Chapter 1E

Damon and Hank came back, they looked happy but worried at the same time,  they now revealed their plan and I must say, Hank was right, I didn't like this plan, not one bit.

Five days later.

Damon has an empty bourbon bottle in front of him and he's filling it with his blood, why? Well for some reason, although not often, I need vampire blood, James, the man who turned me, and I had figured this out when he had first turned me, I also found later on that there were only certain vampires I could drink from, example,  I could drink from James but not others back then, and now I drank from Damon, I needed human blood too but vampire blood was important, human blood, for me was like drinking animal blood, and vampire blood is like human blood, although  Damon's blood is more like a drug than food, my ecstasy comes from Damon Salvatore's blood. I cleared my throat to clear my thoughts Damon looked at me and smiled his signature one sided smile, ahh swoon. The bottle was three quarters full. I thanked Damon and did a little spell to make it look like water, I always did this, I closed the bottle and put it away.

Hank walked in, with Michael,  but Michael looked angry, he vampire sped towards Damon and before I could say hello he had punched Damon on his face, and Damon was in shock, I looked at Hank and he was just laughing, he had his arms folded

"ohh that was great, would've been better with popcorn" Hank smiled

"Hank? Michael, what, what's wrong?" I asked nearly shouting

"He flirted" Micheal started as he looked at me, fury burning in his eyes he then turned to Damon  "You flirted with her?"

"Flirted with who?" Damon asked a little confused Micheal put his hands to the side of his head

"With Claire" he shouted, now Damon and I both looked towards Hank, Hank was just laughing but when he saw us looking at him he put his hands up in surrender then went on to explain

"Oh alright, Damon was a false witness..." he explained the whole plan.

Michael looked at Damon with guilt and apologised, Damon assured him it was ok, that he was angrier at Hank than at him, Michael scoffed in agreement. Hank left worried about what Mr Salvatore might do.

Next day Steven walked into the hotel, I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms, he was looking around

"Where is he then? The murderer?" Steven asked I shook my head

"He didn't kill Claire" I broke the news Steven just shook his head

"Maybe he didn't kill Claire,  but he's killed others" I was confused, Steven shook his head "you really don't know, do you? Oh my god" he spun on the spot, trying to get his head right, "I thought you knew, I thought you were helping him because he was giving you something in return, but that's not it, you helped him because you genuinely believe he's innocent"

"He is innocent" I announced

"No, he's not" he looked around, as if to see if anyone was listening "He's a vampire" Steven whispererd, when he saw the confusion on my face he smiled like he had revealed something big,  how could he possibly know?

"You're kidding, right?" I asked, to which he shook his head, he went on to explain that people like Micheal belong in jail to keep others safe, turns out Steven is not racist he's mad, he's completely mad, and he will do what he can to get Michael behind bars,

"There is no such thing as vampires,  they don't exist" I compelled him

"You're wrong" he shook his head "they do exist, and I will get rid of them" with that said he turned on his heel and left, I was still in shock, why had compulsion not worked? Compulsion always worked.

We were still not out of the woods, Steven knew about vampires and that was a threat, Damon was here and we were trying to figure out what to do

"You could always kill him" Damon suggested I shook my head, he was no help, I couldn't go killing people. "Or maybe punish him, you know hurt him, punch him, kick him, hurt him bad, stop him from ever mentioning vampires again, I mean if compulsion doesn't work" he shrugged,  I smiled now that wasn't a bad idea, but then again what would that achieve? I needed to get rid of him, and a plan started to form in my mind

"Damon, you're a genius" I smiled Damon furrowed his eyebrows and then smirked

Half hour later

Damon walked into the police station when Steven wasn't there, he requested to speak to the lieutenant,  I had used makeup to give Damon a black eye and a busted lip, in front of the whole station Damon announced that Steven had done this to him, when he had everyone's attention he began his tale, his fairytale, using his fingers as speech starters.

"'people like Micheal deserve to rot in jail' he had said 'scum like him deserve the electric chair' he said 'what do you mean? People like him?' I had asked him, He sat down next to me after bruising my leg, and punching me in the chest 'vampires' with that he got up, turned, and walked away, I sat there for a while, then got a taxi and came here, I don't believe in vampires, do you? He belongs in the loony bin"

Damon stepped closer to the lieutenant "you will put him in K2, where he belongs" Damon compelled him then left. We knew that him believing in vampires could put him away, and it did, the lieutenant had contacted Damon and told him Steven was at K2.

Two days later

I had finished Anastasia and was now reading a new book, I was reading when Damon strolled in, it was raining outside, and Damon was wet, his blue shirt was not buttoned all the way up, I could see his chest, I tried hard to concentrate on the book

"What are you reading?" Damon snatched the book from my hand, before I could protest he turned the book in hand, opened it, turned the pages "theres no title, no name" he handed the blue covered book back to me

"No, there isn't, I think it's some sort of journal, a dream journal,  or a story journal" I told him "this person has written about things, impossible things, her name is Melody, and she writes about a man, he's impossible,  he calls himself..." I was talking when Damon's phone rang, he showed me his index finger as if to say hang on, then he answered the phone, I heard the whole thing, Hank was on the other end

"Hey Damon, I thought you should know,  the cop you sent to the loony bin, is dead, he killed himself...." I zoned out then, didn't hear the rest, the man killed himself, he died because of me, he was sane, he wasn't mad, I gasped, someone was shaking me, I came to my senses, Damon was shaking me

"Its my fault, I killed him, oh goddess I killed him" I cried

"No you didn't, Clarissa,  look at me, you didn't kill him, he died because he couldn't handle it, he did something wrong,  he tried to send in innocent man to jail, letting a real criminal go"

"Innocent? No vampire is innocent, Damon, non" Damon looked at the ground,  he knew I was right. The cop was innocent and now he was dead.

The end

This story ends and next chapter, right here, another story will begin, same hotel same characters, different story, see you next time.