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After the party, the following day was boring. Elena and I went through it like any other day. Except she would not shut up about Stefan for a minute. She was worried about their relationship because he hadn't called her after last night. He left a message saying he was dealing with the Damon issue; whatever the hell that means.

After school, I drove to the graveyard. It would be the first time visiting my parents' grave since the funeral. I sat down in front of the tombstone, sketch book in lap. I had an eerie feeling, like I was being watched. I paid no mind to it though; I was too engrossed in my work.

Before my eyes, on the paper in front of me, was Damon Salvatore staring right back at me. Why the hell did I draw this? I hadn't thought about him since what he did to Caroline, the bastard. At least Stefan was dealing with it.

I heard a noise and looked up. The stupid crow was there again, on a branch.

"Seriously? Are we really going to do this again?" I asked, knowing I was talking to a bird. It only crowed at me though. I went back to drawing, rolling my eyes as I did so.

The crow cawed again, and this time it was closer. I gasped and looked up. The crow was right on the tombstone, looking down at me.

"What, you like what you see?" I asked sarcastically. The crow only tilted his head and leered down at me. It looked over at the drawing of Damon, and flew off.

I stared at it as it flew away. Feeling overly creeped out, I started to pack everything up. I was about halfway through the cemetery when I heard a twig snap. I turned around, afraid. I looked off into the trees but saw nothing. I heard the crow again and saw it in a nearby tree. I was really freaked out now.

I started pacing, but as I did though I could've sworn I heard footsteps echoing mine. But every time I looked behind, no one was there.

"Okay, whoever you are, I am not afraid of you; so you might as well just cut the crap and show yourself," silence. Thinking that was that, I head towards the gates.

When I started walking again though, the footsteps came faster. I started to run, terrified. Pretty soon I was out of the cemetery, and out of breath. I looked out and saw nothing but tombstones. Puzzled I turned around and stopped dead in my tracks. I stood there, frozen in shock. My heart racing and the beating filling my ears.

"Damon, what're you doing here?" I questioned. Damon looked worn out and deathly sick. His skin was pale and he looked as if he was going to drop dead right in front of me.

"Liz, help me please," he rasped out. He really did sound like he was dying.

"I don't understand, how did you find me?"

He didn't get to answer though, when I blinked, he disappeared. I gasped and turned around, hoping to find him behind me; but there was nothing.

I started to hyperventilate as I paced forward. I hope my mind was playing tricks on me. He looked so real, and sick. I hope he was okay, even though he's a jerk. When I passed a little shop, I looked up and saw his reflection in the window.

"Please, help me Liz; I need you," he whispered in my ear.

I gasped and turned around frantically. He was still nowhere in sight. I felt like I was hallucinating. I walked home very fast, after the little shop incident, I didn't see or thought I saw Damon again.

I headed up to my room, only to be stopped by Elena.

"Hey, wanna hang out today? You know go to the grill and just talk?" she asked. That actually sounded good. I needed to get my mind off of Damon.

"Yeah sure, let me freshen up a bit," she nodded and I headed into my room. I dropped my bags on my bed and went into the bathroom.

I brushed my hair and redid my makeup. When I went to pick something up I had to bend down. When I was straightened out again, I looked up and went pale white. Damon was looking directly at me. I let out shortened breaths as I stared at him. He looked worse than before.

"What do you want Damon?" he didn't answer though.

He suddenly lunged at me, his face changing. His eyes turning blood red and the veins bulging out under his eyes. I screamed and turned around to face him, but he wasn't there once again. My chest heaved in and out as I tried to slow my heartbeat down. What the hell was that? Am I going crazy or something?

Jeremy came in the bathroom and asked, "Hey you okay? Why'd you scream?"

What the hell was I suppose to tell him. That I think I'm losing my mind? No.

"Yeah, I'm fine Jer; don't worry about me," he waved it off and left. I faced the mirror again, only more slowly. I relaxed when I only saw myself. I hoped that was the last episode for the day. Scratch that, for the rest of my life.

Damon P.O.V.

I weekly smirked as my latest attempt to lure Liz to me was a success. Well I doubt she won't come near me now after the little vampire show. Oh well, if I'm going to try and charm her, she might as well know the real me. Unlike Stefan, who prefers to take it nice and slowly; whatever the hell that means. We're vampires for the love of God, we have forever; and he wants to go and take it slow. What an idiot.

The cellar was dark and cold, like my soul; just how I prefer it. It had only been a day since I last fed, but it felt like years. I barely had enough energy to do those little stunts, and now that I did I'm more weakened than I'm supposed to be. It was so worth it though.

"Keep using your energy, you'll only wither away faster," came the voice of St Stefan. I wanted to rip his head off and watch it roll down a hill.

"Is that what you want?" I said painfully.

"It's what I'm hoping. You did this to yourself Damon; you and I both know it. I've given you enough vervain, now all I have to do is wait out the days." And I thought I was heartless.

"You do realize what'll happen if I don't get blood right?"

"Of course I do, you'll become a living mummified person."

I growled loud enough for him to hear. What a dick! Least try to kill me in style. How lame could you possibly be?

"Is that the best you got? Why not kill me now, I'm weak enough. You could just come in and stake me,"

"I've known you long enough to know when you're trying to con someone Damon; you can't fool me anymore than you can fool yourself," Damn, he's good.

"Is that what you do in your spare time Stefan, studying me? Learning everything you can about me?" I leaned my head back on the wall and shut my eyes.

"After a century and a half, you can never be too careful when it comes to you," he then turned to leave.

"Say hi to Liz the next time you see her," he stopped dead and came back, a hard glare on his face.

"And what is that suppose to mean?" he said through clenched teeth.

"Well, Liz might seem jumpy for the next couple of days? I mean I would be too if I saw a vampire, yikes oh scary images," I mocked and smirked as I saw him tighten his jaw.

"What did you do?" he growled out, I didn't answer though. Playing with him is more fun and time wasting. Besides, what have I got to lose? Might as well spend my last few days tormenting the hell out of him. "Damon, what did you do?"

"Well, excuse me for this comment," I laughed at my own joke, "But unlike you, I came out of the closet,"

"You didn't'?"

"Well she might not know what exactly happened, but I think she's curious enough now, curious enough to do some research. But hey you could always compel her to forget; oh wait you can't because you're weak, living off of animal blood; how disgraceful." I was slowly losing consciousness; I used up too much energy for one day.

I could vaguely hear Stefan begin to yell at me; I could care less though. Screw him, he's trying to kill me.

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