I DO NOT own any The Vampire Diaries's settings, characters, ideas. I DO NOT own any of the characters personalities I use except for the characters I make up. Thank you very much:) This might also have things from the show, but im hoping not much. And what is, I do not own. Thank you:) JUST SAYING, THIS FANFIC TAKES PLACE AFTER SEASON3 EPISODE 6. JEREMY STILL SEES ANNA AND STEFAN IS A CREEPY ANNOYING PROTECTOR:) Sorry so long! Next chapters wont be nearly as long!!!!
"Brandon, we're living here?" I ask quietly, looking around our new five room house. We stand in the living room which is the first room you enter when you step into the house. It's the biggest room in the place. It has light purple walls and a light brown wood floor that is covered by multiple cardboard boxes. Two windows are next to the door, one on both sides that let us see our front yard and cars that would drive by once in a little while.
"Yes," he says looking around the place. He runs his big tan hand through his dark brown hair with a sigh that sounds troubling and tired. I can tell from his face he hasen't slept in days. Somethings bothering him, though he won't tell me. Like any other normal person, he says he's fine. Fine. Everyone knows when someone says they're fine, they definitly aren't.. I watch as he turns and looks at me with his dark blue eyes shining with a sense of happiness. Fake happiness. I can see the emptiness in him. The lost boy. His pointy chin points upward as if he were going to talk. His muscles under his shirt moves as the words start to find their way out of him mouth. Though the words seem hard. "It's not that bad," he shrugs.
"I mean the town," I sigh. "Why do we have to live in Mystic Falls?"
"It's mom's hometown," he responds, looking away, sorrow filling his eyes. Filling the hollow puddles of blue.
"I know," I say looking at the walls. "But why did we move here?"
"I wanted to," he says quietly.
"I know nobody here," I complain with a groan. Already going on about something. But that's who I am, I always complain about something. Anything when i have nothing else to do.
"Make friends," he suggests opening a cardboard box with a grunt. The clear tape sealing it shut tearing with a loud shrieking sound.
"Do you think mom would've wanted us to live here? Is that why you moved us here?" I ask quietly, knowing I was starting a conversation that was a danger to touch.
"She said it was a good town," he shrugs, slightly.
"So is that a yes?" I question watching his face. "Because I totally understand if that's why. I mean-"
"Amethyst, just stop please," he interrupts. "I have boxes to unpack." I see the pain in his face and the guilt he holds. Darker than the sorrow.
"Okay," I whisper quietly dropping it.
I shouldn't have brought mom up. That I know. Brandon has a hard time talking about her. He used to love talking about her, brag about her even, until she was killed last year. She went missing for two weeks, no one could find her. Not until a hiker was walking in the woods right outside our house one day happen to fall off a small cliff and land next to her body. It was already rotting. Bugs all over it I guess. It was bloody and torn. It was brutal, what happened to her. Many twonspeople questioned us when the news got around, accusing us of killing her and of course none of us did it. Who would kill their own mother? Wife?
Drowning in the sorrow, and being smothered with frustration and anger, our dad left us, claiming he couldn't live with us, knowing mom was dead. Secretly I knew he blamed us. That hurt me the most. Knowing after what happened, I wouldn't have my dad's shoulder to lean on was second. Brandon, after their fight he says they had, was happy to see him leave, blaming him back. Our dad did have anger problems, but I doubt he would hurt any of us. Especially our mom. He might yell and hurt us emotionally maybe, even mom, but physically? No way. And when he did hurt us, he always apologized later. I know in my heart he didn't kill her. I just know he couldn't have done it, so I believe what the police say. A werewolf is to blame. It explains the cuts, the blood everywhere. Everything fits.
After that, our family , aunts, uncles, even cousins, fell apart. We all lost connection and soon didn't even try reconnecting, knowing only bad will come out of it. All the chaos made Brandon change. Me change. To this day, we still know where some of our family is, but have no clue where dad is. Not that we really want to anymore. Part of our change was not caring for him anymore. Feeling betrayed and abandoned, we became independant and felt life would be better if we didn't try bringing him back into it.
My heart aches from the memories, forcing me to take a deep breath to calm down. That is a subject I don't like getting too deep in, but if I had to talk about it, It wouldn't get to me like it would to Brandon. What gets me hard, are the memories of those days clear as a rain drops filling my nights with nightmares that are crystal clear. So real. They make it hard to forget. Or even pretend to forget.
I look at Brandon, feeling the pain that swirls around in him. "I'm sorry," I whisper, finding my voice again. "I shouldn't have brought it up,"
"No, it's fine Amy," he sighs, calling me by my nickname. "You didn't intend to do any harm."
"So which box is mine?" I ask walking over to the pile of boxes built up the wall, hoping this would clear up the heavy fog that built in the room in the past few seconds.
"None," he replies grabbing another box and opening it. He pulls out a small circle mirror that had a plain silver backround and think rounded handle. He starts turning it around a few times, letting me catch my reflection in the glass. My long brown hair falls as straight as a pin down my shoulders. My big brown eyes seem darker than usual though my skin is the same medium complexion it has always been.
"What do you mean none?" I question, frowning at his answer.
"I want you to go out and explore a bit. Make some friends so you do know some people here. So you'll know people for when you go to school," he answers, pushing the box to the side and grabbing another one. He's making piles. One for the things for the living, others for the other rooms.
"No way," I argue looking at all the boxes. "I can't leave you to do all this work. This is so much work. Too much for one person."
"Yes way!" he says mocking me. "And I'll be done before you even think of coming back."
"No," I refuse. "I'm staying and helping."
"Amy, go out," he grumbles looking up. "Please?" He gives me his puppy eyes that always make it hard for me to resist his orders. But this demand is just crazy. Insane.
"Brandon, there is no way you'd finish this in a few hours. Not without me," I say in disbelief.
"Go Amy," he pleads seriously. "For me. Please."
"Amy..," he growls irritatedly.
"Fine!" I answer suddenly annoyed. "I'll leave. You go do whatever you want. It's not my fault if I get kidnapped while your unpacking those boxes all alone because you wanted to for some stupid crazy reason!" I walk towards the door and walk out of the house, slamming the door behind me.
I start walking down a cement sidewalk, noticing it is extremely cloudy. It won't shock me if it starts raining. I have never seen a sky so dark. So gloomy. And the air. It feels so heavy and humid. Almost like it feels like when thunderstorms are on their way. I look at all the houses down the street. They are all normal. Square and made out of wood. None look very old. Some look new even. Or recently worked on anyways. Some look pretty expensive with their glass doors and fancy windows. Some with fancy cars parked in the driveway look like the mayer should live there. But they only look like that because the ones around them are normal. Chipping paint, cheap wood. Old trucks parked in the driveway.
"Elena!" someone yells near me. I look over to see a very pale girl with long black hair. Her face was small, like a baby's. Her blue eyes shine brightly like a little kid who sees an icecream cone as she waves to me. Confused, I give her a sloppy wave back.
"Elena?! Oh hi!" another girl with red curly hair and freckles says near the black-haired girl smiling with her big brown eyes. She seemed older than the last girl, though her skin reminded me of a baby's. I don't know any better, but I think they might be related. I watch her run towards the other girl, saying hey sis. Answering my hypothesis.
"Ah, hi?" I respond awkwardly. Why are they calling me Elena? Who the hell is Elena? Last time I checked, my name was Amethyst.
I turn a corner, away from the buildings and strange people, finding myself at the school. Great, I live near a school. I didn't bothering taking in the school quite yet and decided to take a look at their fields.They have a track and a big yard next to a parking lot. It is empty though. Of course it is. It's saturday. I inspect the school yard closer and see a few guys playing badminton. One team has one too many people on their side. I like badminton. I make my way over there, stepping on the bright green grass that reminded me of the grass in the new Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory movie. It is that fake looking. I notice one of the guys is tall and very tan. He has black short hair and dull blue yes. He is wearing a tight white shirt and a pair of black shorts. He kind of reminds me of Taylor Lautner in New Moon. But with less muscles. And not has cute. I think it's his eyes that throw everything off a bit.
The guy next to him is very pale and has auburn colored hair that looks good with his dark brown eyes and ridged face structure. His strong pointy chin and flat cheek bones. He is wearing a tight blue shirt and a pair of light jeans. He reminds me of someone too, though I can't get the name into my head. It's dancing on the tip of my tongue, just out of reach. The other guy on the other side of the net has a buzz cut. The little hair he has is black. He has no shirt on, showing his tanned bare chest and 6 pack. He is rushing side to side hitting the flying birdie. His light green eyes on it at all times. I walk up to them and they immediately stop playing and look at me.
"Hi," I say with a smile. I watch as they all look me up and down, probably rating me 1 to10 for hottness.
"Hey," the short black-haired guy says with a smile. "I'm Stephen."
"And my names Brad," the auburn-haired guy says winking at me. I look at the guy with the buzz cut, waiting for him to say something. Catching on to the reason for my silence, he speaks a bit shyly.
"I'm Kris," he smiles.
"Hey guys," I reply still smiling. "I couldn't help but see your playing badminton."
"Yeah we are," Stephan answers with another smile.
"Can I play?" I ask. "It looks like its uneven teams."
"Sure," Kris says quickly. "It would be nice to have help. There's a racket at the end of the net," He points to my right, showing me the all black racket with its white plastic strings stretched across the opened circle.
"Okay," I sigh. I walk over and pick it up, feeling its weight. Not too heavy. Not too light. "Lets play."
Everyone takes their places again, Kris and I side by side, and starts to play. Brad serves first. He starts pushing his racket back, with the birdy in front of his, then swinging it forward, hitting the birdy straight to me. Seeing it shooting towards me, I swing the racket as fast as I can and send the birdie flying over the net. I watch as Stephan dives for it, missing it by inches. I cheer as loud as I can while giving Kris a high-five.
"Your good," he says giving me an impressed look.
"I know," I agree getting cocky. I serve next. I do exactly what brad did and quickly got into a back and forth war with him. I keep laughing as he struggles to get my hits. I stop when he hit it so hard, sending it fast my way, making me think I can't get it. He thinks I can't get it either because he's smirking. I pounce for it at the last moment, hitting the birdy back to him, having it fly right by his shocked face.
"Yes!" I say spinning around. "I won our battle!" I start happy dancing in front of them, laughing when Kris joins in. Out of breathe and moves, we both stopped. The birdie is now being thrown to kris from a grumpy looking Brad. I look at kris to watch him serve,and I notice him. The guy standing away in the distence, watching me with amusement.
He has black hair that sort of stuck up, bright green eyes and pale skin. He is wearing a leather jacket over a black plain shirt with dark jeans. He is quite handsome. Hot even for what i can get out clearly. He looks about 21. Way too old. I give him a weird look, then turn my head back to the game, just in time to hit the birdie that is flying towards me. I look back over at the guy in curiousity to get a second look, only to see nothing. I look around but he is nowhere to be seen. I furrow my eyebrows and started to feel a little uncomfortable.
"You okay?" Kris asks, making me look at him. He hold the look of concern in his eyes. For me?
"Oh yeah, I'm fine," I respond shrugging him off.
"Hey, just wondering," he says slowly, as he hit the birdie over the net. "What's your name?"
"Oh," I reply looking forward. I swing my racket forward, hitting the birdie as hard as I can. "It's Amy. Well Amethyst. Amy for short."
"Oh," he nods as he hits the birdie again. "That's a really pretty name. Isn't that a stone?"
"Yeah," I smile, as I watch him start a war with Stephan. Hitting it harder every time. "It's a light purple stone." I swing my racket again as the birdie surprisingly flew my way, making my arm a little soar now.
"I thought so," he says nodding his head.
"Yeah," I yawn. I look up at the sky, noticing it is darker now. Not even knowing that was possible. "Hey, does anyone know what time it is?"
Everyone stops playing immediately playing as Kris takes out his black cellphone. He turns it on and it glows a bright orange color. "Ah, it's 5:04pm," he answers looking up at me.
"Whoa, how long have we been playing?" I ask in shock. It was only about 1:00pm when brandon and I got into Mystic Falls. Only like a half an hour later I left.
"A couple hours," Brad shrugs. I wipe my forehead, noticing all the sweat spilling from my pores. Not bad, not a lot, but still, it is disgusting.
"Oh, well I think I should leave. My brother wants me to explore Mystic Falls. Hey, isn't there a popular place around here. It's called 'The Grill' or something like that?" I ask quietly.
"Oh yeah! That place is pretty cool," Stephan nods, taking in a couple deep breaths. Sweat trickles down his forehead, swirving everytime he'd take in a deep breath.
"Well I think I'm going to take a look at that place," I say walking over to the end of the net. I place the racket down, then stand back up and smile at them. "Thanks for an awesome game."
"Wait, do you need a ride?" Kris ask quickly. "The grills at least two miles away."
"Nah," I shrug with a smile. "I can walk." I turn around and start walking away from them. My smile gone, and my legs begging me to take up Kris's offer, I start taking small steps. They're strangers, why would I get in a car with them? my mind cusses.
"Hey!" I hear someone say as they run up next to me. I look up to see that guy. The guy who was watching me.
"Ah, hi," I respond awkwardly, quickened my pace, feeling my heart drop as I see nothing but emptiness for yards away.
"Damn your good at badminton," he comments. "Who knew?"
"Ah, I did," I chuckle frowning a little bit.
"Why didn't you tell me? We could have played it. I could have beat your ass once again at something," he smirks.
"Ah, I don't know," I whisper going with it. Who the hell is this guy? I swear, if he calls me Elena, I will freaking kill somebody. I know only two people have called me that, but I get annoyed fast and if one more person calls me that, I'm going to blow.
"Where's your protector?" he asks with a smile.
"I don't know," I say shrugging with furrowed eyebrows.
"Why are you acting so weird?" he questions quickly, noticing my awkward expression. Behavior.
"Nothing," I lie as I continue walking.
"Elena," he says standing in front of me. Oh my freaking god. He just called me Elena. Now I have to go kill someone. I glare a little, but look up at him anyways. Maybe I'll kill him. A pretty face like him must be pretty dangerous. Such a heartbreaker.
"What?" I grumble, still going with it.
"I think we're both old enough to know that nothing usually means something," he smirks.
"That is such an overused expression," I blurt out with a small smile. A voice in my head starts talking to me with a light girl voice. Just tell him your not Elena. Hey now look at that, your problems gone!
"What is wrong with you today?" he asks. I smile at the bit of sarcasm he used, and decided to play along, letting curiousity get the best of me.
"I ate a bad monkey," I sigh rolling my eyes. "It had aids and now I have aids." Thats not telling him your not Elena. The voice said. Yeah? Well I just want to see what he has to say. He is hot. Hot people always have the best things to say. I reponded in my head.
He stares at me with a confused expression. "So that's whats wrong me with today." I finish. I start walking again, him following.
"Are you drunk?" he asks seriously.
"Nope. Not right now," I say honestly pushing my hair out of my eye. He steps in front of me again and stops my walking.
"Well you have been drinking lately. Since your boyfriend became an annoying stalker who only likes the blood that runs in you," he shrugs understandingly.
"What?!" I ask completely lost now.
"Open your mouth," he orders.
"What?" I ask puzzled.
"I want to smell your breath," he smiles casually. This would be a good time to tell him. The voice whispers.
"Actually," I say slowly. "There-"
"Open," he demands seriously. Well you tried. The voice says. Now why don't you just play along with it? I'm starting to get curious to what will happen.
"Fine," I say giving in with a shrug. I open my mouth awkwardly, letting him sniff. Then something hit me. I drank last night. I had one of my nightmares and I couldn't get back to sleep, so I stole one of my brothers bottles of vodlka, poured myself some and drank it, hoping it would help me fall to sleep.
"I smell achol on your breath," he says with a smile. "A little faint, but I still smell it."
"I really have to go," I lie speeding up. Great, he smelled it. At least he doesn't know you. The voice says. It's not like he can do much to you.
"Wait until Stefan hears about this!" he says. I stop and turn around automatically.
"Stefan?" I ask. Where have I heard that name before?
"Yes. He is not going to be happy when he hears his 'girlfriend' is drinking. Not when I tell him what could happen to you if you drink too much. He has seen you drunk, but not as drunk as you can get." I stare at him, trying to figure out where I heard that name from. Stefan. It sounds so familar. Breaking my train of thought, a car pulls slowly up to me. It is a black pick up truck. A Chevy I'm guessing. I look up to see Kris in it.
"Hey!" he says giving the guy with me a look over.
"Hi," I say quietly. Stefan. The name Stefan is still occupying most of my mind. Where the hell do I know that name from?! I do know it!
"Are you still a no for that ride?" he asks, pulling me completely away from my thoughts.
"Oh," I say looking at the guy in front of me. He gives me questioning eyes and a raise of eyebrows, while juggling a smirk on his lips. "Actually, I would like that ride," I decide quickly, looking at Kris with a smile. I glance at the guy one more time before walking around the truck and jumping in. In my mind, I'm praying Kris isn't a killer. Praying he isn't a sex offender.
"And where are you two going?" the guy asks still smirking at me.
"The grill," Kris answers with a shrug.
"Okay," he nods stepping further away. "Have fun with that Elena, because when you get home, Stefan isn't going to be to happy with you." Kris starts driving forward with a confused look on his face.
"Elena? Why did he call you Elena?" he questions.
"Don't ask me,' I say rolling my eyes. "Everyone has been calling me that and I have been going with it."
"Did you ever think of telling them your real name and that your not the person they think you are?" he asks with a small chuckle.
"It did occur to me once," I say with a shrug. "But It kind of interests me."
"What does?" he asks taking a left turn down a street with less houses and people.
"What they say to me. Who ever this Elena girl is, a lot of people know her and what those people say strikes my curiosity a little, though its getting slightly annoying now," I explain.
"So your going to pretend to be someone your not your whole time here?" he asks frowning a bit.
"No," I sigh. "I'm going to start either telling the people who call me Elena that I'm not Elena, completely ignore them, or kill them because I feel like it."
"Well if they're calling you by some other chicks name, you must really look like her. Like identical," he points out, completely ignoring my last comment.
"I know," I whisper, sinking into his soft black leather seats.
"Want to go hunting?" he asks with a grin.
"What?" I question confused. "That was so random."
"I'm a random guy, just to let you know for the future," he smiles.
"Okay," I say with a small smile. "What would we be hunting if we went?"
"Her!" he says grinning wider. "See what she looks like, who she is. Your curious, right?"
"Well yeah," I say with a shrug. "B-"
"Come on!" he pleads as he looks at me with his sparkling eyes. "It will be fun!"
I stare at his face, trying to read it. All I see is excitement and curiosity. The same thing that is starting to boiling in my stomach. I start to smile. I like this guy, I decide. I trust him. "Okay," I agree smiling fully. "Lets go find out what this Elena girl is all about."
I sit on the red couch in the boarding house. The dark red walls, books and old crap just seem to irritate me right now. The old rug and dusty shelves. Everything, except the nice alcohol that occupies half of the glass cup in my hand.
I can't get Elena off my mind. Something is up with her. She played badminton with a bunch of strangers, drank , didn't know where Stefan was and seemed slightly clueless about everything I said to her. Then she got in the car with one of the strangers from the badminton game and decided to go to the grill. But wait, before that, when I asked her what was wrong, her response was monkeys with aids. Why would she say that? I sit there thinking hard. What could make her like that. A spell? Lack of sleep? Drugs? Then it hit me. It wasn't her. It was Kathrine.
"Oh, you really had me tricked there," I say outloud, just before taking a sip of my cure for everything.I hear the door open and look towards the hall and the dark wooden staircase. Elena, Stefan and Kathrine came in. Great, the twins are here. Elena has her hair straight, as always, and her big brown eyes seem to hold a hint of annoyance. Stefan with his light brown hair and extremely pale skin, smiles at Elena, as he leans on the doorway in his light blue shirt and dark jeans. His brown eyes seem humored. I look at Kathrine. Her hair is curly and her brown eyes hold loads of sassy, flirtatious desires. Just her eyes could help you decide who was who. Elena has gentle eyes. Kathrine...her eyes are always so intense.
"I like you better with straight hair," I comment, taking another sip of my drink, loving the strong stinging sansation of the liquid.
"I haven't straightened my hair in a while," she says sitting next to me, taking my glass away to take a sip. "I prefer my hair curly."
"You just had it straight like two hours ago," I say taking my drink back. "That's not that long ago."
"What are you talking about?" she asks frowning at me.
"When we talked this morning," I say gulping the rest of my drink. "You had straight hair. Trying to pretend to be Elena. I have to say, your getting a little rusty."
"Damon, I haven't talked to you at all today until now," she replies giving me a serious look.
"Kathrine, just admit it. You like being Elena," I smile, placing my empty glass on a table behind me. "I don't blame you. She is better than you."
"Damon, it couldn't have been her," Elena says rushing to Kathrines rescue. Walking right up to me with serious eyes. Stefan decides to stay by the doorway and just stare at Elena waiting for her to all the sudden run off and try to get away from him.
"And whys that?" I sighed, sitting back, giving her a look.
"Kathrine has been with Bonnie and I all day," she explains.
"Well she must have sneaked out at one point without anyone noticing," I sigh looking at Kathrine. "She does that a lot." She looks away from me, giving the wall an annoyed expression. I turn my head back to Elena amused.
"I didn't!" Kathrine argues seriously.
"She's telling the truth," Stefan pitches in walking up next to Elena with one of his new creepy smiles. Elena didn't look at him, knowing what she'd see. The new Stefan. The one she didn't like. The one she knows deep inside, will be the Stefan forever.
"So who do you think I saw then," I ask standing up and going behind the couch to get another drink from my collection of alcohol in my glass vases.
"Maybe a witch pretending to be Elena," Stefan suggests. "It's about time one of them thought of that."
"And why would that do them any good?" I ask rolling my eyes.
"I don't know," he responds with a shrug."Maybe they're a spy for someone"
"Maybe it's another doppelganger," Kathrine shrugs, not agreeing with Stefan's suggestion obviously.
"Another one?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows.
"Is that even possible?" Elena asks with wide eyes.
"No," I say doubtfully.
"Yes," Kathrine says rolling her eyes at me. "It's rare, but possible. If you happen to have a twin sister, which is the rare part, than it would explain your other look alike. My other look alike."
"A twin sister?" Elena says in shock.
"There's no proof," I say thinking about it. Another doppelganger? Another Kathrine. Elena. Great...
"When did you become a person that needed proof of something to check it out?" Kathrine asks crossing her arms.
"I never said I wasn't going to check it out," I say smirking. I poured me another drink and sipped it, letting it refresh me. Fill in my pleasures.
"Well then maybe you should do it now," she pushes. "In fact, I'll go with you." She stand up and looks at me.
"Want a drink before?" I ask her, holding out my glass.
"Sure," she says reaching for it.
"Then go to a bar and get one. This is mine and if you are ever to even touch it, I will stake you the very second. Your lucky I didn't when you took it from me just now," I smile pulling it away from her and finishing it. She gives me a death glare before walking towards the doorway.
"I'll be waiting in the car," she grumbles disappearing.
"I'm coming too," Elena orders as I walk towards the doorway.
"No your not," I say throwing a smirk at her.
"What? Why?!" she whins.
"Because I don't want you to,' I say with a shrug. "One of you is enough."
"Damon!" she says crossing her arms.
"Stefan, make sure she stays here," I say looking at him. "She could be in danger if she leaves this building." I toss her another smirk before turning around.
"Will do," Stefan replies.
"What? No! Damon!" I hear her yell behind me.
"Have fun!" I yell as I get to the door.
"Damon!" she yells as I opened it. "Damon! Damon!" I smile widely. Amused with her begs, I close the door.
"Thank you," Kathrine says with a sigh. "I really didn't want her to come."
"Really?" I ask with a smirk.
"Damon," she says with warning eyes.
"Hey Elena!" I yell back. "I change my mind. Get your coat and get out here!"
"Damon!" Kathrine complains.
"What? I had a change of heart," I smile.
Kathrine gives me another glare, resisting, I could tell, from attacking me.
"Try anything, and you'll regret it," I warn playfully. She shoots me one last glare before getting into my black volvo. Elena comes running out with her coat and climbs into the back. I look at my car. Kathrine's expression is priceless. As I open the door and climb in, Kathrine whispers quietly enough so that I could only hear it.
"You are so going to get it later," she promises.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," I say loudly.
"About what?" Elena asks quickly. Kathrine hits my arm and gives me a death glare. I smile as I turn my car on.
"Wait," Elena says already.
"What?" I sigh, giving her an aggritvated look.
"Don't you think people will find it weird that there is two of us?" she asks looking at Kathrine.
"Oh, I never thought of that," I sigh.
"Yeah, we don't want people to find out our secret," she says confused.
"Your right," I say with a smirked. "So get out."
"Who?" she asks giving me a confused look.
"You," I reply motioning her to go.
"What? Why me?!" she says angry.
"Because," I say looking at kathrine. "Kathrine looks a lot better than you do right now."
"Your kidding?!" she says glaring at me.
"Yeah I am," I laugh. "Kathrine, get out."
"What?!" she growls frowning.
"Go. I can only have one Elena with me right now." I say roling my eyes.
"Why can't it be her?!" she argues.
"Really Kathrine?" I smirk. "Look at you. You don't really look like Elena."
She stares at me for a minute probably deciding on how to kill me later, before angrily getting out, slamming the door.
"If there is a scratch," I say loudly. "Your paying for it!" She turns and gives me an evil look before I back up.
"Wait, let me get in the front," Elena begs quickly.
"No," I say as I start to drive.
"Why?!" she complains.
"Elena, do not make me regret bringing you and not Kathrine," I sigh. "I could always go back and get her instead."
"Damon," she says irritatedly.
"Okay," I say turning around.
"What are you doing?" she asks.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm going to exchange you for kathrine. Which I thought I'd never do."
"Damon!" she says in shock.
"I'm just kidding," I say rolling my eyes. "I just forgot my phone."
"Your afraid she's getting into your liquor, aren't you?" she asks.
"Yep. She's pissed. It's likely she'll do something to piss me off." I answer.
"Like drink all your liquor?" she asks.
"Like dump it all out and shatter the bottles on the living room floor."