Lost and Found (The Vampire Diaries)

Chapter 6: A Crazy, Dangerous Cagna

Jade's view

BANG!

Damon's body convulsed violently and a look of barely supressed shock crossed his face and was quickly replaced by a grimace of pain. All I could see was Damon so I had no idea what was going on.

"Run," it was hardly a whisper but I heard it and scarpered, but I didn't get quite as far as he probably would've hoped. Running at full speed I was able to nip upstairs and lean over the banister without being seen. What I saw was a blonde haired girl facing the bedroom door which stood ajar, holding a small but lethal pistol who's silver paint glistened dangerously. And when she spoke, one name came to mind, Elena.

"Hello Damon, long time no see," from my position I could just about see inside the bedroom,

"Aghh…" Damon was stretching as if he had an itch on his back that he couldn't reach, Elena shot and I flinched away from the side. When I looked back I realised that the first bang had been from the gun also, for a moment I saw two gunshot wounds in the middle of his back. Good shot.

Damon twisted so that he was facing his attacker, gaining support from the bed post.

"Katherine," he snarled. Katherine? Why is he calling her that? Then I sniffed and realised that whoever this "Elena look-alike" was, was not human, she was a vampire! Which explained why she was holding a gun, when I pictured Elena, the worst thing I could see her brandishing was a hair straightener.

"Care to take a walk with me? We've got a lot of catching up to do," her tone was light-hearted and care-free, which made her seem all the more dangerous.

"How about you hand me the gun and I fill that wise-cracking mouth of yours full of bullets instead?" His smile was of a cruel humour that made me shudder.

"Look Damon, I'm not doing this for myself."

"Oh right, I forgot what a martyr you are."

"It's true!" She let the gun point to the ground, her patience was wearing thin.

"Then who are you doing this for?" Damon looked as if he didn't, and wouldn't, believe a single word that came out of her mouth.

"Alyson," And she acted as if the name alone had enough power to reduce whole towns in to sheer panic. I had the feeling that Damon would have given Katherine a look that said he was not impressed, that is, if he hadn't of had two bullets sticking into his back.

She pulled the gun up so that it was concentrated just below his heart,

"Now, you can either make this easy or hard on yourself. Either way, you're coming with me." Damon smiled bitterly,

"Go to hell cagna."

This was when I decided to intervene. Sure she was a crazy, dangerous "cagna" (Whatever that was), but enough was enough!

I ran to Stefan/Green-eyes' room and picked up the first weapon I could find, a blunt pencil, then I raced down the stairs and before she could even think of pulling that trigger, she had a pencil stabbed deep into her back.

Katherine shrieked in pain, much like that of a cat, and dropped the gun. I kicked it away, pulled the pencil out and plunged it into her side, just below her ribcage. She screamed in a mixture of anger and agony. My mind took in my horrendous actions with a kind of calm serenity that scared me, but I couldn't afford to think of that now.

"What do you think you're doing Katherine?" Using her name would give me an edge, "You're making enemies that you really don't want to make," I pulled the pencil out by an inch.

"Ahhh!" Damon stood dumb founded but I couldn't think about that either so I asked some questions instead.

"So, who's this Alyson?" She tried to elbow me in the stomach but I caught it and forced the pencil back into her side another two inches which made her scream again, "Answer the question and you won't get hurt, it's as simple as." She took a moment to decide that her silence was not worth the pain.

"She's a contact of mine; we perform small favours for each other."

"I'm afraid we're going to need a better answer than that," Damon was still hunched over the bed post but starting to join in with the questioning. Katherine glared at him murderously,

"Alyson is the first vampire."

"You mean one of the Originals," Damon corrected her. Katherine hissed like a feline who'd had her tail trodden on.

"No! Alyson was before the Originals!" I didn't want Katherine to know that I wasn't following this conversation, so I kept my mouth shut and let Damon do the talking.

"Before? There was no before," Katherine snorted.

"That's just like you Damon, think you know everything, and anything that you don't know must be wrong. You haven't changed a bit!" Katherine was starting to get on my nerves, and later I would reason with myself that this was a dog eat dog world, as an excuse for my using the pencil to stab her other side. Her response was to clutch at her now open wound.

"Just answer the damn question!" Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps now and I felt no mercy for her.

"Alright! Alyson and the Originals are in no way related. She lived in a completely different time period to them."

"Which one?" I asked, curious.

"I don't know!" She took in a gargling breath before continuing, "I don't know how exactly but she figured out that human blood was the key to immortality." Damon was studying Katherine's face.

"And how do I fit into all of this?" Her mouth twisted into an ugly smile.

"What makes you think you're so special? Alyson said that she needs a strong vampire, she never specifically asked for you. I just happened to be in the neighbourhood." She twisted her head to look at me and it suddenly clicked into place. She needed a strong vampire, and who was the one impaling her with a pencil right now? Me of course!

Katherine pulled my improvised stake out of her bleeding flesh and in a blur of motion had me flying through the air and landing on an already crippled Damon. When I looked up Katherine was gone. She must have realised that in her current state she was no match for a healthy, un-injured vampire such as myself.

I crawled off of Damon and helped him to his feet while he groaned with the effort.

"Now, could you be a doll and pull these bullets out?" His smile was painful but sarcastic and I complied with his wishes.

I pulled off his shirt which, I could sense, was about to send him off on a path of smutty jokes and so quickly proceeded with the task at hand. "Ow! Thank you," I handed him the two bits of wood that, not a moment ago, had been buried in his back muscle. I answered with just three words,

"You owe me."