I sit on the bed in a daze thinking about everything he has just told me. I want to think he's crazy, delusional even, but after everything that's happen I can't. That would mean I'm just as crazy and deusional as he is.

This guy just rocked my worls and we didnt have to ge naked for whole Katherine turning them against each other, using them, "turning' them and then leaving them.. Then he went further to tell me about Klaus and everything he has done: trying to kill Elena, killing friends and family of his, being a hybrid, THE Hybrid. Now I'm saddled with the knowledge of some guy named Silas they raised from the dead because there was a cure for vampirism. That turned out to be a bust. Can you say INFORMATION OVERLOAD. I feel like my head is about to EXPLODE.

None of this is real. NO! It's not true. It can't be. All my life I've gone believing this type of stuff wasn't real. Don't get me wrong I love True Blood and Teen Wolf is the shit but it's all make believe. But it isn't?

Vampires are REAL!

REAL, PEOPLE!

So are werewolves!

And witches, warlocks...if a fairy arrives I'm gonna lose my shit.

What's next? Big Foot? Good Ol' Nessi?

And here I was sitting in a room with a vampire who was looking at me as if I might get up and run at any moment. As if he isn't used to that reaction.

No, that's mean. He seems like an okay guy, vampire...whatever.

I wasn't gonna run. No. I was gonna do what any normal person would do when they found out vampires and werewolves and whatever else is out there is real.

I was gonna get vomit-faced drunk.

I get up and walk towards the door, I don't know he is following until I find myself in a sitting room. I spot a liquor cabinet and open it. I pour myself a glass and sit on the couch and take a sip. It burns as it slowly travels down my throat.

"You still with me?"

"Yea, sure." I said.

"Look." He says stopping me from taking another sip. "Knowing all this can be very dangerous."

"Danger is my middle name." I say as a joke but it comes across pitifully.

"I think you should stay here. If you have any family you can call them and say you're with friends.."

"I don't have any family." I say cutting him off.

"Oh." He says and seems to want to ask more but he doesn't.

"Since I'm sure we won't be sharing a room, why don't you show me to mine." I say standing.

"Sure, follow me.

I follow him in a daze. I find myself bumping into what I think is a wall but when I look up I see that Stephan has stopped.

"Sorry. I was just . . ." I don't finish my sentence.

"I get it." He says. He opens a door to a room and gestures for me to enter before him. When I get inside I look round in awe. It's as nice as his room.

The walls are deep red color. The floor is a dark wood and there is a large black rug covering the floor at the foot of the bed. There is a four poster bed with a red and black theme. The ceilings are high and there are large picture windows. What impresses me most is the equally large bookshelf covering almost all of one of the walls, save for the fireplace that is right in the middle.

"I hope it suits you." He says from behind me.

"It's nice, beautiful." I say softly.

"Alright. Well I have to go take care of something but I will be back as soon as possible." He starts out the door. I grab his hand.

"Thanks." I say "For everything."

"You're welcome." He says and rubs his thumb across my hand.

We stand there for a while just looking at each other, both wondering what the other is thinking. He suddenly drops my hand and clears his throat nervously.

"Well I'm off." He says and exits the room.

I walk over to the bed and throw my back pack onto it. I open a drawer on the bedside table and push it inside.

"Okay." I say. "Either these people are telling the truth OR they're fucking shit bat loony." I get up and start pacing. "It would be nice to know that they are crazy because then I'd feel a little less crazy about the fact that I am standing here talking to myself." I plop back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. "A house full of crazy people, what's the worst that could happen?"

I lay there for a while until I fall asleep.

I open my eyes and find myself staring into the face psycho bitch 2.

"If you are here to rape me please get it over with. I've never had sex with a girl before so I'm not sure how that'll work out but eh have at it." I say and close my eyes again.

"Soooo not interested." She says.

"What do you want?" I ask without moving.

"I want to bite you." she says.

"Funny," I say "I was just going to say something along those lines before I told you to get the fuck out."

Suddenly I find myself hanging in the air with her hand wrapped around my throat. Her face is all vamped out. She throws me across the room and is on top of me in an instant. She leans in to bite me. I close my eyes and brace for impact. Nothing. I hear a crash and when I open my eyes I see that Stephan has her pinned up against a wall.

"Are you alright?" Stephan asks without looking at me.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just waiting for my dose of meds." I say remembering the conversation I had with myself earlier about being crazy. He looks at me like I'm crazy (my point exactly).

"Elena why are all those people downstairs?" He asks her.

"Well you wouldn't let me go to the party so I brought the party here."

Realization appears in his eyes. "That's what all the texting was about." He says more to himself. She puts on a knowing smirk and takes the opportunity to slip from his grasp.

"Now if you two will excuse me, I have a a party to host." She walks out.

We stay there in silence for a while then I realize I'm still sitting on the floor. I get up and straighten my clothing. I head for the door.

"Where are you going?" Stefan asks.

"Didn't you here, there's a party tonight." I say and leave the room.

The house is crawling with people. I look around and Elena is dancing on a table looking like she is having the time of her life. I can't help but smile at the sight. Hey, atleast someone's enjoying themself. I walk towards a table covered with an assortment of liquor. Aha, Vodka, my friend! I grab an unopened bottle and look around for a cup. When I can't find one I decide to just drink from the bottle.

Being no stranger to straight liquor the annoying burn it causes only phases me slightly. I take a few more large swigs and I can feel it already taking effect.

Before I know it I have joined Elena and another girl on the table and we're dancing like there's no tomorrow. I look over the crowd and see Stefan talking to a cute blonde. He looks our way and I smile. He smiles back. I see the blonde look at me confused and Stephan turns to her and I assume he is telling her who I am. Who cares. Not me!

I go back to dancing when Elena grabs my wrist and pulls me toward them.

"You guys look like you're having fun." She says when we reach them.

"Why? You jealous." Stephan asks with a smug look.

"Of course not. Jealousy implies feelings and I have none for you anymore."

"So what you guys dated or something?" I asks butting in.

"Something like that." Elena answers.

"And now you're with his brother?" I say. "Well that's not slutty at all." I mumbled. Stefan and the blonde smother their laughs. Elena just ignores me.

"Look we're just trying to enjoy ourselves." The blonde says.

"Of course you are." She says without looking at her. "You could use a good time." She says to Stefan "BUT I'd rather you do it with her." She says as she thrust me into his arms.

"Why?" We all ask in unison.

"Because I actually like her." She says and turns and walks off.

"No shit. I think I kinda like her too but you know, in the way that people like having a cold. I mean yeah, you're sick and all but at least you have an excuse to be lazy for the day. No work. No school. Hey, and soup. Who doesn't like soup" I say to myself mostly. I turn to look at them. "You guys feeling me?" I asks seriously. They look at me like I just told them I had herpes and I want to share. "Whatevs. Come on Stefy, lighten up. Have a drink." I say then quickly add "Of liquor of course." I add with a smile which causes him to smile.

"Of course." He says.

I offer him the bottle and he takes it, reluctantly I might add and takes a micro swig.

"There, you happy?" He says and tries to hand it back.

"Not at all. That was a toddler swallow, take a man gulp." I say and push it back to him. "Take a few man gulps."

"What the hell?" He says and takes the longest swig ever. When he finishes the bottle is noticeably lighter.

"There's a big boy." I say. I turn to the blonde who has been quiet so far. "Hi, I'm Marissa but you can call me Rissa."

"I'm Caroline. A friend of Stefan's and Elena's, at least I think. What are you?" She asks.

"Oh My God. If someone else asks me that so help me!" I say.

All of a sudden we hear a commotion and I turn to see Elena has a woman in uniform pinned against the wall. Out of nowhere Caroline is ripping off of the woman then Elena disappears and so does Caroline.

I look at Stephan. "What's going on?" I ask.

"I don't know but I gotta go handle this. Will you be alright?" He asks.

I can see in eyes that whatever is going on is very serious. "Yea sure, you go. I'll be fine. Look around. There's a party going on."

He smiles a smile that doesn't reach his eyes and then he disappears also.

I look around and people have started back partying so I take a few more swigs of my vodka and get back into the fray.

After a while, I finish off the bottle and am well into another. Me and one of the cheerleaders have traded clothing (don't ask me how THAT happened) and I am now dancing my heart out to One Directions What Makes You Beautiful.

I look around and see that Damon is back and he's not alone. He is talking to a very pretty blonde. 'Fucking A' I think to myself, what is this place? Every one is super hot, is this where models go to die?

I see him admiring a few cheerleaders before his eyes meet mine. His eyes widen a little then he smirks. He says something to the blonde then makes his way to me.

"I see you're having fun."

"Yes! Yes I am!" I say happily.

"I didn't know you were a cheerleader." He says.

"Just for tonight, sweetheart." I say with a wink and continue dancing.

"Where is Stephan and Elena?" He asks.

I fill him in on how Elena went postal on some lady cop and disappeared along with Stefan and Caroline. Before I can finish my story he disappears.

"Good Talk." I say to his now empty space and finish off my second bottle. I jump off the table. I dance until my feet hurt and then I grab the first guy I see and kiss the shit out of him. Not literally of course because that would have just been gross.

Sometime in the middle of the night, while I'm lying in bed, I hear my door open and somehow know it's Stefan. I pretend to be asleep as he walks toward the bed and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." He says before he gets up and walks out, closing the door behind him softly.

I open my eyes and stare into the dark.

I wish I could say that this is all just some dream. I wish I could say that somehow while I was hitch hiking that I was hit by a car and thrown into a coma and my mind was playing out some kind of weird vampire fantasy.

I wish these people were just a bunch of nuts but that would be too easy and my life has never been easy.

Why should I expect now would be any different.


I do not own any of the OC from The Vampire Diaries characters only Marissa and whoever else I may add.

I'm really trying to keep it interesting here

Thanks to anyone who reads this. YOU ARE AWESOME!