A/N Hope you guys like this chapter
Sheriff Forbes was questioning Cynthia about Vicki's disappearance.
"Where did Vicki say she was going?"
"She didn't."
"Any signs of aggression or violence?"
"None that I remember."
"So you believe that Vicki really left town?"
"Yes."
As Cynthia walked out of the Sheriff's office, she met up with Stefan, who was obviously waiting for Elena.
"Oh, hey, Stefan." She greeted him.
"Hey."
"Thanks for… you know… helping me when I got drunk." She said. She realized this probably wasn't something that she should have said in front of the Sheriff's office. Underage drinking was looked down upon, she was pretty sure. Especially when she was the Mayor's daughter and the whole family was expected to keep up the reputation of being perfect.
"No problem."
Caroline called her as she sat in her bedroom, reading her favorite book. She put down The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones and answered the phone.
"Come to the Grill."
"Well hello to you too!" Cynthia said sarcastically.
"Cyn, I've got a bunch of other calls to make. I'm putting on a quick party at the Grill. I felt like it. Come."
"Fine, fine. I'll come now."
"Good girl. I'll see you there." With that said, Caroline hung up.
Cynthia walked into the Grill and looked around at the party goers in slight surprise. For a last minute party, she had really worked up a crowd. Cynthia sighed and walked over to the counter to order a coffee. When she turned around to wait for her order, she saw a blonde girl and Stefan dancing. She stared at Stefan. That had to be the first time in a while she'd seen him smile.
"Here you go." She turned back towards the waitress and thanked her, taking her coffee.
Damon sat at the bar, but got up when he saw the younger Lockwood enter the Grill. He walked over to her and waited until she turned around with her coffee before he stepped up to her.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at him. He gave her his trademark smirk.
"Caroline invited me." He explained. She found that hard to believe, given what she'd gotten from Stefan and Elena about their past relationship.
"Well, un-invite yourself!" She told him. She moved to walk past him, but he stepped in her way again. She shot him a death look. He admired her guts; it wasn't often that he encountered a fifteen year old with such bravery.
"Why? I like it here. You know, I can probably sneak you some shots from the bartender. You seem to like getting drunk at parties." He told her. She scoffed and started to turn away but then stopped and turned back to him.
"How did you know about that?" She asked. She was certain that Stefan was the only one that had known about that. Had Stefan told him? She doubted it. Stefan seemed trustworthy enough…
"I know things." Damon gave her a vague answer. Okay. Now he was really creeping her out. She hurried off.
Stefan slid into the seat next to her at the table in the corner. She looked up to see who it was and then looked down at the table again.
"What was Damon talking to you about?" He asked her quietly. He hadn't missed the disturbed look on her face as she had walked away from Damon earlier.
"Nothing… He just creeps me out." She explained. There was something off about him; she just couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"Well, I would tell him to stay away from you, but he'd only try to mess with you more if I did." Stefan told her.
"Hey, I got a jerk of a brother too. Check that." She said.
"Oh my god!" Cynthia's head jerked up at Stefan's shocked gasp.
"What? What?" She looked around but didn't see anything. Stefan quickly recovered himself.
"Nothing. Stay here." He hurried off.
Later that night, Cynthia sat in her window seat with her diary in her lap.
Dear Diary,
The Salvatore brothers are both mysterious. Stefan's nice, but I can tell he has secrets. Damon's… Damon's a creep. I don't know what it is about him, but there's something weird about him. And not in a 'he secretly has a bunch of bunnies' sort of way, but in an 'I have a clown suit and several bodies in my basement' sort of way.
On a different note that seems oddly connected to the Salvatore Brothers, I can't believe I just got drunk and passed out at the Halloween party. I never do that! I'm like the one teenager in town who doesn't drink! It's weird, like Damon-weird!
I guess that I'll have to figure all of this out in time. I just hope that I can…
