As Lucy led Selina down to the basement, Selina felt herself go cold. "What do you want from me?" she asked. "Do you want to make me scream too?"

Lucy paused and turned to face her. "Of course not; it's like I told Damon: you're as good as my own flesh and blood, so why would I want to hurt you?"

"Um, because I staked your father?" Selina guessed.

Lucy gave her a bitter smile. "You didn't do it on purpose, did you?"

Selina thought a moment. "Maybe a little. Like I said, I was angry and not thinking clearly."

"Exactly," Lucy nodded. "And because Matthew and my father had erased your memories of the good times we had together, you only remembered the bad ones."

"Yeah," Selina nodded. "That's about it."

"You said that before he turned you, my father was entertaining romantic notions about you and him. Why do you think that was?" Lucy asked.

Selina scoffed. "I don't have to guess. I know for a fact. See, like I said before, my sister wanted me out of the way, so she got me ill. But before she got me ill, she and her maid Emily went to your father's house when he was still loveable and trusting and messed with his mind so that he would believe he had romantic feelings for me and that I returned them."

"Wait," Lucy said. "Is that why he turned you? Because your sister messed with his brain to get him to believe the two of you could be romantically involved?"

"Yeah, it is," Selina told her. "I didn't tell you earlier because I didn't think you'd believe me." She paused and then went down the stairs the rest of the way, and when she reached the bottom, turned to face Lucy, holding out her arms away from her body. "You have the whole truth now. If you want to do away with me, go ahead."

"No," Lucy came down the stairs and stood next to her. "I don't want to do away with you at all, even if anyone else in my situation probably would."

"Why not?" Selina asked, putting her arms at her sides.

Lucy took a deep breath. "Because I loved your father. Almost as much as your mother did, probably. And now he's gone, so you're all I have left of him. If I killed you, I'd have nothing."

She smiled. "So, do you want to see the surprise now?" she asked, ushering Selina into the basement. The lights were off and everything was silent.

"Sure," Selina said. "What is it?"

Lucy laughed. "If I told you that, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?"

She turned on the lights and motioned grandly at Tyler, who was unconscious and slumped over in a corner, still tied up, and covered in blood. "Tah-dah!"

"Tyler!" Selina cried. "Oh, God. So you're the one who took him!"

"Of course," Lucy nodded. "You said that this was the guy who killed your father in cold blood."

"Yep, that's him." Selina's voice had gone steely and her eyes cold. "You do good work, you know that?" She reached over and took Lucy's hand. They gazed at Tyler together for a moment, their eyes gleaming as he began to stir. His eyes opened and he moaned. He looked at them for a moment, and when he recognized Selina, he grinned.

"Hey there beautiful," he said, groaning quietly. "Did you come for a threesome?"

At that moment, Selina snapped. She rushed Tyler, going for his neck, making blood gush everywhere and causing him to scream again. Then she began to drink. She drank deeply from him. Deeper then she'd allowed herself in a long time. When she finally pulled away, he was pale as marble and his breathing was shallow.

"Feel better?" Lucy asked as Selina pulled away, putting a hand gently on her shoulder.

"Yeah," Selina nodded. "You know, I really do." She laughed. "I haven't fed like that since your father changed me. I stopped because I was scared, but now I think it's time to start again."

Lucy grinned. "I'm proud of you. Let's go get a drink, and then cruise around and see who we can pick up." She kicked Tyler's barely-alive body. "I don't think I can take much more of him." She looked at Selina. "What do you think we should do with him?" she asked. "Wipe his memory then send him back home to Daddy?"

"Oh, no." Selina said. "That would be too generous of an end for him."

"What did you have in mind?" Lucy asked.

"I don't know," Selina shook her head. "But the possibilities are endless, really." She paused, then her face lit up as an idea occurred to her. "I know! Let's wipe his memory, then you can keep him here to do your bidding!"

"You want me to have him all to myself?" Lucy asked, surprised. "He wronged you too, you know."

"I know he did," Selina replied. "But I'm engaged, remember, and I don't think Damon would like it if I had another guy around the house, especially not Tyler."

"You have a point there," Lucy agreed. She looked down at Tyler's body with distaste. "All right. I'll keep him here. But I promise I won't be greedy with him."

Selina nodded. "That's very generous of you." She walked to the bottom of the stairwell and looked up at the door which was partly open. "I should probably be getting upstairs," she said. "They probably think you've killed me by now." She took the stairs two at a time, and when she reached the top, Damon, Stefan and Elena all stared at her. "You guys ready to go?" she asked. "I'll meet you at the car."

And before they could say anything, she made a run for it.

The ride back to the boarding house was silent and awkward. Stefan, Elena and Damon all wanted to know what had gone on between Selina and Lucy in the basement, but something told each of them to keep silent until Selina herself brought up the subject. But she didn't say anything for the rest of the day and finally, Damon brought it upon himself to ask as he and Selina were preparing for bed: "So," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "What happened in Lucy's basement? Did she hurt you? Is that why you've been so quiet ever since we got back?"

"No!" Selina burst out laughing. "Of course she didn't hurt me. Didn't you hear a word she said to you? In fact, she made me feel better than I have in years."

"How was that?" Damon asked.

"Well," Selina replied, giggling like a little girl, "you know how Tyler's been missing? It turned out Lucy took him and he's been tied up in her basement for a week!"

"Really?" Damon asked, beginning to feel a little apprehensive. "Why would Lucy want to take Tyler?"

Selina stopped laughing. "Why do you think? Because he killed my father! It sure as hell wasn't because she wanted to have a good time with him, that's for sure." She growled. "Did you know that when we found him downstairs, he thought Lucy had brought me so that we could have a threesome?" she shuddered. "It's amazing how even when badly wounded and tied to a post, Tyler is still the biggest jackass on the planet."

"Did Lucy bite him again?" Damon asked. "Was that the second scream we heard?"

"No," Selina shook her head. "That was after I bit him. He stopped moving after that."

"You killed Tyler?" Damon asked. He was really starting to be concerned now.

"No, silly." Selina shook her head. "I didn't kill him. I just fed off him till I nearly killed him. Then I stopped and let him go." She turned and looked at the time that was blinking on the alarm clock. "We should probably go to bed now, don't you think?" she said, turning away from him before he could say a word and tucking herself in.

Instead of getting into bed with her, he waited until she was asleep and left the room in search of Stefan. When he knocked on Stefan's bedroom door, Damon was relieved that it was answered right away.

"What's the matter?" Stefan asked.

"I think something's very wrong with Selina," Damon said. "That second scream we heard coming from Lucy's basement? That was Tyler after Selina fed on him."

"Selina fed on Tyler?" Stefan asked.

"Yeah," Damon said. "I quote: 'that was after I bit him. He stopped moving after that. I didn't kill him. I just fed on him until I nearly killed him. Then I stopped and let him go'."

"You're kidding," Stefan told him. "That's seriously what she said?"

"Yep," Damon nodded. "Every word. I bet she'd admit to it gladly if you asked her." He shook his head. "I don't like this. Lucy did something to her down in the basement, even if Selina says nothing happened."

"So Selina fed on Tyler. Doesn't surprise me," Stefan replied. "It's not like he didn't have it coming."

"But she nearly killed him, and that concerns me," Damon replied. "I'm going to sleep in another room tonight and just hope she's calmed down by morning."

The next morning after he'd woken up, Damon headed back to their bedroom to check on Selina. To his surprise, she was up already. He went downstairs and found her talking to someone on the phone.

"So," she was saying, "when do you want to meet? For drinks over lunch hour? Or was it happy hour at Ringgold's? Yeah, sounds good. I'll be there. Bye." She hung up the phone and turned to face Damon directly. "Good morning," she said. "I have a lunch date, so you're going to have to scrounge up something on your own today."

"Who were you talking to?" Damon asked.

"Nobody," Selina said evasively, turning away. "Just a friend."

"Would this friend happen to be named Lucy Stensrund?" Damon asked.

Selina turned around quickly. "And if she is, what are you going to do about it?" she asked dangerously.

"I'm going to forbid you to go," Damon replied. "You aren't leaving the house today."

"Oh yes, I am." Selina began striding toward the stairs. "And you can't stop me."

Fortunately for Selina, the sheriff called for Damon just before she was supposed to leave, so it was easy for her to sneak out undetected. She met Lucy at Ringgold's bar and grill just outside Mystic Falls. They ordered a daiquiri and a pina colada each, drinking them slowly, then ordering two more subsequent rounds. Despite the fact that they were more then a little tipsy, the bartender let them drive home on their own. After only a mile, they got caught in a speed trap and stopped by a police officer. He stood next to the car and motioned for them to open the window. "What seems to be the trouble, officer?" Selina asked.

"Well, darlin'" he told her, "you and your friend here were going over eighty in an area with a fifty-mile speed limit."

"No, we weren't," Lucy replied. "You must be imaging things."

"Oh, really?" he told her. "My clock never lies."

"Well officer," Selina said. "Is there anything we can do to tell you how sorry we are?"

"Well," the officer wrote a ticket down on his pad. "You can pay this fine." He paused. "Just one more question: have the two of you been drinking?"

"Just as much as anyone else this time of day," Lucy replied.

The officer gave a humorless chuckle. "You know, you're really funny," he told her. "But a sense of humor doesn't change the fact that the two of you are intoxicated and driving. I'm going to have to take you down to the station."

"Oh, I don't think so," Lucy said. She stepped out of the car, grabbed the officer before he could move, and then ripped out his throat. As blood streamed out of him and onto the highway, she had her fill, then handed him over to Selina, who finished him off. They threw the dead man's body in the trunk of their car and dumped it in a thicket far away from the road. Then, Lucy drove Selina back to the boarding house and wished her good day.

The next morning, the headline of the Mystic Falls paper read: Vampire Attack in Broad Daylight; Police Officer Dead.