"Are you crazy?!" Stefan exclaimed. "You're joking right?"

Damon didn't answer that question.

"Why are you making such a great deal about it? He asked instead. "It's not as if I'm asking you to kill me."

"Technically, you are." Caroline said. "You are asking us to kill you. You have to die first, and you cannot undo death."

"Yeah right!" Damon said. "You're still alive! Death means that you stopped breathing, that your heart stopped beating, that you're in a coffin for the rest of eternity."

"And that's why you aren't ready to be turned." Stefan said.

"Yes, I am. Stop treating me like a child!" Damon didn't understand why they were so reluctant to turn him. He'll be just like Caroline, learn to control the cravings in just a minute.

"Well, You're acting like a child." Stefan said.

"No, I'm not. You know I'm right about everything!"

"Here, let me show you something." Caroline said.

She grabbed his hand, and Damon felt all the anger fading away.

"Feel this." She said.

She moved her hand to her chest.

"I don't feel anything." Damon answered. Confused about what she was trying to do.

"That's because I'm dead. My heart doesn't beat anymore. People believe that I'm dead, and they're right. They're holding a funeral in just a few days. I can't come out at daylight anymore, because people might see me. They'll start wondering, and whatever they do or say, no one can find out about our species."

Damon calmed down now. Of course people believed she was dead. People didn't believe in witchery anymore, so it was impossible for her to have survived that accident. But seeing her and Stefan in front of him, made it so hard for him to believe that they're dead. That vampires are no living creatures. Just the living dead.

"Okay," he said. "Apparently, I was wrong. But that still doesn't change the fact that I want to be turned, I want the rest of my live to be spend with you, Caroline. I want to help you in your fight against Elijah, but how can I do that if I'm a regular human?"

They didn't know how to answer that, so they quickly changed the subject.

"So, school starts again tomorrow?" Caroline asked.

"Yup."

Awkward silence.

"Are you going to my funeral next week?"

"I'll have to."

Another awkward silence.

"I think I'm going back home, before my parents do."

"See you here tomorrow, same time?"

Damon nodded and turned away.

By now, there were more people on the streets. When they saw Damon, they gave him strange looks, as if to ask him why he was on the streets, where he was going to, and where he came from. Damon just stared back at them, until they felt awkward and turned their faces away.

When he reached his house, he saw that his parents were already there.

"Where have you been?" His parents asked him suspiciously.

"I went to get some fresh air."

"In the woods?"

This caught him off guard. How did they know he was there. Did they follow him?

"You've been acting weird ever since Caroline died. You're not dealing drugs, are you?"

Damon didn't even answer that question. He just went to his room, and didn't come out until he had to go to school the next morning.

The seven hours of school went agonizingly slow. Apparently, based on the looks he received, everyone thought he was into drugs. There was even a rumor that drugs were found in the bathrooms, and an hour later the drug police was there. The only class they had visited was his. All the eyes turned towards Damon when they entered with the dogs, but instead of making their way to him, the dogs went straight for Matt. Everyone was shocked as Matt was arrested, but Damon couldn't help but laugh inwardly.

When the bell finally rang, Damon went to the school's library first. Not because he wanted to rent a book, but because he wanted most of the students gone when he left. Leaving for the woods immediately would have raised to much suspicion, as may people would have seen him go there.

After an hour, when he thought most people had already left, Damon slowly made his way to his car. He had trouble finding his keys, so he figured he left them somewhere in the building. He turned around to go back, but bumped against someone. Someone big. He had to look up to see who he was, but couldn't see anything because of the sun.

"I came to fulfill your wish." This man said witha British accent.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I don't have any wishes. You must have the wrong guy."

He walked around him, heading back to the school's building.

"No, you're exactly the one I need." Damon heard this man say.

He wanted to turn around, and ask him what he was talking about, but felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, before he could do or say something.

He fell on the floor, and his mind went black with pain, feeling how he was lifted from the ground, and placed in a small place, probably a trunk.

Engines started. He felt a movement. Definitely a trunk.