As little girls we are told our princes will come. That we would be Beautiful,Smart and Kind. That we would have a Happily Ever After. But all of a sudden you're 16 crying at the top of your lungs with a box of tissues, so young yet so full of hate...
I tired to push my last comment away as Dawn looks at me wide eyed. I have to go save her, this is my only chance of getting her back. I take a deep breath looking at Dawn.
"I'll get her".
"Excuse me" Damon says.
He steps in front of me.
"You're not going anywhere dog", he grits his teeth as a vein appears on his forehead clearly angry.
"Well I'm going, blood sucker so move". I push him aside.
He grabs me by my jacket as the leather screeches from the stress.
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"I swear if it wasn't for Lacie I would kill you", he puts me down, his eyes dart in frustration.
"I'm coming with you, I won't let you take all the credit for yourself".
Dawn finally speaks up, her arms are crossed near the fireplace.
"I'm coming too, you need a witch to enter that mansion". She looks at both of us.
"And you guys are neither". She smirks sadly.
Damon and I do nothing but agree.
"We will go tonight then", I say reassuringly. "Pack what you need, we meet at Dawns at 10 then leave".
