Murdered by a saint.

The past is Rich.

-Winters POV-

I didn't want to do it..

but what was I supposed to do!?

The moron was going to try and chase them?! What the hell did she think she could do to stop someone like him?.. Even we can't do that, even I can't do that...

As I tightly grip her shoulders and look deeply into her eyes, I look inside her head. I know it's wrong and invasive, and that my only job is to do is to keep her under control long enough for Damon and JC to get there shit together Then erase what ever I need to.

I talk inside her mind, 'Jennifer.. You don't want to go.. as a matter of fact, all you want to do is sleep. You feel very tired and don't even remember what you were going to do before that..'

I feel her start to slip out of consciousness, as her eyes slowly shut. She slightly begins to fall over before I let her fall into my arms. I gently squat down to the ground, bringing her down with me. I let her head cradle my hands, with one I start to gently stroke her bright Ginger hair.

I start to let my mind wander.

She's so beautiful... I wonder what her life is like.. From what she's told me on the occasions we spend together, it's quite nice. She has a little sister a year younger than herself, a pretty trusting mother and a hard working father. Though maybe to hardworking, because he's hardly around. I know the feeling, and it makes me furious that some as kind and amazing as Jenn, doesn't get everything she so obviously deserves!

Then it hits me.

She's beautiful..She's smart..She's kind and loving...

Dose she love someone?

Is she in love with someone?

Are they in love with each other?

The thought makes my chest tighten and I don't know why. I was under the impression that I just wanted to fuck her and yet.. I grew to trust her.

Something I haven't done in a very long time. Trust was a word that was nearly foreign to me, it was something that was broken so many times that it was beyond any repair. But then she came along and instead of trying to repair my trust.. She gave me hers.

I loved that about her, that she trusted me. So I guess it was almost instinctual that I trust her back, but to go so far as to say I was in love with her.. I won't say that the possibility hadn't crossed my mind because then I would be lying to myself, but I don't know if I really am. It's to soon to think of such things anyways, besides I don't even know if she feels the same way about me-.

Immediately after I had the thought, the idea struck me.

I know it's wrong but.. I HAVE to know... Am sorry Jenn.. Please forgive me.

I place both my hands on each side of her head, I feel my eyes begin to darken and my teeth begin to point. I let out a low growl at the powerful feeling slowly building inside me. Even after years of practice I still have slight trouble controlling this part of me.

Though in a few moments I hear the slight buzzing sound start to slowly build up, almost like the static on a old TV. I can feel my subconscious start to merge with hers and my vision start to blur until it was all pitch black surrounding me.

Suddenly I see it, thousands of holes cutting through the black stained air. I glide myself until I start to feel the pull, the pull toward one of the gateways to her subconscious.

I push myself through it and am greeted with pictures leading to all her current thoughts, I place myself into the first one I see, I see what she sees and hear what she thinks. It was the day I first met her.