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Watching him swindle girl after girl with the wave of a hand was starting to make me sick. He wasn't even really trying anymore, which made it even more pathetic, at least on the girl's part. They just fall to their knees for every dark, sarcastic, handsome jerk that comes their way. It all makes me so glad that I was born in a century wherein ladies acted like ladies, and not idiotic, bumbling tramps.

I was getting to the point where I wanted to just confront him and get it over with, but the more dominant, more logical part of me was telling me that our reunion would be so much sweeter if he actually knew who I was.

I sneered at the thought of that bitch putting her hands on my fiance', and the very concept of her using magic to control his memories after he became a vampire made my blood boil. So until I could figure out a way to break the spell that bound his memories, I would have to suffer through these little escapades he seemed so fond of.

I slid off the bar stool I sat on, adjusted my crimson mini-dress, took one last look at Damon with his disposable date, and headed for the exit. I mean, the solution wasn't going to find itself, and all this bumping and grinding is enough to make a girl question her sanity.

I shoved open the door and stepped into to cool night air. Logically, the first place to search for the answers would be the old bording house. Stefan would be there, though I wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. If Katherine wiped Damon's memories, Stefan would probably be in the same boat. But our blatant lack of a relationship of any sort may have prevented that.

It was the best option, I decided. If he recognized me, he might be able to help me. If not, then I'll just leave without saying a word, and he'll be left wondering why there was a random girl knocking on his door at midnight.

Like most of my kind, I had a weakness for sleek, shiny sports cars. The one I drove now was a real gem, I thought, pressing my thumb into the unlock button on the remote. The lights flashed twice, welcoming me back. I stopped for a moment to appreciate my brand new ride.

My beautiful baby was an Audi TT Coupe with a 2.0 TSFI Prestige engine and six-speed S tronic transmission. The color was brilliant black, with smooth black leather interior, six-disc CD changer and polished stainless steel exhaust tips. This cute little two-seater with butterfly doors packs a lot of power into a small, sleek package.

Unable to fight my smile, I stepped forward and pulled on the door handle with a smug feeling. Despite watching Damon seduce the masses in that club, I felt good. I was dressed to kill, pun intended, the night was warm enough to be comfortable but not stuffy, and I got to drive this little beauty.

I slipped into the passenger seat and shut my door in one swift motion, before starting up my car and peeling out of my parking spot. I didn't bother with seatbelts; why should I? It's not like there's even a possibility of me losing control.

It didn't take long to get to the house. There was only one light on, and it was upstairs. The rest of the old building was as dead as it's occupants. I knocked gently three times, knowing that Stefan would hear me. Seconds later, the door was being pulled open and the younger Salvatore was staring at me with a blank expression.

Then the strangest thing happened. His eyebrows crushed together in the same brooding way they used to in our brief run-ins, and he tilted his head to the side slightly, like that would help him recognize me better.

"Veda?" he asked, and I smiled wickedly, stepping past him into the house. He shut the door behind me, protesting my presence immediately.

"What are you doing here?" he crossed his arms over his chest, and I rolled my eyes.

"Well, that's a silly question, Stefan. I've come for Damon, but I need your help," I explained, looking at all the dusty decor. You'd think with an endless amount of time on their hands, these guys would keep their house clean.

Apparently not, but that's irrelevant.

"Help? With what?" His voice was cautious. He didn't trust me anymore than he probably trusted Katherine herself now days.

"That pesky little spell Katherine put on my fiance'. I've put an end to her, and hoped that it would be the end of the amnesia, but I guess not. Know anything about it?"

He was silent for a long moment before speaking.

"Katherine is...dead?"

"That's what I said, isn't it? Regardless, I want him back, but I can't very well do that unless he knows me."

"I don't know what you expect me to do. I can't perform spells, and therefor can't break them. Does he know you're here?" he kept asking questions, and it was getting on my nerves. I always knew he was the more irritating of the two brothers.

"If he doesn't know me, he probably doesn't care that I'm here. Don't think I don't know about that little witch friend of Elena's. She's a descendant of Emily, is she not? Which means she has her spell book, and her powers. Get her to do it," I demanded and he laughed bitterly.

"I can't force her. And she's not too keen on helping vampires."

I took a deep breath and stepped forward with a false smile, looking up into those dark, brooding eyes. Then I struck, pressing my fingers into his abdomen just beneath his rib cage, sinking my fingertips into his skin. The smell of fresh blood drew my fangs out, and I held him there against the wall, digging into his stomach further. He gasped, eyes wide, and winced.

"I'll have your dormant heart crushed in my hand before you can even flinch, Stefan. Imagine what I can do to that human of yours. Talk to the witch. Get her to help me, and I'll take Damon off your hands," I smiled sweetly and stepped backward, jerking my fingers out of his abdomen. He dropped to his knees, gripping his wound and struggling for air.

"Pleasure seeing you again, Stefan. I'll stop by in a few days, just to check in," my voice was pleasant as I licked his blood from my fingers and slipped out the front door.

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