And yeah yeah yeah I'm a lot to handle
You don't know trouble, I'm a hell of a scandal
Me, I'm a scene, I'm a drama queen
I'm the best damn thing that your eyes have ever seen

-Avril Lavigne, The Best Damn Thing

"Why did they come back home?" Zach hissed, probably at Stefan.

"Damon's here because I'm here. He likes making my life miserable, that's how he enjoys his," Stefan answered in a dismissive way.

I smirked.

Really, if only Stefan knew why Damon's really here. Stefan's a bit self-centered if you asked me. I mean, he acts like Damon's life revolved around him. Which was a little bit true, but not completely. Damon's life revolved around being a dick, using his dick and Katherine Pierce.

"And what about aunt Kiara?"

"She's here...because of Damon and I. She wants to make our lives miserable."

"Why?" Zach asked, "I mean I get why you and Damon don't get along. But I've never gotten why aunt Kiara hates you two."

"That doesn't concern you."

I almost chuckled at Stefan's cold tone, but no need for him to realize that I was still in bed. Really, both Stefan and Damon always turned cold when it came to why I hate them and I found it pathetic really. It was pathetic that they couldn't face what they did.

Next to me, Jeremy started stirring.

But it didn't matter.

Stefan already left.

And I knew he and Zach were planning something.

What exactly, I didn't know.

But I always win in the end.

The last time I lost was...it didn't matter. Because I'm never going to lose again. Ever since I became a vampire, I'm always winning. I don't lose. And if I did lose? It was probably just a trick. A temporary illusion before I seize my victory. Kiara Salvatore never loses. Not anymore.

"G'morning," Jeremy breathed out, turning to his side to look at me with a goofy-half smile.

I looked at him.

If I were to rate Jeremy's performance last night, I'd give him a solid three out of ten. He had room for improvement. And I was good at that. I was good at breaking and remaking stuff.

The question was, would Jeremy be worth breaking and remaking?

"Is something wrong?" Jeremy asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"You know there's no strings, right?" I asked him.

Call me a whore or any other pathetic names for women who enjoyed sex as much as men, but I didn't lead people on. Well, unless I needed to get something from them.

Otherwise I'm a straightforward person.

Some may call me a slut, but I disagreed.

I was an honest woman who didn't lie or hide what she wanted.

"Yeah, you made it obvious from the start Kiara. I did too."

I smirked, allowing my hand to roam over Jeremy's chest.

"So, friends with benefits?" I purred at him, batting my eyelashes innocently.

"Works for me," Jeremy grinned as my hand started going low.

I was going to make Jeremy scream my name.

"Here," Vicki placed a glass of bourbon in front of me, not meeting my eye.

I raised an eyebrow at her, "I didn't order anything."

"It's my treat."

"For what?"

"The other night."

Oh right.

I suppose saving her from being raped by the Lockwood mutt did qualify me for a thank you gift. But that didn't really ease the surprise I held. I didn't get thank you gifts, I ruined thank you gifts.

Was I turning soft?

Furrowing my eyebrows, I pushed the glass aside.

"Actually, if you want to thank me, there's something you could help me with..." I trailed off, motioning to the bathroom.

Vicki didn't question me. How could she? She was still under my compulsion after all.

As soon as the bathroom door was closed behind me, I pushed Vicki onto the closest wall. "Now, usually, I love the screaming, but I can't blow my cover just now, can I?"

"Kiara, what are you doing?"

"Hush, stay still and don't scream, darling," I compelled the Donovan girl as my vamp features appeared.

Vicki stilled, not saying anything. I pushed her hair away, revealing the left side of her neck.

With one last smirk, I fed from her, the sound of her heart beating and beating and beating causing me to get excited. I wasn't a fan of blood bags, they simply existed to stay under cover. Vampires weren't meant to feed from blood bags.

They were meant to feed from the veins.

To feel the blood rushing through their victim's body.

To feel themselves getting practically high from the blood.

To suck their victims dry.

"If you don't stop, you'll kill her," a familiar voice caused me to pause.

With a satisfied noise, I stepped back, letting Vicki fall to her knees. Still as quiet as I had compelled her to be. What a good little pet.

I didn't bother wiping the blood from off my face, heck I didn't even bother hiding my vamp features as I turned around.

"Anna, it's been a long time, hasn't it?" I smirked.

Anna glared at me, "Yes, can't say it's a pleasure to see you again."

"Well, I can always give you pleasure, if that's what you want," I proposed, walking towards her.

She tensed as I placed my hands on her hips.

I was back in 1864.

Behind closed rooms where no one could see us.

Where I could explore every corner of the woman I was in love with. Where I didn't have to give up everything for my little brothers. Where I could mess around without being told I was a disappointment.

If I wasn't feeling so high off of Vicki's blood I would have thought of how Anna betrayed me.

How I betrayed her back.

Of the bad blood between us, covered in blood.

But I didn't.

I leaned my head down and nicked her neck with my fangs. She liked it when I teased her. Loved it when I would bite her in her sensitive spots. And I knew all her sensitive spots, from the pulse point above her collarbone to the curve between her thigh and her pussy.

Just as I was about to tear through her flesh, I felt something pierce my stomach.

"Fuck!" I cursed as Anna vamp-sped away, the high I was on disappeared as I registered the pain of the piece of stake that was inside my stomach, "Bitch," I hissed taking out the stake and throwing it at the bathroom's mirror in a fit of anger.

The mirror shattered.

I placed my hand on my now healed stomach.

Maybe I deserved that stake.

But fuck if I wasn't going to get even.

I took out my phone and dialed Damon's number.

"Hello sister."

"Found the solution to your blood problem," I glanced back towards a still quiet Vicki, "It's in the girl's bathroom at the Grill. Clean up my mess while you're at it."

I didn't wait for a response as I hung up.

I had a little bitch to find.

"You are not coming in," Sheila Bennet sternly said.

"Time sure haven't been kind to you, Bunny," I remarked, walking inside Sheila's home, "Have any bourbon?"

Sheila shut the door with a sigh.

"Don't call me that stupid nickname. I'm not in my twenties anymore."

"C'mon, we can act like we're back in time again," I suggested, childishly twirling around Sheila's place, "You can even call me Kiki, like you used to back when we were college students~!"

"First of all, I'm not a college student anymore. Second of all, I'm no longer stupid enough to overlook your senseless killing."

I rolled my eyes at Sheila.

Honestly, she used to be so fun. But now she was practically Nature's slave.

"Thought we could have fun together, like old times."

Sheila scowled at me, "I'm not helping you endanger innocents."

"Remember Anna?"

Sheila crossed her arms, finally looking a bit arrogant, "You mean that vampire who dumped your moody butt?"

"I dumped her," I corrected Sheila.

What can I say?

It was the little details that mattered in life.

"Whatever, point is, at least she was sensible enough to walk away from you. Anyone who gets caught up with you ends up either dead or wishing they were dead. If they're lucky like I was, they'd be interesting enough for you to let be until you need something from them. You use people. You twist them apart and destroy them for your own sick amusement. You are a monster."

I stared at Sheila.

"Is this because of the time I killed a man who tried to have his way with you?" I grinned.

"I could have handled it myself, without killing him."

"I helped you become stronger. I let you use me as a dummy whenever you needed to test out a spell. I'm the reason your college life wasn't filled with books and nerds," I listed off quietly.

"And I thank you for all of that, but-"

"But I fucked up once, right?" I cut off, "I'm a monster, right?"

Sheila narrowed her eyes at me.

"You're forgetting one little detail, Sheila. I never lied to you about who I was. I never pretended to be the good guy. When it came to me, what you saw was what you got. And you knew that from the start."

I walked up to Sheila.

"You're a witch who embraces Nature. Me? I'm a vampire, darling. I kill humans for fun. I take away their free will to go ahead in life. I defy Nature. I embrace being a vampire."

"Step back or I'll hurt you."

Grinning, I took a step forward, "Now, I tried playing nice. Obviously, it's never that easy. So, you're forcing me to be the monster you see me as."

"Kiara step-"

"Bonnie looks a lot like you when you were younger. A lot like Abby. And even more so when it comes to Emily. Remember Emily? You know, burned to the stake Emily? Boy, I miss her, you know? She was a good friend. She would have done this for me without me having to force her to. Heck, she'd even give me some good advice for settling scores before I leave. Wait, I'm rambling aren't I? Oops."

My grin dropped as I stood face to face with a glaring Sheila.

"Bonnie doesn't know she's a witch, does she? Makes her easy to use as a bargain."

"You leave my grandchild out of this!" Sheila raised her hand.

I fell to my knees and clutched my head with my hands. Instead of screaming out in pain, I started laughing. This type of pain was the type that even after decades of being tortured, the person still wouldn't be able to stay quiet.

But me?

I didn't like showing weakness.

So I laughed through the pain.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sheila stopped her spell.

By this point, I was sprawled on the floor, looking up at the ceiling.

"I kill Bonnie or you help me out."

"Give me something that belongs to her."

I sluggishly went into my pocket to produce a simple silver ring with blue engraved roses on it. I stared at it for a while, "This used to be her daylight ring. Stole it from her before I left her."

"I don't care."

I simply threw it at Sheila.

"Just a fun fact," I shrugged as I stood up, "Now, where's that bourbon?" I smirked at her.

One locator spell and a glass of bourbon later, I was walking towards a shitty motel. Well, no, it wasn't shitty. It was actually pretty nice. But I was in a shitty mood, so right now everything was shitty to me.

Seriously, fuck Sheila.

Wasted four years of my goddamn life on that bitch only for her to turn into a Nature obsessed freak.

Whatever, wasn't like I expected anything from her.

When you're a vampire, you learn not to expect anything from anyone. Expectations led to disappointment. Disappointment led to a bar filled with corpses. Which was fun and all, but according to my therapist it wasn't healthy and would only make me spiral more.

So, I fucked her husband in front of her before killing them both.

That was a good outlet.

Anyway, right now I needed to get even with my ex-girlfriend.

I stood in front of her motel room and lifted my leg up.

She was crying.

Sighing, I put down my leg and knocked on the door.

It didn't take long for the door to open.

"What do you want?" Anna tensely asked.

"I'm bored."

"So?"

"Let's fuck."

She glared at me.

I smirked, "Or we could go on a date. Pretend we're back in 1864."

"I don't trust you."

"That's okay, I don't trust me either."

"Why shouldn't I slam the door in your face right now?"

"Because," I produced a wooden stake from my pocket, "I'll stake this right in your stomach and break it inside if you do."

Anna laughed.

The bitter sound was music to my ears.

"Fuck you Salvatore, you deserved it."

"Look, if we're going to work together, I don't need you constantly staking me. I already have Stefan planning something, don't need you adding more on my plate. So, let's drink bourbon and forget why we hate each other?"

Anna rolled her eyes at me as she stepped out of her room, "You suck at extending an olive branch."

"Well, I don't usually give disappointments second chances."

She opened her mouth to retort only to close it.

Raising an eyebrow, I looked behind me to see what made her shut her mouth.

My smirk dropped.

I forgot that tonight was the night of the comet. A comet which I hadn't seen since 1864. I remember it like it was yesterday. Emily had help me set up a picnic evening with Anna, away from our families. A night for just the two of us. And when the comet appeared, my eyes only gave it a brief glance. To me, it was just a ball passing through the universe. No, that night, my eyes were drawn to the awe in Anna's eyes before I shared my first kiss with her.

That was easily one of the best memories I had of when I was mortal.

"I remember how you kissed me as the comet passed the last time."

My eyes didn't leave the comet.

Sometimes...I missed being mortal.

"Fuck..."

This wasn't good.

I didn't want to think of that time.

I was a vampire now.

"And look, Kiara, I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you wanted me to say back in 1873? I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry for killing that hunter. For taking away your chance at a supposed cure for vampirism. I deserved everything you said and did afterward. I deserved the broken heart-"

I was a vampire now.

And vampires?

We loved using people.

Even if the person had just spilled their heart out to us.

I slammed Anna to the motel room's door, forcefully wrapping her legs around me, "Fuck you Anna," I hissed as I slammed my lips on hers.

Chapter end.

Author's Note: soooo this chapter just happened. Stefan's hating his siblings. Damon didn't really make an appearance. Kiara's being...well, Kiara.

Questions:

1. What's Damon and Kiara's next move?

2. What's going to happen to Anna?