The Salvatore Witch...

We all love Matt.

A/N: People. I'm not continuing with where I'd left previously, but as the chapter proceeds, you'll know what exactly hapened, okay? :)

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*Megan Salvatore*

Its been eight days since I ran away. And no one's come after me. The last seven times I ran, Damon practically travelled the enitre world to make sure I didn't murder an entire town in Asia or somewhere. But now, he didn't even try to check up on me!

I'm quite positive its because of the Bitch Aquarelle.

Completely honest, I wanted to go back and check on Damon, see what black magic Aqua did to make him so crazy about her.

So well, Thursday evening, I stepped out of my car and walked into the Boarding house. Aqua sat there having a sandwich. Her head turned to my direction when she heard me, "Megan, pleasent surprise. I thought you wouldn't make an entry for the next two decades. Seems like I'm not lucky enough."

I sighed and sat next to her on the couch, "Aqua, believe me, you're quite lucky. If it were on me, you'd be burried ten feet under the ground."

She turned to me, "Its not my luck. I'm actually stronger than you give me credit for."

"I don't give you any credit at all," I chuckled. "And sugar, I could kill you with my eyes closed, you're that weak."

"Really?" She asked, angered. And before I could answer, she pounced on me.

We both fell off the couch with her on top of me. Her face turned and she leaned down for a bite of me. I stared into her eyes, she was a little kitten who thought she was a lion- that was how weak she was.

Her fangs didn't even touch my neck and my hands shot up, with one swift movement, I had her head turned exactly 90 degrees to her right. She made a disgusting sound of pain and fell to her side.

Rolling my eyes, I stood up and turned to go to my room, but a brunette stood there, watching me. She was human, but surprisingly not scared of me. It took me around seventeen seconds to realize she was one of Damon's new toys. Wow, she was his first in months.

Ignoring her completely, I walked past her. "You're Megan right?"

I turned around, "Yeah."

She smiled, "I'm Andy. Damon's always talking about you. You're lucky to have him as your brother. He cares a lot. Your anger upsets him deeply. I know you guys are immortal and so your relationships are fading now, but he really still loves you. Don't be so mean to him."

Whoa. This was new. But this was wrong. No toy could tell me what to do, specially about Damon. "Listen you little... whatever. Don't think you're the perfect little diamond in Damon's life who'll make everything right for him by talking me into liking him again. You're nothing. You're worthless. Your suggestions mean nothing to me and you mean nothing to Damon. You're his toy for the week and after he's bored of you, poof, you'll forget all of this and you'll go back to the boring human life you'd been living before this. So my advice, don't get too attached to that sick bastard. Yeah?"

Her face tiwsted in... symathy? "Megan... Damon loves me, a lot. He left his wife for me. And I accepted his daughter for him. I know all his secrets and he knows all of mine-"

I laughed, cutting her off, "Your secrets? Like what? You stole fifty dollars from your mommy? Pfft, Andy, I know as well as you do, you don't belong to this world."

She sighed, "I know, trust me I do. But him and I love each other too much-"

"Non sense!" I yelled, taking a few steps back. I didn't like anyone thinking Damon loved them. I loved the fact that he has a soft spot in his heart for only me.