Murdered by a saint.

A new home and heart.

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Chapter Ten.

-JC POV-

Its been four days since Jeniffer got well and left to go back home, but she vists a lot mostly right after school. Personally am starting to think the reason she comes so quickly is mostly thanks to Winter. Not like I mind or anything, I like to think am more of a reason rather then an excuse.

Its also been four days since I've heard or even seen Damon. Tristin on the other hand.. He's to damn persistent.. I like to think i'll talk with Stacy about how uncomfortable he's making me feel but I think I'd rather take my chances with crazy stalker Tristin then even exchange a hello with 'all powerfull' Stacy..

Am not even sure what to do about the whole Damon situation. Naturally you would think 'Nothing! The problom took care of it's self! Case closed!' But on the other hand.. It really pains me to not know where he is, i've grown used to him constantly bugging me with questions and not understanding the concept of personal space, it was kinda cute in a sense, how completly clueless he was.

I guess am still trying to admit it to myself that I miss him.. and how am NOT enjoying his substitute.

Right now am waiting in Layla and Winters house, and by house I mean tree house. Nothing like somthing you'd see litte kids playing in no this was way more complicated. It was just like the perfect combination of tree and house. Layla had explained to me that the huts were for things like repairs and such which is why there wern't that many.

As for the tree houses well, am going to say thats self explanatory.

Her room is beautifully decorated with small items and trinkets that just scream her personailty, and that is tiny but mighty! All her walls are black except for one which sports a bright hot pink. Chains hang from the ceiling and gory pictures, that somehow she can still manage to make seem.. almost girly. Not that I would ever even attempt to call her that. Just because am dead dosn't mean she dosn't scare the shit out of me. I turn around to look at the pictures displayed on her wall.

Pictures of people with blood stained mouths and missing teeth lying behind them. People tied to chairs with their throats gashed open and turned almost inside out- wait.. where is that discription familiar?.. Isn't that what Tristin threatend to do when that boy when.. this must be where he got the idea from I knew he couldn' t come up with thoose lines on his own! Relief washed over me until the thought crossed me that-- no, no way! I shake my head at the ridiculous thought. Tristin wouldn't do somthing like that in a million years.

Still.. Where did Layla get such photos?.. There the kind that come out of thoose old school cameras with the huge flash so theres no way there photo shoped.. "JC! Hello! Earth to JC!" My thoughts are interrupted by Laylas pixie voice and her freakishly tiny hands waving in front of my face.

"Uh?" I respond in a dumbfounded tone. Layla rolls her eyes at me before she responds with a whole 'were you even listening' speech. "Sorry Layla I guess am just over thinking some things." I respond after her small rant. "It's okay" she responds while rolling her eyes once more, though I highly doubt it is.

Suddenly Winter walks through the door with his famous flirtatious smirk. "Hello Ladies." He says in a very cool manor and taking a short pause before turning to his step sister who has already rolled her eyes in disgust at his opening line. He nods in her direction before saying "It's done." Layla's head snaps up to her step brother, A smile dances across her lips. "Excellent, thank you Winter." She sings in a cheery voice before pecking a kiss on his cheek.