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INTRODUCTION

The Salvatores had been in Mystic Falls for a year now. Many things had happened, let's say. Stefan and Elena have been overly protective of each other since Stefan overcame his cravings and Damon has been brooding, killing, drinking, ya know the normal routine. And then of course, Cecelia has been left to her own devices, learning the ups and downs of society and high school. But she's happy, she has Jeremy Gilbert to keep her company. But it won't last long.

CHAPTER ONE

I opened the door to the Gilbert house quietly. Myself and Stefan had been given permission by Jenna to let ourselves in whenever we wanted, as long as Damon wasn't following. I smiled to myself, I can hear Jeremy humming along to Green Day upstairs. Before going to Jeremy's room, I popped her head around the kitchen door.

"Hey Jenna." Jenna looked up from the newspaper she was reading, with a concerned look on her face which she quickly replaced with a gentle smile.

"Hi Cece! Jeremy's upstairs."

After thanking Jenna I rushed up to Jeremy's room and gave a knock on the door. When he opened the door, he gave me a disgusted look, "have you seen what's in the newspapers at the minute?"
I shook my head, "no, is everything ok?" He shoved the newspaper in my arms and went and sat back on his bed, I followed suit whilst reading.

The people of Mystic Falls are becoming worried as the animal attacks that were so consistent last year have returned. Sherriff Forbes stated that there is nothing to fear and she is dealing with the issue.

I looked up at Jeremy, and raised my eyebrow at the expression on his face. "You're seriously not thinking that myself or my brothers could be the cause of this, right?"

"Well, of course not, well not you or Stefan. But Damon? Come on Cece, he has a bit of a tendency to, urm, well, you know." I smiled reassuringly at him.

"I can assure you that this is not Damon's doing. I've been with him pretty much all week, watching him drown his sorrows in bourbon and whining about the fact that he wants Elena all to himself. Trust me, okay?" I stroked his hair and smoothed it into place. "But, I'll talk to him when I get home if it will make you feel any better." He smiled and cupped my cheek in his hand. I closed my eyes and leant forward until our lips touched. He kissed me gently, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. God, I love him. When we broke apart, he grinned goofily and held up his two console controllers. I took one in my hands, muttered "game on" and then we were lost in the gaming world.

Two hours later I was walking back to the boarding house. It was beginning to get late and there was school in the morning. I don't really fancy being late tomorrow, as I have Mr Tanner in history first period. Fun! Note the sarcasm. I jumped when my phone began ringing loudly. I looked at the caller ID – Damon. I answered reluctantly, but put on a false happy voice. To be completely honest, I'm not sure whether Damon is behind the attacks. I hope not. Oh God, I so hope not.

"Hi Damon! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I need your help." He grunted.

I giggled. "Wow. Not even a hello? What mess have you gotten yourself into now?"

"I'm out of bourbon."

"Really? That's what you called me for? I'm literally two minutes away from the boarding house, can it not wait?"

"Unless you want me to go out and look for something more fresh and red, no it can't." I sighed.

"There's some in my room under the loose floorboard. It was my stash, but go ahead and help yourse-" I cut myself short. Someone was standing by the bushes of the boarding house, staring at me. I took a step forward, trying to see if I recognised them.

"Cece? Is everything ok? Cece?" Damon asked in a worried tone over the phone.

"Yeah, urm, give me one minute." I hung up the phone and glanced at the figure again. It looks like Elena. "Elena, is that you?" She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. I glanced at the boarding house door to see if Stefan was there, but when I turned back, she was gone.

I closed the front door loudly and walked into the living room, only to find Elena sleeping on the couch. But, she was just outside. Wasn't she? I literally just saw her. Didn't I? But, this didn't make any sense. Unless… But she's desiccating in the tomb, isn't she? Oh God, no. Please. I ran up to Stefan's room, where he was arguing with Damon. Shocker. I cleared my throat and they both turned to me.

"Cece! This bourbon is amazing!" Damon kissed the bottle in his hand.

"It better be, it cost me an arm and a leg. But, I have something to tell you." I explained the situation to them. Stefan sighed.

"But Elena has been with me all evening," then a look of realisation came across his face, "Katherine." I nodded. This was bad. Very bad.

Damon glanced at me, "if that's the case, you need to leave Cece. She won't rest until your dead."

"Don't you think I know that Damon? She'll make my life living hell, and then she'll leave me cowering and hiding for a hundred years before actually killing me! And she'll do the exact same to you two as well. " Damon put his hand around my shoulder and pulled me into a hug. I sighed. If she was out, we were doomed. I sat up, took the bottle of bourbon out of Damon's hand and took a swig of it; then I handed it to Stefan and he did the same.

Damon put on a mocked hurt voice, "since when do my younger siblings, get to drink my bourbon?"

"My bourbon, Damon." We all chuckled together, but stopped immediately when we heard the front door open and close. We were downstairs in a blink of an eye. A random man was standing there with a letter in his hand. He was human. I could smell him. Before any of us could ask who he was, he muttered something about doing his job, pulled out a knife from his pocket and slit his own throat. Elena screamed, and Stefan went to comfort her. I reached down and grabbed the letter. It was addressed to me. I opened it, and gasped. A lump formed in my throat. There, three words were written very clearly.

Miss Me Bitch?