunted her down for centuries along with Klaus.  I would never think to betray her that way.  Now where is she?”

 

This intrigued Damon immensely, though he tried to not show it. “You know about Elijah and Klaus?”

 

“Of course I do, boy.” Violet stood up with her drink, downing all of it and slammed it on the table, picking her gun up again. “I know all about the Originals.”

 

“Boy?” Damon snorted, wondering who the hell this little girl thought she was calling him something so bleak. “Let’s get one thing straight, GIRL; I’m far from a boy.”

 

Violet smirked, knowing she struck a nerve with him. “When you prove to me you’re an actual man, maybe I’ll consider calling you something else.  Until then, BOY, it’s time to start talking before I decide to become vicious again.”

 

Damon could tell she wasn’t kidding, the look in her eyes deadly and the sound of the gun clicking back telling him he was running out of options. “Tell me more about the Originals first.” He cried out in pain when she shot him seconds later, right in the tibia, blood gushing out. “WHAT THE HELL, LADY?”

 

“That’s strike one.” Violet clicked the gun back again, debris flying out. “You have two left before I kill you.”

 

“Noted.” Damon grunted out painfully, pulling the wooden bullet out of his shin and breathed in and out sharply. “I-I’ll tell you…”

 

“Wise decision.” Violet sat back down, crossing one leg over the other and leaned back, the gun resting comfortably on her lap. “Now answer my question or I will tear you limb from limb.”

 

Damon knew he didn’t have a choice, feeling the hole in his chin slowly start healing, but didn’t get to his feet, leaning his elbow against his knee. “Rose is dead.” He admitted finally and groaned when the petite thing suddenly had him on his back with her hand wrapped around his throat, choking him.

 

“YOU’RE LYING!” Violet roared, holding the gun right to his temple, ready to pull the trigger. “TELL ME THE TRUTH!!”

 

“I AM!!” Damon growled out, not believing how much strength she had because he couldn’t fight her off, especially not wounded. “I’m telling you the truth because I staked her MYSELF!!”

 

Violet was trembling by now, pressing the gun harder into his temple, wanting to blow his brains out with the wooden bullet as tears filled her eyes. “Why?” She demanded through gritted teeth, squeezing his throat a little more. “WHY?”

 

“To put her…out of her…misery…” Damon grunted out in between breaths, aquamarine flashing dangerously at him.

 

Releasing his throat, Violet flew several feet away from him, still having the gun in her hand in case he tried attacking her.  Rose was…dead?  It couldn’t be!  It wasn’t true!  Violet swallowed hard and had to sit down, blinking as a few tears slipped down her cheeks while the owner of the house slowly got to his feet.

 

“I should kill you right here and now.” Violet growled, wiping her tears away angrily and stood up, shoving Damon right back down before he could get up, her steel toed boot pressed against his throat. “But I won’t.” She lifted her boot, letting him breathe again and tucked the gun away. “Thank you for telling me the truth.”

 

Turning, Violet flew to the front door and left, slamming it behind her as the tears really started to fall.  It wouldn’t be long before the vampire healed and came after her, so Violet had to get as far away as possible.  Tossing the gun in the passenger seat, Violet started the car and drove away, crying her heart out.

 

Chapter 2

 

When Stefan got home, after dropping Elena off, he was surprised to see splatters of blood on the carpet, raising a brow. “What did you do now, Damon?” He groaned, watching as his brother downed the rest of his current drink.

 

“Had a visitor earlier tonight.” Damon replied sarcastically, leaning back against the couch, completely healed. “How was YOUR night?”

 

“Who was it?” Stefan ignored his brother’s question for the moment, eyes narrowed. “Somebody to do with the Originals?”

 

“Not exactly.” Damon stood up to refill his tumbler, wondering if it was even worth bringing this up to Stefan. “It’s no big deal.  I’ll handle it.”

 

Stefan flew over to stand in front of his big brother, refusing to let anything slide right now with the Originals breathing down their necks. “Damon, if this is about the Originals, you need to tell me.” He stated evenly, not wanting any secrets between them. “Now isn’t the time not to trust me.”

 

“It has nothing to do with the Originals.” Damon stated, walking around Stefan to go sit down on the couch, already planning on tracking down the violent bitch and ripping her throat out for attacking him. “It was about Rose since you want to know so badly.”

 

“Rose?” Now Stefan was intrigued, folding his arms in front of his chest. “What about her?”

 

“That’s what I plan on finding out as soon I find her.” Damon informed him, finishing off his last tumbler of the night and decided to head to bed. “Don’t worry about it, just focus on getting information about the Originals and protecting Elena.”

 

Not liking the sound of that, Stefan sighed resignedly and knew Damon could take care of himself, though this visitor did have him captivated. “Fine, deal with it and try not to kill whoever it is.” Clapping his brother on the back, Stefan walked out of the parlor and upstairs to his bedroom, tired from the bonfire.

 

Damon wasn’t going to kill the vicious girl, but he was going to torture her until she told him the reason she attacked him.  He had no choice; he had to kill Rose and made it as painless for her as possible.  Never admitting it to anyone, killing Rose nearly destroyed Damon because he didn’t want to do it.  Closing his eyes at the memory of what he had to do, it would take time before Damon healed from it, missing Rose more than he ever thought he would.

 

Walking into his room, Damon stripped out of his clothes and tossed them aside, slipping into his soft comfortable bed.  He turned the lights out and stared up at the ceiling for a long while, the girl suddenly entering his mind.  Her auburn tresses looked soft to the touch and those deadly hazel eyes definitely turned him on. 

 

Something about her was drawing him in, probably her connection to Rose, but Damon couldn’t quite put his finger on it.  She was definitely strong, an older vampire, her looks very deceiving and it took a lot to trick Damon.  Yawning, Damon closed his eyes and fell asleep within seconds, the girl never leaving his mind.

 

~!~

 

Compelling the real estate agent wasn’t difficult to do.  Violet signed on the dotted line, paying for the small house in full she acquired.  She hadn’t gotten much sleep, but it was amazing what a vampire could accomplish in twelve hours.  The house was on a block full of kids and humans, she would blend right in.

 

Contrary to popular belief, not all vampires killed humans in order to survive.  Violet killed only one human in her entire existence and that was when she turned back in the fifteen hundreds.  For centuries, she survived on mostly animal blood, raiding hospitals and any kind of foundation that had human blood to hone her strength.

 

A few bags of human blood lasted her for months because all she took were a couple drops a day, just enough so she could defend herself if need-be.  Violet currently had a salad on her lap, pouring ranch dressing on it with the windows fully open.  Nobody would think she was a vampire because Violet could do something very few vampires could.  Walk in the sun, thanks to her daylight ring that a witch friend of hers made years ago.

 

After finishing her lunch, Violet cleaned the house from top to bottom, thankful it already came with furniture, but she was still missing a few things.  That meant she would have to go out and reminiscence with the wonderful people of Mystic Falls.  Rinsing her plate in the sink, Violet walked down the hallway to change, not about to walk around town in a skimpy nightgown.

 

Tapping her chin in thought, Violet decided on a red tank top with skinny light blue jeans, a quick and simple outfit.  She grabbed some socks, pulling them on along with her blue and white tennis shoes, nodding.  Violet was going to put her hair up, but decided to just leave it down, wanting to get back as quickly as possible.  Grabbing her keys, cell phone and purse, Violet walked out of the house, locking it behind her.

 

Once inside her car, Violet turned the radio on a station she could handle and pulled out of the driveway, heading to one of the local stores.  The house definitely needed a supply of liquor, which helped stem her craving for blood, along with regular food.  Alcohol had a more profound effect though, possibly because of how strong it was.  A few minutes later, she arrived at the store and put the car in park, heading inside.

 

The first thing she did was fill the cart with all kinds of alcohol: Rum, tequila, brandy, gin, vodka, whiskey, beer, wine, champagne, margarita and daiquiri mix.  That took a little over half of her cart.  Violet picked up a few books, magazines, chocolate and other junk food that she enjoyed indulging on, finally heading to the checkout counter.

 

“I’ll need to see your ID…” The cashier asked, blinking at all the alcohol this customer was buying.

 

“Of course.”

 

Violet smiled, reaching into her back pocket and handed it over.  The cashier checked it over and nodded, handing it back to her before starting to ring everything up.  The total didn’t faze her in slightest when the cashier finished up, swiping her credit card without hesitation.

 

“D-Do you need some assistance bringing everything outside, ma’am?” The cashier asked pleasantly, thankful the transaction had gone through without any problems.

 

“No thank you, but you could tell your supervisor that I was very impressed with how quick and efficient you were.” Violet stated, starting to roll her cart of booze and snacks out to the car, only for the cashier to stop her.

 

“Oh well, all you have to do is sign this then.  It’s a customer compliment slip that customers fill out if they’re happy with everything.” The cashier quickly explained, handing over the piece of paper and pen.

 

“Certainly.” Violet scrawled her signature on it with ease and handed it back over. “Have a nice day.” Turning, she left the store and headed to her car, the bright sun feeling wonderful against her pale skin.

 

So she could walk in the sun just like him and Stefan.  That was interesting…and a little weird at the same time.  Damon had followed her from the small house she acquired overnight to the store, watching her every move.  He did not need another vampire problem in Mystic Falls.  Killing Lexi and Rose was bad enough, but if Damon had to do it to protect the Salvatore’s identities, he would without blinking.

 

His electric blue eyes watched as she lifted the bags one by one, a smirk tilting his lips.  She was trying to blend in, very smart.  Damon couldn’t help admiring the way those blue jeans hugged every curve of her body, especially her ass.  It looked very squeezable…damn, it’d been awhile since he had sex.  Damon had to get his head in the game, reminding himself of what this girl did to him.

 

Feeling someone watching her, Violet turned her head to stare out in the open, eyebrows furrowing when she didn’t see anyone there.  That didn’t mean there wasn’t someone though.  Of course the man she had attacked would be out for revenge and Violet was ready for him, a smirk curving her lips.

 

“If you can hear me, bring it on.” Violet said softly and closed her trunk, knowing whoever watching her wasn’t human and would hear every word she said.

 

Damon heard it loud and clear, watching as her car drove out of the parking lot and was on the move again in his Camaro.  Clearly that had been an invitation and who was Damon to turn down a summons from a beautiful girl?  He already knew where she lived, deciding he wouldn’t pay her a visit until he was good and ready.

 

~!~

 

Dathan sighed as she walked out of the locker room, having just finished her final class of the day and was ready to go home.  She knew she’d failed her math test, her science quiz bombed and in gym she broke a fingernail.  Dathan wanted to go home, jump in a nice hot bubble bath and try to forget this day ever existed.

 

“Dathan.”

 

“Go away, Murray.” Dathan was not in the mood to deal with her ex-boyfriend at the moment.

 

“Hey come on, don’t be like that.” Murray grabbed her arm, forcing her to turn to face him. “I want to talk to you, Dath.”

 

Yanking her arm out of his grip, Dathan turned deadly pale green eyes on him, gritting her teeth. “Don’t touch me again.”

 

“Then talk to me.”

 

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Dathan argued promptly, folding her arms in front of her chest. “You made it clear you don’t want me anymore, now leave me alone.”

 

“I made a mistake…”

 

“A mistake?” Dathan laughed, no humor in her tone. “No, what was a mistake was the fact I wasted three years and most of my high school life on you.  I’m truly pathetic for thinking we’d be together forever.  Thank you for being a complete asshole and reminding me of the trash that I’ll have out of my life.”

 

Murray growled, not appreciating her attitude and slammed her back against the lockers. “Say that again, I dare you.”

 

“Or what?” Dathan shot back, gasping when his hand suddenly wrapped around her throat, squeezing. “M-Murray…”

 

“I’ll snap this beautiful neck of yours right in half.”

 

“Get away from her.”

 

Tyler had walked down the hallway with his bag slung over his shoulder, heading to football practice, when he heard commotion.  Raising a brow, he focused in on the sound a little more and had followed his instincts.  Dark eyes narrowed at the sight of Murray Brown having his ex-girlfriend and Tyler’s friend, Dathan Wolfe, against the lockers by the throat.

 

Murray didn’t listen, snorting as he rolled his eyes at Tyler. “Go away kid, we’re busy here.”

 

“T-Tyler…”

 

Grabbing Murray by the back of his shirt, Tyler yanked him away from Dathan and shoved him a good five feet away from her, glaring. “I said get away from her.” He repeated, standing in front of a coughing Dathan. “Before you end up hurt.”

 

Murray openly laughed, wondering if Tyler was serious and decided not to mess with the mayor’s baby boy. “See you around, Dath.” He stormed away, heading to his car.

 

“T-Thank you…” Dathan breathed out, leaning against the lockers and tried catching her breath.

 

Tyler placed a hand on her shoulder, concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?” He knew it was a stupid question, but had to make sure, frowning. “Your throat is already bruising.”

 

“I know.” She whispered, knowing she would also have a raspy voice come morning from how tight Murray squeeze. “I’m okay though.  Thank you for scaring him off.”

 

“No problem.” Tyler didn’t want to leave her alone because it looked like she might keel over at any second. “Whoa.” His suspicions were confirmed and Tyler caught her before she hit the floor, lifting her up with ease in his arms. “I got you, Date.”

 

Dathan leaned her head against his shoulder and felt him cart her off, grabbing her belongings too.  Tyler set her in his car and took off from the school, heading straight for her house.  He pulled something out of his bag and tossed it at her, making her look at him in question.

 

“It’s a salve I use when I get hurt on the field.” He explained, shrugging as she took the top off, the smell of sandalwood filling the car. “Put some of that on your neck, it’ll make the bruising fade faster.”

 

Nodding, Dathan did as he said and dabbed a little on her neck, rubbing it in carefully since she was still incredibly sore. “Thanks.” She put the cap back on and set it in the middle counsel, looking out the window.

 

“Look, I know Murray hurt you really bad and I’m not trying to push you into anything, but I want to take you out.” Tyler said, once he pulled into her driveway and put the car in park, turning to face her.

 

Dathan looked over at him, hesitation in her pale green eyes. “You do?” When Tyler nodded, she lowered her eyes from his, chewing her bottom lip thoughtfully. “Tyler, I do like you and have for a while…”

 

“Forget it.” Tyler looked straight ahead again, staring out of the windshield. “Go take care of those bruises before your parents see them.” That was the last thing this town needed on top of everything else going on was a high school jockstrap beating on his ex-girlfriend.

 

“Tyler…”

 

“No, I’m done asking Dathan.  You’re obviously not over Murray and I get it.  It’s fine.  When you are ready though, just remember I might not be available.” Tyler wasn’t exactly bad looking and could probably have any woman in town he wanted. “I have things to do.”

 

Tears swelled in her eyes as Dathan nodded, sniffling. “Right.” She went to get out, but Tyler stopped her, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly, their eyes meeting.

 

“Damn it.”

 

Tyler couldn’t stop what he was going to do and suddenly cupped her face in his warm hands, their lips meeting.  No matter how hard she tried, Dathan couldn’t pull away from the kiss, a soft moan escaping her, her hands gripping his wrists.  It was soft and sweet, but also passionate, three things Dathan hadn’t felt in a long time.

 

When the kiss broke, all Dathan could do was stare into his beautiful dark eyes and sucked her bottom lip in, nodding. “Yes.”

 

“Yes what?” Tyler asked breathlessly, not releasing her face.

 

“I’ll go out with you, Tyler.” Dathan smiled when his eyes widened and kissed him again, this time a little deeper. “You have my number, call me with a time and place.”

 

Tyler grinned, slowly releasing her face. “I will.” He watched her step out of his car and walk to the front door, touching his lips. “Rock on.” Revving the engine, Tyler beeped the horn and pulled out of the driveway, happy with these sudden turn of events.

 

Chapter 3

 

“So where are you headed tonight?”

 

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

 

Damon fixed the collar of his black striped long sleeved buttoned up shirt.  Rolling the sleeves up, he left the top few buttons undone and had a pair of skintight black jeans on with black shoes.  He turned away from the mirror and looked at Elena, smirking as he ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing it back a little.

 

“Right.” Elena rolled her eyes, not expecting Damon to tell her much these days. “Stefan told me you had a visitor that had to deal with Rose.”

 

“Little brother doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Damon said dismissively, deciding to keep his plan to go confront Rose’s little friend away from everyone.

 

Sighing, Elena shook her head and walked out of Damon’s bedroom.  For once, Elena walking out didn’t bother him, his mind focused on confronting Rose’s friend.  Pouring one final shot of whiskey, Damon downed it while contemplating how best to handle the situation.  She knew he was coming, so the element of surprise was gone.

 

Pulling his black leather jacket on, Damon set the glass on the table and headed out, his keys already in hand.  He could hear Elena in the parlor with Stefan, not feeling the jealousy that normally stirred up inside of him.  Damon was tempted to go harass his brother during ‘Elena’ time, but decided against it, not wanting to keep his date for the evening waiting.

 

Elena looked up at the front door closed and frowned, looking back at Stefan worriedly. “I really hope he doesn’t do something crazy.” She murmured quietly, snuggling against him.

 

“You know how Damon is.” Stefan simply replied, kissing the top of her head. “I know you worry about him, but he can handle himself.  We need to focus on your current problem.”

 

Smiling, Elena sat up on the couch and wrapped her arms around his neck. “And what might that be?”

 

Stefan growled when Elena’s phone suddenly went off and pulled away to give her privacy, going to pour a drink.  He listened to the excited voice of Dathan as she told Elena about her date with Tyler Lockwood.  Dathan and Elena were good friends, practically growing up together along with Caroline and Bonnie.  The four were definitely an unstoppable force when they were together.

 

“I’m worried Elena, what if Tyler finds out what I am?” Dathan asked, chewing her bottom lip and tried deciding what to wear. “I don’t know if he’d be able to handle it.”

 

“Tyler won’t care, he’s had a crush on you since you moved to Mystic Falls freshman year.”

 

“But I’m not exactly…”

 

“None of us are, Date.” Elena assured her, looking over at Stefan, who had this confused look on his face. “Listen, I have to go, but you got this.  You can do this.  Text me the details later.”

 

“Will do, thanks again Elle.” Dathan hung up the phone and looked in the mirror, taking a deep breath.

 

“What was that about?” Stefan wondered, walking back over to sit beside his girlfriend, feeling her hesitation. “Elena, if there’s something going on with Dathan, I need to know about it.”

 

Sighing, Elena knew she would have to come clean to Stefan. “You have to promise me you won’t tell Damon.” There was no way Damon could find out about this because he would no doubt use what Dathan could do to his advantage the way he used Bonnie for her witchcraft. “Do you promise?”

 

Stefan nodded, running a finger down her cheek. “You can trust me.  I won’t tell anyone, including my brother.”

 

Elena knew she could trust Stefan and clasped her hands in her lap, extremely nervous, beginning the explanation about Dathan’s special ability.

 

~!~

 

Violet had a feeling she would be having company later and decided not to disappoint, pulling into her driveway a few minutes later.  She unloaded the car with ease, set her small bar up and had a shot of tequila before going to get ready.  No doubt Mr. Macho would be greeting her at any time, so Violet wanted to look at least a little decent.

 

Pulling out a white baby doll top with black leggings, Violet changed within seconds, fluffing her hair out for style.  She slipped on a pair of black and white polka dot flats that matched well, placing a matching hairband on top of her head.  She placed a black choker around her neck, diamond studs in her ears and did her makeup in black eyeliner with clear gloss.

 

She could kick ass and look pretty doing it, chuckling at her inside joke.  Walking out of the bedroom, Violet closed the door and headed to the kitchen, trying to decide on what to cook.  Tapping her nails on the counter, Violet opened her freezer and decided to make steaks, pulling them out and popped them in the microwave to defrost.

 

Within five minutes, she had the potatoes peeled, cut and boiling on the stove along with the cheesy vegetables.  Flying over to the bar, Violet poured half a glass of rum and then decided a few more drops of blood wouldn’t hurt.  She had a feeling this vampire was going to be out to stake her, so Violet wasn’t taking any chances.

 

Halfway through making the steaks, the doorbell rang and Violet raised an eyebrow, not expecting him to actually be cordial about this.  Shrugging, Violet slipped the steaks back in the oven, having just finished putting a second seasoning on them.  She wiped her hands off on the nearby towel before walking out of the kitchen to answer the front door.

 

“I was wondering if you’d show up.” Violet said by way of greeting, not bothering to shut the man out and stepped aside, letting him walk right in. “Can I get you a drink?”

 

Damon raised a brow, wondering what this woman was up to and followed her into the kitchen. “Sure, bourbon if you’ve got it.” He replied, looking around the small house, used to bigger rooms.

 

Violet smiled, pouring a tumbler of bourbon and handed it to him, already having her tequila on the counter. “I hope you don’t mind, but I made dinner.”

 

“Not at all.” Damon walked over and sat on one of the stools of the kitchen island, watching as she stirred something that smelled delicious on the stove. “What are you making?”

 

“Steak with a few sidings.” Violet answered promptly, downing the rest of her tequila and turned away from the stove, hazel eyes locking with electric blue. “You know, you really should practice your stalking methods better.” She commented, the smile never leaving her face. “I sensed you a mile away today.”

 

Smirking, Damon downed half the bourbon, swallowing slowly. “Just had to make sure you weren’t here to terrorize MY town.” If anyone was going to threaten Mystic Falls, Damon would be the one to do so, refusing to let another vampire encroach on his territory.

 

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don’t kill people.” Violet didn’t mind letting that information slip to him, hoping it let his guard down.

 

“Is that right?” This was going to be easy as Damon slowly stood up, a second later standing in front of her. “You do realize I could snap you like a twig then if you don’t drink human blood.”

 

Smiling, hazel eyes flashed as Violet suddenly tackled Damon to the kitchen floor, her hand wrapped firmly around his throat, squeezing as hard as she could. “Just because I don’t kill people doesn’t mean I don’t drink human blood, BOY.”

 

This woman was deadly and lit his blood on fire. “Noted.” He grunted out, suddenly turning the tables and had her on her back with his hand gripping her throat, though he didn’t squeeze yet. “Now that’s more like it.”

 

No fear shined in her eyes, just sheer amusement, as Violet stared up at him almost wickedly. “So you like to dominate.” She commented, once more having Damon on his back seconds later, this time, straddling him. “But I’m a dominatrix.”

 

Could this woman get any hotter?  Damon growled, starting to flip her again, but she stopped him, feeling her strength. “What’s your name?” He demanded, feeling her hand caressing his throat almost affectionately.

 

“What’s yours?” Violet retorted and reluctantly released him, standing on her feet again. “You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”

 

“I asked you first.” Damon retorted, standing up as well, both of them locking eyes on.

 

Violet sighed just as the oven beeped, telling her the steaks were finished and slipped an oven mitten on to retrieve them. “Well then, it seems as though we’re at a standstill.” She said thoughtfully, moving the sizzling steaks from the pan to the plate, making sure they were on the rare side. “If you want to eat, there’s plenty.”

 

Damon was tired of this game she was playing and waited until she set the pan down before rushing over to her in a flash, grabbing her by the upper arms. “You attacked me and I want to know why.” He ordered in a low voice, pressing her back against the counter. “How do you know Rose?”

 

“It’s not polite to manhandle someone who just made you a terrific dinner.  How very rude.” Violet snorted and shoved him away, watching him slam back against the small kitchen and table, thankfully not breaking the window. “Learn some manners.  This is my house and you’re a guest, so either answer my question or leave.”

 

Damon growled as his eyes flashed dangerously, wanting to maim this bitch in the worst way. “Damon.” He gritted out, getting to his feet again and wondered how someone who didn’t kill people could be so strong. “Now, since I’m a guest in your house, it would be rude of YOU not to answers the guest’s questions.”

 

“Violet.” She slowly turned to face him, smiling warmly and carried the steaks into the dining room right past him.

 

Following, Damon was surprised she actually revealed her name and filed it away in his head for later. “How do you know Rose?” He asked, watching her set the table for two with wine glasses and the works, folding his arms in front of his chest.

 

Violet shut her eyes briefly, trying to push the pain away and wished she could flip the switch to turn her emotions off. “Let’s eat first and then I’ll tell you.” She didn’t want to ruin her appetite, going back into the kitchen to put the sidings in serving dishes, carrying them both out.

 

Damon couldn’t help wondering if this was some kind of set up, remembering what Rose was running from.  Granted, one of the Originals Elijah pardoned her and she ended up dying in a tragic accident that was meant for him, but Damon didn’t trust any of the Originals.  Something told him they were still after Rose.  If Violet was here to try carrying out their plans, he would rip her heart out and shove it down her throat.

 

“Fine.” Damon sat down and watched as Violet did the same, both of them starting to load their plates.

 

Dinner was eaten in silence, the scrapping forks and knives against the plates the only sound flooding throughout the room.  Violet finished first, dabbing her mouth and pushed her plate away, patiently waiting for Damon to finish.  Once he did, she cleared the table, put the leftovers away so they didn’t spoil and grabbed two bottles of liquor, tequila and bourbon, guiding Damon into the living room.

 

“Have a seat.” She said, walking over to turn the small fireplace on and poured an entire tumbler full of tequila, needing it for the conversation she was about to have. “Rose was my sister, Damon.” Violet admitted while staring into the flames, the fire soothing her.

 

Damon’s head shot up when he heard that, eyes widening. “Did you just say sister?” He suddenly needed a drink as big as hers, filling his own tumbler of bourbon. “Rose was your sister?”

 

“Yes, my big sister.”

 

Damon finally understood why she’d gotten so violent towards him, she was trying to find her family. “Rose never told me she had siblings, only some guy named Trevor.”

 

“Who is now dead.” Violet had heard about what happened to Trevor and how Elijah had knocked his head literally off his shoulders. “Trevor was like a brother to both of us.” Standing, Violet walked back over to the couch and sat beside Damon, sipping her drink.

 

“Yeah she told me.” Damon felt really out of place and didn’t know what to think of this sudden turn of events.  Looking at her, he noticed the resemblance finally. “Rose was in a lot of pain over Trevor and a good friend of mine.” He missed her and always would.

 

“Will you tell me what happened to her?” Violet asked, slowly looking away from the fire and into his aquamarine eyes, tears filling her own. “I really need to know, Damon.”

 

Swallowing down some more bourbon, Damon nodded and raked a hand through his thick short black hair. “She was bitten by a werewolf,” He began softly, leaning back against the couch and drained his glass. “That was meant for me.”

 

Violet’s eyebrows furrowed, turning to fully face him . “How did he wind up getting bitten then?” She somewhat demanded, the hurt clear in her voice.

 

“She pushed me out of the way when the wolf went to attack me.  I stabbed it, but…not in time.” Damon still felt guilty what Rose had gone through because it was supposed to be him, not her, that died. “I pissed a werewolf off.  I piss a lot of people off, it’s my calling.”

 

“Rose…” She sighed, shaking her head and swallowed more tequila. “Always the savior.” A single tear slipped down Violet’s cheek and she instantly wiped it away, clearing her throat. “She saved me from Klaus’s wrath.  She sent me far away as soon as Katherine killed herself in our home.  Trevor was in love with her apparently and had tried protecting her, but that meant he also crossed Klaus.  Rose changed me into a vampire and sent me on my way to fend for myself, even after I begged her not to.  She didn’t want me running for my life the way she and Trevor did.”

 

“So Klaus has no idea who you are or that you exist?” Damon asked, finding that hard to believe.

 

“Nobody knows about my relation to Rose, we kept the lid on it pretty tight, especially from the Originals.” Violet poured more liquor in her glass, curling up on the couch and rested her head against her hand, her elbow pressed against the cushions. “I would appreciate it if you kept that secret for me.  It’s the least you can do considering my sister sacrificed her life for you.”

 

Damon normally would’ve gotten pissed off at that comment, but all he could do was nod, still not believing he was sitting before Rose’s secretive little sister. “No problem, I’ll take it to the grave.” He held his drink up, both of them tapping their glasses together and drained the glasses, each too deep in their thoughts to really say much else.

 

Chapter 4

 

“So, she’s Rose’s little sister?” Stefan blinked, not believing what his big brother just said and had to sit down. “The Originals have no idea about her?”

 

“Nope, not a clue.” Damon knew Stefan wouldn’t say anything about Violet’s secret, the man was too honorable. “Rose never mentioned her…”

 

Stefan nodded, lowering her head at the mention of Rose.  Even though Damon wouldn’t admit it, he knew her death really hurt his big brother and there was nothing he could do to fix it.  Now her little sister was in Mystic Falls, who didn’t kill people to feed, so Stefan assumed she had her own stash of blood bags.

 

“I think we should go over and talk to her.  She sounds about as old as Rose was, which means she might know something on the Originals.” Just because Rose had sent Violet away didn’t mean she hadn’t scoped out Klaus and possibly knew some inside information nobody else did. “She could help us out.”

 

The last thing Damon wanted to do was go talk to Rose’s little sister, even though she was extremely attractive and had the same fire Rose did. “Do we really have to bark up THAT tree?” He demanded evenly, tossing back a shot of whiskey. “What makes you think she’ll tell us anything?  Rose died because of a werewolf that was aimed for me, brother.”

 

“Good point, but Violet also sounds like she doesn’t want any trouble either.  If the Originals are involved, that means trouble for everyone in Mystic Falls, including her.” Stefan alleged, setting his glass on the table and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “It’s worth a shot.  We’ll bring Elena with us just to show her who we’re trying to save.”

 

Damon didn’t like the sound of that, running the pad of his thumb around the rim of the glass thoughtfully. “Elena can play the pity game pretty well.” He commented, ignoring Stefan’s glare and finally threw his hands up in the air. “Alright, I’ll drive.”

 

“We have to stop by and get Elena first, fill her in on what’s going on.” Stefan stated, watching Damon grab his keys, both of them heading out the door. “I just hope Violet can tell us something about what Klaus is planning.”

 

“You and me both.” Damon agreed, slipping behind the wheel and pulled away from the house, heading to Elena’s. “She already talked to Katherine and the bitch told her about the sacrificial ceremony Klaus wants to do.  You think she might know a loophole to it?”

 

“That’s what I’m hoping for.” Stefan said, looking out the window and could tell a storm was rolling in, raindrops starting to fall.

 

“Does Elena even know we’re coming to grab her?” Damon asked, not knowing if Stefan already called her. “I think she’s getting tired of both of us showing up at her door unannounced.”

 

“No, she’s getting tired of YOU showing up at her door unannounced.” Stefan corrected with a smirk, ignoring Damon’s sarcastic scoff.

 

Damon shrugged nonchalantly, not bothered by what his brother said. “She’ll get over it.”

 

Typical Damon response, Stefan thought, just as they pulled up in front of Elena’s house. “Wait here, I’ll go get her.” Stefan ordered, stepping out and rushed up to the front door.

 

Damon saluted and turned the radio on, trying to distract himself.

 

Elena answered it a few seconds later, smiling at the sight of her boyfriend. “Hi.” She kissed him softly. “What are you doing here?”

 

“Damon and I want to take you to see someone who might have information about the Originals.” Stefan said, running a finger down her cheek. “I know this is all your life has been revolved around lately, but we have to take every opportunity we can.”

 

“O-Of course.” Elena stammered out, agreeing and hugged Stefan. “So who are we going to see then?”

 

“Her name is Violet and she knew Rose.” Stefan promised Damon he wouldn’t say anything about her being Rose’s little sister, which included keeping a secret from Elena as well. “She could be the key to everything, Elena.”

 

“Alright fine, but we’re not the only ones going.” Elena stepped away from him and whistled, watching as Dathan came down the stairs.

 

“What’s going on, Elle?” Dathan asked, raising a brow at the sight of Stefan. “This can’t be good…”

 

“It’s nothing bad.” Stefan assured her, actually thinking his girlfriend is brilliant at the moment. “Just going to talk to a woman Damon encountered recently.”

 

Dathan had a feeling Stefan was leaving something out, but decided not to question him. “Okay...”

 

“I want you to come with us.” Something told Elena her friend’s ability would come in handy with this, a hopeful smile on her face. “Please?”

 

Dathan smiled back, leaning against the stair banister with her arms folded in front of her chest. “Since Tyler had to bail on me because of a last minute gig with his parents, I suppose I could.” She teased, walking over to grab her coat off the hanger. “Lead the way, Steffy.”

 

Stefan chuckled, shaking his head and wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding both women out the door.  Dathan was telepathic, an ability to read minds and that included vampires, which came quite in handy a lot of times living in Mystic Falls.  She was born with the ability and had no idea where it came from, her family history was pretty bleak because she was adopted. 

 

That wasn’t all Dathan could do, she was also telekinetic, which was an ability to move things with her mind.  It was all about the mind with her and different from what Bonnie could do with her witchcraft.  Of course, Dathan hated using her gifts, thinking of them as curses more than anything.  When the situation called for it, however, Dathan used them, still honing her gifts since she recently discovered them just a few short months ago.

 

“Wait a minute, what the hell is SHE coming with us for?” Damon demanded, directing that at Dathan when all three arrived at his car. “Stefan…”

 

“Don’t be a dick, Damon.”

 

“Her skills could come in good use.” Elena stated, lips pursed together tightly. “She either comes or I don’t go.”

 

Groaning, Damon rolled his eyes and lifted his seat, letting Dathan slip into the back with Elena while Stefan once again occupied the passenger seat.  He drove down the street and headed to Violet’s, hoping she was ready for an impromptu chat.  After the dinner confrontation a few nights ago, Damon hadn’t seen her since and wondered if she was still in town, now that he thought about it.

 

Violet was busy outside watering her flowers that she recently planted, making a small flower garden in the front of her house.  Even as a vampire, Violet loved nature and it reminded her of her deceased sister, feeling connected to Rose this way.  She wore a simple pair of blue jean shorts and a pink halter top, her hair piled up on top of her head since it was warm outside, feet bare.

 

The purring of a familiar engine suddenly sounded in Violet’s ear, eyes narrowing slightly.  She knew who it was.  Damon Salvatore was coming to pay her another visit supposedly.  Violet didn’t stop her work even as the beautiful blue Camaro pulled into the driveway, though her interest heightened when she heard other voices mixing with Damon’s.

 

So he hadn’t come alone this time.

 

Elena and Dathan stepped out after the Salvatore brothers, both of them looking at each other before staring at the auburn beauty before them.  Stefan could already see the resemblance of Rose in Violet, a friendly smile on his face and wrapped an arm around Elena’s waist.  Dathan refused to let go of Elena’s hand, both of them incredibly nervous and watched as Damon started approaching the auburn beauty without hesitation.

 

“Hello Damon.” Violet greeted before he came too close, finishing wrapping the hose up after turning it off. “How may I help you and your friends?”

 

Damon smirked, folding his arms in front of his muscular chest. “We need to talk to you about a few things, Violet.” He wasn’t giving her a choice, taking a step forward. “It’s important.”

 

Violet slowly turned around to face him, having a smile of her own on her clear glossed lips. “Hmm interesting…” Her hazel eyes moved from Damon to stare at the other three people with him, landing on the only other man with them. “Is this true?”

 

Stefan stepped forward with Elena, nodding and extended his free hand. “Hi, I’m Stefan Salvatore, Damon’s younger brother and this is my girlfriend, Elena Gilbert.  This is her friend, Dathan Mathewson.  We were hoping we could speak with you about a few things, if you have the time, please.” Unlike Damon, Stefan was more polite and quite the smooth talker.

 

“See now THAT’S more like it.” Violet stated, turning to look over her shoulder at Damon, snorting. “It’s amazing what that one little word can do.” Turning back to face Stefan and the girls, Violet contemplated if she wanted to talk to them. “Get your brother to say that word and POLITELY ask me for an audience, I’ll have no problem talking to you about whatever you want.”

 

Dathan liked this woman already, looking over at Damon along with Stefan and Elena, all three waiting for him to do as she asked. “Come on Damon, it’s not that hard to say the P word.  If you don’t do it, she won’t talk to us.”

 

Damon did not like this woman at all and wanted to tear her to shreds, not believing she was embarrassing him like this in front of his little brother. “I don’t say the P word.” He snorted derisively, eyebrows furrowed. “We could easily make you talk, you know.”

 

“You could try; I’ve been around a LONG time, BOY.  Unlike you, I know what it means to have MANNERS.” Violet couldn’t believe he was actually threatening her again, wondering how many times she had to knock him on his ass to get the point across that she was stronger than him. “I’m sorry that you traveled all this way, but I’m not in a chatty mood today.  You can leave now.” Violet walked past Damon and headed to her front door, desperately needing a shower.

 

“She just called him a boy.” Dathan was giggling uncontrollably, trying not hide it, but it wasn’t happening.

 

“Yes she did.” Stefan found this very amusing and looked down at Elena, who was laughing so hard she had to lean against him for support. “Still, we really do need to talk to her.”

 

“I’ll handle it.” Elena broke away from Stefan and walked over to a rather bewildered Damon, standing beside him. “You know, if you want her to talk to us about the Originals, we really need you to swallow your pride.”

 

“I’m not the polite type.” Damon shot back, staring daggers at the house, wondering how best to enter and force Violet to talk to them. “I suppose we could torture the information out of her.”

 

Elena whacked him on the arm, causing Damon to jump slightly. “That is NOT going to happen.” She stated, scowling angrily. “Just get up there, knock on the door and ask her nicely if we can talk to her.  It’s not that hard.  Come on, Damon; be the better man.”

 

Growling, Damon hated it when Elena tried reasoning with him because she somehow always got past his ice barrier. “Damn it.” He grunted, bawling his fists up at his sides and knew what he had to do. “Fine, come on.” Grabbing Elena’s arm somewhat roughly, Damon dragged her to the front door, knowing he would need her help with this.

 

“What are you…?”

 

“If I’m doing this, you’re going to help me.” Damon stated, knocking on the door and tried not to brood at the sight of Violet.

 

Violet folded her arms in front of her chest, looking completely innocent. “How may I help you?” She asked, hazel eyes sparkling with delight.

 

Damon cleared his throat, holding onto Elena’s arm. “We really need to talk to you, Violet.”

 

“Yes I’m aware of that, Damon, but you know what my stipulation was.” Violet reminded him smoothly, not moving her eyes away from him. “So you can either grow some manners or go away.  Your choice.”

 

“Why are you being like this?” Damon groaned, almost to the point of wanting to stomp his feet in frustration. “Will you talk to us?”

 

Violet knew he was trying to get around saying the one word she wanted to hear, holding her ear out. “I’m sorry, what was that?  I couldn’t quite hear you.”

 

This was ridiculous.  Damon was sorely tempted to snap her neck and possibly drive a stake through her heart. “Will you talk to us…” He trailed off, really hating himself for what he was about to say. “Please?”

 

Violet grinned from ear to ear, opening her door all the way without preamble. “Yes I can, please come on in everyone.” Turning, she walked away from the door and headed for the living room, hearing all of them filing in behind her. “Can I interest anyone in a drink?”

 

“Bourbon.” Damon ordered in a grumble, plopping down on the couch and groaned when Violet raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you kidding me?”

 

“No.” Violet already had a glass of wine poured, sipping it almost thoughtfully. “Say it or you can go without a drink, Damon.”

 

“Fine, great.” Damon threw his hands up in the air, having a feeling this was going to be a big waste of time.

 

“I’d like a glass of whiskey, please.” Stefan said politely, smirking when Violet handed him one instantly. “Thank you.”

 

“You’re welcome.” Her eyes fell on the two girls, having a feeling they were underage, but she honestly didn’t care considering she was stuck in an eighteen year old body, but was over five hundred years old. “Would you two like something?”

 

“No thank you.” Elena and Dathan answered at the same time, sitting beside each other with Stefan on Dathan’s other side and Damon on Elena’s. “If you have water, that would be great.”

 

Violet eyed them and set her drink down, nodding. “I have something better and its non-alcoholic.” She exited the room for a minute, grabbing two glasses and a pitcher out of the fridge, walking back into the living room. “How about some lemonade?”

 

“Hell yeah!” Dathan beamed, loving lemonade. “This girl is awesome.”

 

Violet couldn’t help laughing as she handed Dathan a glass of it along with Elena, finally taking her seat in a chair opposite of them. “Now then, just so I have this right, you are Dathan and you are Elena, correct?” When both girls nodded, Violet smiled, completely ignoring Damon, who had remained silent. “And this handsome man is Stefan Salvatore, Damon’s brother.”

 

“Yes ma’am.” Stefan answered, sipping his glass of whiskey slowly.

 

“Good, now that the introductions are out of the way, what would you like to discuss?” Violet asked promptly, crossing one leg over the other and let her hair down, the auburn locks pooling down her back and over her shoulders in golden red waves.

 

“We were wondering if you had any information regarding some vampires known as the Originals.”

 

Chapter 5

 

“Which Original exactly?  There is Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, Finn, Klaus…” Violet trailed off while counting the names on her fingertips, the name Klaus making everyone tense. “Klaus it is then.  It depends on what information you wanted to know because I don’t know every single thing about the Mikaelson Family.”

 

“Are you working for them?” Damon bluntly asked, standing up from the couch, only for Elena to pull him right back down by the arm. “Is that why you’re here?”

 

“You foolish boy.” Violet murmured quietly, softly, lowering her eyes to her drink before downing the rest of it. “I would rather drive a stake through my own heart than to ever work for the Originals, any of them.  They are the reason Rose was on the run and merely existed in this world instead of actually lived it.”

 

Elena wanted to smack Damon upside the head for that idiotic question, shaking her head sadly. “How did you know Rose?” She asked delicately, having a feeling this was a very sore subject for her.

 

So Damon hadn’t told them about her relation to Rose after all. “She was my sister, Elena.” Violet answered, standing up to go refill her glass. “We were turned in the fifteen hundreds.  I had just turned the age of eighteen and had an arranged marriage to a man named Frederick.  I will just say he wasn’t every woman’s fantasy and leave it at that.  My sister was changed and then changed me shortly after, both of us wanting to flee our home because our parents refused to let us make our own choices.  Back then, it was treason to even hope to make your own decisions.  Today’s world is everything we wanted it to be back then, but unfortunately, it wasn’t.  Do you know the story of Katherine Pierce or Katrina Petrova?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then you are well aware that Katherine killed herself in our small cabin, which was on the grounds of the Mikaelson Family.  She fled from them for some reason my sister didn’t tell me.  All I was told was Klaus wanted Katherine as a human sacrifice of some sort and we were all going to die at his hand because it would be considered treason to help a fugitive.” Violet snorted, walking back over to sit down with a bigger glass of tequila this time, desperately needing it.

 

“That’s terrible…” Elena couldn’t help letting her heart go out to Violet for the tragedy she experienced at such a young age. “So what happened next?”

 

“Rose told me to flee, forced me out of our home and basically left me to fend for myself.  I kept myself out of the way of the Mikaelson Family and off the radar so to speak.  Klaus knew about my sister and Trevor living in the cabin, but they never mentioned me in case something like this happened.  So the Originals have no idea that I exist or who my family was.” Violet explained, taking a long swig of her tequila and swirled the liquid around in the glass thoughtfully.

 

“This is all very sentimental and everything, but when are we going to get to the point of why we’re here?” Damon snapped, not in the mood to rehash any type of family history regarding Rose, her death still very fresh.

 

Violet turned confused hazel eyes on Damon, tilting her head slightly. “Why exactly did you four come here then if you didn’t want to know my family history?” She asked, not a mind reader by any means.

 

“We wanted to know if you knew of a way to kill an Original.” Stefan said, wrapping an arm around Elena’s shoulders, their fingers lacing together. “Klaus to be exact.”

 

Then Violet suddenly remembered what Katherine looked like and felt her eyes widen, mouth dropping open slightly. “Oh my god, you’re the doppelganger aren’t you?” When Elena nodded meekly, Violet couldn’t believe who she was staring at. “I thought Katherine’s entire family lineage had died with her changing into a vampire.  You must’ve been kept a secret.”

 

Elena nodded, lowering her brown eyes. “I was adopted.”

 

“That explains it then.” Violet sighed and stood up, setting her glass on the table. “Luckily for you, this isn’t my first time in Mystic Falls.”

 

Damon blinked, not expecting to hear that. “It’s not?” When Violet shook her head, he suddenly stood up and walked over to her, turning her around to face him. “When were you back here?”

 

“There is a tree called the great white oak and I’ve heard legends say that if an Original is staked with it, they will die.” Violet ignored Damon’s question for the moment, shoving him away from her. “Fortunately, I didn’t know if an Original would come after me even after Rose sent me away, so I spent decades searching for a weapon against them.” Pulling out a wooden stake that was pure white, Violet turned around to face all four of them. “The Salvatore family found a small sapling and ended up planting it years after the Originals fled from Mystic Falls.  They burned the tree to the ground, but didn’t destroy the roots.  I came here and carved three stakes out of it before the tree was torn down to form what is now known as the Wickery Bridge.”

 

Elena gaped and stood up from the couch, slowly walking toward Violet with her eyes locked on the white stake. “Wickery Bridge is a weapon against the Originals?” She had a hard time breathing suddenly and Stefan flew to her side, leaning against him. “My god…”

 

“To answer your question, Damon, I lived in Mystic Falls a few years before Katherine laid her eyes on both of the Salvatore brothers, you and Stefan.” Violet said softly, walking past him to go sit back down with the white stake still in her hand. “I knew you and Stefan personally for years, but my name back then was not Violet.”

 

Both brothers turned to stare at Violet, their eyes slowly widening as the memories suddenly swept over them like two huge tsunami waves.  Visions of the boys talking with a nearby neighbor woman that lived alone flashed through their minds.  Her soft auburn hair and kind hazel eyes, though her hair was a lot longer than what it was now and a little lighter.

 

“Your name was Whitney.” Stefan said, remembering how their parents would leave them in her care whenever they went into town, before the Salvatore’s came into some money. “We thought you died…”

 

Violet nodded, folding her arms in front of her chest and kicked her feet up on the table. “That’s what I wanted you to think.  Once word got around that vampires invaded the area, I knew it was time to leave.  I wanted to say goodbye to you both, but at that time, you were so infatuated with Katherine, I couldn’t.  I didn’t like her and I knew what she was doing to both of you.” Her eyes landed on Damon, chewing her bottom lip. “Then again, it was partially my fault that you don’t remember me because I compelled you both to forget I existed.  I couldn’t take the chance of someone saying my name, even though it was false.”

 

“You compelled us to forget what exactly?” Damon demanded, his voice a little hoarse because he was also remembering a few more things he knew his brother wouldn’t.

 

Smiling apologetically, Violet downed half of her glass and ran fingers through her hair. “Stefan, I compelled you to forget about me because we were friends.  I taught you a few things about women, you were such a shy thing.  Damon, on the other hand, had to be compelled for reasons I’m not going to discuss right now.”

 

Stefan, Elena and Dathan knew the meaning behind those words, the girls flushing while Damon’s eyes grew wider as the seconds ticked by. “Right, of course.” Stefan cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

 

“Getting back on topic, what exactly did Katherine say to you, Elena?”

 

“I talked to Katherine and she told me everything that happened.  There’s some kind of curse with this thing called the moonstone that can supposedly lift the curse of the moon.  For whatever reason, Klaus wants to do this and needs me to perform the ritual.” Elena explained, hoping she got it down right and chewed her bottom lip nervously. “Violet, is there any way we can maybe get one of those stakes from you?”

 

Sighing, Violet knew what she was about to say next was not going to be an easy thing to hear. “If you kill Klaus with this stake, you will also kill all the vampires he created, his entire bloodline.” She said, turning her eyes to Stefan and then up to Damon, trying not to let the tears sting her eyes. “Mary Porter made Rose and me.  Klaus made Mary.”

 

“Wait, so you’re saying if any of the Originals were killed forever, their bloodline dies with them?” Dathan gaped, having already read Violet’s mind to make sure she wasn’t lying to them about anything she said. “Oh my god…”

 

“Yes.” Violet stood up from the couch and walked back over, placing the stake back in the drawer. “Elena, if I were you, if you don’t want Stefan and Damon to die along with all the other vampires Klaus created, you’ll do what Katherine did.”

 

“That means…”

 

Violet turned to face her, locking hazel eyes on her. “Turn into a vampire, yes.”

 

“And there’s no other way?”

 

“The only other possibility I see is having a witch perform a spell that desiccated Mikael, which is the father of the Originals.  I don’t know the full story with him, but I do know he’s currently in a tomb chained heavily.  I do know he was a vampire hunter and only fed on vampire blood, refusing to slaughter the innocent.  If you could somehow desiccate Klaus without having to use the great white oak tree, their lives would be spared and you wouldn’t have to turn into a vampire.”

 

“Wait, Papa Original was a vampire hunter?” Damon had a hard time believing that, looking down hardening at Violet.

 

“Yes.  According to what I’ve read over the centuries, Mikael was made to track down each of his children and kill them, which would wipe out all the vampires.” Violet explained, not moving from standing beside Damon. “A Bennett witch ended up stopping him with a spell for some reason I still to this day haven’t figured out.”

 

This was definitely a sudden turn of events that Elena had not expected. “But who made him that way?”

 

“That I do not know.” Violet sighed, wishing she had more information for Elena, but unfortunately she was out.

 

“So you would die also if we killed Klaus forever.” Elena said softly, tears already stinging her eyes, not wanting to lose Stefan or Damon. “We can’t use the stake then.”

 

Violet nodded, actually letting out a sigh of relief. “You have a big kind heart, Elena.  I know you’ll figure something else out.  If you change your mind, just let me know and I’ll hand over the stake.”

 

“You’re willing to die to protect me?” Elena asked, not understanding why this woman would sacrifice her own existence.

 

“Yes because it’s what Rose would want.” Violet actually smiled, no fear in her eyes. “Darling, I’ve lived for over five hundred years and if it has to come to an end, at least I know my sister is on the other side waiting for me.”

 

“I won’t do it and it’s not only because of Stefan, it’s because I don’t want to kill good vampires like you.” Elena walked over and hugged Violet tightly around the neck, thankful for all the information she gave them.

 

Violet blinked, not expecting that and hugged her back awkwardly, pulling out of the embrace. “She’s a lot better than Katherine, Stefan.” She complimented, gently tapping Elena’s shoulder with a smile. “Much better.”

 

“I know she is, believe me.” Stefan agreed, pulling Elena back against him and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you for everything you told us, Violet.”

 

“No problem and yes, that is my real name.” She chuckled, walking over to grab the rest of her drink, swallowing it down.

 

“I figured as much.” Stefan remembered how smitten Damon had been with ‘Whitney’ back in their human days and could only imagine what was going through his mind now. “Damon, we should get going.”

 

Tossing the keys at Stefan, Damon’s eyes locked on Violet, refusing to leave without getting some answers from Violet. “Take the car.  We have unfinished business.” He stated evenly, not showing any emotion, though his electric blue eyes swam with it.

 

“We do?” Violet questioned, raising an eyebrow and shrugged when Damon nodded emphatically. “I’ll be fine, Stefan.  I can handle your brother.”

 

Stefan chuckled, not doubting that and nodded. “It was great seeing you again, Violet.”

 

“You too and, if you need any help bringing down Klaus, I’ll do what I can.” Violet offered, refusing to run and only exist like her sister had.

 

Elena beamed along with Dathan, who had kept to herself mostly throughout the conversation. “We’ll definitely take you up on that offer.” Elena promised, grabbing Stefan’s hand and pulled him out of the house, knowing what Damon wanted to talk to Violet about.

 

Once the door closed, Violet walked into the kitchen to figure out what she was having for dinner and felt Damon right behind her. “I know what you’re going to say, so say it.”

 

Damon growled, whipping her around and pushed her into the refrigerator, his eyes boring into hers. “Why did you compel me to forget you?” There was so much Damon had been compelled from with Katherine that, once he turned into a vampire, ‘Whitney’ had been completely forgotten until now.

 

“I already told you, I couldn’t chance someone pointing me out.  I compelled everyone who knew me in Mystic Falls before leaving.” Violet said, not pushing him away because honestly it felt wonderful having Damon Salvatore this close again.

 

“Uh huh and why did you act like you didn’t know who I was when you decided to attack me in my OWN house?” Damon demanded, a hand on either side of her face, pressed firmly against the refrigerator.

 

“There was no reason to bring up the past, Damon.” Violet said simply, reaching up to gently caress his handsome face with the back of her hand. “It was wrong for us to do what we did back then too.  You were far too young for me to take your innocence.” Though she hadn’t regretted that night, not for a second. “I did often think about you though after I left, if it’s any consolation.”

 

Damon remembered that night vividly now that she’d brought it back up again, his eyes slowly traveling down her body, her scent still intoxicating. “I knew there was something more about you than just you looking for Rose.  I couldn’t put my damn finger on it though, but now I remember.  And I’m the one who came to you that night.  You didn’t do anything wrong.”

 

“Yes you did.” Violet couldn’t argue that point, lowering her eyes from his. “I still shouldn’t have given into my desires though.  You were very young…”

 

“Going on twenty three.” Damon pointed out with a grunt, lifting her chin up until their eyes met again. “I wish you wouldn’t have compelled me to forget you.  You were definitely supposed to be unforgettable.”

 

“You too.” Violet whispered, feeling the pad of his thumb run across her full red lips and all those old feelings started flooding back to her. “Damon…”

 

He couldn’t resist any longer and buried his hand in her hair, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss.

 

Chapter 6

 

The moment his lips touched hers, Violet’s body lit completely on fire and suddenly she was back in 1864.  Only now he was no longer the shy boy asking her for pleasure, he was a man with an animalistic side.  Violet moaned softly as his tongue swiped across her lips, instantly opening her mouth to give him full access.  She sighed, burying her fingers in his hair and felt his arm wrap around her waist to press her against him tighter.

 

Damon was the first to end the kiss, his lips traveling down the side of her mouth to her jaw, taking his time to thoroughly torment her.  This was the woman who changed his life forever with one night of passion back in his human days.  As angry as Damon was at her for compelling him to forget all about it, he was feeling to nostalgic to stop this from happening.

 

Violet moaned, ready to turn the tables on Damon, but honestly, this assault felt too good to stop.  His lips moved from her jaw to her neck, suckling somewhat roughly on her flesh.  Gripping his hair tighter when he hit one of her sweet spots, which was just below her ear, Violet physically shivered against him, letting out another deep moan.

 

“Damon…”

 

“How about we remove some of these clothes, hmm?” He suggested in a husky voice, his mouth right by her ear and nipped the lobe, his hands running down her sides.

 

Dinner could definitely wait.  Violet was starved for attention, not remembering the last sexual encounter she had.  Vampire or not, Violet was a firm believer in falling in love and only having sex with people she cared about, loved or both.  She definitely wasn’t a normal vampire and never gave up her humanity, refusing to live like a bloodthirsty savage like most vampires in the world.

 

“Not in my kitchen.” Violet ordered breathlessly.

 

Pulling away, Violet grabbed the front of his shirt, backtracking both of them into the living room where her comfortable couch was.  Damon smirked and yanked her forcefully back into his arms, capturing her lips again as they both fell back on the couch.  While they devoured each other’s lips, Violet began unbuttoning Damon’s shirt while he reached behind her neck to undo her halter top, both of them feverish.

 

“Tear it off, go ahead.” Damon growled, grinding against her on the couch and Violet shook her head, finishing the last button.

 

“No, there’s no need to destroy clothing.” She chastised playfully against his mouth, pushing the shirt from his shoulders and down his arms, her eyes consuming him.

 

“No fun.” He groaned, bunching the material of her halter top in his strong hands and pushed it up over her head, tossing the material to the side. “No bra, so delicious…”

 

“Mmm I could say the same thing about you.” Violet moaned softly, running her hands and fingernails down his rock hard chest, the muscles rippling beneath her touch.

 

Reaching down between them, Violet unsnapped his tight dark blue jeans and shoved them down his muscular legs with her feet, pleased he went commando.  Violet wrapped her hand around his throbbing shaft, feeling the length of it and was thrilled at how big and thick he was.  Her hazy hazel eyes locked with smoldering blue as she decided to test this out, stroking up and down slowly at first. 

 

Damon hissed and groaned, closing his eyes as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.  She didn’t stop, wanting to drive him right to the edge and brink of insanity before finally ending the torment.  He grew harder instantly if that was possible, her small hand barely able to wrap fully around it and increased the stroking, loving the sound of his deep growls.  They sent shivers down her spine and made her want him that much more, every part of her craving for him to be inside of her.

 

Temped to just tear the rest of her clothes off, Damon knew that would only anger Violet and didn’t want to ruin this.  He flicked his wrist and unsnapped her blue jean shorts, reluctantly pulling back and breaking the connection of her hand on his throbbing cock.  Damon quickly removed her shorts and panties before hovering over her again, their lips meeting in another explosive kiss.

 

Violet flipped Damon over a second later, her hardened nipples brushing against his bare chest and decided to torture him a little. “My turn.” She murmured against his lips, running them down his chin to his strong jaw.

 

Damon didn’t mind her taking control for the moment, not wanting to rush this and had a feeling she didn’t want to either.  His hands caressed her back and hips, gripping her luscious ass to test how firm it was.  Her body was exactly the same as it was back in 1864, sexy and mouthwatering with curves that most women would kill to have.  She had definitely been changed at the right time in her life because Violet could literally get away with murder with a body like this.

 

Nipping and suckling on his pale skin, Violet raked her nails down his sides while moving her mouth to his ear, running the tip of her tongue along the outside.  She smirked when he shivered against her and brushed her soft lips across his throat to his other ear, giving it the same treatment as the other one.  Violet thoroughly enjoyed the affect she was having on him and began nibbling his Adam’s apple, loving the feeling of his fingers running through her auburn tresses.

 

“Damn it, Violet…” Damon groaned out, really not wanting to stop her assault, but his erection was in dire need of attention. “You’re driving me crazy…”

 

“I know.” Violet purred, her mouth traveling further down his chest and stopped at his beautiful muscular toned abs. “And I’m only getting started.”

 

Damon leaned his head back, looking down at what she was doing.  Violet was busy pressing open mouth kisses all over his abs, not leaving one spot of his gorgeous body untouched.  Her nails ran down his thighs, feeling them tremble slightly and continued kissing along his waist.  She couldn’t resist running her tongue up the dips in his hips either, the small patch of hair running in a straight line below is belly button making him even more desirable.

 

Violet was suddenly on her feet looking down at him, grabbing his hand and yanked him into a sitting position, straddling him instantly before he could blink.  The beauty of being a vampire was the speed; she did all of that within seconds, their lips meeting once again.  Damon didn’t care what position she wanted him in as long as they both enjoyed this encounter, moans and groans filling the air.

 

“I want you, Damon.”

 

Violet felt him cup her face in his strong hands, their eyes locking, making it seem as though time completely stopped.  Then, time started again as Violet felt Damon grip her hips and slowly guided his pulsating shaft inside of her, both of them gasping at the contact.  She pressed her forehead to his and wasn’t waiting to adjust to him, crying out as he filled her completely.

 

So much for taking this slow, Damon definitely wasn’t complaining and began thrusting his hips up, driving his cock inside of her deeper.  Violet leaned back and rolled her hips to meet every one of his thrusts, gripping his broad shoulders.  His hands reach up to mold her perfectly shaped breasts, tweaking her nipples gently before smoothing them with his tongue.  His thrusts became harder and faster, penetrating her to the point where Violet thought he’d never find his way back out of her again.

 

The harder his thrusts came, the louder she cried out and the closer Violet came to shattering around him.  Every nerve-ending felt like it was on fire, which would normally be bad for a vampire, but in this case it was a good fire.  The kind she desperately needed quenched and Damon was doing exactly that, only not as fast as she would’ve liked.

 

“New position…” She hissed out, gritting her teeth at how wonderful Damon felt.

 

“With pleasure.” Damon growled, nipping her neck.

 

Seconds later, Violet was on her knees on the thin carpeted floor, slamming back inside of her with a force that was nearly groundbreaking.  Violet whipped her head back, auburn locks flying and felt Damon’s hand bury in them.  Her back flew up and smashed against his chest, the thrusting not stopping, both of them completely lost in the ecstasy of it all. 

 

Violet turned her head as Damon’s lips crashed against hers, his hand wrapped around her throat.  With his free hand, Damon slid it down her flat stomach to rub her swollen bud, sending convulsions throughout her body.  The sounds of flesh smacking flesh echoed off the walls and Violet didn’t care who heard them. 

 

Reaching her arms up to wrap around Damon’s neck, Violet gripped his hair while he powered in and out of her. “Damon…”

 

His name sounded beautiful coming from her sweet mouth and Damon knew this had been dragged out long enough. “So close, Violet…” He grunted in her ear, loving a woman that could hold her own when it came to sex and nearly outlasted him.

 

A few more thrusts later and Violet shattered against him, her walls wrapping around his thick shaft in a vise grip, triggering his own release.  They both screamed out as their agony came to an end, both exploding against each other.  Violet milked Damon for everything he was worth before simply sagging against him, resting her head on his shoulder while his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

 

The rug burns on her knees were already healing and Violet had never felt this satisfied in a very long time.  She wondered what was currently going through Damon’s mind, considering they hadn’t seen each other in nearly a century and a half.  Both remained silent while they came down from their intense sexual high, Damon pressing soft kisses against her neck and Violet enjoying every second of attention from him.

 

“That was amazing.” Damon broke the silence, burying his nose in her hair. “You still smell the same.”

 

Violet chuckled softly, running her nails up and down his arms in a gentle caress, sighing. “So do you.” Smiling, Violet reluctantly extracted herself from his arms and stood up with him, turning around to stare up into those stunning blue eyes. “Time for a much needed shower.”

 

“Couldn’t agree more.” Damon began lifting her up in his arms, but Violet stepped back, raising a slow black eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”

 

Why did Violet have to sleep with him?  This was very awkward and already full of complications, two things she really didn’t need or want in her life.  If only she could tell him the truth…Violet immediately pushed that out of her mind, needing to focus on pushing him out the door before anything else transpired.

 

“This has been fun, Damon, but now it’s over.” Violet hated the words that were coming out of her mouth, picking her clothes up from the living room carpet. “I didn’t even mean for this to happen actually…”

 

Damon narrowed his eyes, not liking where this conversation was heading. “So you regret it.” That wasn’t something he hadn’t heard before, but for some reason coming from Violet, it hurt. “Right.” Snatching his jeans up, Damon pulled them on, suddenly wishing he hadn’t stayed behind and let Stefan take his car.

 

“No, it’s not like that…”

 

“Really?  Because what it sounds like to me is this was just a spare of the moment thing.  This was a mistake in other words.” Damon shot back angrily, zipping and buttoning his jeans, snatching his shirt from the floor next.

 

“No, that’s not what I mean!” Violet couldn’t believe how upset he was, but maybe it was for the best. “If you only knew…”

 

“If I only knew WHAT?” Damon demanded, glaring back at the woman who had first compelled him to forget all about her and was now ripping his heart out of his chest. “You said it yourself, Violet.  It’s been fun, a real blast, but now it’s over.  Thanks for using me.  You’re just like every other bitch out there.”

 

Violet couldn’t contain her own temper and slapped him across the face, having pulled her panties and halter top back on, snarling. “You have no idea what you’re talking about!  I didn’t use you!  You used ME!!” She shoved Damon so hard, he ended up flying back and crashing into the wall.

 

Damon was on his feet in a heartbeat and flew over to Violet, grabbing her by the throat, slamming her back against the wall as hard as he could. “I didn’t use you!  What makes you think I would use a lying slut like you anyway?” He squeezed harder when Violet started fighting him, blue eyes flashing dangerously.

 

“Let go of me!” Violet growled, closing her eyes when Damon rammed her back against the wall again, but it didn’t faze her nearly as much as it should’ve. “Damon, I’m not going to ask you again.”

 

“Or what?” Damon challenged, hissing when she actually bit his hand to the point of drawing blood, her fangs out. “Damn it, Violet!!”

 

“Told you to let go of me.” Violet stated simply, watching him shake his hand and walked over to pull her jean shorts back on. “If you must know the reason why I won’t take this further, I will gladly tell you.”

 

Damon snorted, turning to face her with his arms folded in front of his chest, the shirt completely unbuttoned. “This oughta be good.” He muttered, walking over to grab his shoes. “Go ahead then, tell me.  Blow my mind since you can’t compel it anymore.”

 

Violet ignored that little jab for now, deciding she would let her emotions out once he left. “You’re in love with Elena.” She watched as his eyes narrowed, daring him to deny it. “I saw the way you looked at her while she was here, Damon.  It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out, and I refuse to be your backup.” There, he wanted the truth and she gave it to him. “Now please leave.”

 

“That’s not true, Violet.” Damon tried arguing, but it wouldn’t do any good. “Your mind’s made up and you don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

 

“I don’t?” Violet tested, raising a brow when Damon nodded, eyeing him skeptically. “Fine, then prove it to me.  Prove to me you’re not in love with her and then we can talk about what happens from this.”

 

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Damon demanded, standing up from slipping his shoes on, shooting icicles at her. “You don’t believe me, so I don’t get how I’m supposed to ‘prove’ it to you.”

 

Violet simply smiled, walking over to open her front door now that’s she was decent. “You’ll find a way if you truly want me.”

 

Pissed beyond belief, Damon didn’t bother commenting and stormed out, running as fast as he could home.  Violet slowly closed the front door and slid down until she hit the floor, tears pouring down her face.  The truth was Violet had been in love with Damon ever since the first time they slept together when he was human. 

 

She planned on changing him into a vampire so they could be together forever, but Katherine Pierce ruined their chance.  Wiping her tears away, Violet stood up and headed into the bathroom for a much needed shower, smelling Damon’s scent all over her.  The faster she got it off, the faster she could move on from this and Damon would hopefully prove to her he wasn’t in love with another woman.

 

Only time would tell.

 

Chapter 7

 

A week passed since Violet saw Damon and she just kept to herself, trying to live a ‘normal human’ life, something Rose never could do.  Violet had other plans in mind, but in order to carry those out, she needed information from Damon.  Ever since Violet found out what happened to her sister, all she could think about was getting revenge for her death.

 

That meant there were werewolves in the area.

 

Rose would’ve never let anyone get away with killing Violet, so she wasn’t about to just sweep Rose’s death under the rug, metaphorically speaking.  No, she would get revenge for her family’s death, dying to just sink her fangs into the thick fur of the one who bit her sister.  Damon hadn’t gone into a lot of detail regarding Rose’s death, which was something Violet had to know.

 

Pulling a jar out of her nightstand drawer, Violet looked at the small herb within the glass, a vicious smirk curving her lips.  She did a little research on werewolves and found out that their number one weakness was this little herb called aconitum.  Most of the research simply called it wolfsbane.  Violet planned on getting more, the herb was very hard to come by, but by the next full moon she would have enough to take down an entire pack.

 

They were going to pay for taking her sister’s life.  Violet knew Rose probably wouldn’t be happy with her trying to get revenge, but Violet didn’t have a choice.  She went from hoping for a happy tearful reunion with her big sister after all this time to finding out she was dead at the hands of hairy beasts.  They had to be stopped and Violet was going to the one to do it, in Mystic Falls at least.

 

Violet had scoped everyone out in town and so far came up empty.  She was about to hit the jackpot though because a full moon was upon them.  A full moon was the one thing a werewolf needed to transform from human to beast and Violet planned on being out in the woods when it happened.

 

Knowing what a big risk Violet was taking in going after werewolves, she was preparing herself as much as she could.  Something told her the Salvatore brothers could help her even more, but Violet wasn’t sure if Damon even wanted to see her.  It wasn’t her fault she called him out on being in love with Elena, after sleeping with her, which Violet still couldn’t believe happened.

 

“It’s worth a shot.” Violet muttered, pacing back and forth in front of her vanity mirror, trying to decide how to go about doing this.

 

Pulling on a pair of faded blue jeans and a yellow baby doll short sleeved top, Violet brushed her hair back in a high ponytail, letting a few tendrils frame her face.  She pulled on socks and black steel toed boots, just in case she had to defend herself.  Seeing it was starting to storm outside, Violet pulled on her black long sweater and grabbed her keys, cell phone and purse before exiting the house.

 

All she could hope was that Damon felt up to having a little chat about werewolves.

 

~!~

 

“Elena, do you have a second to talk?”

 

“Sure.” Elena closed her locker and saw the concerned look on Dathan’s face, frowning. “Should we go outside to do this?”

 

Dathan nodded, not wanting anyone to overhear their conversation and walked outside with Elena, thankful school was over with.  They went to their usual talk spot, which was under the bleachers, where Dathan used to secretly watch Tyler train for football.  Now they were actually dating, which Elena thought was adorable because they were the perfect couple.

 

“What’s on your mind, Date?” She asked in an apprehensive voice, not liking the nervous expression on her friend’s face. “Is everything alright?”

 

Sighing, Dathan nodded and sat down in the grass, dropping her bag beside her. “Yeah, I just had to talk to you about Tyler.” Her cheeks instantly reddened at the mere mention of her boyfriend.

 

Elena smirked, taking a seat beside Dathan and drew her knees up to press against her chest. “Okay spill it.  What happened with you and Tyler?” She demanded, the reddening of Dathan’s cheeks pretty much telling the story, or so Elena thought.

 

“We didn’t sleep together.” Dathan automatically put that assumption to rest, though she knew it would inevitably happen. “There’s something going on with him and I can’t figure it out.”

 

Elena immediately wiped the smirk from her face, anxiety instantly taking over. “What do you mean?” She already knew what Tyler’s secret was, but wasn’t about to divulge that information to Dathan since he hadn’t.

 

“He’s been acting really weird this week and spending a lot of time on his family’s property in the woods.  I don’t know what he’s doing, but I wish he could be honest with me about it.  He’s also been really moody and even snapped at me a few times.  You know me, I have a pretty thick skin, but I put up with three years of verbal abuse from Murray and I’ll be damned if it happens again.” Dathan ranted, taking a few deep breaths and leaned back against the pole, closing her eyes. “I really like Tyler, but if he’s not going to be honest with me about what’s going on, then I don’t see us working out.”

 

Dathan had a point and Elena felt terrible that she couldn’t just come out and tell her friend about Tyler. “Look, I’m sure whatever is going on, he has a good excuse for it.” She grabbed Dathan’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Want me to talk to him about it?” Elena was planning on doing it anyway.

 

“I don’t know…” Dathan sighed heavily, turning to look out at the field and could see Tyler was nowhere to be found. “This is what I’m talking about.  Tyler has NEVER missed a football practice, to my knowledge anyway.  So where is he?”

 

Elena had a good idea where Tyler was, but of course she couldn’t say anything and sat there frowning. “Good point, I have no idea.” She lied, chewing her bottom lip. “Let me talk to him about what’s going on before you jump to any conclusions.  Tyler isn’t like Murray, I know that for a fact.”

 

Nodding, Dathan hoped Elena could get through to Tyler before it was too late, not wanting to lose him.

 

~!~

 

Pulling up to the Salvatore house, Violet simply looked up at it and slowly cut the ignition, wondering if anyone was here.  It seemed pretty quiet; Violet closed the car door and headed up to the front door, bringing her hand up to knock.  The door suddenly swung open before her hand connected, staring into the friendly green eyes of Stefan.

 

“Hello Violet.” Stefan greeted civilly, stepping aside to let her in, closing the door behind her. “What brings you here?”

 

“I wanted to talk to you and your brother about a few things.” Violet answered, walking with Stefan down the hall past the living room/parlor, where her first confrontation with Damon happened. “Is he here?”

 

Stefan nodded, already knowing Damon wasn’t going to be pleased seeing Violet, but he would have to get over it. “Hey brother, we have company.” He announced, walking into the study, smiling widely when Damon’s eyes instantly narrowed.

 

“Some company.” Damon muttered, turning right back to staring into the fire with his glass of bourbon in his hand, downing it. “What do you want, Violet?”

 

Violet didn’t let his attitude bother her, walking down to the couch with Stefan and sat down, crossing her ankles. “Who is the wolf that attacked Rose?” She was cutting straight to the chase, refusing to get into idle conversation. “What is their name?”

 

Damon definitely didn’t expect to be asked that, realizing he didn’t actually give Violet the rundown on what happened with Rose’s death. “I really don’t want to talk about this right now.” He started standing up when Violet grabbed him rather hard by the arm, forcing him back down again.

 

“You will tell me who killed her or I’ll have to beat the truth out of you, Damon.” Violet threatened in a deadly voice, hazel eyes promising a world of pain. “And don’t think I can’t do it.  I have roughly three hundred years on you, remember that.”

 

Stefan was saying out of this one, leaning back against the chair he occupied and watched in amusement.

 

Damon rolled his eyes at her idle threat and poured more bourbon in his glass while stemming his own temper. “Why do you want to know?” He asked, raising a brow at Violet, wishing she was here to talk about what happened between them.

 

He wasn’t going to tell her and that just pissed Violet off to the point where she really wanted to drive a stake through his heart. “I’m not playing the twenty questions game with you, Damon.  It was a mistake coming here.  I just figured since I helped your little friend out by giving vital information about the Originals that you would return the favor.  My mistake.” Standing, Violet began walking out of the study, already having a plan B in mind to find out who killed her sister.

 

Groaning, Damon shot up and stopped her, wrapping his hand around her arm. “Violet…” A second later, he was flipped right onto his back with her hand gripping his throat, both of them hissing at each other.

 

“Don’t touch me.” She ordered, releasing him reluctantly and stepped back to fold her arms in front of her chest, eyes narrowed.

 

“Violent much?” Damon growled, back on his feet instantly, both of them at a standoff.

 

“When the situation calls for it, yes.” Violet started leaving again, but Damon flew to stand in her way, their eyes locking again. “What?”

 

“I’ll tell you what happened.” Damon didn’t feel up to rehashing this, but Violet had helped them find out information they didn’t know about the Originals. “Sit down and I’ll tell you everything.”

 

Violet eyed him skeptically, wondering if she should trust him and finally turned around to walk toward the couch. “Glad you see things my way.” Taking a seat, Violet accepted a glass of bourbon Damon handed her, knowing it was his way of making a peace offering.

 

“I killed a werewolf named Mason Lockwood.” Damon said, deciding to start from the beginning since Violet was so hell bent on knowing everything. “He came into town and was working for Katherine.  Both of them wanted the moonstone.”

 

“The moonstone?” Violet had heard of its legend, but never thought it actually existed. “I’ve heard of it.  It supposedly holds the curse of both the sun and moon for vampires and werewolves.”

 

“Right.” Damon nodded, downing more of his tumbler. “Well it turns out that Klaus needs it for this ritual he’s planning on doing with Elena.”

 

Suddenly, Violet had a flashback of Katherine rushing into their house, a cut on her left cheek.  She looked absolutely terrified and had been holding something in her hand, something she stole from Klaus.  Violet shook her head as the vision ended with Rose shoving Katherine in the bedroom, locking her in.  Rose had been planning on taking Katherine right back to Klaus and begging his forgiveness along with the clear hockey puck sized rock.

 

“Do you have the moonstone now?” She asked, watching as Damon pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it at her. “My god, this is it.  This is what Katherine stole from Klaus the day she escaped!  Rose and I had no idea what it was, but now it makes perfect sense.” Violet tossed it back at Damon, looking over at Stefan. “Why not just destroy the stone and be done with it?”

 

Stefan sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “If we cross Klaus, he’ll kill Elena’s entire family, just like he did to Katherine’s when she killed herself to become a vampire.  He obliterated her entire family, that’s why Rose and Trevor were on the run from him for over five hundred years because Klaus thought they aided Katherine in her escape, which technically they did.”

 

Violet nodded, not really concerned about what they were going to do about Klaus because she had her own problem to deal with. “Getting back on track, I’m assuming Katherine was planning something with the moonstone or else she wouldn’t have been with a werewolf.” Both brothers nodded. “Continue with the story, Damon.”

 

“Mason tried outing us to the sheriff about what we were and nearly had us killed.  So, we captured him with Elena’s witch friend, brought him back here and I tortured him to find out what they wanted with the moonstone.  Katherine lied to him and said she wanted to break the curse of the moon so that way Mason would never have to turn into a werewolf again.  That was a lie.  I ended up ripping his heart out of his chest.  He was a threat.” Damon stopped explaining for a moment to finish off his tumbler, going for a refill. “Right after that happened, your sister and Trevor kidnapped Elena.  They were going to hand her over to Elijah in exchange for their freedom because they were tired of running.  Elijah agreed and ended up knocking Trevor’s head from his shoulders, killing him.”

 

Trevor was dead too?  Violet lowered her head as tears filled her eyes, not believing her entire family was gone.  Of course Rose would resort to such desperate acts in order to stop running from the Originals.  Using Elena like that wasn’t a smart way to go, especially since both Salvatore brothers were obviously in love with her.

 

“Go on.” Violet whispered, blinking the tears away, refusing to cry.

 

Damon suddenly felt remorse from how cruel he’d been talking about Violet’s family’s death, taking a few moments to let her recollect herself. “After Elijah killed Trevor and pardoned Rose, she came to us wanting to help stop Klaus from carrying out his plans.  She stayed here because she had nowhere else to go.” Damon refused to reveal what else happened between him and Rose to her little sister, deciding to take those moments to the grave. “Another werewolf and her buddies came into Mystic Falls looking for Mason.  I was trying to see if she was a werewolf, so my friend Alaric bought her a drink and poured some wolfsbane in it.  She caught it and marked me for death.  Later that night, she broke into our house and went to attack me, but Rose ended up coming between us.  The wolf bit her on the shoulder and I ended up stabbing the wolf, but didn’t injure her enough.”

 

“What was her name?” Violet whispered, gritting her teeth as she stared straight into the fire.

 

“Jules.” Stefan answered solemnly, feeling terrible for Violet to have to hear how her sister was killed. “Violet…”

 

“I have to go.” Violet got the information she needed and now it was time to track this bitch down for touching Rose. “Thank you for your information, gentlemen.”

 

Damon could only watch as she walked out of the study and looked down at Stefan, both of them suddenly flying after her before she could leave.

 

Chapter 8

 

Violet blinked when Damon stopped her from walking out the front door, blocking it and Stefan was behind her. “I have to leave.” If she had to physically move Damon, she would.

 

“No.” Damon took a step toward her, electric blue eyes full of intensity. “There’s a reason you came here wanting to know who killed Rose.”

 

“Damon, get out of my way.”

 

He wasn’t budging an inch, glancing at his little brother, both of them reading each other’s expressions. “What are you planning, Violet?” Damon demanded, folding his arms in front of his chest.

 

“Nothing.” Violet lied, not about to divulge that information to him. “You two have enough on your plate with Klaus coming after Elena.  Don’t worry about what I’m planning.”

 

“Violet,” Stefan’s gentle voice sounded behind her, watching her turn to face him. “Whatever you’re planning, it’s not worth getting killed.  Rose wouldn’t want that for you.”

 

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m not planning anything.” She lied once again, turning back to face Damon with narrowed hazel eyes. “Now get out of my way so I can leave.”

 

Damon knew she was lying. “Not until you tell me the truth.” She wanted him to prove he wanted her, that’s what Damon was trying to do. “Why did you want to know who killed Rose?” He asked again, eyebrows gathering together.

 

“I’m her sister, I have the right to know who killed her.” Violet said simply, needing to get home so she could start prepping for the full moon.

 

“Stefan, she’s lying.” Damon hoped his little brother didn’t buy these lame lies, deciding to bait Violet until she spilled the truth. “You know, I just realized there’s a full moon coming up next week.  Thursday I think it is.”

 

Violet tensed upon hearing that, glaring angrily at Damon. “What’s your point?” She snapped, placing her hands on her hips.

 

“No point, just figured I’d mention that because we ALL know what happens when a full moon comes.” Damon said nonchalantly, slowly beginning to circle Violet. “I think we should have a small dinner party that night, Stefan.”

 

Stefan didn’t know what his brother planned on accomplishing with this, though it would definitely get Elena’s mind off of what was happening. “Sounds good to me, though Tyler won’t be able to attend and I think Dathan is going to be with him.”

 

“Stupid girl.” Damon snorted, draping an arm around Violet’s shoulders. “Wanna be my date then?”

 

“No.” Violet shoved his arm away roughly, flying to the door, only for Damon to block it. “I’m busy that night.”

 

“Doing what?” Damon knew he would really have to push her buttons in order to make the truth come out. “Or who?”

 

That did it.  Violet hauled off and slapped the taste out of his mouth, making his head whip to the side of almost snapping his neck.  She couldn’t believe Damon actually said something like that to her, gritting her teeth as the tears began forming again.  Even Stefan cringed from the lethal blow, watching as his brother popped his neck back into place, the sound echoing off the walls.

 

“How DARE you talk to me like that, you egotistical PRICK!” Violet shouted, consumed with rage by now and had a feeling that’s what Damon was trying to do. “It was definitely a mistake coming here and an even BIGGER mistake having sex with a man who is in love with his brother’s girl!”

 

Now fury burned in Damon’s eyes and he couldn’t help wondering if this woman had a death wish. “I will rip your heart out if you say that again, Violet.” He promised darkly, staring down at her with squared shoulders. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

 

“Oh I don’t?” Violet snorted, wondering if Damon really thought she was that daft and blind. “I saw the way you looked at her, Damon, so try denying it all you want.  You stay out of my business and I’ll gladly stay out of yours.  Now for the last time, get the hell out of my way.”

 

“You wanted me to prove that I wasn’t and this is me doing that!” Damon growled, gripping her shoulders and shook her so hard, her teeth slightly rattled. “I know what you’re planning to do and you’re going to end up dead like Rose!”

 

A few tears slipped down Violet’s cheeks as she gripped the front of Damon’s short sleeved black shirt, shaking slightly. “Then so be it.” She whispered, having lived on this earth for over five hundred years and wasn’t afraid of perishing.

 

Damon heard that and knew he couldn’t let Violet go on this suicide mission.  He owed Rose that much to keep her only relative alive.  Not saying a word, Damon wrapped his arms tightly around her body, hugging her close to him while her tears soaked into his shirt.  He looked over at Stefan, both of them nodding simultaneously and Stefan rushed upstairs for a few minutes while Damon stalled Violet.

 

“I have to go…” She sniffled, trying to pull away from Damon, but all he did was increase pressure of the embrace, hugging her tighter. “Damon…”

 

“Don’t run away from me, Violet.” Damon murmured, his mouth right by her ear, before pulling back to stare down into her beautiful hazel eyes. “Don’t cry.”

 

Violet reached up to wipe her tears away, wishing this heartache over her family’s death would go away, wishing she could just turn all of her emotions off. “I have to do this, Damon.” She said, reaching up to caress his face lovingly with the back of her hand. “I owe Rose that much for saving my life.”

 

Sighing heavily, Damon nodded and placed his hand over hers on his face, their fingers lacing together. “I know.”

 

He dipped his head and suddenly captured her lips in a passionate kiss, wrapping his free arm around her waist.  Violet couldn’t help reciprocating the kiss, their linked hands moving to the back of his neck.  She suddenly pulled her hand out of his to bury both of them in his black hair, pushing him back against the wall, their mouths moving in perfect rhythm against each other.

 

Just as the kiss became more heated, Violet suddenly felt something burning in her lower back and felt Damon’s lips leave hers, not understanding what was happening.  It felt as if she couldn’t breathe as Violet slumped to the floor, gasping for air.  Stefan held the now empty needle in his hand, having injected Violet with vervain to immobilize her temporarily.

 

“I can’t let you get yourself killed, Violet.” Damon said, brushing strands of auburn away from her face and lifted her up in his arms. “Thanks brother.”

 

Stefan nodded solemnly, really hating they had to go to these drastic measures to protect Violet. “Cellar?”

 

Damon nodded, knowing they didn’t have any other rooms in the house that could contain her. “Go grab some blankets for her.” He requested, carrying a limp Violet to the cellar door, heading down the stairs with her. “I’m not one to apologize for my actions and I’m not going to start now.  Hate me all you want, but this is for the best, Violet.”

 

Once the full moon passed, Damon would release her and figure out a way to stop her from wanting revenge for Rose’s death.  Opening the thick wooden door, Damon walked in and gently set Violet on the small bedding that was under some dim lights.  She would be out for a couple of hours at least because of how much vervain Stefan injected and Damon decided to just her rest. 

 

When she got up, Violet was not going to be happy at what the Salvatore brothers did to her.

 

~!~

 

Walking inside the grill, Elena headed to a nearby table, waiting for Tyler to arrive so they could talk.  She promised Dathan she would do it and, with the full moon coming up soon, there was no time like the present.  She looked down when her cell phone began vibrating and smiled at the sight of Stefan’s name flashing on the caller ID, answering it.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Hey, where are you?” Stefan asked, standing in the study while Damon dealt with Violet.

 

Elena’s smile instantly disappeared. “I’m at the grill waiting for Tyler, why?  What’s wrong?” She demanded, knowing the tone of Stefan’s voice. “What happened, Stefan?”

 

Sometimes Stefan hated that Elena could read him so well, even over the phone, sighing. “Violet paid us a visit today.  Look, I don’t want to go into detail, but we ended up injecting her with vervain and locking her up.  She was going to go on a suicide mission and get herself killed because she wants to kill Jules.”

 

“Oh my god.” Elena whispered, covering her mouth with her hand, brown eyes wide. “Is she okay?  Damon didn’t…hurt her, did he?”

 

“No, she’s fine.  She’s in the cellar right now and we’re not letting her leave until the full moon passes, which is next Thursday…” Stefan really hated telling Elena this because she’d been through enough lately with Klaus wanting her for a sacrifice. “I’m calling to tell you because I don’t want you going down to the cellar for any reason.  She’s not going to be happy and she’s a lot older than us, which makes her very strong.  Violet could hurt you, Elena.”

 

Elena completely understood, though she couldn’t help feeling awful about Violet having to be locked up. “I won’t, Stefan.” She promised, trusting Stefan’s judgment. “Listen, I have to go.  Tyler just walked in and I really need to talk to him.”

 

“One more thing.” Stefan looked over his shoulder, feeling Damon’s presence and accepted the glass of bourbon his brother handed him. “Damon wants to have a dinner party next Thursday.”

 

Confusion entered her eyes as Elena frowned thoughtfully. “Why would he want to do that?”

 

“To keep everyone inside and out of the woods.” Stefan answered, sitting down on the couch in front of the fireplace, having grabbed a book to read. “So, do you want to be my date?”

 

Elena giggled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Of course.” Then suddenly, Elena realized the real reason Damon wanted to have this dinner party on the night of the full moon. “Is Violet going to be there?”

 

“She won’t have a choice.” Stefan stated evenly, hoping Elena didn’t think he was being cocky or arrogant. “We’re doing what’s best for her, Elena.”

 

“I know, I’m not judging you, Stefan.” Elena assured him softly, sipping her water that Matt brought over. “I really have to go now.”

 

“Alright, I love you.”

 

“Love you too.” Elena hung up and put her cell phone away, not wanting anyone disturbing them. “Hey Tyler!” She called out, waving him over with a smile, hoping he wouldn’t get angry for what they were going to talk about.

 

“Hey Elena.” Tyler greeted, sitting down across from her and they both placed their orders with Matt. “So, what did you want to talk about?  You said it was urgent.”

 

Elena nodded, sipping her soda thoughtfully. “I know this is none of my business, but I’m sticking my nose in it anyway.  The way you’ve been treating Dathan lately really has her wondering if she should be with you.  Murray treated her like garbage for three years, which you already know.” She leaned forward, dropping her voice a little more. “I know the full moon is coming up and you can’t help feeling angry about it, but take my advice: If you don’t want to lose Dathan, you need to come clean about what you are.”

 

Normally Tyler would’ve lashed out, but this was Elena he was talking too and he knew she was doing this for Dathan. “I know I’ve been distancing myself from her lately, but I feel like if I don’t, I’m going to hurt her.” That’s the last thing he wanted to do because he actually cared about Dathan, possibly even loved her. “I just have no idea how to come out and say I morph into a fur ball on every full moon.”

 

Elena couldn’t help laughing, smiling when Matt brought them their food and popped a fry in her mouth. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe Dathan has a dark secret of her own?” Since Dathan wanted to know everything about Tyler, she figured Tyler deserved the same.

 

“What do you mean?” Tyler demanded, popping a fried mushroom in his mouth, chewing somewhat loudly. “What dark secret?”

 

“I’m going to let Dathan tell you that.  It’s not my place, but the sooner you come clean about your secret, the sooner you’ll find out hers.” Elena made it sound so simple, even though she knew it wasn’t. “I love Dathan like a sister and I don’t want to see her get hurt, Tyler.  She wants to help you, but she doesn’t know how to do it.  Let her help you and stop being stubborn.”

 

Tyler sighed heavily, nodding. “I got it, Elena.  We have a date tomorrow night, I’ll tell her then.”

 

“You’re doing the right thing and she’ll understand.” Elena assured him, knowing Tyler would find a way to tell Dathan about his curse.

 

Elena didn’t bother telling Tyler about the dinner party because he would be too busy locking himself up with thick chains in his family’s cellar.  She hoped Dathan was with him when it happened too because this would be Tyler’s second transformation.  Caroline had helped him through his first transformation and they tried being together, but it never worked out.  They were enemies by nature and it started tearing them apart, so they both decided to just be friends.

 

They finished eating and Elena decided to head to home first to check in with her Aunt Jenna and her brother Jeremy.  She loved her family, even though a lot had happened recently with the Originals.  Elena really hoped Violet was still going to help with that problem after she was released once the full moon passed.  It just proved the lengths Damon would go to protect the ones he loved and cared about most, even if his actions were sometimes compromising and sabotaging.

 

Deep down, Elena knew Damon’s feelings for her were null and void because of Violet, which she was perfectly fine with.  They were good for each other.  Violet set Damon straight and Damon challenged her.  Violet reminded Elena so much of Rose, but she also had this fire about her that couldn’t be missed or ignored.  Even in the short amount of time Elena knew Violet, she was very observant and could tell she had feelings for Damon from how she talked about the past.

 

Now all Damon had to do was admit how he felt about Violet.

 

Chapter 9

 

Hazel eyes slowly fluttered later that night and Violet felt like a truck had ran her over repeatedly, hissing out.  Violet slowly rolled over and groaned when she ended up falling off the small bedding she was sleeping on, hitting the hard cold concrete ground.  Dust flew up her nose, causing Violet to cough as she remained on her knees for a few minutes, trying to stop the dizziness.

 

“What the hell happened to me?” She whispered, slowly pushing herself up to sit back on her haunches, breathing in and out slowly.

 

“You were injected with vervain.”

 

Violet’s eyes flew open, her head instantly turning to stare up at Damon through the bars and could feel the anger welling up inside of her. “What?” She suddenly flew at the door, crashing against it as hard as she could. “Let me out of here right now.”

 

Even with vervain still in her system, Violet was incredibly strong and could easily rip him to shreds.  Damon wasn’t letting her out of there until she agreed not to kill him.  He knew the huge risk he was taking by using vervain, but even Stefan agreed with him that she couldn’t go off on a suicide mission against the werewolves.  One bite is all it would take and she would be dead.

 

“I can’t.” Damon said softly, leaning back against the wall while her hands gripped the metal bars tightly.

 

“Y-You have no right doing this to me.” Violet knew she was exerting a lot of energy by simply standing, the vervain not completely out of her system yet. “No right.” Stumbling, Violet dropped to her knees, raking her nails down the door and left small scratch marks in it, tears filling her eyes. “Why are you doing this?”

 

“I think you know the answer to that question, Violet.” Damon said, pushing away the regret because all he was trying to do was save her life. “I couldn’t let you do it.”

 

Gritting her teeth, Violet knew exactly what Damon was referring to and closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against the door. “Damn it Damon, I knew what I was doing.  That’s no reason for you to inject me with vervain and lock me up.” Her voice remained calm and soft, which was definitely a sign at how angry she was.

 

“I can’t take that chance.” Damon pushed away from the wall and sat on the opposite side, his face right by the door. “I care about you too much to let you just go and get yourself killed.”

 

“Damon…” Violet started crying, not able to stop the tears from streaming down her face and hit the door several times. “Don’t you understand?  If it was your brother or someone you really cared about, maybe even loved…” Then she decided to really hit him where she knew it would hurt. “If it was ELENA, wouldn’t you do everything you could to get revenge for her death?”

 

Damon closed his eyes tightly shut, not believing she actually brought Elena into the conversation. “Low blow, Violet.” He muttered, loud enough for her to hear.

 

That reaction told her everything she needed to know. “Then you should understand my motivation to want to kill the bitch that took my sister’s life.” Violet stated in a stronger voice, wiping her tears away and sat back on her haunches. “I want revenge, Damon, but don’t think for a second I would purposefully get myself killed.  I came here to find out what happened to Rose and you blew it completely out of proportion.”

 

“No, I know what you were planning to do.  The full moon is less than a week away; do you really think I’m that stupid?” Damon demanded, leaning his head back against the wall and stretched his legs out in front of him. “Even my little brother agreed with me.”

 

“You and your brother are wrong then.  I wasn’t going to go after the wolf until I knew she was at her most vulnerable.  It was going to be the DAY of the full moon because that’s when a werewolf is at their most vulnerable.  They feel pain and aches throughout their body because it’s preparing for the transformation.  There’s no way I would go against a full blown wolf, that would definitely mean death for me.” Violet coughed a little, her throat feeling like she swallowed a thousand razor blades, her thirst for blood increased because of the vervain.

 

Damon wanted to believe her, but Violet had seemed so hell bent on finding out who the wolf was that killed Rose. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?” He finally asked, running his fingers along the dirty flooring and hated that Violet was crying.

 

“I have no reason to lie to you, Damon.” Violet replied quietly, meaning every word that came out of her mouth. “One thing I’ve never done, even as a vampire, is lie.  I don’t condone or respect it.  Anyone who lies is pathetic and should have their tongues cut out.  Believe what you want though; keep me locked up like an animal until after the full moon.  But sooner or later, I will go after that bitch that took Rose’s life and rip her heart out.”

 

Sighing heavily, Damon was battling with himself to believe her or not.  Violet made several valid points that he couldn’t ignore.  She didn’t have any reason to lie to him.  What if she had been planning on going after Jules before the full moon?  They would’ve pissed her off and injected her with vervain for nothing.  He slowly stood up from the ground and began pacing back and forth, contemplating what to do.

 

“If I let you out of there, I have three conditions.” Damon decided to compromise and make a deal or else he was going to leave her in there until after the full moon passed.

 

“What are they?” Violet asked, now lying back on the hardened ground staring up at the ceiling.

 

“One: You don’t kill me or my brother because we were trying to help you.  Two: You stay here until after the full moon passes.  And three: When you go after the wolf bitch, I want to go with you.” Damon named off the stipulations, looking through the bars and down at her, seeing she wasn’t moving an inch. “You agree to all of that and I’ll let you out of here right now.”

 

Violet didn’t say anything for a few minutes and contemplated the stipulations, deciding they were fair enough. “Fine, agreed.” She whispered, hearing the lock click and the door swung open, Damon stepping inside.

 

Taking a chance, Damon walked over and extended his hand to her, his electric blue eyes trusting her and hoped he didn’t regret it. “Come on, there’s a nice hot shower or bath with your name on it.” He murmured softly, watching as those hazel eyes locked with his.

 

Reaching up, Violet clasped his hand tightly in her own and felt Damon pull her to her feet. “Thanks.” She whispered, releasing his hand and slowly made her way out of the cellar toward the stairs. “Give me a minute.” She requested, gripping the railings and began pushing herself up every single step, her body aching because of the vervain.

 

Damon watched her struggle for about two minutes before finally taking matters into his own hands, lifting her up in his arms. “This’ll be much faster.” He said with a smirk, feeling Violet lean her head against his chest and headed up the rest of the stairs, taking her straight to his bedroom.

 

Violet felt Damon lay her down gently on a very soft surface a few seconds later, knowing instantly it was a bed.  It felt like heaven on her back, the cot she’d slept on not comfortable at all.  She felt Damon remove her socks and shoes, his hands sliding up her legs and thighs to the button of her jeans, their eyes locking again. 

 

Honestly, Violet wasn’t angry with Damon because all he had been trying to do was protect her and didn’t realize what her whole plan entailed.  The fact he wanted to help her get revenge for Rose’s death just made her love him even more, wishing he felt the same way about her.  Stefan had thought the same thing and for the brothers to agree on something was very rare. 

 

Lifting up after he unsnapped her jeans, Violet felt her legs suddenly exposed and didn’t flinch when he pressed a soft kiss to each of her knees.  She felt him grab her hands and pulled her up gently in a sitting position.  Violet lifted her arms at his request and soon she was in just her yellow lace bra and panties before him, which contrasted beautifully against her pale skin.

 

“Shower or bath?” Damon asked, reaching back to pull his shirt off over his head, tossing the material to the side. “Because you’re not bathing alone.”

 

There was no point arguing with him and Violet honestly didn’t mind, considering they already slept together. “Bath.” She whispered, slowly standing up from the bed to follow him into the bathroom.

 

There was a small fireplace going already, the warmth washing over her while Damon ran the water, pouring some vanilla scented bubble bath in it.  She simply stood there while Damon removed his jeans before turning to face her, pulling her into his arms by the hand.  Violet knew this wasn’t a smart thing to do, but she couldn’t help what she wanted and who she wanted.

 

Damon unclasped her bra and moved to stand behind her, pulling the material down her shoulders and arms, tossing it over his shoulder.  He then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties, pressing soft kisses to the back of her shoulder blades and neck.  Letting out a soft sigh, Violet stepped out of them and felt Damon’s arm encircle her waist, feeling him move her hair to the side as he continued raining kisses all over her.

 

“I forgive you, Damon.” She murmured, melting against him and didn’t even have the desire to hurt him for what he did to her.

 

“I know.” He chuckled, slowly turning her around until their eyes met again. “Ready to get clean?”

 

When she nodded, Damon lifted her up in his arms again and deposited her in the soothing hot bubbly water, the smell of vanilla completely surrounding them.  Violet instantly turned into mush at the feeling and leaned back against the tub, running water over her arms along with bubbles.  Damon slipped in on the other side, both of them facing each other and had two glasses in his hand with a bottle of wine, already popping it open.

 

“Thank you.” She accepted the glass he handed her and slowly sipped it, the burning in her throat instantly diminishing drastically.

 

“I brought you this too.” Damon reached over the garden tub and picked up the bag of blood, handing it over to her.

 

Violet didn’t take it at first, just simply stared at it and knew she couldn’t drink it all. “Damon…” She looked away from him, tears filling her eyes once again and downed the rest of her wine, taking a very deep breath.

 

“What is it?” Damon pulled her closer to him, lifting her chin to meet his eyes again, concern swirling through his. “What’s wrong, Violet?”

 

“I can’t drink the whole bag.” She whispered, seeing the confusion cross his face and knew she would probably regret saying this, but Damon would end up forcing the truth out of her in the end. “I only take a few drops of blood a day to keep my strength, but I…I don’t hunt humans.  I killed one human when I was changed and haven’t taken another innocent life since.”

 

Damon blinked, his mouth actually forming an O because Violet had been around a lot longer than him. “Really?” When she nodded, Damon released her and leaned back against the tub, needing a minute to process that. “You’ve survived on just a few drops of blood every day.  Where do you get the blood from?”

 

“Hospitals, blood banks, but never from a living breathing human.” Violet wasn’t ashamed of what she was, but that didn’t give her a right to spill innocent blood and take lives for her survival. “One bag like that lasts me a few months.”

 

First Stefan had his animal strict diet and now the woman he could potentially love didn’t enjoy the hunt?  What the hell was this world coming to?  They were vampires!  It was in their nature to hunt down humans and feed on their blood for survival!  How the hell Violet had actually resisted and trained her body to function on just a few drops of human blood a day was astounding to Damon.

 

“I know what you’re thinking and I’m going to tell you the same thing I’ve told every other vampire I’ve come across in the past.  Just because I’m a vampire doesn’t mean I have to slaughter the innocent when there are more humane ways to survive.” Violet took the bottle of wine from Damon and poured herself another glass, next taking the blood bag. “You’ll have to finish this off for me.”

 

Damon just waved her off and watched as she ripped open the blood bag only enough to let drops of blood fall out.  All he could do was stare while Violet took exactly three drops of blood on her tongue before handing the bag to him, a deep frown marring his handsome face.  She had been injected with vervain, Violet would need a lot more blood to heal from it and regain her strength.

 

“You need more.” Damon insisted, pushing the blood bag back in her hands, and could instantly see she wasn’t going to do it. “Violet, you NEED it to regain your strength.”

 

“I’ll be fine.” Violet insisted, pushing it back into his hands and didn’t let go until he took it from her, a small smile on her lips. “Trust me Damon; I’ve trained my body over five hundred years.  If I were to drink anymore, my body wouldn’t function properly and then I would have even more problems on my hands.”

 

As much as Damon loathed hearing that, he knew it made perfect sense because Stefan had done the same thing with his body.  Granted, he had fell off the wagon once a few months back when he had to drink Elena’s blood to heal from an attack.  He ended up becoming a blood junky and Damon had to lock him up, with the help of Elena, which lead to Stefan nearly letting himself burn in the sun. 

 

Elena saved him from his demise though and Stefan had gone back to his animal diet.  That was until they were attacked again by the sheriff of Mystic Falls, Liz, thanks to the now dead werewolf, Mason.  Stefan took a while to heal from that attack because they’d been shot multiple times.  Liz ended up being locked up at the Salvatore house until the vervain she ingested was out of her system so Damon could compel her, but it was Caroline who ended up compelling her own mother until forgetting everything. 

 

After that, Stefan knew he had to start drinking human blood because it gave him a lot more strength, which he needed to not only protect her, but himself as well.  Elena agreed he could do it on one condition and, ever since then, Stefan had taken a few drops of her blood each day.  It was the only way for Stefan to learn control and not turn into a raging ripper like he had in the past or a blood junky.

 

Breaking out of his thoughts, Damon just poured the blood bag in his huge wine glass and tossed the empty bag in the nearby trashcan, sipping it. “You remind me a lot of my brother.” He commented thoughtfully, watching as Violet smiled softly and held his glass up to her. “Just so you know, injecting you with vervain was one of my ways of proving to you that I want you and not Elena.”

 

Violet simply nodded, tapping her glass gently against his. “I know.”

 

Chapter 10

 

To say Tyler was nervous about this date with Dathan was an understatement.

 

He wore a tan short sleeved shirt that looked ready to bust off of his biceps with a black long sleeved dress shirt over it, leaving the top few buttons undone.  Tyler slipped on a pair of black dress pants and shiny black shoes, his hair spiked up with styling gel.  Fixing the collar for the umpteenth time, Tyler took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, trying to get his head on straight.

 

“You can do this.  She wants you.  Just do what Elena said.” He said to his reflection, plastering on a smile and looked at the clock, knowing it was time to go pick Dathan up.

 

“Tyler, are you here?” His mother, Carol, called up the stairs.

 

“Yeah coming, Mom!” Tyler called back, spraying himself with some more cologne, before heading out of his room and downstairs. “What’s up?”

 

Carol smiled widely at how handsome her son was and knew he had a date tonight. “Dathan, I presume?” She smirked when he nodded and fixed his collar, smoothing his shirt down a little. “You should wear a tie.”

 

“Mom.” Tyler groaned, refusing to look like a moron on their first date. “We’re just going out to dinner and a movie.”

 

“Your father wore a tie all the time.”

 

“Dad was also the mayor, so it was somewhat required.” Tyler argued, pulling away from his mother’s fussing and grabbed his keys from the table, already having his wallet. “I won’t be back till late.”

 

Carol nodded with a soft sigh. “Just be careful, Tyler.” She cautioned, watching her only son walk out the door and went to have a much needed drink.

 

Tyler arrived at Dathan’s fifteen minutes later, thankful he was right on time and stepped out of the car, walking to the front door.  He’d never met Dathan’s parents before, though Carol was good friends with them since her father was on the council.  Clearing his throat, Tyler took another deep breath before knocking on the door, feeling as though he was standing on pins and needles.

 

The door opened and Tyler had to learn how to breathe at the sight of Dathan.  She was absolutely gorgeous in a dark red strapless dress that went two inches above the knee, a matching sheer shawl over her shoulders.  Her blonde hair was piled up on top of her head with a few spiral tendrils framing her face.  Her nails had red tips, a simple diamond necklace with matching stud earrings and her heels were black.  Everything from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, which were freshly pedicured with red tips, painted the most stunning picture Tyler ever saw.

 

“Wow.” Tyler finally exhaled, watching as her cheeks flushed a deep red and extended his hand, his dark eyes never leaving pale green. “You look…Wow…”

 

Dathan had devoured Tyler with her eyes as well, not believing how handsome he looked and felt butterflies erupt through her stomach. “I could say the same about you.” She slipped her hand into his, feeling Tyler pull her gently into his arms, kissing her softly. “Isn’t it a little early for you to be kissing me?”

 

“Hell no.” Tyler rumbled against her lips, causing her to laugh softly. “Come on, we have dinner reservations.” It wasn’t going to be a normal dinner either as Tyler guided her down the steps toward his car. “Parents not home tonight I take it?”

 

“Nope, they’re on their own date.” Dathan said, smiling when Tyler opened the door for her and slipped inside the passenger seat.

 

Tyler was thankful for that because he really didn’t feel up to the awkward meeting parents ordeal, not tonight at least.  Slipping behind the wheel, Tyler fired up the engine and drove off toward the destination of where their date was going to be.  He hoped Dathan was prepared for what he was about to tell her, his palms becoming sweaty at the thought.

 

Two things would happen.  Either Dathan would scream bloody murder and try to get as far away from him as possible or she would accept his secret.  Tyler really hoped she accepted him because he honestly wanted this to work with her.  He started heading into the woods, looking over at Dathan and grabbed her hand in his, their fingers entwining together.

 

Elena had called and told Dathan about her talk with Tyler, so she had a feeling he was coming clean about whatever had been bothering him lately.  Dathan was prepared for absolutely anything, having thought over several possibilities.  Deciding since Tyler was perchance coming clean to her tonight with his secret, she would divulge her own.  She just hoped Tyler still wanted her once tonight was all said and done, feeling her own nerves start to surface.

 

Tyler pulled into a secluded area a few minutes later and cut the ignition, staring straight ahead with his hands still on the wheel.  The tension was so thick in the car it couldn’t be cut with the sharpest knife, both of them clearly on edge.  Elena told Dathan to have an open mind about what Tyler was going to tell her and she promised she would, no matter the subject.

 

“Come on.” Tyler slid out of the car and walked over to open Dathan’s, extending his hand to her. “I need to show you something.”

           

“In the woods?” Dathan really wished she wouldn’t have dressed up so much, though Tyler had and she immediately discarded that thought.

 

Tyler nodded, a clear flat path starting from where he parked and went deep into the woods, where he would show her everything.  They walked in silence, the moon being their only light, and Tyler moved branches out of the way so they didn’t smack Dathan in the face.  Dathan could only walk with Tyler, squeezing his hand reassuringly because she could feel him slightly shaking.

 

Soon, they were standing in front of a small platform with stairs and it looked extremely old. “Date, there’s something I need to tell you, but in order for me to do that, I need to show you everything.” He knew that didn’t make sense, slowly turning to face her, his dark eyes reflecting in the moonlight. “Are you sure you want to know?  Because once you take this step with me, there’s no going back.  You have to be sure and you have to be open-minded.”

 

Dathan could see how serious he was and grabbed his other hand, pressing them against her chest with a soft smile. “Whatever it is, Ty, I’m ready.” She assured him, reaching one hand up to caress his face and suddenly leaned up to brush her lips against his. “Show me.”

 

Nodding, Tyler carefully guided her down the stairs to part of the old Lockwood Estate property and arrived at a wooden door with a heavy latch.  Squeezing Dathan’s hand, he pulled the latch back and opened the door, descending a few more stairs until they arrived at a thick old iron gate. Dathan couldn’t help feeling a little creepy because of how old this place looked, but refused to turn back now; watching as Tyler slowly pushed open the gate.

 

Pale green eyes widened at the sight of the small circular room they now stood in, a dim light coming from a small crack in the ceiling that gave enough light to see everything.  The walls had bolts in them with hoops, thick steel chains attached to each of them.  There had to be at least six, though Dathan wasn’t really paying attention.  She walked in further and saw there was a very small room with another gate, her eyebrows furrowing together.

 

“Is this some kind of torture chamber?” Dathan half-joked, feeling a little uneasy as she kept walking around and wrapped the shawl a little tighter around her shoulders. “Somewhere to take me so nobody can hear my screams?”

 

Tyler wasn’t laughing though, his eyes slowly running over the thick chains and physically shivered, clearing his throat. “This is part of the ruins of my family’s old estate.  This is what I use to…to transform.” He suddenly felt a huge lump form in his throat, forcing him to stop talking.

 

“Transform?” Dathan blinked, not understanding what he was talking about. “Tyler, what are you talking about?”

 

“I’m a werewolf, Dathan.”

 

Instantly, Dathan felt her stomach tighten and she could only stare at Tyler with an open mouth, pale green eyes shot open to the size of saucers.  Did she just hear him right?  Did Tyler Lockwood actually just tell her he morphed into a WOLF?  This had to be some kind of joke, what the hell was going on?  Dathan suddenly heard Elena’s voice in her head, telling her to have an open-mind about what Tyler’s secret was, tears filling her eyes.

 

“Oh my god…” She whispered, covering her mouth with her hand and watched as Tyler nodded as tears filled his own eyes. “Tyler…”

 

“The Lockwood’s have a curse, Dathan.  We have the werewolf gene in our bloodline, but the only way to trigger it is if…if…” Tyler suddenly hit the wall as hard as he could, putting a small dent in it and felt his hand instantly start healing. “Damn it!!”

 

Dathan knew this was extremely hard for Tyler and walked over to him, touching his arm, only for him to shrug her off. “Tyler, look at me.” She ordered, suddenly grabbing his face and forcing him to do it, their eyes locking. “I’m right here.  I’m not running and screaming.  I’m listening to everything you’re saying.  Now tell me everything.”

 

“You have to kill someone, Date.” He whispered solemnly, placing his hands over hers and felt a tear slide down his cheek. “I…I killed someone, but it was an accident…”

 

“Sarah.”

 

Dathan remembered the masquerade party Carol Lockwood threw in memory of her husband because it’d been his idea.  She had been in the room with Tyler, Matt, Sarah and Murray.  Murray had stepped away to get them something to drink when Matt started antagonizing Tyler, spouting off at the mouth about his father.  Caroline ended up walking in at that moment just as Tyler and Matt were about to fight, thankfully breaking it up.

 

Later, they found out Matt had been compelled by a vampire to do it and apparently so had Sarah.  She still remembered how Sarah had suddenly gone in a trance and grabbed a letter opener off the desk in the room they were in, stabbing Tyler in the shoulder.  Tyler had pushed her away with a lot of force and Sarah ended up hitting her head on the edge of the desk, killing her instantly.

 

Tyler had completely freaked out and Caroline shoved everyone out of the room, including her, which Dathan hadn’t minded at the time.  Now she understood why Tyler had lost it and Dathan suddenly remembered how his eyes instantly glowed a deep amber gold.  At the time, she thought she’d been hallucinating because they had been drinking, but now she knew for a fact it was real.

 

“It didn’t matter if it was an accident or not, she died by my hand.  The curse triggered after that and…I had to prepare for the transformation.  That’s why I come here.  These chains,” Tyler paused, yanking on them as they clunked together, echoing off the walls. “Are supposed to keep me from getting loose, so I don’t go killing anyone.  When I’m in transformation, I don’t know what I’m doing or what’s happening.  I’m a killer, Dathan.”

 

Dathan couldn’t imagine the amount of pain and agony Tyler had to go through transforming into a deadly beast. “No you’re not.” Dathan forced his eyes to meet hers again, cupping his face tightly so he couldn’t look away from her. “You are still the same Tyler you always were.  You’re just a little different now.”

 

“How can you be so calm and rational about this?” Tyler demanded, shoving away from her and raked his hands through his hair, growling. “You should be screaming and running as far away from me as you can, Dathan.  I’M A WEREWOLF; did you not hear me the first time?  I KILL PEOPLE!!”

 

Dathan wasn’t letting his temper scare her away and simply stood there, folding her arms in front of her chest, patiently waiting for him to stop. “Are you done?” She asked calmly, watching his shoulders slowly sag and walked over to him, wrapping an arm around his waist, hugging him close. “I don’t care what you are, Tyler Lockwood.  I still want to be with you and I’ll help you in any way I can.”

 

Tyler swallowed hard and pulled her tighter against him, watching his strength because he didn’t want to hear her. ‘She’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in my life.’ He thought, kissing the top of her head and never wanted to let go.

 

“I know.” She whispered, snuggling against him.

 

Tyler pulled back, looking down into her pale green eyes. “You know what?” He asked, sounding amused and ran a finger down her cheek.

 

“I know I’m the most amazing woman you’ve ever met in your life.”

 

Tyler raised a slow eyebrow, blinking. “Did I say that outloud?” He groaned, feeling very embarrassed and didn’t even realize he’d done it.

 

“No.”

 

“Then how did you…” Tyler’s question trailed off, confusion entering his dark eyes instantly. “If I didn’t say it out loud…”

 

“I heard it.” Dathan grabbed his hands, feeling more than confident by now, especially after hearing Tyler’s secret. “There’s something I need to tell you now, Tyler.”

 

“Okay…”

 

Dathan smiled, knowing she could trust him with her secret and took a deep breath. “I’m a telepath and a telekinetic.” She revealed in a soft voice, watching as his dark eyes slightly narrowed at her.

 

Tyler couldn’t believe what he was hearing, staring at his girlfriend like she’d grown a second head. “What?” He felt Dathan release his hands and watched as she removed