1X05 You're Undead to Me

Dawn Ellis played by Dianna Agron

Nervously drumming her fingernails along the kitchen counter, Dawn sighed as Caroline continued to flick through the television guide. Absent-mindedly nibbling her lower lip, Dawn couldn't control her anxiety as one of her hands travelled down to cup her bump in an attempt to comfort herself.

All Dawn could think about the earthquake… Had she caused it? No, that wasn't possible, right? Although scientists claimed earthquakes were caused by vibrations on tectonic plates as they rubbed against each other, Dawn had always been told different. Her father had always told her that earthquakes were an act of God.

"Oh my god." Dawn heard Caroline murmur, her voice quiet as she placed the remote on the side and leaned back in the armchair.

Turning to see what was wrong, Dawn walked over and stood behind the couch, her breath hitching in her throat as she stared at the small television screen.

A rather made up blonde with a large chest was sitting in a studio with bad lighting. "Over 60 million have died due to the catastrophe earthquake only yesterday. Over a 90 million are in critical condition and many bodies are still to be recovered from under buildings." The woman spoke up, her eyes sad as pictures of the earthquake damage popped up on the screen.

A red banner ran across the bottom of the screen as bold white words panned across the strip. '60,000,000 dead, 90,000,000 in critical condition'.

"Scientists all over the world are certain this has been biggest earthquake in history. The earthquake has broken the Richter scale, meaning it was over 10, the highest possible recording." The woman continued as she glanced down at her papers.

"Updates worldwide will be posted all day. China, America, Australia, New Zealand Russia, Hawaii, Canada, France, Germany, Berlin, Spain and many more are still recovering from the earthquake and rescuing people from crushed buildings. While more poverty consumed countries such as Afghanistan, Brazil, Argentina, Chili, Algeria, Ghana, Zambia, Vietnam, Uganda, Syria and Nigeria are all reported to be struggling deeply." The woman spoke as Caroline gasped and covered her mouth in shock.

"Diseases are rumored to be spreading around rescue camps, water has been contaminated and millions are still trapped under buildings." The woman spoke as she frowned.

"Over to Dr. Mathew Stewart with some shocking news." The woman said as the camera flashed to a man who was standing outside Mystic Falls. Both Dawn and Caroline raised a brow at this.

Pushing his glasses up his nose, the scientist in a white lab-coat pulled a microphone to his mouth. "T-Thanks, Sarah. Now, scientists all over the world are confused to find that everywhere in the world had been affected dramatically by the earthquake, except a small town in Virginia: Mystic Falls."

"The small town was the only place in the world that experienced light shaking and had no permanent damage. Scientists are unaware why, but are investigating furthermore."

Squinting slightly, Damon moaned, his eyes flickering open as he tried to process where he was. He was in some sort of cell. Great, he was in the boarding house cell… At least the boarding house cell was much more welcoming in comparison to his old Augustine cell. As he rubbed his eyes, Damon scowled when his fingers came into view. His bare fingers… Where the hell was his daylight ring? God dammit Stefan…

Looking back up, Damon wasn't surprised to find Stefan stood at the door, looking at him through the bars.

"Where is my ring?" Damon's voice was hoarse as he absent-mindedly rubbed his aching throat. Although he wasn't sure how long he had been unconscious, Damon was hungry, and the vervain didn't help his strength… He was exhausted, but most of all, he was weak.

Shrugging, Stefan stared at his brother blankly. "Won't be needing it anymore."

Seeing his brother weak and pale struck Stefan's nerves as he tried not to frown. Damon's usually flawless skin had lost its glow, giving it an ill tinge. His brother was wasting away before his own eyes.

"How long have I been here?" Damon managed to ask.

Once again, Stefan shrugged. "Three days."

Damon noticeably winced as he ruffled his black hair down. "What are you doing?"

"During the dark ages when a vampire's actions threatened to expose or bring harm upon the entire race, they would face judgment. They sought to re-educate them rather than to punish them." Stefan thought back to Lexi as he spoke. He had been through vampire therapy with the blonde vampire, and it was not pleasant…

Scoffing, Damon narrowed his blue eyes. "You know what will happen if I don't...feed on blood."

Stefan nodded. "You'll grow weaker and weaker. Eventually you won't be able to move or speak. In a week your skin will desiccate, and you'll mummify. A living corpse. Unable to hurt anyone. Ever."

Growling under his breath, Damon shuffled forward slightly. "So what, you're just going to leave me in the basement, forever?" He spat, his eyes on his brother.

"I've injected you with enough vervain to keep you weak. Once your circulation stops, I'll move you to the family crypt, and then in 50 years, we can re-evaluate." Stefan replied simply.

Damon scoffed angrily. "I'm stronger than you think."

Stefan couldn't help but agree. "You always have been. But you're not stronger than the vervain. And we both know it. I'm sorry. Didn't have to be this way." A flash of sympathy flooded through Stefan as he stared at his older brother for a moment longer before walking up the stairs away from his brother.

Laying his head back down, Damon growled under his breath as he tried to save his strengths. He'd get out of there and when he did, he'd paint the town red with blood, starting with pretty little Elena.

Zach sat at the breakfast table, a newspaper in his hand as he read the ridiculous article about some hunter catching a 12-foot puma, mountain lion. The same mountain lion that had 'killed' Tanner. Shaking his head, Zach ground his teeth together before closing the newspaper and pushing it away from him. His hands were clenched as his knuckles turned an alarming white. Damon had killed yet another innocent and gotten away with it, just like he had with Gail. But at least this time they had Damon weak and locked in a cell.

Stefan and himself had already come up with a plan. They had injected Damon with enough vervain to keep him down and in a week's time, he wouldn't be able to move or speak, his skin would desiccate and he'd mummify. He'd become a living corpse. Stefan would then move him to the family Salvatore crypt and seal him inside. Although Zach wasn't sure if Stefan would actually go through with the plan. After all, Damon was his brother.

The older man was snapped out of his thoughts when Stefan walked into the kitchen, a rupsack on his back as he sighed. "He's awake. He's weak, but it's probably best to stay out of the basement. He's Damon. I'm not sure how dangerous he still might be." Stefan announced as Zach nodded.

Glancing at the black rupsack on his back, Zach frowned. "You're going to school?"

Stefan frowned. "Came here to live a life. It's about time I get back to that. And Elena, if she's still speaking to me."

Feeling sympathy run through him, Zach sighed. His uncle Stefan was a good man and deserved someone to be happy with, but being a vampire meant Stefan would have to constantly spin a web of lies to humans. And Zach knew his uncle well, Stefan hated lying.

"Why haven't you called her?" Zach asked, glancing briefly back at the paper which had a picture of a large, dead mountain lion on the cover.

Stefan shrugged and sighed, exhaustingly. "What am supposed to do, feed her another lie? I hate lying to her, Zach. I'm not good at it. She already thinks I'm hiding something."

Conflicted, Zach grabbed his mug of coffee by the handle and took a small sip. "What choice do you have? You came here because you wanted to live as normal a life as you could. You knew this was going to be a part of it."

Hugging a pillow to her chest, Dawn crossed her legs as Bonnie laid beside her, lazily flipping through a magazine as Caroline sat opposite the two on a desk chair. Currently, the three were lounging around Caroline's bedroom, talking every once a while and listening to music.

Caroline's gaze wandered to Dawn as her pale lips curled into a frown. Something was clearly on her best friend's mind, however, whenever Caroline would bring it up, the pregnant blonde would immediately dismiss the statement and insist she was fine. But Caroline didn't buy it. Something was clearly bothering Dawn and she'd get to the bottom of it, one way or another.

Part of Caroline was tempted to ask Bonnie or Elena for help. As much as Caroline didn't really like the evolving relationship between Dawn, Bonnie and Elena, at the end of the day, it was good for Dawn. Caroline's blonde best friend deserved more friends.

The cheerleader would never understand why Dawn didn't have many friends. Sure, Dawn was slightly unsocial and perhaps even a hermit, but she was kind, compassionate, selfless, funny and intelligent. And Caroline could most defiantly claim that having Dawn as a best friend was the equivalent of having three-hundred friends.

Although Caroline's jealousy was infusing and evolving, Caroline was happy for her friend. Despite the fact Dawn would never admit it, Caroline knew her best friend wanted more than one best friend. And quite frankly, Caroline couldn't blame her. Sure, Dawnie was the best thing in Caroline's life, but Dawn also needed other friends. After all, sometimes if you see someone way too much, you get sick of them. And the last thing Caroline wanted was to get sick of her best friend. Although Caroline didn't think it was remotely possible to get sick of Dawn.

Bonnie, who had noticed something was bothering Dawn, slowly moved her gaze from the photographed perfumes and towards Dawn. Dawn had confined in Bonnie about the strange happenings that seemed to be repeating in her life, and the brunette had understood. After all, similar things had been happening to Bonnie.

However, Dawn hadn't told Bonnie anything else. She hadn't informed Bonnie on the earthquake, after all, Dawn didn't know it was her who caused the earthquake. Things like that weren't remotely possible, right?

"Dawnie. You seem to be deep in thought, what you thinking about?" Bonnie asked, a gentle smile on her lips as her warm, brown orbs lit up.

Caroline tried not to frown at the affectionate nickname. Great, now Bonnie had stolen the nickname as well!

Jumping, Dawn looked up at Bonnie in shock. "Uh. N-Nothing important." Dawn mumbled as Caroline raised a skeptical brow but didn't comment on the matter. Dawn didn't do well under pressure.

Unsurely, Bonnie nodded.

After speaking with Elena, both herself and Elena had decided it would be best for Dawn to remain unidentified with the whole Damon situation. After all, Dawn had enough on her plate with her father kicking her out and her pregnancy, Elena and Bonnie didn't want to add to that.

But just because they weren't telling Dawn about Damon, didn't mean they wouldn't keep Damon away from her. Damon was clearly not right in the head. He was biting Caroline for god sake! And by biting, he wasn't giving her a little love bite, he was literally tearing into her flesh with his teeth and making her bleed. The older brother had some sort of creepy S&M fetish. Bonnie shivered at the thought. There was no way Elena or Bonnie would let him anywhere near Dawn.

Hopefully Elena's warning about Liz would keep Damon as far away from Caroline and Dawn as possible!

Clearing her throat, Dawn awkwardly stood up. "I, uh, need to pee. I think the baby is pressing down on my bladder." Dawn mumbled, blushing as she placed one hand on her belly. As Dawn walked to the bathroom, Bonnie glanced at Caroline.

As soon as the bathroom door shut, Caroline sighed.

"Are you okay? Is this about Damon?" Bonnie immediately quizzed. The usually cheerful blonde seemed… Glum.

Caroline shrugged. "It's just…" She trailed off.

The brunette motioned for Caroline to go on as she grabbed a candle from Caroline's bedside table and began rolling it around in her palm. Glancing down at the candle briefly, Bonnie couldn't help but think back to how she had lit those candles with her mind. What was happening to her?

"I remember the party. Damon came up behind me, and he was kissing my neck, or biting my neck. I passed out. It's like there's holes in my memory lately. It's just weird. Maybe I let him bite me." Caroline mumbled, running a hand through her blonde tresses.

Furrowing her brows together in confusion, Bonnie frowned and leaned forward. "Why would you do that?"

To be honest, Caroline wasn't even sure herself… Sighing, Caroline decided to ditch the subject. "Can we just not talk about it, ok? Don't want to talk about Damon. I don't want to talk about any of it, just want to go back to normal. What are you doing with that candle?"

Bonnie glanced down at the candle and put it back on the bedside table. As she placed the candle on the timber table, her brows raised when she noticed the amber jewel that was sat on Caroline's bedside table. The jewel was connected to a golden chain and looked pretty old.

"Um...nothing. What's this?"

As Caroline answered, the door swung open to reveal Dawn.

"False alarm." Dawn announced as she made her way back to the bed.

Noticing the jewel Bonnie was holding, Dawn raised a brow. "What's that?"

Caroline sighed, seeing no way out. The two wanted to know. "Damon gave it to me. Or he was going to give it to me. All I know is, it's mine now."

Dawn smiled. The necklace wasn't traditionally beautiful, but it had a great deal of charm to it. Dawn's heart stung and warmed up to the fact Damon had given Caroline a necklace. Part of Dawn admired Damon's sweetness. But the other part was jealous. Frowning to herself, Dawn tried to shake off the idea. He was with Caroline! And Dawn would never go behind Caroline's back like that. She owed everything to Caroline and Dawn wouldn't let some boy come between them.

"It's ugly." Bonnie replied, spinning the jewel in her hand.

"I think it's pretty. And it's a sweet gesture." Dawn piped up as Caroline smiled and pulled the jewel out of Bonnie's hand.

"Thank you, Dawnie. Now, Bonnie, get your grubby hands off it."

Clutching a great heap of flyers in her arms, Dawn passed out leaflets with Caroline in the school hallways. The cheerleader had organized a fundraiser for the school's sports equipment in memory of Tanner. After a lot of persuading, Caroline had finally dropped the idea of parachuting without a parachute for money and gone with a simpler and less dangerous idea: a car wash. The event would look good on Caroline's Miss Mystic Falls application and raise money for a good cause, plus Caroline wouldn't die! It was a win-win.

However, it seemed some of the cheer squad didn't share Caroline's enthusiasm. The large squad were all for parading around in their bikinis and grinding on cars, but when it came to handing out leaflets it was too much work! Caroline was practically carrying the whole event on her back. But at least Dawnie was helping her.

Shoving a flyer into the hands of some eighth grader, Caroline flipped her hair over her shoulder and gave her best friend a pleading look. "Please come, Dawnie. Plus, who wouldn't want you dripping wet and dirty dancing all over their car?" Caroline teased, wiggling her brows at Dawn while sending the blonde puppy dog eyes.

Dawn snorted. "Because there's nothing more attractive than a short, bloated pregnant woman with ginormous, growing feet." Dawn replied as Caroline scoffed.

Glancing down at Dawn's feet which were covered by a pair of pumps, Caroline scowled. "They're not that bad!"

"Caroline... I've gone up two sizes! Two!" Dawn moaned, holding up two fingers as Caroline snorted. Seeing a tall girl coming her way, Dawn held a leaflet out to her.

Instead of taking the leaflet, the girl slammed her shoulder into Dawn's, blanking the blonde entirely. Noticing this, Caroline seethed. "Hey, girl with the terrible dye job, watch where your walking and take the damn leaflet." Fire was in Caroline's eyes as the blue haired girl turned around, grabbed a leaflet and scuttled away, all her previous attitude gone.

Dawn blushed. "Care, that was mean." She scolded.

"What was mean was her hair. Walking around like that, eugh." Caroline jibed as Dawn lightly elbowed her. "Care!"

The cheerleader sighed. "She bumped into you, what if she knocked you over or hurt the baby! Plus, no one treats my best friend like that." Caroline replied, pointing a finger at Dawn.

Unable to hide the smile from her face, Dawn leaned in. "Thanks, Care." With those words, Dawn pressed a kiss to Caroline's cheek. "It's okay, Dawnie." Caroline responded before her eyes landed on Stefan, who was on the opposite side of the corridor.

"Ooh! There's Stefan. I need to ask him about Damon. He isn't answering my calls or texts."

Dawn's brows furrowed in concern. "Do you think he's okay?!"

Caroline turned back to her concerned friend. "I'm sure he's fine, Dawnie. Don't worry. We can just ask Stefan." Caroline replied before leading Dawn to Stefan, who was currently talking to Elena.

"Stefan, where is Damon? He has some serious apologizing to do."

"He's gone, Caroline." Stefan's eyes were cold as he replied to Caroline.

Dawn gasped, covering her mouth. She hoped he was okay. Stefan made it sound like he was dead, or something. "Is he okay?!"

Concern and worry seeped through Dawn's words as Stefan's eyes softened. Wincing, Stefan shook his head. "He's fine, Dawn, don't worry." Stefan faintly smiled, hoping to comfort Dawn.

Nodding, Dawn nibbled on her fingernails, a nervous habit of hers, as Caroline frowned. "When is he coming back?"

"He's not coming back. I'm sorry."

A feeling of numbness spread through Dawn's veins as her eyes watered. Blinking away the tears, Dawn nodded. "E-E-Excuse me."

Approaching the cell that contained a rather weak Damon, Zach's gaze was hard as he glanced through the bars. Damon looked even weaker than he had when Zach and Stefan had lifted him into the cell. Damon's skin had a gray tinge to it, his eyes were red from hunger, the veins beneath his eyes were prominent and his fangs were out. Clearly Zach's footsteps had given Damon hope for a snack.

"I'm full of vervain. I've been putting it in my coffee for 16 years. My blood will only make you worse, Damon." Zach mentioned, his dark eyes narrowed at the weak vampire.

Allowing his fangs to slip back into his gums, Damon groaned and looked up at his great-great-great-whatever nephew. "So it was your vervain. Good for you. Good for you. Family only runs so deep." Damon croaked out.

Scoffing, Zach allowed venom to drip from his words. "We're not family, Damon. Only in the most dysfunctional sense. In fact, I avoided having a living, breathing, loving family because of you."

Gail… Sarah… If it wasn't for Damon, Zach would have had a normal life. A life worth living. But instead of having a loving wife who he'd wake up with a cooked breakfast, Zach woke up alone in a cold bed. Instead of receiving a father's day card and a macaroni necklace from his daughter on father's day, Zach woke up on the day, reminded of what he had been deprived of.

"I don't guess I could talk you into bringing me a rabbit or something? I'd settle for Stefan's diet at this point." Damon teased, looking up as Zach scoffed.

Taking a step forward, Zach tried to keep his temper in check. "You know I can't do that."

"You succeeded, Zach. I'm shutting down. You're like your grandfather. He didn't like it when I came to visit, either." Damon sneered, trying to get Zach close enough so he could grab him by the throat.

Just like Damon wanted, Zach took a step forward. "But you don't visit, Damon. You appear, unannounced, reminding me that this isn't my house; that you're just permitting me to live here."

"Someone had to mow the lawn." Damon teased.

As if Damon had ever mowed the lawn. Damon didn't even know how to work a lawn mower! Zach rolled his eyes and took another step-forward. "I came to say good-bye, Damon."

The human was pressing up against the bars, giving Damon the perfect opportunity for freedom. Before Zach could say anything else, Damon used all his strength to speed to the door and grab Zach's puny throat. Applying a large amount of pressure to Zach's throat, Damon growled.

"Unlock it. Unlock the door, Zach."

As Zach choked for breath and tried to get Damon's hands off his neck, the human kicked with all his might. Due to the fact Zach had digested vervain, he could not be compelled, therefore Damon had to use force.

Before Zach could give in, Saint Stefan pulled Zach from his grip. As Zach leaned against the wall, panting for breath, Stefan narrowed his eyes at Damon.

"Keep it up, Damon. The more energy you expend, the faster you'll go."

With a frown on her features, Elena sighed as Matt gave her advice. This was what it had come to… Getting relationship advice from the ex-boyfriend she had dumped... Stefan was late for the date, and not five minutes late, not even ten minutes. Stefan was an hour late! He hadn't even texted her. Elena hoped he was okay. But she also hoped she hadn't been date-ditched. The doppelgänger really liked Stefan and the thought of him ditching her, made her heart ache.

"Talk to who? I'm so sorry that I'm late."

Jumping, both Elena and Matt turned to find Stefan.

Furrowing her brows worriedly, Elena frowned. "What happened?"

"I got held up." Stefan replied. The vampire could hardly say his uncle was being strangled by his vampire brother, who was beginning to desiccate and starve.

Taking a step forward, Elena rubbed her arms. "Is everything ok?"

Stefan shrugged. "There was this thing with my uncle."

Frowning, Elena sighed. "And you couldn't call and tell me that you were going to be an hour late?"

Clearing his throat, Matt stood awkwardly between the two. "Ok. You two have fun."

After giving Stefan an encouraging nod, Matt sent Elena a smile before walking away. Once the blonde football player had walked away, Stefan turned back to Elena.

With a frown on his features, Stefan frowned guiltily. "I'm really sorry. It was unavoidable."

"What was unavoidable?" When Stefan didn't reply, Elena sighed. "Ok."

When Stefan didn't reply, Elena turned to leave.

"Oh, uh, Elena, please..."

Snapping back round, Elena's eyes watered. "No, Stefan, don't you get it? Every question gets a vague non-answer. What is so awful that you're afraid to tell me?"

Before Stefan could reply, a sixty-year-old, dark skinned man approached him. Narrowing his eyes in concentration, the man pointed at Stefan.

"I know you. My God."

Despite the panic that pulsed through his veins, Stefan acted confused as Elena glanced between the two. "I'm sorry?"

The man rubbed his gray beard as he tried to remember where he had seen the man. "I know you. How can it be?"

"I think you have the wrong person, sir."

That was when it hit the older man: early June, 1953. How could that be possible. Staring at Stefan in amazement, the older man took a step forward. "You haven't aged a day."

"I'm sorry. Excuse me." Stefan mumbled before gently pushing Elena towards the door. "Hey, can we... Can I take you home and we can talk about it? Is that ok?"

Elena frowned and dug her heels in the ground, stopping Stefan from pulling her along. Whirling around to see why she had stopped, Stefan frowned.

But Elena didn't give him a chance to talk as she frowned. "Wait, what was that?"

"I-I don't know. Uh, nothing."

Sighing, Elena frowned. "Right, nothing. Ok, um...I gotta go, Stefan. Excuse me." Without another word, Elena gently pushed past Stefan and left, leaving Stefan behind.

As Dawn sprawled across Caroline's bed, the blonde wiped her eyes as her thoughts overloaded. Damon was gone. He had left. The thought made Dawn want to curl up in a ball and cry. As stupid as it sounded, Dawn had felt like Damon had understood her, like he was her friend. However, he had just gotten up and left. But it didn't matter, everyone left her; she should have been used to it.

Maybe she was overreacting, but she had liked Damon. Perhaps had a crush on him, and she had never felt like that with anyone before. And now that he had left… She felt empty.

He wasn't her boyfriend, he was Caroline's! Why was she getting so upset? He didn't care about her, if he had cared about her, he wouldn't have left.

Running her fingers across the bloated bump, Dawn sniffed. "Y-You won't leave me, will you?" Dawn quietly asked, sniffling.

Clearing his throat, Gabriel adjusted his white collar before walking into the room, his head held high as he met Sheriff Elizabeth Forbes' and Logan Fells' gazes. Taking a seat opposite the two, Gabriel frowned.

"Any news on the demons?" Gabriel dreaded the answer. Why would God send demons to his town? Then it hit him, his daughter's sins.

As a child, Dawn had been a sweet little thing, Gabriel didn't know where it went wrong. Dawn had attended every church service, read her versus in ceremonies, completed her homework, reached over expectation with grades and had never done a bad thing in her life. Perhaps it was the demons who had sent the deceitful lies that had dripped from her mouth, that would make sense. Maybe the demons had tarnished his daughter's innocence. It would explain a lot, for Gabriel couldn't see where his daughter went wrong.

"We went over the entire west side of the lake. All the caverns by the falls were clean, no signs of habitat." Liz sighed as Gabriel's youthful features hardened.

"Then they're staying in town." Logan realized.

The Sheriff nodded. "We canvassed all abandoned buildings and warehouses."

Gabriel frowned. "There has to be a private residence."

Rolling her eyes, Liz scowled. It was easier said than done. "And that much harder to locate, if not impossible. These creatures are smart. They know how to go undetected."

The youngest man in the room quickly cut in. "Well, someone who only comes out at night should eventually become obvious."

"What of the watch?" Gabriel asked. The Gilbert's had an ancient invention that tracked down demons. They needed that watch. The invention from Jonathan Gilbert would have been much more reachable if Miranda and Grayson were still alive.

"I'm working on it."

"I knew the Gilberts. That watch is passed down to the men in the family. I'd start with Jeremy."

Gabriel stood and eyed the two. "Very well, I assume we are finished here. Be careful out there, Sherrif, Logan. Because your enemy, the devil, walks around like a roaring lion, looking for any he may devour. Peter 5:1."

As Caroline ranted to Tiki about her one-piece swimsuit, Dawn laid on the bed, her mind blank as her hair spread across the cushion like a wildfire. As Caroline continued to insult the dark-skinned, rather mean girl through the phone, Dawn ran her fingertips along the smooth, bulging flesh of her bump.

It felt so unreal that a baby lied beneath the frail flesh of her belly. Although it was said to be natural, Dawn was still processing the fact she'd have to get used to looking after a fragile, new human. It was almost like her mind was trying to block it out, it was trying to get back to her normal life. Well, normal-ish life back.

Stroking the bump with her fingertips, Dawn couldn't help but let a small smile on her features. She was fourteen weeks pregnant, and apparently, fourteen weeks was a big development as her baby was now able to squint, frown, grimace, pee and possibly suck their thumb. Due to brain impulses, her baby's facial muscles were getting a workout as tiny facial features form one expression after another. The little baby in her stomach was now stretching out, from head to bottom, the baby would measure around 3 ½ inches- the size of a lemon and weighed around 1 ½ ounces. While her baby continued to grow, the body of her baby was growing faster than their head, which now sits upon a more distinct neck. By the end of the week, her baby's arms will have grown to a length that's in proportion to the rest of its body. However, the baby's legs still had some lengthening to do.

But this wasn't the only thing changing in her pregnancy, Dawn's energy was returning, ever so slightly and her breasts were feeling less tender. However, Dawn's frequent nausea didn't seem to be decreasing.

Dawn found it strange that she'd be able to find out the sex of the baby in two weeks. Although you could find the baby's sex out after 13 weeks, Dawn found herself unable to fit in with any appointments, so she had to find out at 15 weeks, not that it mattered. Two weeks would fly by.

Although part of Dawn was conflicted if to find out the sex. While Caroline wanted to find out what sex the baby was, Liz suggested keeping it as a surprise. Dawn wasn't sure if she should find or not. After all, Caroline had made a list of all the benefits of finding out and the benefits of waiting.

Caroline had drawn up the list with a sparkly pen and highlighted all the reasons for finding out, while writing small with a black pen for the benefits of waiting. Clearly Dawn's best friend wanted to find out the sex.

Both had many valid points. Apparently, most women found they felt a deeper bond with the baby once they found out the sex and could picture a little boy or girl. Also, she would be able to narrow her list of baby names and could pick out gender-specific baby clothes and gear.

But then again, Dawn didn't feel the baby's sex was a big deal, after all, she'd love her baby no matter what. And then it would be a delightful surprise when she gave birth for Liz, Caroline and herself. Dawn was truly disputed.

Groaning to herself, Dawn continued to rub her bump as she glanced at Caroline, who was not holding back the insults that were directed at Tiki.

Caroline had read that Dawn should find a prenatal exercise class and hadn't stopped pestering Dawn with the idea. Apparently it was a good idea, but Dawn really didn't fancy excising. She was on her feet working constantly and just wanted to sleep. Caroline had suggested prenatal yoga, pilaties, a walking group or a dance class designed for pregnant women. However, the thought of doing sport made Dawn want to bang her head against a brick wall, over and over and over again.

Although Care had offered to attend the classes with her, Dawn wasn't convinced. She'd think about it though.

"Dawnie… Dawnie… Caroline…" Shooting up from the bed, Dawn jumped as her eyes scanned the room.

Damon?

"No, Tiki, do not do the one-piece, ok? I've seen it on you. Trust me. Yeah, but you're going for stripper pole vibe this year." Caroline ranted, placing a hand on her hip as she began brushing her hair in the mirror.

"Dawnie…"

"Caroline…"

"Yeah, maybe we should wash the cars in slow motion. No."

"Dawnie."

"Caaaww!"

Turning to the window, Dawn bit her lip when she noticed the crow. Dawn immediately was drawn to the beautiful bird. It could have been the one from the cemetery, Dawn couldn't be entirely sure. Gradually, Dawn began to stroke the feathers of the wild animal as Caroline's eyes widened.

"What? Oh, um, no, sorry. Um, so I'll just see you tomorrow. Two-piece. Ok, bye."

Caroline immediately hung up the phone and tried to scare it away. "Shoo, shoo! Shoo! God!"

As the crow ignored the cheerleader and continued to bury its head in Dawn's hand, Dawn stroked its head feathers "Caroline! Don't be so mean. He's a pretty little birdy, isn't he?"

Gazing up at the ceiling of the cell, Damon's eyes fluttered open when he heard Stefan's approaching footsteps. If his brother was trying to be discreet, he was failing greatly. Stefan's big feet were making more noise than the earthquake yesterday!

"I bet you're feeling pretty good about yourself, aren't you?"

His brother simply frowned. "Not particularly."

Damon scoffed. "You won. You got the bad guy. Now nothing will happen to sweet Dawnie. Nothing will come between you and Elena. Except the truth. The lies will catch up to you, Stefan. As long as you keep lying to yourself about what you are." Damon spat.

Stefan tensed. "The beauty of you in there and me out here...is that I can walk away."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"… No…"

"Please?

"No."

Groaning, Caroline jutted out her lower lip as she sent Dawn her best puppy dog eyes. Currently, the cheerleader was trying to convince Dawn to get a bikini or swimsuit on and help out at the car-wash. Apparently one of Caroline's cheerleaders had dropped out sick with chicken pox, and the cheerleader was getting no sympathy from Caroline!

"Dawnie… You'd only have to wear a swimsuit, or even a shirt and shorts. Please!" Caroline begged as Dawn frowned.

The blonde had never felt comfortable wearing a swimsuit or bikini and now that she was pregnant… Even more so. It also wouldn't help that she would have been surrounded by tall, tanned cheerleaders, most which who were more legs than brain cells.

"Care. You know I wouldn't, uh, feel comfortable." Dawn mumbled tensely as she played with the sleeves of her cardigan.

Sighing, Caroline grabbed her friend's hand. "How about you operate the cash register then?" Caroline suggested as Dawn shifted uncomfortably.

Nibbling her lower lip, Dawn let out a small sigh. "Fine, but I'm not wearing a bikini or swimsuit. And I'm doing this for you, okay?" Dawn made clear as Caroline squealed with glee.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

With a firm expression on her features, Caroline narrowed her eyes as she pointed at the group of shirtless men and bikini clad girls that were surrounding her. While the rest of the girls, including Elena, Bonnie and Caroline, were wearing skimpy bikini's and swimsuits, Dawn was wearing a pair of high wasted denim shorts and a maroon tank-top. Dawn had never felt so uncomfortable in her life.

At first, Dawn had been wearing a modest dress and a thick jumper, but Caroline had scolded her, claiming it was hot outside and not sexy enough. So Dawn had been wrestled into a pair of denim shorts that were way too tight and could burst any moment, and a tank-top that showed way too much cleavage and was tight around her bump. The shorts also showed a lot of leg…

Just by her body language, it was clear Dawn was uncomfortable. Spinning to face Dawn, Elena gave her a comforting smile. "You look pretty, Dawn." Elena whispered as Caroline continued to act like Martin Luther King with her speech about the 'sexy suds car wash'.

Dawn blushed and nervously pulled the clingy tank-top away from her bump. "I-I don't know… Caroline made me wear it and…" The blonde babbled.

Giving Dawn a reassuring smile, Elena grabbed her hand. "You look fine."

Pulling her hand away from Elena, Dawn tried not to wince as she turned back to Caroline.

"No friend discounts. No freebies. No pay-ya-laters. We are not running a charity here. No, we are not." Caroline chorused, her eyes scanning over the shirtless torso's before flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder.

Elena nodded in agreement as Stefan approached. "No we are not."

Glancing at the boy whom she had made up with after he had cooked her a romantic meal, Elena smiled. "Hi." Stefan greeted awkwardly as Elena flushed.

"Hey!"

As Dawn shuffled on her feet, Stefan turned to face her. "Hey, Dawn." Stefan greeted as the blonde weekly smiled.

"Hi… Any news from, uh, Damon?" Dawn asked nervously as Stefan frowned.

Damon didn't deserve a girl as sweet as Dawn worried about him "No, sorry."

Nodding uncomfortably, Dawn's lips formed into an 'O'. "Oh, okay… Well, if you hear anything…" Dawn trailed off sadly as Elena frowned.

"I'm sure he's fine, Dawn." Elena smiled brightly, trying to cover the annoyance that Dawn had mentioned Damon. Elena wasn't mad at the pregnant blonde; she was mad at the fact Damon had managed to charm sweet Dawn … Dawn and Caroline deserved much better than Damon.

"Yeah." Stefan agreed as Caroline's head snapped over to the three.

Noticing that Stefan and Elena were both wearing shirts, Caroline narrowed her eyes and pointed a finger at them. "The event is called sexy suds, you know."

Blinking, Stefan turned to Elena. "Did we just get scolded?"

Dawn giggled.

"And judged, yeah." Elena replied.

"Wow."

Shaking her head, Elena smiled. "I'm sorry, but I guess you're going to have to take that off."

Letting out a chuckle, Stefan pointed at her own vest-top. "I think you have to go first." Stefan replied innocently, fluttering his lashes as Elena snorted.

"Ok."

As Dawn wandered off to talk to Bonnie and Mat, who were both stood nearby, Elena began to take off her shirt. As she pulled off her shirt, the brunette scowled when it got stuck on her head and tangled up in her hair. Laughing, Stefan helped her pull the shirt off her head.

"Ok, um-sorry, So not sexy. Ugh." Elena moaned with flushed, embarrassed cheeks.

"I disagree"

Shaking his head, Stefan pulled his own shirt off.

Eyeing his toned torso, Elena grinned before the two met in the middle with their lips.

Bonnie, Dawn and Matt all stood near the customers' cars as Matt gazed longingly at Elena as she kissed Stefan. Following his gaze, Bonnie rolled her eyes and pushed lightly on his chest.

Waggling her finger in his face, Bonnie scolded him. "Uh-uh, no. None of that tortured pining stuff."

Meeting her eyes, Matt innocently fluttered his lashes. "I'm just observing." He protested as a car pulled up.

"It, uh, won't help." Dawn mumbled as Matt sighed.

"I know…"

Pointing at the P.O.S car, Bonnie turned to Tiki; a tall and slender, dark-skinned girl with long brown hair and big brown eyes. Although the girl was pretty, she was very rude, which immediately put Dawn off.

"Oh. Tiki. This one's yours."

The man got out the car and handed Dawn the keys who smiled at him. "Thank you."

Groaning, Tiki eyed the car in disgust. "Why do I always get the homely ones? Just to be clear, your car's a P.O.S. I mean, we can wash it, but it's still a P.O.S."

Granted, the car wasn't the nicest and was a little rusty, but there was no need to be rude. And anyways, cars took a long time to save up for, Tiki probably didn't even have a car…

"There's no need to be rude." Dawn mumbled as the man walked away in embarrassment.

Snapping her head to Dawn, Tiki narrowed her brown orbs. "Excuse me?"

As adrenaline rushed through her veins, Dawn's fight or flight instinct cut in. Beyond conflicted, Dawn was hesitant to say anything to the mean girl, but then again, Dawn felt for the man.

"I-I-I said you don't have to be so rude." Dawn stuttered as Bonnie took a step forward, ready to back the blonde up. Dawn was glad Bonnie had her back.

"S-S-S-Shut up, preggers." Tiki mocked. Flushing in embarrassment, Dawn blinked away her tears as her hands found her bump.

Nodding, Bonnie frowned. "Hey! Leave her alone! She's right, there's no need to be so rude and mean!" Bonnie snapped, fire running through her vein as she grabbed Dawn's hand in encouragement.

Bonnie gritted her teeth as she felt an urge of loyalty flood throughout her. The brunette had never been one for confrontation, she was usually the peacekeeper, but when Tiki insulted Dawn… It was almost like she was obliged to protect her. And when Tiki insulted her, it was like Bonnie had been insulted by a worse enemy or something.

Instead of jumping away from the contact, Dawn let her hand stayed interlocked with Bonnie's. Bonnie, who was glaring at Tiki, felt an uncontrollable urge of power rush through her. Both of the girls felt like they were on cloud nine.

"Rude is uglying' up the road with that junk." Tiki scoffed, turning back to the girls.

Grabbing the switched off the hose from the bucket, Dawn and Bonnie watched, their hands interlocked as power pulsed between them. Before the two knew it, the hose was going at an unnatural force as the ground moved from underneath her, tripping her over. As the hose sprayed her in the face, Dawn let go of Bonnie's hand and covered her mouth in shock.

As soon as their hands disconnected, the water stopped.

"Whoa! What the hell?" The now soaked girl exclaimed, wiping the water from her eyes as Matt chuckled and passed her a towel.

"Wet and wild, Tik."

Dawn and Bonnie met each other's gazes. What was happening to them?

With the microphone by his mouth, Logan Fell smiled charmingly into the camera from behind the car wash, making sure the camera purposely caught the girls in bikini's. As the man filmed, he failed to notice his ex-girlfriend approaching.

"All proceeds are going to the school's athletic department still healing from the tragic death of their football coach William Tanner. The citizens of Mystic Falls coming together in support of one of their own. Cut it."

With a smile on her pale features, Jenna Sommers shook her head. "Classy."

Passing the microphone to the camera man, Logan turned back to his ex. Jenna Sommers was one of a kind. The twenty-nine-year-old was a pretty woman with a pale complexion, hazel eyes and strawberry-blonde hair.

"Thank you." Logan replied.

Snoring, Jenna glanced behind her wear the shirtless boys and bikini clad girls were cleaning cars. "But you're still going to video the girls in bikinis, right?"

Logan chuckled. "Well, 53% of Americans watch the news with the sound off."

Smiling, Jenna ran a hand through her bright red locks. "Thank you for dinner. I had a nice time."

"Do you remember the last time we were in the school parking lot?" Logan raised a suggestive eyebrow as he winked.

"Nope. Doesn't ring a bell." Jenna teased.

Furrowing his brows together, Logan took a step-forward. "Really?"

"Nada. Especially not having sex in the minivan." Jenna grinned as Logan laughed.

Shaking his head, Logan smirked. "That was a good day." Noticing the pointed look Jenna was sending him, Logan raised a brow. "What?"

Leaning over the car, Elena pressed the sponge against the car as she glanced at Stefan, who was also scrubbing the car. Much to Caroline's dismay, Elena had put her tank-top back on, but Stefan was still shirtless. This meant Elena was able to gawk at his athletic figure.

Noticing the stone in Stefan's ring was getting soap in it, Elena frowned. Placing her sponge back down on the car bonnet, Elena pointed at the ring. "You're getting soap in that."

Pausing for a moment, Stefan glanced down to see his daylight ring was a little soapy. However, a soapy ring was better than being burnt alive in front of Elena.

Shaking his head, Stefan sent Elena a strained smile. "Oh, it's fine."

Nodding unsurely, Elena continued to eye the beautiful blue ring. "I noticed that Damon has one, too. Is there a story behind it?"

"Yeah, it's the family crest from the Italian Renaissance."

Elena raised a brow at this, 'Italian'. Well, that explained Stefan's amazing cooking! "Hmm. What's the stone?"

"It's called lapis lazuli."

Worried the ring was worth a lot of money and could be ruined, Elena glanced at her bag. "Oh. You should really take it off. I could put it in my bag." Elena suggested, giving him a smile as he frowned.

Glancing down at the ring, Stefan scowled. "No, it's...it's fine, really. Thanks, though."

Nodding unsurely, Elena bit her lower lip. "Ok. I'm gonna get some towels."

"Okay."

Walking away from Stefan, Elena got Caroline's attention who was chatting away with Dawn at the cash register. "Hey, we're out of towels and those shimmy things." Elena said as Caroline turned to face her.

Giving her a smile, Dawn shyly wave. "Hey."

"Hey, Dawn." Elena greeted as Caroline scowled but tried keep a straight face.

"I'll go get some more. Mind the money." Caroline insisted before hurrying away.

As she got inside the school building, Caroline no longer had to fight the frown of her features. Looking for the 'shimmy things', Caroline opened the office door, but stopped as she saw a shadow.

Gasping, Caroline jumped back.

"Caroline. Caroline, help me. Caroline. Help me. Help me."

Damon?

"Caroline? You okay?"

Jumping around, Caroline placed a hand over her heart when she saw Dawn standing behind her. "Dawn! You scared the life out of me."

Now alone, Elena sat at the cash register as she watched Dawn waddle with her swollen feet after Caroline. Shaking her head, Elena frowned. Dawn kept asking for updates on Damon, and it made her heart sting. Poor Dawn had fallen into Damon's trap. But if Dawn knew what Damon had done to Caroline…

Looking up, Elena's eyes landed on the man from the grill. Handing him his car keys back, Elena smiled politely. "That'll be $20. I saw you last night. You were talking to a friend of mine. At the grill?"

The old man was confused for a moment before he nodded. "Well, I... I thought it was somebody I knew."

Elena nodded, encouraging him. "Stefan Salvatore."

The old man was clearly confused as he ran a hand across his whiskered cheeks. "Nah, it can't be. It's just my mind playing tricks on me." He replied, his words slow as he tried to take seeing Stefan in.

"Where do you think you'd seen him before?"

Meeting Elena's eyes, the old man frowned. "When I first moved here, I stayed at the Salvatore boarding house."

Not sure when that was, Elena brushed it off. He could have seen Stefan as a child. She was overacting "Oh."

"Stefan was just passing through to visit his uncle. I mean, none of us knew he was even here until the attack."

Furrowing her brows together, Elena stared up at the man. "The attack?"

The Oldman nodded. "His uncle got killed. Mauled by an animal in the woods."

"His uncle? Zach?"

This time the man shook his head. "Mm-mmm. Joseph."

With her lips parted, Elena wasn't sure what to say. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't think I'm familiar with the story."

"Oh, how could you? I mean, this happened years ago."

Before Elena could ask anymore, Tiki came up and gently pushed him. "Grandpa, you gotta go. Mom wants you home. Ok?"

The older man nodded as Tiki turned to Elena. "He wasn't bugging you, was he? He's a little alzy-heimer."

Ignoring the brunette's cruel words, Elena smiled. "No, he was sweet-" Elena paused and turned back to the man. "-Hey, sir, I'm sorry. Um, are you sure that the man that you saw, that you knew, his name was Stefan Salvatore?" Elena asked.

The old man nodded. "Yes. I remember his ring and his brother—" Unable to think of Stefan's brother's name, he rubbed his whiskers in an attempt to remember.

"Damon?" Elena suggested as the man nodded.

"Yeah. Stefan and Damon Salvatore."

Nibbling her lip, Elena nodded. "When was this?"

Thinking for a minute, the old man smiled. "It was early June, 1953. Yeah. June, 1953."

As Elena walked over to Stefan, she couldn't help but eye him warily. How was that possible? How could he have been in 1953 and be a teenager in 2010? It wasn't remotely possible. If the old man was correct, Stefan should have been in his early sixties, perhaps even late seventies. Maybe he was getting confused, it could have been someone who looked a little similar to Stefan right?

"Caroline finally freed you, huh?" Stefan's voice was playful as Elena jumped. Elena had no idea where Caroline or Dawn was.

Trying not to be obvious, Elena nodded. "Uh, I don't know where she went. She abandoned me. Hey, I realized earlier, I had no idea that your family was from Italy."

It could have been a coincidence. It was said that at least 10 people in the world looked like you. But then again, a person from the same family and town was very unlikely…

"No? Last name Salvatore didn't do it for you?" Stefan chuckled.

Elena nodded. "Right. Duh. Are there any other Salvatore's in Mystic Falls?"

"My uncle Zach." Stefan replied instantly as Elena nodded.

"Where did everyone else go?" Elena asked curiously, hoping she didn't sound too obvious.

"Kinda' just spread out."

"Hmm"

Looking up, Stefan's eyebrows furrowed. "Why?"

Elena flushed. "I'm just trying to learn more about you."

"Hmm."

Before Elena could reply, the two were thankfully interrupted by a confused Dawn. "Have you guys seen Care? She was right behind me then started muttering about a cell and ran off. And… Well... I was never a fast runner, and most defiantly aren't one now." Dawn blushed, her cheeks flushed as she panted.

Handing Dawn a bottle of water, Elena smiled. "I'm sure she's fine. But you need to sit down and drink. It's really warm too."

As Vicki dragged Jeremy through the cemetery, the teen furrowed his brows together as the thick smell of weed clogged his nose up. Looking around, Jeremy couldn't see anyone.

"Where are you taking me?" He asked curiously.

Vicki just smiled. "We can't hide out in your room all the time. Welcome to my other favorite party place."

"What, a cemetery?" Jeremy scoffed.

"Yeah. It's cool, huh?"

Before Jeremy could reply, she tugged him round a corner as an old tomb came into vision. A group of stoners who Jeremy didn't recognize were sat on the steps of the tomb. Around them was a stereo, a couple of lighters, a keg of beer and drugs.

"Yo, Vick!" A drug-addict named Jared greeted.

Vicki grinned, pulling Jeremy to them by the hand. "What's up, Jared?"

"You baby-sitting, Donovan?" Another man scoffed as Jeremy glared at him.

"This is Jeremy. He's cool." Vicki reassured the group as they passed her two joints; one for her, the other for Jeremy.

"Smoke up."

Walking over to Logan, Elena raised a suspicious brow as he continued and failed to charm her aunt, who simply laughed at him.

"Your car was done an hour ago." Elena told Jenna.

Jenna scowled. "You're saying that out loud why?"

Chuckling at his ex-girlfriend's comment, Logan turned to Elena and immediately recognized her. The last time Logan saw Elena was when she was a big eyed, rather angry nine-year-old. Logan could recall her glaring at him through the car window when he made Jenna cry.

"Hi. Elena, right? I think I met you once when you were 9." Logan mentioned, smiling at Elena.

Nodding awkwardly, the girl shifted. "Oh."

"Your emotional maturity level when we were together." Jenna jibbed with a smirk as Logan laughed. "Ouch. Here I thought we were making progress." He teased.

Turning to her aunt, Elena arched a brow. "Is he enough in your good graces that I can ask him for a favor?"

"If I do her a favor, will I get back in your good graces?" Logan asked, smiling charmingly at Jenna who scoffed.

Rather reluctantly, Jenna nodded. "Uh, a very reluctant maybe to both."

"Done. Wait. One condition. Dinner, tonight, your house." Logan demanded.

Arching a brow, Jenna was surprised, but nodded anyways.

"Fine. But you're eating leftovers." Jenna demanded before rolling her eyes and walking away. Shaking his head with a smile, Logan turned back to Elena.

"Ooh. What do you need?"

"Do you have access to old news stories, say, fifties?"

As Caroline stumbled through the extravagant boarding house, the blonde had no idea why she was in the random house. But something was pulling her into the house, calling for her…

With her arms crossed over her chest, Caroline looked for the person calling her. "Caroline."

Looking around, Caroline frowned and opened a door where a staircase was. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she went down the stairs and found it lead to some sort of creepy cellar.

"Caroline, help me. Caroline. Help me."

Following the voice, Caroline gasped when she saw a weak Damon, crouching in front of the bars. "Damon? Damon? Damon? Oh, my god! What is this? How did I know that you were here?" Caroline asked, looking around widely.

Impatiently, Damon gritted his teeth. "Because I wanted you to. Very, very badly. Let me out of here. Please."

Caroline took a step back, her eyes sad as she stared at Damon. "You bit me."

Gritting his teeth, Damon's eyes glared into Caroline's. "You liked it. Remember?"

Shaking her head, Caroline cradled her mind. "Why do I keep remembering the same things, but in different ways?"

"You remember what I want you to remember. And now that the vervain has passed out of your system, you won't remember what you're about to do." Damon spat as Caroline frowned.

"What am I about to do?"

"You're gonna open the door. You're gonna open the door." Damon ordered.

Nodding, Caroline murmured his orders under her breath and slowly began to unlock the door. Just as the door was 2/3rd of the way unlocked, Zach ran down the stairs.

"No! No! Get out of here. Run! Run!"

Caroline didn't hesitate to run as Damon pushed through the door and snapped Zach's puny neck. As Damon tried to grab the blonde's leg, she kicked Damon in the face.

Sprinting out the door, Caroline panted as Damon growled.

Instantly, Damon tried to grab Caroline but was burnt by the sun. As Caroline ran from the boarding house, Damon scowled. Fine, maybe he'd have to visit Dawnie later… Caroline would regret running.

Placing a hand on her hip, Tiki strutted over to Bonnie and held out a sweeping brush. Raising a brow, Bonnie silently questioned Tiki.

"Sweeper duty." The brunette explained, rolling her eyes at Bonnie.

The witch furrowed her brows together. "What?"

"We have to clean the pavement." The brunette replied.

Bonnie scoffed. Was this girl stupid? "It's a car wash. By definition, the pavement's clean."

"But not dry." The cheerleader retorted.

Taking the broom from the girl, Bonnie frowned. "And I'm doing this why?"

Tiki rolled her eyes. "Caroline bailed, so that leaves me in charge. Fabulous."

As the girl strutted off, Bonnie felt her rage take over. With much concentration, Bonnie was stuck in a trance as the water on the pavement set on fire. As the fire continued to rise, it followed the path to Tiki's car. As everyone crowded around the car and tried to put the fire out, Stefan touched Bonnie's shoulder.

"Bonnie! Bonnie! Bonnie! Hey."

The brunette was snapped out of her concentration as Stefan lightly shook her fire. The fire immediately stopped. What was happening to her?

Scowling, Jeremy stood up as Vicki acted a completely different girl around her friends than she did with him. Jeremy hated how all they did was get high, he didn't want that. He really liked Vick, but she wasn't taking their relationship seriously.

"Vicki brought the party police." One of Vicki's low-life, high school drop-out, drug dealing friends scoffed, rolling the joint between his fingers.

Rolling her eyes, Vicki turned to the dark-haired, lanky drug addict. "Shut up, Tony. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad."

As soon as Vicki turned back to Jeremy, the younger Gilbert began ranting as he pulled on her arm. "Well, what are we doing, partying in a cemetery with a bunch of losers?"

"Those are my friends."

Jeremy scoffed. "They're waste of space small-town lifers."

"Yeah? What am I?" Vicki snapped.

Stepping forward, Jeremy gripped her arm gently. "You're different, Vick."

"No, you are. You're the kid with the big house who's acting out because his parents died. Guess what- You'll get over it. You will pull yourself together, move on, and one day tell your kids stories about your dark period growing up. And I'll still be here, waiting tables at the grill, partying at the cemetery with a bunch of waste of space small-town lifers." Jeremy's eyes softened.

"Look—" Jeremy tried, but was immediately pushed away.

"Go home, Jeremy. If I want to feel like crap about myself, I'll just go back to Tyler."

Searching the crowd for the Petrova doppelgänger, Stefan frowned when he failed to spot the brunette. Elena had disappeared and Stefan was pretty worried for her. Spotting the back of Matt's blonde hair in the crowd, Stefan approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, have you seen Elena?" Stefan asked.

Furrowing his fair brows together, Matt shook his head. "No, not for a while."

Stefan frowned. "You think she went home?"

Shrugging, Matt bit his lower lip. "Not sure."

"Thanks." Stefan replied politely.

Nodding, Matt took a step forward. "Hey. I'm not saying this for you. I'm saying it for her. But she's big on trust. So whatever you're holding back from her, the more you try to hide it, the more she won't stop till she figures it out."

Sitting over the computer monitors, Elena scrolled through the files and clicked on one of the videos. As the video began playing, a tall man with a rather bushy mustache was speaking into the camera. And in the background, was the Salvatore boarding house.

"This is Franklin Fell reporting to you from the Salvatore Boarding House, where a brutal animal attack has ended in tragedy. Ok, they're bringing out the bodies. See if you can get closer. Is that the nephew?"

As the camera zoomed in, Elena's breath got caught in her throat. Stefan… He was there… The old man was right… How was that possible?!

Glancing at Caroline's exhausted form, Liz smiled. "Hard day?"

Caroline shrugged in response. Currently it was herself, Dawn and her mother home, but Dawn was sleeping upstairs.

Sighing, Liz frowned. "I didn't see you at the car wash."

Once again, Caroline shrugged. "Left early."

Furrowing her brows together, Liz placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Honey, are you ok? Anything you want to talk about? Is it a boy thing?"

Scoffing bitterly, Caroline shook her head. "Mom, if I want to talk boys, I'll call dad. At least he's successfully dating one."

Walking down the cellar stairs, Stefan paused when he noticed the blood on the floor. The trail of blood lead to his nephew's broken body. The cell door was open. Damon had killed him.

"Zach! Oh, no, Zach..."

As Vicki inhaled the joint, she frowned when the music from the stereo suddenly shut off. As the group looked around in confusion, they all eyed each other up, each of them not wanting to move to turn the music back on.

"Donovan?"

Scoffing, the brunette shook her head. "No, I'm good."

Immediately, the group began to protest. "Not it. Not it. Not it. Ah, Vicki." They all chorused as Vicki groaned.

Pushing her joint into someone else's hand, Vicki groaned and went to the car where the stereo was. As she went over to the car, Vicki frowned when she noticed a crumpled up stranger, he was coughing and groaning.

Taking a hesitant step forward, Vicki frowned. "Hey, man, you ok?"

Damon didn't look up, instead he motioned for Vicki to come closer. "Come here. Come here."

Taking in his pale skin, the brunette took a small step forward and frowned. "You don't look good."

"Come closer. I have something... That I have to tell you"

Going to his side, Vicki gasped as he practically collapsed on her, making her hold his weight up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. I got you, I got you. It's ok. it's ok."

Vicki allowed his head to rest in the crook of her neck as she tried to hold him up. However, her struggles were short-lived as he plunged his sharp canines into the smooth skin of her neck.

Grabbing a stake, Stefan ran to the door, expecting a vengeful Damon. Instead, he found Elena.

"What are you?"


There are probably so many mistakes in this chapter, and for that, I'm really sorry. I was in a bit of a hurry to get this up. But I do have some good news, I'm really ahead in updates and am currently writing chapter twelve! I'm also working on 'Supernatural' Dean OC fanfiction if anyone is interested. If anyone is interested, i'll end up publishing it.

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PirateWizardThief: Thank you, plus yeah, Damon is playing with fire! I'll give you a hint in your messages about the second part of your comment ;D. Also, I literally just binge read your Supernatural fanfiction and omg:( Poor Riley! Plus, Sam is being a bit of a dick to her, tbh. Also I'm literally dying in anticipation for 'Surrender' lol. Thanks for the review.

Anna.B: Thanks:) I completely agree, I hated how Damon treated Caroline in season 1 but I don't want to stray from the plot too much. But don't worry, when Dawn finds out Damon has been using Caroline and feeding on her, not even Dean Winchester could save him! Especially with her own anger and her pregnancy hormones ;). Plus, don't worry. Dawn will not date Damon when he is 'seeing' Caroline. Technically he isn't dating Caroline, but even if he was, Dawn wouldn't 'make a move' on him as a) she's never dated anyone or had a crush on anyone so she's pretty clueless and b) she loves Caroline way too much. I'm glad your enjoying all of the descriptions, which I must admit, are my favorite to write! I think a good description ties a story together as personally, I don't want to read a story which is just the script of TVD. I wasn't actually planning on having Abraham appear till later on, but saw an amazing opportunity. The earthquake did come out of nowhere, hmmm, how strange ;D. I have actually decided on the gender of the baby and it will be revealed in chapter ten, I think... Maybe eleven, I cant remember now, lol. I quite like the idea of Klaus and Dawn too. Thanks for the amazing review!

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