Chapter Two

Damon woke up in a sweat. He looked to his left, to see Katherine asleep beside him. But why was she there? And why was she sleeping, she didn't trust anyone enough to let her guard down that much. He leaned over to whisper in her ear, and as he neared her cheek, he slowly pushed her off the bed.

Alisha woke up screaming in shock as she flew to the floor. "Damon! What the hell!"

"Oh my God, Alisha? I didn't know!"

Shaking her head, she began to rub her temples. As she usually does when she is stressed. Looking over to see Damon grabbing the sides of his face and squeezing them together.

"That painful huh."Alisha said, raising her lip, and slowly sitting near the edge of the bed."Look, I'm sorry I pushed you. I was having this dream about Katherine back in 1864, and when I saw you when I woke up... I just... I didn't do the math... ok? I'm sorry."

"Wow, did I really just get an apology from the Great Damon Salvatore?"

"Don't get used to it. I'm kinda dying here. Would you lay with me?"

"I guess. You're not going to think I'm Katherine again and try to kill me are you? Or worse, try to... eh... kiss me... are you?"

She looked at him with sheer disgust in his eyes.

They had a really good friendship. And that's all it ever was.

Friends

Alisha knew he was in love with her sister. It was beyond obvious, and she knew he'd rather be with her right now, spending his last moments holding her, but she wasn't there. She was dying. Or living. Whatever was going on, she knew that her sister was ok. Unlike most people, she trusted Damon. He may not get things done the right way, but they still got done. But Elena was still in love with Stefan. And she didn't know if Elena would ever tell Stefan or Damon the truth about how she felt about them. She was too nice and cared too much about others feelings and not enough about her own. But Alisha knew. Her sister told her everything.

You could only tell Caroline so much before she overflowed like a volcano with things to tell others. And Bonnie, she always had so much going on, it's best to keep those kinds of secrets locked in a vault.

Vault AKA Alisha.

Alisha laid beside Damon, brushing his hair away from his face.

"I love you Alisha, you're my best friend. You know that, right?"

"Damon, you're delirious. I'm here and I will stay with you. Til... til the... til you fall asleep."

"Promise?"

"Promise"

Damon laid there, in his bed with his eyes closed. Alisha could feel his breathing slow down... not even knowing, she began to see tears on his cheek. But they weren't his. They were falling from her eyes. But she didn't cry. She never cried.

Wiping away the tears, she would save for later, she whispered in his ear

"I love you too Damon."

"Don't stop on our account."

Alisha looked to the doorway in time to see Katherine standing there with a 'not so dead Elena' and she had a vile of something red in her hand.

"We showed up at the same time... "Katherine announced, scrunching her nose up in Elena's direction.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead Elena?"

"I am dead. No thanks to Damon."

Everyone in the room stared at Elena as they realized exactly what that meant.

"I'm a vampire."