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The Salvatore Kids Chapter 8

"What do we do Bonnie? He's gonna get himself killed! He barely survived the last fight with her." Elena started to pace around the room.

Bonnie looked at Elena sullenly. "I'm afraid we can't do anything, Elena. We're just gonna have to stay here. Even if we went after him we would just be in the way."

Elena sighed miserably. Bonnie is right. They would just be in the way. Elena looked out the window and said a quiet prayer. "Come back home safely."


The beautiful and rich maple trees covered almost every inch of the woods. Long, tall, and shadowing trees kept most of the sunlight from penetrating its thick leaves. Only slivers of tiny light slipped through the cracks of leaves bitten off by small insects that residened in the aging trees. Tiny sparkles would flare up and cast millions of shimmering specks of light through the darken woods, brightening up the gloomy area.

Jessica sat on a hard stone, her mind a hundered years away; reliving the memory of her sister's wedding day. She didn't want to remember, didn't want to reopen old wounds; but she found herself doing just that. Hot liquid threatened to spill from her eyes but she held them back, not wanting to cry.

Flashback

Crystal smiled dazzlely as she admired herself in the mirror at her beautiful creamy white dress that glittered like a million shining diamonds in the blinding sunlight. The dress swam down her body, drowning every inch of her body in pure white-as-snow covering. The milky gloves surfused her arm and hands which she delicately ran them down the river of white, causing little ripples to appear on the surface but never breaking the smooth trail running up and down her neck to her toes. She applied tiny dabbs of make-up to her perocian face and adjusted the tiny golden earrings in her ears. She looked over at her smiling sister with jurburance dancing wildly in her turquoise eyes. "You ready?" asked Jessica as she smoothed out her bride maid dress.

Crystal's smile could have lit up a town. "I've been ready. Where is Father?"

"He'll be here in a second." Just as she said that, the door opened with a click and a middled aged man walked in, dressed in a tux and had a tiny mustaunce growing under his chin. His blue eyes were hard as marbles as he stared at his daughter, ready to be taken away from him. He fought back tears as he stared at his glowing daughter.

Crystal joined her hands in his, and together they walked to the altar where her prince charming would be waiting for her, to marry her and love her forever.

She couldn't be more wrong.


The wedding song started to play as father and daughter started to walk down the aise. Rose petals laid on the red carpet and everybody stood up as the bride made her way to the steps where she would forever be a Salvatore.

She looked at where the Minister was and scanned her eyes for Damon only to find out he wasn't there. Panic rose in her chest like a bubbling volcano on the verge of erupting. She looked around the altar franticly, trying to spot Damon's persence or atleast feel it. She felt nothing.

She looked at her sister who was standing by the minister with worried eyes. Jessica had the same worry. What could have happened?

Whispers erupted among the people but Crystal blocked all of it out as she climbed the steps and pratically ran to her sister while trying not to trip over her dress in the process.. "Where is Damon?"

Jessica only shook her head sadly when she saw the tears brimming in Crystal's eyes. "I don't know sweetie."

Crystal started to cry silently. "Where is he? Oh god I hope nothing bad happened to him!"

Jessica wrapped her arm around her sister and held her close as she wept. "Don't worry Crystal we'll find him." If only she knew how. Then, as if a blot of lighting hit her, she suddenly sprang up with exerbulance in her eyes.

Crystal knew what that meant. Her sister had just thought of something. "I have an idea!" she said excitedly, "why don't we do a locator spell on him? Do you have something that belongs with him?"

Crystal nodded. She ran back to her dressing room and came back with a comb. "Here's his favorite comb. How are we going to do this?"

Jessica smiled. "Just leave everything up to me."

The preacher was trying to get everyone to stay but so far it wasn't working. Jessica went up to the preacher and said a few words to him. Everybody watched Jessica get on the podium and put the microphone up close to her. "You will not leave." her hyponitic voice filled the altar as she looked at each and everyone in the church, compelling them. "I will dissmiss you when it is time to leave. You will not leave the altar until then."

Everybody soon settled down and sat back in their seats, talking quietly to one another. Jessica hopped down from the podium and went back to where her sister was. Crystal stared at him in complete amazment. "Wow Jessica, I don't know what to say."

"No need to thank me. Now, lets do that locator spell."

Crystal nodded as she gave the comb to Jessica. Jessica took it and held it frimly in her hand. Her eyes closed and sudden chill flew through her body. She gasped, her eyes dialating as images flashed through her mind like lighting. "I see him." Her voice was so soft that Crystal barely heard him.

Crystal looked like she was about to pass out if her sister didn't say anything else. "Where is he?"

"He's...by Wickery Bridge."

"What?" Crystal nearly yelled the words out, "what is he doing?"

Jessica's eyes were that of the dead as she spoke. "He's doing nothing. He's just in the woods, smiling to himself and lying cat-like on the smooth earth."

Crystal couldn't take much more of this. She broke down sobbing, crying hysterically and holding onto her sister like she was her life line. "Why would he do this to me? He told me that he loves me!"

Jessica held her sister in her arms and ran her fingers through her tangled mass of soft gold. "It's ok sweetie. Everything's gonna be ok."

In that moment, the first seeds of hatred for Damon were planted deep within Jessica's heart.

Damon snickered to himself as the cool breeze nipped at his leather jacket. The air was quite warm and the small blowing whispers of the wind made the air feel relaxing. "Stupid girl." Damon laughed quietly to himself, amazed that the witch actually fell for his fake charm. "Women these days are just too desperate."

An explodsion of leaves erupted in the forest. Damon looked to the left to find a red-eyed Crystal standing there, salt water running down her face like a river. "To what do I own this pleasure?" Damon said, smirking.

Crystal's voice was shaking when she spoke. "How could you?"

Damon just smiled an arrogant smile. "How could I what?"

Crystal's temper was bubbling over the edge, like a pan of boiling water. "How could you not show up at our wedding?"

Damon snapped his fingers together. "Oh, that. Well, I just didn't want to marry someone that was as ugly as you."

Crystal just stared in shock at Damon's words. "What?" she faintly whispered.

Damon sighed as he stood up and brushed some wet twigs and leaves that gathered onto his clothes. "You know, you really made it way too easy. You were like puddy in my hands. I could mold you and shape you in any way that I wanted. You witches are so desperate it's pathetic."

"You never loved me?" choked out Crystal through her tears.

Loud, obnoxious laughter escaped Damon as he threw his head back with laughter. "Love you? How could I love you when I didn't even like you?" More laughter.

"You-you-" Crystal stammered for words.

"Aw C'mon! You're just like all the others I dated. Whiny, needy, clingly, I could go on for a century!" Damon's eyes narrowed into slits. "To get to the point, I never loved you, not even once. You were just a tool to me. Nothing more, nothing less. But if it makes you feel any better, you were the best in bed." Damon winked at her and grinned, showing his beautiful sets of shiny teeth.

Crystal just stood there, absorbing all of this in. He never loved her and everytime he said it, it was a lie. She held back the hot tears that burned the insides of her eye lids like they were on fire. She would not give him the pleasure of seeing her cry. Crystal reached down and picked up a stick and chunked it as hard as she could at Damon. "I hope you rot in hell." Damon's laughter was the last thing she heard from him before she vanished.

End of flashback

The memories hurt, they hurt worse then getting a wooden stake rammed into your skin. Jessica felt that pain everyday. She hated Damon, hated him for what he did to her sister. He would never be forgiven.

The rustling of leaves startled her as she looked around, trying to find out what it was.

"Looking for someone?"

Jessica looked ahead of her and growled. Tiny demon eyes stared back at her, thirsy for revenge. "Has little Damon come back for more?" Jessica purred sweetly.

"Yes, I have. And this time I'm going to burn your body until it's a pile of ashes!" yelled Damon, eyes and veins burning with hot fire, fueled by the massive intake of human blood.

Jessica stood up and gave Damon a sinster look. Damon had all he could stand of her and with his adrilanine going, his blood pumping furiously thorughout his body, and his fangs begging to strike the sweet, warm flesh, Damon attacked.

A/N: I'm just getting better and better with cliffhangers! Review please:)

By the way, anybody excited for tomorrow's episode? I can't wait to see it and see Elena and Isobel meet!