Do you know who you are?

**Left.** **Right.** **Duck.** **Jump.**
Going up against Yuki was no walk in the park, especially not with her sister's life on the line. I couldn't blame her though. I understood the need to protect her own flesh and blood. Heck, if my sister and Damon had been two people I'd have to choose between right now, I'd no doubt have the hardest dilemma to face of all time. But she was dead now, and unfortunately, Yuki's sister would have to die as well. I had Mrs Keane to protect, and she had a son. I could not let that boy down again, I wouldn't. He and his brother would have their mother back home, safe and raising them up to be good young men. That was a promise. So, to keep this promise, I got down on my knees as Yuki made a move to jump up and kick me in the face, and as she flew, legs elongated perfectly in the air, I skidded on my knees below her, tearing at the skin on my knees and staining them red with blood before I stood up, turned around and kicked her right in the centre of her back. She crashed onto the ground but got onto her hands immediately and pushed herself off of the floor before I could even land a decent kick into the side of the face.
"You must know, Jasmine, that I cannot let you win this. I must save my sister; she is the only family I have left."
Admittedly, that statement did tug at my heart. The only blood relation Yuki had was sitting up in those stands and I was about to let her die. Fuck, I might as well have been dressed in black with a gun in my hand, shooting all of these innocent people myself. That was how responsible I felt for all of this. And so, I said, now looking directly into her dark brown eyes, "I am sorry too, Yuki. I cannot let you win either. That woman has a young boy waiting on her at home. There's no way she's leaving here dead."
We both stared at each other for a moment, bloodied, aching and yet still miles high on adrenaline before, simultaneously, we both collided with each other. My hands were around her torso and hers were under my arms and tugged tightly around my back. With all my strength I managed to sink my fingers deeper into her side before lifting her up and over my head. She landed hard onto the ground and began moaning and holding onto her sides.
I gulped and looked up for a moment, switching my gaze between the sleeping Mrs Keane and Yuki's sister, Yui. She was a beautiful young woman, with years ahead of her, years which, as I raised my leg, I knew would disappear the second it landed on Yuki's face. And it did, and when it did, let a loud, cracking sound emit into the air. Yuki's eyes shut closed and I was glad they did as I watched Yui cry out in terror and attempt her escape up there in the stands. Her eyes pleaded with mine, begging to save her and for a split second I forgot I was trying to protect a mother and I began running, ignoring the searing pain in my neck from the weight pulling at it, and my shoulder as I used my arms to push me further. Yuki had made a good kick to it, almost dislocating it earlier on. But I got no further than halfway through the field before Oliver tripped me and grabbed me by the collar. This little movement of his did not sit with Damon who, like me was in the process of trying to save Yui, only to now be restrained by a woman in black as he growled and attempted to free himself from the stands in hopes of hurting Oliver for hurting me.
"Get your fucking hands off of her!" He yelled once they used duct tape to restrain him because even without his werewolf abilities, it was quite obvious that he was far stronger than anyone else here.
Oliver smirked at him and threw me down to the floor onto my back before kicking me in the stomach. "Bitch had it coming."
And that was when Damon fell deadly silent for all of ten seconds before his eyes flashed red for a quick second and he uttered out very aggressively, "Family or not, I will fucking *kill* you the second this is over!"
"Ooh, I'm so scared." Oliver uttered as he dragged me by the hair back again to where Yuki's unconscious body was being removed by the fake Jade.
Damon looked Oliver straight in the eye and admittedly, I, myself had second-hand chills from the deadly gaze. "You should be. When this is over, I'll divide your body into little pieces and send them to all of my uncles, including your father. I don't think I'll have any family loyalty problems after."
And it seemed that the combination of Damon's threat and the look in his eyes was enough to make the idiot let my hair go.
Macy took the opportunity to gaze between the two of them and then chuckle before saying, "That's my man, always so aggressive. I wonder if he's the same in bed?" and then she gave a wink to Damon. "Don't worry sugar, you can be aggressive with me all you want when your darling Jasmine is gone."
It was at that point that Damon's jaw fell and, when he caught it, a look of realisation made his way all onto his face. "That's what this is all about Macy? You're in love with me?"
Macy kept quiet at this statement and looked to the ground before mumbling something.
"Louder Macy. Louder!" He yelled.
And that was when the entire flirty facade broke and she stared up at him with her lower lip quivering. "Yes, Damon... I've always loved you."
For a second, just a second, she looked like the Macy I once knew. The kind-hearted, good person she once was, who made me breakfast in the morning and who walked me home everyday. That was who Macy was, and what she had become ruined that, tainted it, staining her white in her own ocean of red, not blood, but desire. All she wanted was to be loved, to be loved by him, the way he loved me.
"Macy," Damon's voice was clear and steady, "You've changed. This is not the Macy I know. That girl I loved like I love my own sister. But now, I can barely recognise you. I don't know who you are... do you?"
Macy stood there, with wide eyes as she stared up at him. I'd never seen her so frightened before, especially all because of a simple question. Did she know who she was? Well, according to the look of horror all over her face, the answer was no. She had no idea who she was, and that was the scariest realisation anyone could ever come to.
And so, to avoid basking in it too much, she decided to change the subject from who she was, to who I was.
"What about her? You know anything about her? She's a slut-"
Damon scoffed, "Wow, 'slut'. That's a nice word, where'd you hear it? Highschool? Well I think you should know that some of us grown people like to use that term in bed. So, slut, yes, sure, you can call her that. But she's *my* slut and I am hers. Would you like any other terms, there are quite a few, nastier and dirtier words that you can try to throw, but they are just words, nonetheless and you'll find that to her and I, they have different connotations than they do to you. Though, I think what you are really referring to is her job as a Vixen. So what? Is that supposed to change how I feel about Jasmine, is it supposed to make me disgusted or repulsed? Well it doesn't, Macy. She could be as tainted and impure as sin and I'd still love her too much to know what to do with myself."
I was shocked, to say the least. Damon had always been so gentle and understanding but this, this crossed over anything I had ever imagined. It transcended it, and for a moment I wondered how on Earth Damon could have ever thought he was anything close to Ambrose, and I wondered how I never ever saw it back then. Perhaps the one truly good person in all of this, the person pure and untainted, was Damon. He'd never been clouded by his father's darkness, he'd just been scared and blinded by it, forgetting just how bright he was. But *I* wasn't bright, and neither was Macy who now had clearly had enough of hearing about how much Damon loved me.
"You may think you have him now, Jasmine," She uttered as she turned to me, "but by the end of this all, I'll take you away from him, and I'll replace you with myself."
I looked up at her and shook my head, "You could never replace me, Macy, because you could never and will never understand me. If you did... or if perhaps Lucien did, there would have been no reason for this."
But this seemed to go in one ear and out the next as she walked towards me and said excitedly, "Speaking of which, I think it's time for our last and final round. This has been fun and all, but we've got to get things moving for Damon's surprise afterward."
It was then that she pointed to the other corner of the field and my heart stopped as Jared began walking, not shackled at all. Finally, the realisation set in... the next two people whose lives were in our hands had to be Landon and Loren. They were the only two people left, the only two *disposable* people left.

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Jasmine literally just got Loren back. So, do you think she will finally let her go in hopes of saving the loving couple, or will she have to say goodbye to Landon, our favourite Beta? On my end, I don't see her being able to sacrifice either one... not willinglly, at least. Also, I know it seems as though I'm dragging this whole thing out and I do apologise if it feels that way, but I do not want to rush the ending, especially because there are some intense surprises coming soon!
Stay safe! Stay healthy! Sending all my love.