[*Chapter Eleven*]

Well isn't this awkward, finding your sister over her boyfriend's shoulder. Darcy could just imagine the thoughts flying around her sister's overworked sanity.

"What are you?" Elena demanded, she looked between the two felling different emotions, one in betrayal and the other as if he was nothing but a monster.

"You know," Stefan said as he placed Darcy on her feet but still keeping her behind him.

"No, I don't," Elena said, refusing to believe any of this was real.

"Yes, you do, or you wouldn't be here." Darcy piped up peering around Stefans stiff form.

"It's not possible. It can't be." Elena said, feeling as if her heart was going to jump out of her chest. She watched with a sinking feeling as Stefan glanced back to her sister, witnessing them have a silent conversation. Resentment manifested, watching their easy fluid movements. How can this be? When and why? Why her.

A few seconds later, the decision was made. Darcy shoved Stefan forward. He can fix his own mess.

Everything from this point was going to change, never to be the same again.

Stefan inhaled a deep breath and looked Elena in the eye. "Everything you know and every belief that you have is about to change...Are you ready for that?"

"What are you?" Elena asked her tone of voice growing in apprehension.

"I'm a vampire."

Panic flashed across Elena's face; her chest rose with each intake of heavy breathing, "I...I shouldn't have come." She said, backing away.

"No. Please," Stefan said, setting down the stake.

When did he get a stake? Must have been when he rushed upstairs, Darcy thought to herself.

"No. No." Elena ran down the driveway, causing the two to follow, Darcy cursing at Stefan when he appeared in front of her sister. "How did you do that?" She turned to the shorter girl, "And how could you not tell me? Your own sister? Did I not deserve to know, huh?"

"No, El, let me explain and then you'll understand why I never said anything. Please." Darcy pleaded. Elena shook her head in refusal. "Save it. I don't want to hear it."

"Please don't be afraid of me," Stefan tried, raising his hands in submission.

"Let me go," Elena said, looking between Darcy, Stefan and the car, thinking how she could escape.

"No. Elena, there are things that you have to know and understand." Stefan proceeded to beg, his eyes glossing over with unshed tears.

"Let me go!" She yelled. Stefan looked down at the girl he thought as his best friend, and for a second, he believed he felt his dead heart clench at the distraught crumbling of her usual flawless complexion.

"Elena, please!" Darcy yelled, chasing after her sister as she got into the car and drove away. She stopped at the end of the driveway, panting heavy, shoulders slumped, hating herself for not coming clean sooner.

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Darcella doesn't know how long she stayed there. Stefan had run off after her sister to try and fix his mess when she felt the air around her whoosh. Then a pair of arms wrapped around Darcy's middle.

One minute she was stood on the Salvatores property and the next she was in the cemetery pressed tight up against Damon's chest, his hand hindering her mouth, preventing any noise escaping.

What the hell? Is it pick on Darcy day or something?

"Be a good girl and stay here. I will be back. Do not leave. Got it? Good." She did as told. Stood erect and alert, analysing the scene in front of her. She couldn't be sure if it were real or her mind playing tricks, there was no way this was true.

A shiver swept down her spine as she looked around at the bodies, all dead. At first look, it looked like an animal attack could be responsible. However, as her eyes adapted, she could determine the two sharp incisor marks embedded in the human's necks, blood concealing around the area.

A crunch echoed into the deary darkness, she snapped her head over to the sounds, discovering Damon tearing savagely into a guys neck, his head tilted back as pure bliss surpassed his face as the red substance slid down his throat.

"You're sick, you know?" Darcy called out incapable of keeping her mouth shut.

"And I should care, because?" Damon retorted, lifting his mouth from the guy's neck, blood gleaming his usual pink lips.

"Why do this? What's the point?" She motioned to all the death caused by his hands.

Damon walked over to her, "Why lock me in the basement? Why starve me? The way I see it, this is yours and Stefan's fault." He smirked shrugging his leather-clad shoulders and spun on his heel towards the scattered bodies dotted around the cemetery

Darcy followed him, not finished. "Why abuse Caroline? Why bite her, erase her memories. What's the real reason, because of Elena, right? She reminds you of Katherine. You want to get back at Stefan." She deduced.

Her words halted Damon in his tracks. He swivelled back around and stalked her form, breathing down her ear. "Because I can and I will. I promised Stefan an eternity of misery, and that's what I'm doing...Also, you might want to shut that pretty mouth of yours... You don't want to end up as a blood bag like these stoners, do you?" This time he walked away, gathering up the bodies and dumping them into a pile.

Damon then picked up a bottle of bourbon off the ground, taking a gulp and doused the bodies. He plucked up a torch off the leafy ground and set them alight. Darcy cringed covering her mouth and nose, as the smell of burnt flesh clogged her throat, effecting her to gag.

The egotistical leech stood back, admiring his creation, before going back for another body. He rummaged the pockets, withdrawing a phone. His shimmering eyes settled onto Darcy's "Oh, I forgot, there's a present waiting for you behind the truck."

Darcy looked at him, confused, walking behind the truck. She halted, seeing Vicky lying on the ground, seemingly dead; bite marks littered her neck. "Shit, fuck, no, you ate her!"

"Nope, I tried. The girl just doesn't know how to die." Damon said in a listless manner as he leant against the vehicle eyeing as she searched for a pulse, and letting out a breath when she found one.

The protectress stood up, took two large strides and punched Damon in the throat, making him clutch his throat and choke on his breath. "You asshole! That's my friend's sister. If she dies, you better run and never come back. Once I get my bow and arrow I'll be shooting it so hard up your ass the arrow will rip through your organs and out of your mouth—," She didn't get to continue as Damon sped behind her, one hand grasping her neck in a hard grip, the other dialling Stefan.

"Hello?" Stefan answered.

"I want my ring," Damon said, squeezing Darcy's throat in warning. She got the message, any noise; he'll snap her neck. He released her grabbing another body and throwing it into the fire.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the sizzler. I had a buffet. Where's my ring?"

"I don't have it. Where are you? What have you done?"

"No, what have you done? You and the delightful Darcella locked me in the basement and starved me, so whatever I've done, whoever had the pleasure of getting sucked dry is on you two," Damon said.

"You're being careless. How many more animal attacks is this town going to believe, huh?"

"I know how to cover my tracks, Stefan. Stop stalling, where's my ring?" He repeated watching as the protectress attempted to wake up Vicky.

"I gave it to Zach to hide. Probably shouldn't have killed him."Stefan said.

Damon stopped to think. "Ahh, you almost got me. Where is it?"

Darcy paused, mentally patting her pockets.

"I'll get it back. I need time."

"What, did you FedEx it to Rome? Where is it? I want my ring, Stefan, or I'll eat your girlfriend." Darcy whipped around finding Damon grinning smugly at her. He held up a finger. Wait for it...

"Leave Elena out of this. She has nothing to do with this.

"Oh, not that one. I meant this beauty in front of me. I wonder if she tastes like sin and spice as she looks. Wouldn't you like to find out, Stefan? I bet she's delicious." Damon groaned, rolling his eyes in faux ecstasy. He then sped over grabbing Darcy's inky locks and bashing her head against the truck effectively knocking her unconscious.

"She already wants you dead. Don't give me another reason to let that happen." Stefan said, trying to maintain his anger, knowing that's what his brother wants.

"Too late, the little hunter went to beddy bye-byes. Don't give me another reason to rip her apart."

"Yeah? Is that going to be before or after you get your ring back?"

"Just get it," Damon said, ending the call. He looked down at the two girls, "And then there were three." He bent down, shoving Vicky over his shoulder and carried Darcy bridle style, then proceeded to leave the cemetery all the while whistling a cheery tune.

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"Where are you, Stefan? I'm trapped at the house, and I'm getting really bored and really impatient, and I don't do bored and impatient. Bring me my ring."

Damon's voiced floated through Darcy's ears as she roused. A bitch of a headache pulsated at the back of her head, felt like she'd been bashed over the head with a metal bat. A heavyweight rested on her stomach, making her frown and slowly lifting her hands, brushing them through what felt like straw. A crease formed between her eyebrows, when she attempted to flutter eyes open only to get blinded by a bright light, causing her head to ache more. She tried again, blinking a few times until her sight adjusted. Vicky Donovan laid on top of her, her neck wound leaking blood onto her clothes. Disgusted, she pushed the girl off her and on to the floor. Not caring about the girl she shot up looking for the cocky bloodsucker.

Right now she wished she had her crossbow so she could shoot him up the ass. A smirk lifted her plump lips recalling the stake Stefan left by the front door. Goosebumps pebbled her bare arms at the thought of causing the vampire pain. She looked around the room she was in and identified she was in the lounge, but no Damon was to be seen.

Maybe he's busy drowning himself with his bourbon, oh how she wishes. Toeing off her converse, she padded light-footed over to the door, looking down at the table in the hallway.

Her eyes lit up with excitement, seeing the wood laying there. She picked it up, jabbing it down the back of her shorts and walked back into the lounge, finding Damon staring down at Vicky passed out of the floor.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said, and then pointed at the unconscious girl, "That was mean." He continued having had seen her push the girl.

Darcy whined, of course, he would know what she was up to, vampire hearing and all. She shrugged unaffected. "She was getting blood on my clothes."

"Have I said before that I like you?" Damon pointed his finger at her teasingly.

"Hmmm, feelings aren't mutual."

"Are you going to kill her? I might not like her very much, but she is Matt's sister, I'd rather you not."

Damon placed his hand on his chest in mock hurt, "Of course not. What do you take me for?"

"A hungry homicide vampire?"

"Oh, yes! I like that one." Damon exclaimed, turning away to pour himself a glass of bourbon. He threw it back in one go, then picked up Vicky placing her on the couch, as put her down her neck fell to the side. "Hey! Don't get blood on the couch, please." He grumbled, repositioning her body.

"I got you good, didn't I?" Damon shook his head with fake pity, "Well, you aren't going to be any fun today."

"Is that what all this is to you? A game."

"Uh, you know maybe I should compel you to shut up. Your yapping is giving m a headache."

"Have fun with that." She sang walking over to his bourbon and pouring herself a glass.    

Damon flashed over to her and sniffed, checking for any jewellery containing vervain. His brows furrowed with confusion, "I don't smell it on you."

Darcy smirks raising the glass to her lips, "of course, it's in me, silly."

"A beauty with a brain...How did you get hold of the vervain?" He thought back to when she spiked his drink. He's frustrated he doesn't know much about the older Gilbert, apart from she's a hunter and can catch him off guard. He doesn't like that one bit.

"You ate my supplier..."

Damon laughed to himself, walking back over to Vicky. "Oops. Yeah, that's gonna be a problem...for you." He piped back.

"Hmmm, maybe, maybe not." She shrugged nonchalantly, causing his laughter to come to an abrupt stop, not sure how to respond. It's been a while since someone can play him at his own game. He's met his match with this girl, and that baffles the hell out of him.

Darcy watched as he merely smirked, stumping her until she watched his tall frame walk up to Vicky, bite into his wrist, and shoving it in her mouth, she protested, trying to push him away.

"That's just fucking great. Well done, Damon." Darcy clapped her hands sarcastically.

"Untwist your panties, princess. I'm healing her." Damon said, watching as Vicky's wound began to heal. "That's it drink it up. Good girl."

"Yeah, that's until she dies with your blood in her system." The huntress threw her hands up in frustration.

"Relax that won't happen," Damon said, pouring himself another glass of bourbon.

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"Oh man, that shower was so great," Vicky said as she ambled down the stairs in nothing but a tank top and her underwater.

Darcy rolled her eyes from her lounged position on the couch, bourbon in one hand and a book she found in the library in the other. The call of the wild by Jack London.

Why is she still here? Well, you'd have to ask the smirking blue-eyed devil that, apparently she's a valuable asset, which means to get a rise out of Stefan.

"What did you give me?" Vicky asked after she saw the bite mark had disappeared from her neck.

Damon wandered over, topping up Darcy's glass because why the hell not? If she had to put up with Vicky's whingeing, then she needed a drink to get her by. "Blood."

"And you loved it," Damon added.

"I did?" Vicky asked, "Wait...I'm confused. How did I get here?" Then looked towards Darcy, "And why is Jeremy's sister here?"

Darcy sighed and remarked, "Looks like Damon can't keep his hands off teenage girls."

Damon sat down next to her, placing his arm behind her shoulders flashing her a teasing smirk, "You love me really," Turning to Vicky. " We met in the woods. You were drunk. I attacked you, then killed all your friends. I kidnapped Darcy, brought you both here. I gave you some blood. You loved it." Damon said, looking into Vicky's eyes. Darcy saw her eyes dilate and smacked him around the head. Ignoring her abuse he continued "And now we're gonna party until the sun goes down."

"Damon. Knock it off." He looked at the hunter in annoyance, then pouted. "You're no fun."

Vicky interrupted their staredown, "Okay. Um, but first can I have another hit? That blood was so good."

"Damn, Vicky don't encourage him." Darcy face palmed herself, shaking her head at the foolish girl.

"Only if I can," Damon grinned making the ebony head let out a tired groan.

Vicky held out her wrist, and Damon wasted no time in biting into his wrist then he bit into hers.

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Damon and Vicky were dancing were having the time of their life, dancing around the house while Darcy had her own fun, draining Damon's precious alcohol collection.

Damon sped in front of her with a stupid smirk on his sin lips. "Come on princess let your hair down, you're too uptight." She stared down at his stretched out hand, contemplating.

To hell with it all. If she's already going to hell, she may as well have a dance with the devil before she does.

Her hand slipped into his.

She let herself unwind, swaying her hips to the beat of the music. Vicky grinned and joined, "I'm so over Tyler, so over him, I knew from the beginning that I was only a piece of ass to him, but I thought maybe if he got to know me better, he might see something more. But no!" Vicky ranted down Darcy's ear. She moved away from the girl her brother was infatuated with and pirouetted with Damon. They spun around, movements lax and smooth, luxuriating at the moment. They both knew that when tomorrow comes; everything will be different.

" Now, Jeremy, on the other hand, that's all he's ever seen with me is something more, and I like that."

"Jeremy, huh?" Blue eyes gleamed down at the girl in his arms as they pranced around, "Darcella's brother?"

Darcy nodded grinning proudly; she taught him well, always treat a girl as if she's the queen.

"Yeah. Yeah. Elena dated my brother, and Darcy is his best friend. Although if you asked him, Matt would say he has always whipped on Darcy. I mean, can you blame him? She's a stunner and Elena is just blah... Jeremy would always be hanging around and crushing on me and—Hey, why don't you have a girlfriend? You're like totally cool and hot."

Darcy trailed her hands down his sweaty chest and winked, knowing she was inflating his ego. "He is isn't he?"

Damon almost preened as the three continued dancing around each other.

"Don't you want to be in love?" The light brunette continued.

"I've been in love," Damon stated his happy mood evaporating. "It's painful and pointless and overrated."

"Ditto." Darcy agreed, she didn't see the point in relationships, not only because of her traumatic past. She couldn't understand why someone would lower their walls only for them to get hurt in the end. Because that's what happens, in each relationship, she witnessed, caused a broken heart, whether it's due to falling out of love, cheating, or death—the pain was inevitable.

"No more talking. Let's dance." Damon spoke before he picked up the huntress and spun them around.

Three somehow continued dancing up to Stefan's room. Darcy saw the large bed and immediately jumped on top, detaching herself as Damon and Vicky began to trash his room. She wasn't touching that, Stefan's her friend.

Damon soon became bored, lazily spinning Vicky around. "I think I know how I can help you." He told her.

"What is that?" She queried.

"Death." Darcy's eyes widened, hearing the snap of Vicky's neck and the thump as her body dropped to the floor.

"Damon! Shit, what did you do!" Darcy shot up and ran over to Vicky's lifeless form, even though she knew she still checked to for any sign of life. Rage crept up her spine as she stood tall, a death of promise shone in her eyes as they locked onto Damon's emotionless face.

"Don't look at me like that." Damon walked backwards hands held up in surrender when he knew fucked up. "Relax, she's not dead... well she is, but she'll be a vampire."

"Yeah, cos that's so fucking great, Damon." She spoke with sarcasm, rolling her eyes at his stupidity. "You're such an idiot."

He stopped at the bedroom door, "Hey, I did the girl a favour her existence was a bore, you heard her crying about her pathetic life."

"Wow, who knew you cared, huh?" She fake gasped with mock shock. "Well, It looks like you'll have a newborn vampire to babysit...And that's my que to go home let's hope you don't somehow, you know, lose her because we all know what will happen, don't we, Damon? Mystic Falls will become carcass central, and your head will be on a spike."

Damon stared at her retreating back, picking up on the promise, there was no threat for he knew if he messed up, she'd carry them out.

~An extra-long chapter for all your generous reads and votes. Thank you! ♥️~