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Elena went to the Mystic Grill at night. She was waiting for Stefan and knowing his speed, he wouldn't be long. As she sipped her root beer, Elena looked over her math notes until Matt drew her attention.

"Hi Matt. I thought you had football practice?" Elena said this as she hugged her blond blue-eyed friend. Matt gave her a smile.

"It was canceled, can it talk to you out side for a minute?"

"Of course" Elena answered and they both walked out of the Restaurant into the cold air. Elena knew something was wrong but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Matt why are…." Within seconds Matt grabbed Elena and forcefully pushed her into the ally way next to the grill. The teenage girl tried to defend herself from her crazed friend but Matt was too strong. He had her against the wall, his hand covering her mouth so she couldn't scream.

"Alistair told me to tell you that you had this coming." As Matt said this he wrapped his fingers around her throat and squeezed. Elena was gasping for air. She tried to push Matt off her but everything started going black. Within moment's air returned to her lungs. Elena fell on her knees coughing. She saw her friend on his back unconscious.

"Are you ok?" A familiar figure asked, as he bended down. Elena looked up to see Stefan.

" I'm cough fine, check on Matt." She answered. Stefan leaned over the guy he had pulled off his girlfriend moment ago. He examined Matt that turned to Elena who was standing but using the brick wall for support.

"Mind compulsion" Stefan said.

"He said Alistair. Who Is Alistair?" Elena asked, now fully recovered. Stephan looked at her for a long moment.

"I have no idea."

At the Salvatore manner:

Damon was reading a book in the library. His vibrant blue eyes scanning the pages as he sipped his scotch on the rocks. Usually he would be out but he decided to play nice and skip the outside dining. A patter of footsteps could be heard upstairs.

"Stefan!" he called. Damon put his glass down and with Vampire speed got to the source. It was in his room. Damon slowly scanned the area. No sign of disturbance. Damon whirled around when he heard the footsteps again. With his speed he zoomed to his bedroom door way. He looked up and down the hallway and could not fined anything. He sighed in defeat then proceeded to rub the bridge of his nose muttering "I've got to lay off the cheep stuff." He went back to his book and his drink. After he took a sip and swallowed the amber liquid he immediately felt the pane. Damon dropped the glass. While he was upstairs ; someone had laced the brandy with vervaine and he immediately began to feel the affects. If that wasn't worse he felt a hand weave its fingers into his hair and pulled him backward onto his back on the carpeded floor. The hand belonged to a hooded figure in a red and black striped hoodi with a tare in the left shoulder reveling a tattoo of the Chinese symbol for torture. It wore blue jeans with the knees torn out, black leather fingerless gloves and steel toed army boots. But the figures worst feature was the wooden stake the size of a small spear clutched tightly in its hand. With Vampiric speed it straddled Damon's poisoned body. As it was about to give the killing blow, Damon, with the little strength he had left flipped the figure over his head. It rebounded, grabbed Damon and slammed him into a bookshelf. Damon was only a few inches off his feet, aloft by the figures hand gripping his throat. But with its other hand it shoved the wooden stake into his stomach. Damon gasped in pain, a thin trickle a blood down the side of his pale mouth. The figure pushed until Damon was impaled. It let go of his throat, leaving Damon to hang with more agony then he knew what to deal with. Damon looked at the person before him. They were about 5'8 in height and had a slim but muscular build but not as defined as his own.

"Who…are you?" Damon asked in pain. The figure pulled back its hood. It was what appeared to be a 15-year-old boy. His skin was alabaster and had eye that's were as blue as the Mediterranean Sea. His hair was black and unkempt . Damon's eyes widened in surprise.

"Alistair?" he whispered.

"The one and only" The Vampire named Alistair answered.

"I haven't seen you since 1882 you look…the same" Alistair spoke.

"You're…acting like…we didn't have some good times…" Damon uttered.

"The Six years we had together were fantastic… till you abandoned me" Alistair had been looking around the room avoiding eye contact with Damon but saying the last part he looked straight into the older vampires eyes as if to hurt him.

"I… never-"

"YES YOU DID YOU DISGUSTING LIAR!" Alistair interrupted Damon with a shriek. His face was filled with malice and his eyes were storming with rage.

"You left me to fend for myself"

"I trained you…to survive." Damon countered.

"It wasn't about survival you egotistical jackass, it was about are friendship and are family." Tears were dripping profusely down Alistair's face. His eyes had turned to the vampire feeding red and his fangs were bared.

"You were my companion my Fath…" Alistair stopped himself. His face became serious as if he hadn't been crying at all.

"Alistair…you knew…who I was" Damon choked out the pain striking every one of his nerves. The young Vampire responded with his Foot kicking the Stake in Deeper, which made blood drip down Damon's chin.

"Yes… the Little Vampire looking for his slut of a mistress." Alistair laughed sarcastically.

"I've been in town for several days now and I found your ex-bitch Kathryn's double ganger and I must say her resemblance was striking." Alistair was looking down at his hands as he said this. He then looked up at Damon with vicious glee.

"Which gave me all the more reason to have her killed." Damon was more awake when he heard this.

"I compelled her friend Matt into strangling her." He then pulled back his sleeve to reveal a Rolex watch. " She should be in a body bag by now." He added.

"Now I kill you and don't worry about your brother he's just a speck of dirt under my nails, hill be to busy morning Elena." The front door blew open. Stefan with Elena in his arms appeared.

"Think again" Stefan taunted. For only a moment Alistair's face twisted into great rage but then soften into a face that showed small disappointment.

"Oh well a miner set back, stake you later Damon dearest." He then sharply turned to look at Elena, who was a little taken back by his stair.

"Kill you later bitch' and with that Alistair jumped through the living room window shattering of glass.