A Fresh Start (Damon, OC, Klaus FanFic)

Chapter 33

I was sitting in the Grill, nursing my drink, trying to figure out how it all went so wrong. Moving here was supposed to be a fresh start. Life was supposed to get better in Mystic Falls, from the way mom had spoken about growing up here, it had all sounded so perfect. How could she be so wrong? Both our fates, as twisted as they were, had been sealed the second she made the decision to come back here.

I put the fact that I didn’t notice someone sit next to me down to self-wallowing. It wasn’t until the person coughed in a notice me way, did I turn. When I did I couldn’t help the look of surprise on my face. “Joseph?” I hadn’t seen him since the day I had compelled and used him, when my humanity was turned off. Of course, he wouldn’t remember that day at all.

I noticed he looked pleased that I knew his name. “I know your name too Jessica.” He informed me. I don’t know what he expected me to say to that, so I didn’t say anything. He took that as a cue to keep talking, “I’ve seen you around school.”

Ok, now I was getting bored. He was just stating the obvious, of course he has seen me at school, we go to the same one. “What can I do for you Joseph?” I asked, hoping he would find his way to a point if I steered him. He didn’t seem annoyed in the slightest by the annoyed tone of my voice.

“Well, I heard you broke up with your boyfriend... so I thought I would take you out sometime.” He answered confidently. Was he serious? I literally just broke up with Damon and he thought it was appropriate to ask me out already? Hell, even the way he said it, as if he was doing me a favour really annoyed me. “No, thank you.” I stated, turning my attention back to my drink.

“Why not?” I could hear the underlining anger in his words. He probably wasn’t used to people saying no to him. I once again looked at him, “Trust me Joseph, you do not want to go out with me.” I was looking him in the eye as I spoke, willing him to take the hint.

“At least give me a chance.” He insisted. I could feel my self control starting to waiver. Maybe I should give him a chance... to see why it was such a bad idea. I was getting thirsty, and not for alcohol. Unfortunately... or fortunately, depending on whose point of view you were looking at, I didn’t get a chance to speak. At that exact moment a hand landed on Joseph’s shoulder. “I believe the lady said no.”

My eyes travelled from the hand, up the arm, until they landed on Klaus’ amused face. His gaze wasn’t on Joseph however, it was on me, and I couldn’t help but stare back. Joseph’s voice pulled me out of the light trance I seemed to be in. “I think I’d rather hear it from her if you don’t mind dude.”

I looked at Joseph, how crazy was he? Did he have an actual death wish? And has anyone ever called Klaus, the big bad original, dude before? I let my eyes start to darken, and I smiled, showing my teeth. “No!” I snapped. Joseph almost fell off his seat. “What the hell are you?” He stammered, causing me to sigh. “God only knows.” I muttered as I reached out and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “You didn’t see what you think you saw.” I saw his pupils dilate and knew the compulsion took. I sat back and smiled at him, “No thank you Joseph... now leave.”

He stood up, shrugging Klaus’s hand from his shoulder and started to leave, while muttering under his breath. To be fair, had he not been standing next to a vampire and... whatever the hell Klaus was, we probably wouldn’t have heard it. Unfortunately the ‘stuck up bitch’ comment did not go un-heard. I saw a flicker of anger flash in Klaus’s eyes and before I could react he had a grip of Joseph’s arm. “What the hell man?” Joseph asked loudly.

“I believe you owe her an apology for the remark mate.” Klaus all but snarled. I quickly looked around to make sure no one was noticing the altercation, before standing and placing my hand on Klaus’s arm. His head snapped back to me at the contact, as soon as I saw his expression I knew he would kill Joseph given the chance. “I don’t need, or even want, an apology from him.”

Klaus relaxed momentarily, allowing Joseph to pull his arm free and leave. I sat back down and ordered another drink, Klaus sat in the seat Joseph had vacated. I tried to not look at him, I still didn’t know what game he was playing with me. “Aren’t you going to thank me?”

Wait... what? Now I looked at him, “Thank you?” I asked incredulously. He smiled, “You’re welcome sweetheart.” He answered, deliberately misunderstanding me. “And why am I thanking you?” I enquired.

“For saving you from your unwanted admirer.” He explained, before ordering a drink for himself. “Please,” I scoffed, “the only person you saved was Joseph himself. He was very close to becoming my next meal.” Klaus reacted in a way I truly didn’t expect.

He laughed.

It seemed like such a genuine laugh with no malice behind it. My eyes were drawn, first to the dimple that appeared on his cheek, then to his eyes. I couldn’t get over how much they lit up when he laughed, and before I knew what I was doing, I was smiling warmly back at him. He parted his lips to speak, but didn’t get the chance.

“What the hell is going on here?” An angry voice snapped behind me. I spun to face Damon, the fury on his face as he looked from Klaus to me causing me to flinch. “Damon, let me explain...” I began but he cut me off. “Explain? Explain why you’re sitting here all buddy buddy with the guy that wants to kill Elena, probably kill all of us given half a chance?”

My eyes flitted past Damon, to where Stefan, Elena and Caroline stood, they all wore equal looks of shock. I looked back at Klaus, all traces of warmth gone from his features. “I’m sorry.” I whispered to nobody in particular, before grabbing my bag and making my way to the exit. As soon as I was outside I took a deep breath in and leaned against the wall, closing my eyes.

“Are you ok?” Stefan asked. God, I was getting sick of that question. I opened one eye and saw he was on his own. Small favours, I suppose. I couldn’t face Damon right now. “Far from it to be honest Stefan, but nothing can change that right now.”

“You and Klaus... you looked...” He had trouble forming the words to ask what he wanted to ask, so I helped. I can be so good at times, I thought dryly.

“Yes, myself and Klaus... that looked like more than it was. Joseph from school asked me out. I said no, he didn’t like that answer, so I contemplated killing him,” I ignored the look on Stefan’s face... if he wasn’t careful, he was going to end up stuck like that, “I said contemplated Stefan... anyway, Klaus came in and told him to leave. Joseph called me a bitch, Klaus was going to hurt him so I stopped him.”

I pushed myself away from the wall, “And that is all that happened. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go visit my mom.” Without waiting for a reply I walked away. I knew Stefan was just worried about me, but I couldn’t deal with him right now.

Twenty minute later I was kneeling in front of my mother’s grave. I was enjoying the silence, it give me time to think about my options... about leaving Mystic Falls. I could just get up and go, leave it all behind. Was there really anything keeping me here? I had lost Damon, of that I was sure. The others would probably never accept me the way I was now, so what was holding me here?

My very mature thoughts of running away from my problems disappeared as I heard footsteps approach. I put it down to some kind of vampire instinct, but I just knew this person was trying to sneak up on me. In the same second that I realised this, I was on feet ready to face whatever moron decided to attempt something at my mother’s grave.

I couldn’t see the possible attacker, and before I had a chance to go find them a bullet ripped through my right shoulder. A feral growl broke its way out of my throat. Ok, I was going to enjoy tearing this person apart. I zoned in on where the shot had come from and took a step in that direction... and immediately froze. My left hand reached up to grab my injured shoulder. It was already healing; the problem was the pain that was growing within.

Oh god!

It didn’t take a genius to figure out the bullet had been laced with vervain. I could feel it start to work its way through my system. I gritted my teeth and stormed towards my soon to be dead attacker. I was halfway there when three more shots rang out. I was able to avoid the first two, but the third one embedded itself in the bone of left leg, just above the knee.

I stumbled but kept going. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Sweat was pouring from every pore on my body as I tried to fight the urge to pass out. It felt like a lifetime when I reached the headstone my attacker was hiding behind. I reached over the top of it a pulled a blonde haired woman to her feet. I had her by the throat, yet her eyes held no fear.

“Who..?” I tried to ask, but I didn’t have the strength to fight and interrogate. She seemed to understand what I was asking. “Your boyfriend Damon killed my boyfriend Mason, so I’m going to kill you, so he can feel what I felt.” She gasped out, over my choke hold.

I started to laugh, but it quickly turned into a cough. I also made a very stupid mistake... of course I was going to blame the excruciating pain I was in for that.

I forgot about the goddamn gun.

Blondie put the gun against my stomach and pulled the trigger. The gun was at an angle and I felt the bullet travel upwards and lodge itself close to my heart. I let the scream building within me out and before I knew what I was doing my face transformed and I sank my teeth into her neck. She let out a gargled noise of her own and tried to raise the gun once more. However, she didn’t get the chance. With rage fuelling my weakening body I took hold of her arms and with every ounce of strength I had remaining, I pulled.

Her screams ripped through the empty cemetery, and through the surrounding trees as the skin and flesh began to rip. Finally the arms separated from the rest of her body at the shoulders. She fell to her knees, her mouth still open in a silent scream. She looked like she was going in to shock, so I dropped her arms, and knelt in front of her. She was starting to waiver, so I grabbed her hair, forcing her to keep eye contact with me.

“You picked the wrong girl... and I don’t mean in a fighting way, I mean literally. Damon is not my boyfriend. He’s too busy being in love with Elena Fucking Gilbert.” I wheezed the words out. I saw her eyes widen ever so slightly, so I know at least part of her understood me. Still looking her in the eye, I pushed my hand slowly into her chest and pulled her heart out.

It was more for my own satisfaction. I was fairly certain she had checked out moments after I had removed her arms from her body. I dropped the heart and let go of her hair. Her body toppled backwards, her empty eyes staring upwards.

I tried to stand and found it almost impossible, now that the rage within me had quietened down, the vervain was doing its job. I managed to half walk, half crawl to the edge of the cemetery, where I could disappear into the trees.

I allowed one last scream of pain to leave my body. I was barely aware of someone approaching me before I succumbed to darkness.


“Hello baby.” Mom said, smiling at me, her arms outstretched. Without pause I ran to her, her arms tightening around me. “Mom...” the tears started falling on both our faces. “I’ve missed you so much honey.” She whispered in my ear.

Wait a minute.

I pulled back, “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?” I asked her. She didn’t answer me, she just smiled. I tried to remember where I was before here.

The woman. I looked down at my own body. I saw the holes in my clothes where the bullets had entered, the blood stains surrounding them. “Am I dead?” I asked, confusion obvious in my tone. When I looked up at my mother again, I saw the sadness in her eyes, “No baby, you’re not dead.”

I threw myself into her arms once more. “Mom, I don’t know how to keep going. Since I lost you, everything has gone so wrong. I’ve become a monster.” As I spoke my mother started to fade, I felt like I was being carried. I tried to call her back, “Mom, don’t leave me again... I need you...”

“Shh love,” a man’s voice spoke from somewhere above me, “you’re going to be fine.” I recognised the voice, I just couldn’t match it to a face. Who was he? Was he the person carrying me? And if so, where was he taking me? I felt new pain rip through me, and I arched my back as I tried to push through it.

“Just hold on, we’re almost there.” The voice said, although it sounded like it was coming from a great distance away. I wanted to ignore him, I wanted to let go, to go back to my mother. The pain became too much, and once again I let the darkness take me.


When I opened my eyes I realised the pain wasn’t too severe, as a matter of fact it was almost gone. I was lying on a bed, but didn’t recognise the room I was in. I felt so weak, I could barely move. I felt something tug at my arm, and when I turned my head to look, I saw an I.V attached just below the hollow of my elbow. Someone was draining my blood. I tried to sit up, but couldn’t.

“Hello.” I called out, my voice hoarse. The door opened and a man I didn’t recognise came in. He smiled at me, “you’re awake.” He said, stating the obvious. I watched him approach me, he sat on the side of the bed and held his wrist out to me. I was dubious at first... who was this man, and why was he caring for me?

It took mere seconds for me to decide. I felt my face change, my teeth lengthen. I tried to move again but couldn’t. The man, with a dazed ’I’ve been compelled’ smile, lifted my head up with his left hand and put his right wrist once again in front of my dry, cracked lips.

I put my mouth over the pulse point and bit down. The relief was immediate, as I kept drinking I felt my strength return. Soon it was me holding his wrist in place and not him, but it wasn’t enough. Before he knew what was happening I had him pinned to the bed, my teeth once again puncturing his skin, this time on his neck. The flow was so much stronger here. I could feel his heart rate slow but I genuinely did not care.

I would have taken every last drop that he had to offer had I not at that moment been pulled off him I tried to turn to face the newcomer, but before I could they put their hands on either side of my face and twisted.


3rd POV

Stefan and Caroline were trying to calm Damon down. He was pacing in front of them. “It had to have been her, the body was close to her mother’s grave, and she told Stefan she was going to visit her mother.” He ranted, worry evident in his words.

Liz had phoned Caroline to inform them of the mutilated remains found in the cemetery, and no one knew where Jessica was. Caroline put her hand out to stop him pacing. “Jessica will be fine Damon, she’ll show up.”

“And the gun they found?” He snapped at her, “with the vervain coated wooden bullets? They found blood on her mom’s headstone. If Jessica was hit with those bullets...” he let the sentence trail off as he remembered the last time Jessica had vervain in her system. The pain she had gone through. The thought of losing her was almost too much, the glass he had all but forgotten he was holding, suddenly was thrown against the wall, the glass breaking in a shower of alcohol and glass shards.

Before the last piece hit the floor there was a knock on the front door. Before Stefan or Caroline could even acknowledge the sound, Damon was already at the door pulling it open. Jessica had been propped up against it, almost as if she had sat down against it and fallen asleep. When he pulled the door open she fell backwards onto her back, and it was painfully obvious that her neck had been broken.

Damon ignored the range of emotions that washed over him the moment his eyes landed on her, from sorrow over the way he had treated her, to rage over whoever hurt her. He picked her up and carried her inside, kicking the door shut with his foot.

“Who was at the...” Stefan’s voice trailed off as Damon re-entered the room, this time carrying a dead Jessica. Stefan and Caroline shared a worried look, but neither voiced their concerns. They watched as the older Salvatore placed Jessica gently on the couch. They saw the conflicting emotions cross his features. Stefan parted his lips to speak, to say what he was unsure off, but he knew his brother and the way Damon was taking in the bullet torn bloody clothes, that he better say something quick.

“Damon, she’s going to be fine. When she wakes up, we can find out exactly what happened, and who the woman and the cemetery was.” No sooner where the words out of Stefan’s mouth, when Jessica sat up, a wild look in her eyes. Caroline quickly knelt in front of her, “Jessica? Are you ok? Who did this to you?” Jessica’s gaze looked from Caroline, to Stefan, before coming to stop on Damon.

“Damon bloody Salvatore.”

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