I don't own the Vampire Diaries. The books, or the shows. Same with Twilight.
Stefan's boarding room was silent when Damon suddenly slammed his copy of Twilight on the table. Stefan and Elena jumped.
"That's it!" Damon yelled. "We're going to Forks! I wanna meet these vampires!"
"Damon," Elena said, looking at him. "I don't think those vampires are real."
"But we are! And we're vampires!" Damon shouted as he grabbed his car keys of the bedside table.
"He has a point," Stefan said, "If he wants to go meet these vampires, I say we go."
"Not you, too!" Elena screamed as she chased the brothers out of the room, slamming the door behind her. "How are we supposed to find them!?"
When they were all in Damon's car, Stefan said, "Damon, how are we supposed to find them?"
"Well, we ask around until we get an address," Damon said as he pulled onto the highway.
"What are we supposed to say? 'Point us in the direction if the nearest vampires?'" Elena asked.
"No, cuz then they'd just point to us!" Damon answered, "And it's a secret that they are vampires."
"Then why is there a series written about them?" Stefan asked.
"I don't know!" Damon said as Elena hit her head against the window.