A needle in a hay stack.
Damon abruptly jumped out of bed, memories of his nightmare bombarding his head. he felt a strange sense of an eerie feel lingering throughout the house. Almost as if someone or something provoked such a horrific scene to play out inside of his head, But for some odd reason he just couldn't shake such an unsettling feeling.
As he made his way down the stairs He found Elena shuffling scrambled eggs into her mouth and Stefan laughing at the bits and pieces that had missed it.
"Keep eating like that and you'll mess up that hot little figure you have going on." Damon snapped as he grabbed a packet of blood from the freezer and took a seat.
"That's not funny Damon, what's with you?" she asked. Her brow line now wrinkled and an annoyed expression crossed her face.
"I'm kidding.." Damon flatly told her before slurping down his breakfast.
"well, Today is the fund raiser and I promised Matt I would help him with the floats." Elena groaned.
"It'll be fine, at least you don't have to organize bouquets of flowers with Caroline." Stefan breathed causing Elena to playfully pout in return.
A strong urgency to wipe Stefan's smug grin off of his face, suddenly got to be almost overwhelming.
Stefan confusingly stared in his brothers direction, a questioning expression crossed his face, elena quickly following his gaze, then to studied Damon's pained facial expression.
"Is everything okay?" elena asked, now worried by his sudden change in behavior.
Damon remained still, his pupils then began to dilate.
"hey, Damon what's going on?" Stefan urged, now kneeling by his side.
"what's going on Stefan?" Elena was reluctant to move.
they both exchanged uneasy glances and an unsettling vibe passed between the two.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Damon suddenly interrupted.
Damon then began to gag, an overwhelming feeling of nausea plaguing him.
"I'm going to throw up." Damon panicked by the sudden surge of illness.
Stefan was gone and back in a blur, now holding a bucket in front of his brother. Damon's eyes watered as, what was once digested blood, came spewing back up. Elena quickly ran to aide Damon as well. She placed a cold wash cloth on the back of his neck and carefully ran her fingers through his dark hair.
"It's going to be okay." she soothed.
"I taste Vervain." Damon gasped gripping his stomach.
"Are those wood chips?" Elena asked peering into the bucket of blood.