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CHAPTER SEVEN
i will always want you
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( lost girls )

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(Reminder that Jack Lacy is Harper's dad and Sarah Lacy is Harper's mom)

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

3rd Person POV.

*The Old Mystic Falls Cemetery*

"Never smelled one this bad before." Logan Fell grimaces from behind a towel over his face. He's referring to the burned bodies found at the old Mystic Falls Cemetery.

Three bodies were found, all of which are now charred and in body bags.

Deputy Jack Lacy gives Logan a weird look. "How many dead bodies have you smelled?" he questions the WPKW9 news reporter incredulously.

"You'd be surprised," Logan quips, his voice still muffled from the towel covering his mouth.

Sheriff Liz Forbes finishes covering one of the body bags. "It tried to cover its tracks," she observes.

Unable to take the stench of the dead body any longer, Logan stands to his feet and puts some distance between himself and the body bag. "Are you sure?" he asks Liz.

"I'm positive," Liz answers as she and Jack go to join Logan to stand in the middle of the body bags. "You only burn a corpse to try to hide cause of death, and there are no shell casings."

Logan removes the towel from his face and gestures with his hand to the bodies. "We know who they are?" he asks.

"Doc'll have to check their dental records," Liz says.

Logan lowers his voice. "What story should I run?" he inquires to Liz.

Liz lets out a sigh. "Drug deal gone bad?" she suggests.

Logan tilts his head as if to say really?

"It's not too big a stretch," Liz defends.

Deciding to agree with her, Logan nods his head.

Jack's interest in the conversation peaks. It bothers him that they have to lie to the public about vampire attacks, but what choice do they have? The less people who know about the existence of vampires, the better. To keep the people of Mystic Falls safe . . . and his daughter Harper safe, they must be free to live out their normal lives without any supernatural interference.

Logan turns around to face Jack. "Did you get the Gilbert watch?" he asks him.

"Yeah," Jack says with a shrug. "It was easy enough. I just had Sarah go get it since it's her family's and all."

Pleased with hearing this, Liz nods. "Good."

Another deputy walks up to the group. He has a wallet in his hand. "Found this in the brush about ten yards away," he says handing Liz the wallet.

Liz picks through the wallet and pulls out an ID card. After handing the wallet back to the other deputy, she scrutinizes the information on the card. "Vicki Donovan," she reads in familiarity.

"You know her?" Logan asks.

"I went to high school with her mother," Liz confirms.

"Yeah," Jack says, thinking back for a moment. "So did Sarah. Our families used to be real close."

Logan gestures to the dead bodies around them. "Think she's . . . one of these?" he suggests hesitantly.

"I hope not," Liz says, pursing her lips together.

For a moment, Jack can't decide if Logan meant "she's not one of these," as in, one of the victims who died, or if he meant "she's not one of these," as in, being the vampire who killed them.

Either way, there is a vampire in Mystic Falls, and for all they know, it could be anyone.

THE WOODS
1857
*Damon Salvatore and Mary Gilbert are both 18 years old*

In the 1800s, most fathers had one job in regard to their daughters — to marry them off to someone wealthy. Like other fathers, Johnathan Gilbert was no different. However, to him, it was just as important for a young woman to have a good education as it was for her to find a wealthy husband.

His daughter, Mary Gilbert, had been away at school for two years. A few days ago, she had returned home, and it never occurred to her just how much she missed the country in comparison to living in town. The sounds of the animals, the open fields, and the beautiful woods — it all appealed to her more than the city ever could.

At the moment, she sat on the ground with her back against a tree, a copy of the book Pride and Prejudice in her hands. The woods were such a peaceful place in the late afternoon, and she planned to take full advantage of the remaining daylight hours.

As she curled her fingers to turn to the next page, the sound of brush moving reached her ears.

She froze, sucking in a breath.

All went silent for a moment, the ringing in her ears suddenly becoming apparent to her. She waited, then heard more sounds — footsteps, to be precise.

This was the first time anyone had ever been in the woods at the same time as her.

Not knowing what to do, Mary hastily shut her book and got to her feet. The footsteps were coming from behind her, so her instincts caused her feet to shuffle forward.

It was probably just a mere passerbyer cutting through the woods. But regardless of who it was, Mary was in no mood to socialize at the moment. This was her time to relax, and she did not like it being interrupted.

"Hey! Wait!" called a male voice from behind her.

Thinking that she had been spotted, Mary ducked behind a tree. The footsteps grew louder, indicating that whoever it was had been following her the entire time.

"Come back," the voice said, just a few paces from the tree she now hid behind.

He didn't know she was hiding there.

Mary's heart beat erratically in her chest, but she had no idea why. It was as if this man was no ordinary man, even though she hadn't even seen his face yet.

"Where did you go?" the man continued, his presence now looming directly behind the tree. "I won't hurt you." He seemed desperate, lonely even.

Suddenly, the man turned his head to look behind the tree. Mary wasn't prepared for this, and out of reflex, she turned her head to face his.

Their eyes immediately met.

He had the most handsome face she had ever seen with a solid jawline and striking light blue eyes. She could feel her insides melt at the sight of him.

"Who are you?" he asked gently, taking a step closer.

An inner confidence emerged within Mary. She smiled mischievously and ducked behind the other side of the tree, out of his sight.

This would be fun.

"Wait, don't go," the man pleaded. He moved around the tree, but Mary was too quick for him. She easily escaped to the opposite side of the tree again.

She liked playing hard to get.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Please, I have to know your name," the man begged.

This tugged at Mary's heart, and she decided to give in a little bit. Slyly, she poked her head around the tree and gazed up into his beautiful eyes. "It's Mary, Mary Gilbert."

The man blinked slowly as a smile graced his lips. Placing a hand on his chest, he introduced himself. "I'm Damon, Damon Salvatore."

Thinking that she wasn't going to hide from him anymore, Damon tried to approach her. However, she had other ideas and backed herself around the tree, out of his view again.

He started to walk slowly around the tree which made her just move farther away from him. Damon then realized that she wanted to be chased, so he picked up his speed.

For a girl in a corset, she sure was quick on her feet.

"You're Johnathan Gilbert's daughter, aren't you? I heard you were coming back," he asked as he playfully jogged after her around the tree.

Thrilled by Damon chasing her, Mary giggled, "I am!" to answer his question. Suddenly, she accidentally dropped her Pride and Prejudice book and attempted to retrieve it quickly.

Damon took advantage of her sudden pause and charged at her. He came right up behind Mary which startled the girl, causing her to back up against the tree, dropping the book again in the process.

"I got you," Damon claimed proudly. He now had her caged between his arms, a hand on either side of her head against the tree. After catching his breath, he met her eyes. "Why do you run from me?" he asked.

"Well, we did just meet," Mary pointed out as she started calming down from the earlier excitement.

She wasn't quite sure what was going to happen next. She never planned on meeting a handsome man in the woods, nor did she plan on liking him so much.

A silence fell between Mary and Damon. It felt so . . . right.

Without warning, Damon's eyes flickered to Mary's lips. He looked at them so intently, and she held her breath.

His chest pressed against hers.

Her back was pressed to the tree.

And then his mouth was on hers. Warm pressure against her lips.

Despite the strength behind them, his lips were like silk. She was shocked at the moan that rushed through her, and even more shocked when she parted her lips and wanted more. His tongue slid against hers, and he grabbed her face. His kiss grew deeper, and Mary grasped at his hair, pulling him closer, feeling the kiss in her entire body.

Both of them became a medley of moans and gasps as the kiss brought them over the edge, their bodies wanting more than their mouths could deliver.

My God, Mary thought, loosing her mind. Damon Salvatore can really kiss.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

3rd Person POV.

*The Lockwood Mansion*

Liz and Jack are watching Mr. Lockwood open a hidden compartment in the floor boards. They're about to assemble the Gilbert watch into the Gilbert compass, a vampire detection device that they're going to use to track down their vampire problem.

Jack has the retrieved Gilbert watch in hand, ready and prepared to give it to Mr. Lockwood when the time is right.

As Mr. Lockwood unlocks the safe hidden beneath the floor boards, he asks Liz, "Doc ID the bodies?"

"A few townies, notorious druggies," Liz responds.

"I suppose," Mr. Lockwood says as he opens the safe, "that'll make it easy for people to buy the story."

Liz nods in agreement.

Mr. Lockwood sighs. "And Vicki Donovan?" he questions.

"She's not one of the deceased," Liz says.

Mr. Lockwood pauses to give Liz a baffled look. "Where the hell is she?" he wonders in annoyance.

"I wish I knew," Liz says.

Footsteps come from behind the group, and Logan Fell walks in. "Sorry I'm late," he apologizes.

With everyone now present, Mr. Lockwood takes out a small, decorative box from within the safe. He looks up at Jack and holds out his hand. "The watch, please."

Jack hands the Gilbert watch over to Mr. Lockwood.

First, Mr. Lockwood removes the clock face from the rest of the watch. Then, he opens the decorative box and takes out a compass needle. After snapping the needle into place within the remaining piece of the watch, the Gilbert compass is complete.

"It's ready," Mr. Lockwood announces.

Logan gives Mr. Lockwood a pointed look. "That's it?" he asks in a 'are you completely sure?' voice.

"Yes, that's it," Mr. Lockwood says, holding out the compass for Logan.

Logan takes the compass from Mr. Lockwood.

It's settled then. Tonight, they're going vampire hunting.

THE FALLS
1857
*Damon Salvatore and Mary Gilbert are both 18 years old*

"You know, my father doesn't approve of you," Damon said as he watched Mary toss pebbles into the river.

The two lovers were sitting along the river bank, enjoying the beautiful view as well as each other's presence.

Confused, Mary blinked her eyes before looking back at Damon's reclined form. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I thought your father loved me."

"If that's what he told your father, then he was lying." Damon's voice grew serious. "Father doesn't think any girl willingly pursuing me is worth pursuing."

Having heard enough, Mary rose to her feet and walked up to Damon. "Now that doesn't make any sense," she said as she sat down close to him. She took his large hands in her small ones, forcing him to look her in the eyes.

The second his eyes met her beautiful blue ones, he calmed down. The power she had over him. The way she made him feel was beyond explanation.

Mary Gilbert had Damon Salvatore whipped.

"What is really going on with you and your father?" she asked him gently.

He tore his gaze away from her and looked out at the sparkling water. "He doesn't like me. He never has."

"And how do you know that?" Mary questioned quizzically. She was sure what he was saying couldn't be true. Giuseppe Salvatore was one of the kindest and most respected men in the community.

A horde of torturous memories came back to Damon, and a lump formed in his throat. He couldn't hold back the truth any longer. He needed to tell someone, and Mary was his safe place. "He hurt me when I was younger. I was never good enough for him. I hated him, and I still do . . ." Damon had to stop there as he could feel himself loosing his composure.

A single tear slid down his cheek, but that was all he would allow. He refused to look like a mess in front of the woman he loved.

"Oh, you poor thing!" Mary cried, wrapping her arms around Damon's neck. She wished he would have told her sooner, so she could have been helping him get through this pain the whole time.

Suddenly, she had an idea.

She scanned their surroundings, and once she was sure they were alone, she grinned cheekily and unwrapped her arms from around Damon's neck. She placed both her hands on his chest and pushed him down to the ground, flat on his back.

She crawled on top of him in a straddle position.

Thinking he knew what she was doing, Damon tried to lean up and kiss her, but she stopped him by putting a finger to his lips. Sweet, Sweet, Damon.

"Nah ah ah," Mary said. "Let me take the pain away." With a twinkle in her eye, she began to unbutton his shirt. Once his bare chest was exposed to her, she kissed his soft stomach and then left a trail of kisses up his muscled chest.

Damon shut his eyes and sighed pleasantly in response, his back arching slightly off the ground.

Unable to contain her excitement, Mary giggled as she inched closer to his face. "I'm going to make you feel so good," she whispered in his ear.

Now, it wasn't proper at the time to kiss out in public, but Mary didn't really care . . . at least, not at that moment. Neither did Damon care very much. Mary's poise to be rebellious and spontaneously playful was something he admired very much about her.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

3rd Person POV.

*The Woods*

Sheriff Liz Forbes and Deputy Jack Lacy drive up to Logan Fell in a police cruiser. The car stops, and they get out to meet him.

"Ready to go vampire hunting?" Jack says to Logan, trying to lighten the mood a bit. If there's one thing Mr. Lacy hates, it's constant stoic seriousness. In his eyes, a little humor every now and then doesn't hurt.

"I'll just be happy when this is all over," Logan replies dryly.

Liz then speaks up. "I got Stanley on the Moore Street entrance," she informs Logan. "The rest of us will cover other access points. Call him or call me if that thing goes off." She nods to the Gilbert compass. "Don't use the radio, cellphones only."

Logan nods. "Got it."

Liz hands Logan a gun and sighs. "You've got eight rounds. Remember, wood bullets won't kill him." She gives Logan a cartridge of wooden bullets. "But it'll wound him enough for you to get close and stake him." She pauses before asking, "You sure you can handle this?"

As if to show off, Logan smoothly inserts the cartridge into the gun. "Of course I can." He grins.

Jack resists the urge to roll his eyes. Cocky much?

"Do you have a stake?" Logan questions Liz.

Remembering that he was the one responsible for the stake, Jack pulls it out of his utility belt. "Here ya go," he tells Logan, passing it over to him.

Jack will never understand why they're letting a news reporter of all people be the one to track down and kill a vampire just because he's a Fell. But here they are.

"You ever staked a vampire before?" Liz asks Logan.

"Have you?" Logan retorts.

Truth is, Jack didn't even know vampires existed until he got married to Sarah Gilbert. Before then, they were just creatures of fiction to him. Now, he knows they're out there, and he will do anything in his power to protect others from them.

SALVATORE ESTATE
1859
*Damon Salvatore is 20 years old while Mary Gilbert is 19 years old*

Mary lied down beside Damon on his bed. 

She was running her fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp when he opened his eyes. "Mary?" he whispered, looking at her sincerely. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Those words wrapped around her like a warm blanket. She didn't know what to say in response. He lifted a hand and gently cupped her cheek. She felt his stare deep in her stomach. Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. She expected a peck, but Damon didn't pull back. The tip of his tongue slid across her lips, parting them softly. His mouth was so warm, and she moaned as his kiss grew deeper.

Damon rolled Mary onto her back and then dragged his hand down her body, straight to her hip. He moved closer, sliding his hand down her thigh. He pushed against her, and a surge of heat shot inside her. Mary grabbed a fistful of his hair in response.

Damon practically growled with a renewed sense of energy and began to tug the laces of her corset loose. It became an interlude of hands and moans and tongues and sweat.

Damon was all confidence. He knew exactly where to touch her and exactly how to kiss her. He didn't even hesitate as he took her brazenly in one swift thrust, causing Mary to gasp into his mouth, every muscle in her tensing.

His mouth was fierce and needy, kissing her everywhere he could reach. Mary grew so dizzy, she could do nothing but succumb to him. Damon was unapologetic in his actions. His hand came between the headboard and the top of her head as he pushed harder and harder, the bed crashing against the wall with every push.

Mary's fingernails dug into the skin of his back as he buried his face against her neck.

"Damon," Mary whispered.

"Oh, God," she said.

"Damon!" she screamed.

And then she bit down on his shoulder to muffle every sound that came after it. Her whole body felt it — from her head to her toes and back up again.

Mary was afraid she might literally pass out for a moment, so she tightened her legs around him. Damon tensed. "God, Mary." His body rippled with tremors, and he shoved against her one last time. He groaned, stilling himself on top of her. His body jerked with his release, and Mary's head fell back against the pillow.

It was a full minute before either of them was able to move. And even then, they chose not to.

Mary's eyes fell pleasantly closed, and she prepared to take in a hefty breath when suddenly her chest filled with immense pain. She gasped. Her immediate reaction was to sit up, but then she discovered it was getting harder and harder to breathe in order to calm down.

She couldn't breath.

Her body fell into an uncontrollable coughing fit.

Damon reached for Mary and put his hands on her shoulders, having no idea what was going on. "Mary, are you all right?"

Her throat burned with every cough until finally air returned to her lungs. She let out a gasp of relief. After closing her eyes for a moment, she opened them and was met with a disturbing sight.

Blood on the sheets . . . blood from her coughing.

Damon noticed the blood as well, and his eyes widened in horror. They met each other's eyes.

Something was wrong with her.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

3rd Person POV.

*In the Woods After Dark*

With flashlights in hand, Liz and Jack are keeping a look out for any signs of a vampire. Logan Fell is the one who is going to stake the vampire, but it will take a group effort to completely track down and kill it.

Suddenly, Liz's cellphone rings. She answers it. "Yeah?" she says.

Jack waits impatiently for Liz to give him some feedback on what's being said on the other side.

"Headed your way," Liz says before hanging up.

"What's going on?" Jack asks.

"He thinks he has something. It's headed towards the old cemetery." Liz motions with her head for them to go in that direction as well. "Come on."

After removing their guns from their holsters, the two make their way towards the old cemetery.

Boom! A gunshot is heard out in the distance.

Automatically, the duo pick up their speed and break into a jog. The vampire is here. This is serious now.

Without warning, Liz stops in her tracks. Jack goes to stand by her side. Their flashlights shining down on a limp Logan Fell. His neck is bloody, and he isn't moving.

The clear work of a vampire.

"Oh God," Liz says.

Jack drops to his knees and presses a finger to Logan's wrist. There's no pulse.

He turns to look up at Liz. "He's dead."

Liz swallows before forcing herself to concentrate on what should be done. "The watch, find the watch," she orders.

This is going to be harder than they thought.

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a/n:

So, there was no Harper in this chapter, guys, but now you've got a look into Mary Gilbert's life. Since there were flashbacks in the actual Lost Girls episode, I decided to include some in here as well. Also, I just noticed that Caroline and Bonnie have like no screen time at all in this episode, so it makes sense that Harper wouldn't be in it either.

Also, you probably now know why I added the mature rating to this story. Vampire Diaries is a mature show, and I am not afraid to hold my story to that level of maturity.

-- roxy

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