She gasped, opening her eyes. She panickly looked around and realized that she wasn't imprisoned anymore – she was free and with her family. A tear escaped her eye and fell on the bed. Her head fell back onto the pillow and she thought about what had happened yesterday. But, her thoughts drifted to the happenings of the 1950-s. She burried her face into her pillow and cried silently.

"What do you want?" She asked – Stefan was standing at the door, leaned onto the doorframe.

"You OK?" He asked. His sister was the most fragile creature he knew, and he and Damon always worried about her when they were kids.

"I'm fine. Go away." She mumbled through the pillow.

"We both know that's not true." He said, not approaching her. Unlike Damon, he always pushed her to tell him what was wrong. Alice sighed and lifted her head, not looking at her brother.

"I was just thinking about something. It's not a big deal." She said and dried away her tears. She then looked at Stefan, making a happy face. "I'm fine."

"Is it Klaus?" He asked.

"No, it's not... Klaus." She sighed. "Please, just... leave it." She said in a calm voice. Stefan sighed – she never told him anything. She never told him what was wrong.

"Fine. Um... I made coffee." He smiled and walked away. Alice then got up and walked to the bathroom.

She looked at her reflexion in the mirror. Her face was white – almost gray. That's from the lack of blood. She thought. Her bright blue eyes were sparkling in tears. Her long hair was really messy and had leaves and some blood in it – her blood. Of course, it wasn't noticable, because her hair was black. She sighed and took her white dress off. She walked into the shower cubicle and closed the door behind her. She brushed the dirt and blood out of her hair – the water was turning sickly brown and red.

When she was finished, she wrapped a towel around her body and walked back to her room. She opened the closet and looked. It was full of clothes, but she really didn't know what to pick. There were mostly dresses, although, to Alice they all seemed too... short. She finally picked a pretty knee-lenghth yellow dress and put it on. It was a perfect fit, although Alice was a very thin girl. She dryed her hair with a towel and looked herself in the mirror again. Now, she looked like herself. Although, she was still very pale. She walked out of her room and down the stairs to the kitchen. Elena was sitting at the counter, sipping her coffee. Damon was talking about something with Stefan.

"Morning." Elena said and smiled warmly. "Coffee?" She asked.

"Good morning. Uh, no thank you." She said and sat next to her. Damon joined them, sitting between them, kissing Elena on the cheek.

"Morning, sis." He grinned. "Sleep well?" Alice nodded. Stefan put a cup of tea in front of Alice.

"You OK?" He asked. Alice nodded again and put some honey in her tea.

The breakfast went peacefully. Stefan didn't ask anymore questions, but Damon seemed concerned. Later, Stefan went somewhere with Caroline and Elena joined Bonnie in bying a prom dress. Alice and Damon were now alone.

"OK, let's talk." Damon said, entering the living room where Alice was reading a book.

"About what?" She asked and looked at his eyes. There was concern in them. She sighed and closed the book. "What did Stefan tell you?"

"About everything." He said and sat next to her on the couch. He put an arm around her, hugging her. "You know you can tell me everything, right?"

"Not this." She said quietly. "I can't tell this to no one, not even you." Damon sighed.

"OK." He never pushed her. She would tell him eventually. Alice rested her head on his shoulder and sighed.

"What?" He asked.

"You're right." She whispered. "If I kept this for myself any longer, I would explode." She sighed again and started.

"It... happened in 1944. I just arrived at Mystic Falls, searching for the two of you..." And she told her long and sad story to her brother. The story of her imprisonment by the Gilbert family – by the Augustines, about her friendship with Enzo and about her escape in 1953.

"...They said that a new vampire arrived, and that they had to let one go – the weakest. They thought about letting Enzo go, but..." Then she teared up. "...he told them to free me. And they did. I couldn't do anything to help him."

Now she was crying. Damon just hugged her even tigher and let her cry. He was shocked. His own sister...

"Hey, It's OK. You're safe now." He comforted her. Alice soon calmed down. She endlessly loved her brothers, but she will always have a special connection with Damon.

"If only I was strong enough to help Enzo. But, I couldn't. I couldn't." She whispered. Damon smiled and kissed the top of her head.

"He got out." He said. Alice looked up at him.

"What? How do you know?" She asked.

"Because the new vampire was me." He said and his face suddenly changed. Memories came flooding back...