The Unknown Salvatore Home

"Touch me again and it will be the last thing you ever do." He said looking down at her. He was older and a lot stronger than she was. Not too mention he was double her size. It was almost laughable that she thought she had a chance.

"Oh good for you, what do you want a medal? He's one vampire, i've killed more than i even care to count. Many nameless faces have died at my hands." He smirked, "Oh no shes definitely got to go. I can't handle another you brother. It's bad enough with just the one. You have more than enough self pity to contage us all without hers aswell."

He laughed. "You going to kill me little girl?" He said raising an eyebrow. A second later his face dropped and a hand wrapped around her throat, whilst the other knocked her hand away from his. "Go ahead, lets see who's stronger shall we?" He said tightening his grip around her throat. "Oh poor you, no pathetic father to take care of you." He said tightening his vice like grip even more.

"Did you hear how he really died?" He asked kicking her behind the knee so she had to kneel. "Allow me to tell you. He looked me right in the eyes just like you're doing now." He forced her head up so she had to look at him. "And begged me to spare his life. He offered me everything, fortune, blood. Did you know he was willing to be my own personal blood bag?" He smirked.

"So glad i didn't take that deal. His blood definitely wasn't worth it."

The sickening thud of my knees hitting the floor opened a gateway of anger as his hand tightened. My face grew red as I concentrated on his words, finding them fading by a bit. "You disgust me!" I choked out, as I spat in his face.
I tried my hardest to lean in and whisper hoarsely, averting my stare from his, "I'm nothing like your pathetic brother." My eyes locked with his, a deadly gleam placed in my eyes.
Ever since I was born, everyone had tried to figure out where I got the blue eyes from; my mother had the brownest eyes, they could make chocolate look pale. And my father, he had dull, green eyes. In fact, Stefan reminded me very much of my father.
"Why bother to kill you? I'd have much more fun torturing you." The tears were replaced with the dangerous gleam as I continued to lock eyes with him. No one intimidated me.

I quietly slugged into the house, my eyes growing wide at the sight before me. Damon had his hand wrapped securely and tightly around Kara's neck once more. Trying not to make a noise, I snuck up behind Damon, "Let go of her!"

"Thank you." He said giving her a brief smile.

His head snapped up to look at his brother. "Not until this one is dead." He said bringing a stake out from inside his jacket and plunging it into her shoulder. "As much as i'd love to see you try and torture me, i have things to be doing." He said kicking her to the ground and pulling the stake out.

"Count yourself lucky but next time i wont be so gracious." He said walking backwards away. "Happy brother?" He asked before flying out the window as a crow.

Never being staked before, I screamed bloody murder. The pain was unbearable as I glanced up to Stefan, who was frozen in shock.
I bit my lip, trying my hardest to stand. Even if the pain was excruciating, I couldn't show my weaknesses. Slowly, I slugged over to the front door, shouting to Stefan, "Tell your brother that he'll be seeing me a lot more often now." My eyes were pooling with tears as I whipped open the door with all my might, and traveled down to the driveway. The healing process was slow for me, since I had only consumed animal blood for the past forty years. As I made it to the middle of the driveway, my knees gave out, dropping to the ground.
And that's when I knew, I would have to strengthen my inner walls in order to survive. There would be no more hurt.