Unconventional

- 8 -

<Taylor's P.O.V>

It seems now I'm faced with another problem life seems to throw at me. Damon says it's strange that I can not be compelled. Vampires can't compel other vampires or witches and we know I am neither of those so his new big mystery to solve is 'Why can't Taylor Lockwood be compelled?'.

I, on the other hand, am choosing to ignore it, because I have bigger fish to fry. Like how the hell am I supposed to go around and lie to everyone close to me that vampires are real and apparently so are witches now. I guess Bonnie's grams was right all along. Bonnie is probably a witch.

I knock on the door to the Salvatore boarding house, waiting for someone to answer. After a few minutes, Damon answers.

"Is there a reason you called me over here?" I question, my brow raised and arms crossed as I wait for him to answer.

"Yes, actually." He moves aside and motions for me to come in. I do and freeze as I take in the giant house in front of me. It was filled with old, rustic things and furniture. It was basically a mansion here. I couldn't help but be in awe. I thought my house was big, but this was like an actual big house and not like a museum attached to a house.

"Yes, it's big and cool we get it." Damon says with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "How good are you at putting your little nose where it doesn't belong?"

"It depends on what you want to know." I say still looking around. My eyes lock on to his. "Why?"

"I need you to see if you are able to find anything in your house about the council. See if there are anything in your parents things."

I laughed. "I'm sorry you called me over here for nothing. My family and I aren't exactly on the best of terms."

"I didn't say you had to talk to them. Just snoop."

"No, Damon, I don't think you understand." I say sighing. "I literally do not live there anymore. I got kicked out."

"What do you mean you got kicked out? You're 17."

"They found out I was dating Sam and didn't like it. So, they kicked me out."

Damon groaned. "What is this? The fifties? News flash, nobody cares who you want to please in bed anymore."

I roll my eyes. "Sorry, I couldn't be any help." I go to leave, but stop. "You know, if what you're saying is true then the council is made up of founding families. You're a Salvatore. Win their hearts and you're in. That way you can get the information from the inside."

He slowly nods his head. "You know, that's not a bad idea, Lockwood."

I shrug. "I don't really know why I told you that. I still don't even know what I want to do with the information. I really don't want to lie, Damon." I look to the floor, frowning.

"I know you don't." Damon admits. "But if you're willing to keep our secret, I'll help figure out why you can't be compelled. There's something about you." He looks at me trying to study me and I get uncomfortable under his gaze. I shift awkwardly. "Do you still have your family's journal?"

"It's with my things at Sam's."

"If you get it for me I'll go through it and see what I can find." He walks over to the liquor cabinet and pulls out a bottle of bourbon, pouring himself a glass. "Want a drink?"

I scrunch my nose up. "No." I turn to leave. "I'll let you know when I get the journal. Goodbye, Damon."

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Sheriff Forbes wanted to do a report on why Vicki left down, especially since the drug crowd she used to hang out with was murdered. They were murdered by Damon but she doesn't need to know that.