This chapter is very short but I had to add this so that I can continue with my own storyline.

Jeremy. (Author's Point of View)

Jeremy Gilbert was confused. Yes, he had been very confused lately, but this time, it was serious.

He was shot. He died. Bonnie brought him back to life.

He could just add it to the growing list of how everything was becoming supernatural, but he decided to act human. Okay, not exactly human. A normal human would freak out. He decided to try and remember.

Nothing. It was like he over slept and didn't remember the night before.

He lay back on his bed. A nice sleep would do the trick, he thought. But he got interrupted by a noise downstairs.

Jeremy rushed from his bed; he wasn't going to take risks. Lately, a noise meant death, trouble or pain.

He had arrived in the hallway when he turned to face the other side.

But as he turned his face, his whole body shook in horror.

"Anna?" He manage to choke out. But Anna was dead! Damon saw them killing her. As if that wasn't enough, he heard someone else call his name.

"Jer."

Vicki. No, no, no. This was wrong. These things couldn't happen. Ghosts didn't exist. Wait. If these things couldn't happen, then he was supposed to be under a gravestone right now.

"Vicki?" He gasped in horror, looking at both women.