Behind Blue eyes

Behind Blue Eyes: Chapter 11- But I have to face all my fears

Chapter 11

But I have to face all my fears

                       

♥♥♥ Third Person P.O.V♥♥♥

“Ok, so. Matt’s attacking Tyler, Caroline’s coming in and trying to stop them. She just knocked Matt out, and is now going over to him to see if he’s alright. Oh my God! Now Sarah’s attacking Ty. He’s pushing her away, she just stabbed him in the back, and she falls back and hits her head,” Amelia said as the scene played out before her in her head.

“You can see all that?” Damon asked amazed from the door frame as he watched the blonde who was now picking her jacket up.

“Yup, pretty awesome I know,” she smirked.

“So you can replay any scene you like in your head?” Damon asked curiously.

“No. Only the ones including death. Dumb rule I know, but it’s there so…” Amelia said, trying to find her shoes.“I think that they were both compelled by little miss bitch. That’s why I got Caroline to cover for Ty,” Amy explained, spotting her shoes in the corner.

“Yeah, I  really don’t understand that. The guys a tool,” Damon said as Amelia slipped her feet into her shoes.

“Dur! Tyler getting blamed for Sarah’s death just opens up questions which he can’t answer,” Amy explained.

“Yeah, and that’s nothing to do with the fact you still have feelings for the mutt,” Damon said sarcastically.

“He dumped my sweet ass, I know. But do you really think it’s a good idea for him to tell his mother he’s a… werewolf?” Amelia asked bending over to tie the laces.

“Well no,” Damon smirked looking down her shirt.

“And that werewolf road leads straight to vampire boulevard, witch walk and then psychic street. And hey, my eyes are up here perv,” Amelia said standing straight as she caught Damon’s eye line, pointing to her green eyes.

“Wait. Did you see Tyler’s eyes turn yellow?” Damon asked.

“Nah, didn’t get that far. Let me check,” Amelia said, closing her eyes, the scene running through her head yet again. “More like gold with amber highlights,” Amy corrected opening her eyes.

“Oh. Now he has super increased strength and who knows what else?” Damon stated.

“Crap, where's my-” Amelia started.

“Bag? Here you go Bella,” Damon said holding her bag out to her.

“Thanks. And if that was a cheep Twilight joke, I’ll stake your ass,” Amelia said taking her bag at him.

“Bella’s Italian for beautiful… dur. Damon Salvatore,” Damon said rolling his eyes.

“Sì, lo signor Salvatore. Lonon sono stupido,” Amelia said in perfect Italian (I don’t speak Italian so blame google translate for errors)

“Siparla italiano?” Damon asked her, one of his eyebrows raised.

“What can I say? I’m a girl of many talents,” Amelia smirked.

“Sono d'accordo,signorina Melia,” Damon winked causing Amelia to roll her eyes.

“Anyway moving on. He’s gotta know something,” Damon thought out loud.

“I’ll ask,” Amelia said going through to the hall way.

“No you won’t Melia. He’s a werewolf now, he could kill you just by accident. So don’t be his friend,” Damon warned coming in front of Amelia and holding her arms.