A/N: Here you have it guys, Chapter 11. It's longer than usual chapters. I thought about breaking it in two, but figured it wouldn't make sense. I hope you like it. Your reviews for chapter 10 had me very excited. I wish this one doesn't disappoint. Reviews are looove!

Elena had stayed over until Charlie came home that night. She told me I was in desperate need of some girl time. She immediately planned a sleepover for the next day. When Charlie got home and came upstairs to say hello to me, Elena ambushed him and told him I was staying over tomorrow. She didn't ask for permission, she just told him I was spending the night there. Charlie didn't protest, he said okay and left us alone. Elena left a short time afterwards, and I went to sleep. Mr. Crow sat quietly on his nest and didn't bother me once.

I woke up the next day feeling a little better than I had the night before. Speaking with Elena had helped me calm down a bit. I never realized how much I missed talking with someone about what was going on with my life.

I got ready for school, and when I was ready I went down stairs to have my breakfast. Charlie was already there, eating his toast quietly. We barely looked at each other. I went straight to the fridge and got the milk for my cereal out. I served the cereal in a small bowl and filled it with milk. I sat at the kitchen table and ate in silence. Charlie kept glancing at me though the top of his newspaper. I stared at my cereal. He put down the newspaper and looked at me.

"So is this how it's going to be?" he asked.

I shrugged.

"You're giving me the silent treatment then?" he asked.

I shrugged again.

"Bells, you have to understand, I don't think it's safe here for you. You wouldn't even believe the kind of stuff that's going on in this town. I don't want you to get in the middle of it." He said.

"Try me, you'd be surprised at how much I can take," I told him, looking at him straight in the eyes.

"It's not safe for you to know, and I can't tell you. I've been sworn to secrecy," He explained, avoiding my eyes.

"I'm staying Dad. You're not getting rid of me. I'll be good, and I'll stay out of trouble. But there's no way in hell you're sending me to live with Renée. I'm not moving again," I told him.

Charlie sighed, "I'm not going to convince you am I?" he asked.

"No," I answered.

"You're stubborn," Charlie pointed out.

"Yeah, I take after my Dad," I said to him grabbing a spoonful of cereal and shoving it into my mouth.

"Just promise you'll be careful," Charlie said, grabbing my hand. He was seriously worried, and I was definitely going to find out what the hell it was that was bothering him.

"I already have, like a million times," I said.

"Tonight, at this sleepover, what are you going to do?" Charlie asked.

"Elena mentioned going to watch the football game, Stefan is playing so I guess we'll go watch," I answered shrugging.

"Will Stefan's brother be there?" Charlie asked.

God! What was it about Damon that Charlie liked so much?

"I don't know Dad, I guess he will. He's always around," I answered.

"Okay then," he said.

We finished the rest of our breakfast in silence. I went upstairs, brushed my teeth and grabbed my book bag before leaving. I quickly ran downstairs; Elena was bound to leave any minute now. I opened the door.

"Bells wait," Charlie said as he came out of the kitchen.

I turned around, my hand still on the door handle.

"What Dad?" I asked.

"I just wanted to give you something," he said reaching for his pocket, "I'm not going to be using the car since I have the cruiser so I just wanted you to have the keys. You won't have to be asking Elena for a ride everyday now," he said handing me the keys.

I was taken by surprise.

"Wow, umm, thanks Dad," I told him and gave him a quick hug.

"Sure," he said.

"Bye," I said as he stood by the door watching me head out. I looked across the street and Elena was walking out of her house with Jeremy. She motioned me to get over there quickly. I showed her the keys to Charlie's car and she smiled understanding, the she waved goodbye, I did the same.

I drove to school in silence. I started thinking that I hadn't really listened to music in a while now. It had been forever since I last turned on the radio. I couldn't take it. Music reminded me of him. He didn't own music, now did he? I turned the radio on. I realized that I had no idea whatsoever of what was playing. I had lost all my knowledge of pop culture. Who the hell was this GaGa person? I would have to ask Elena, embarrassing as it may be.

I made a stop on a street while the light changed from red to green, when I spotted my creepy stalking crow sitting on top of the light. Okay, this bird was weird, but at the same time, I thought it was a little sweet.

Once I got to school I could tell that everyone was very excited for the football game that would take place tonight. I spotted Elena and Stefan right away. Stefan was wearing his jersey. He looked different, weird.

I went over to them and said hello.

"Your Dad gave you his car?" Stefan asked.

"Yep, he did." I answered smiling. I was very thankful for this, I was used to having my old truck and being able to drive wherever I wanted to, without having to wait for someone to give me a ride.

"That's cool," he said.

"Yeah, I won't have to bother you now," I told Elena.

"Bother me? What are you even talking about? I like having you in the car with me. Have you met my brother? He doesn't talk to me, ever." Elena said.

"Yeah, I know," I said and then looked over at Stefan, "So, are you excited for tonight?" I asked him.

"Yes, of course, it's a big game," he said. Elena leaned over to his shoulder.

"With you on the team, there's no doubt you'll win," she said smiling at him. He smiled back rolling his eyes.

"I take it that you're good then?" I asked.

"I have quick reflexes, and I'm pretty fast too," He answered.

"You're being modest. He is the best player on the team," Elena said proudly.

"Well' I'll have to see that tonight then," I said smiling at them.

We walked into school and headed for each of our classes. The day went by pretty fast, I had been distracted, thinking about my awkward conversation the day before. He was so angry. He was so sure I had been the one to reveal his secret. When we had spoken the day before he sounded very upset. I was confused by his accusations. If I hadn't told his secret, then who had?

Why would Jake think I had told someone about them? I had never said anything to anyone. I tried calling him back yesterday after Elena left but he didn't answer, it went straight to voice mail. I think the biggest question was: who the hell knew their secret now? Who was the person that had found out about the wolves?

By the end of the school day I was walking towards Charlie's car when Elena popped out of nowhere.

"Bella! Hey!" she called out to me.

"Hey Elena," I greeted her.

"We haven't talked about tonight. It's just going to be the two of us, neither Bonnie nor Caroline can make it. They seem to have other plans."

"That's okay, we have time for more sleepovers afterwards," I told her.

"Afterwards? You're staying in Mystic Falls?" she asked surprised.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, my head has been else where today. I spoke with Charlie this morning. I convinced him to let me stay," I told her.

"Wow Bella that is really great!" She said and gave me a hug. That felt odd, I wasn't a very hugging person.

"Yes, it is," I said awkwardly.

"Okay so here's the thing. After the game tonight, there's going to be a party. IT's been a while since I last went to a party. I've been pretty much secluded for the past few months, with the whole animal attack thing. So, I was thinking, maybe we could go shopping for something to wear tonight? I believe that you're not the shopping kind of girl, but I promise it'll be quick and I wont make you buy anything you don't want to wear," Elena said, she was speaking quickly, she didn't want me to protest.

I thought about it for a second, I never wanted to go shopping, but I guess this once wouldn't hurt.

"Sure, why not?" I said.

"Really? Okay, so, how are we doing this? Do we go home and leave your car or mine? There's no need to go in different cars. The whole point of going shopping with your girlfriends is to talk and bond while you do it," she said.

"Well, we can take your car if you want," I said shrugging.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yeah, there's no problem," I said.

We both drove home and I left Charlie's car parked in the garage. I called him and told him I was going shopping with Elena, just in case he called home and I didn't answer. I didn't want him to freak out. As always, he told me to be careful.

The whole shopping experience with Elena wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. She showed me stuff and asked what I liked. She wasn't playing dress up, and she wasn't forcing me to try anything I didn't want to. I showed her some stuff and she gave me her opinion on what to wear to match. The whole thing didn't last more than two hours. Compared to my previous shopping experiences with Alice, where she would pick whatever she wanted and made me try everything on, this particular experience went pretty well. It was me, shopping for what I wanted, with a person I was starting to call my friend.

When we finished shopping we both went to our own houses and changed into the outfits we had bought. Elena made me promise that I would go to her house once I was dressed so that she could help me with my make-up.

I showered and dried my hair. I put on the black skinny jeans I had bought, with the white top. I decided to wear a long silver necklace. Once I was dressed I grabbed the stuff I needed for spending the night over at Elena's. The basics: pajamas, toothbrush, and my pillow. I threw on my leather jacket. I could tell that it was going to be chilly tonight.

I grabbed my black purse and over night bag and went downstairs. Charlie was coming in.

"Wow, Bells you look great," he said, "So, how was that whole shopping thing with Elena?" he asked.

"Believe it or not Dad, it was actually pretty nice," I said.

"Good. That's good. Are you heading out?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to finish getting ready at Elena's." I told him.

"Are the Salvatore's picking you girls up?" He asked, brows together.

"No, we're meeting them at the game. Stefan is on the team so he has to be there earlier," I explained.

"Oh.. ok." He said. There was a brief pause in our conversation. Then he spoke up again. "Listen, I know back in Forks I had given you some pepper spray, and you probably haven't used it, but I wanted you to have this new one," he said reaching his pocket and handing me a new can.

"Umm.. okay Dad, thanks," I said, putting it inside my purse.

"Go ahead, Elena must be waiting for you. You don't want to be late for the game," he said clearing the way towards the door.

"Thanks Dad, Goodnight!" I told him as I walked out of the house.

"Call me if anything happens okay?" He yelled as he stood by the door watching me cross the street. I waved to him and made my way to Elena's front door. I ran the doorbell and soon afterwards Elena opened it.

We went upstairs to her room and finished getting ready. Elena showed me a few tips of how to apply my makeup, instead of putting it on herself. I liked this, she wanted me to learn and find a way that made me feel comfortable. She wasn't making me into her life-size Barbie doll.

"You know you're really pretty Bella," She told me while looking at me through the mirror.

I looked down, feeling a little intimidated by her comment.

"Why are you ashamed of that? Don't look down. Believe it, own it. You have to trust yourself a little more Bella. I know we've known each other for only little while, but I feel like I have to tell you this. You have to start being more secure of yourself. You look great, you are great, and you are beautiful."

I looked at her blushing; I couldn't believe that she was being so open and honest with me. I looked down at my feet.

"Forgive me if I'm intruding with what I'm about to say, but I have a feeling that your ex, the one you so desperately don't want to talk about, has a lot to do with this. What ever it is that happened between the two of you, if he ever made you feel like you weren't worth it, you have to forget about it. Move on, because it isn't true. You're a great girl Bella, and if anything he was the one that didn't deserve you. Don't torture yourself over someone that isn't even here. If he's not here, it's because he wasn't supposed to be here, and personally I believe you're better off," Elena said, taking my hands.

A silent tear slipped down my face. She had no idea what she was talking about, but a part of me knew she was right. I looked at myself in the mirror. I did look nice. The way Elena had told me to apply the eyeliner and eyeshadow made my eyes look bigger and pop out. She had helped me with my hair, and I loved the way it fell against my shoulders. I was overwhelmed by the way she was treating me. Out of nowhere I found myself hugging her. She hugged me back and smiled at me, while wiping the tear off my face.

"You'll ruin your make up Bella, don't cry," she said with a small smile.

"Thank you so much Elena, you really don't have to do any of this."

"Don't thank me, I haven't done anything," she said shrugging, she looked at her watch, "We better get going, we have to get good seats."

"Yeah, I'm already done," I told her.

"I think this lipstick will look good on you, you should wear it," she said, handing me the lipstick. It wasn't a bright color or anything bold, it was a little darker than the color of my lips, and I didn't really mind wearing it, so I put it on.

We walked out of the house and got in Elena's car. We drove in silence until Elena turned on the radio. I remembered what I was thinking about this morning, my issue with current pop culture.

"Elena you're going to burst out laughing when I ask you what I'm about to ask you, but I rather that you laughed about it and not someone else," I told her.

"What? Ask away," she said.

"Don't kill me now, but who the hell is this Gaga person?" I asked her.

She hit the breaks, "What?" she asked looking at me.

"I heard her on the radio this morning, and everyone was talking about her, but I have no clue whatsoever who she is…" I explained.

"Are you for real?" she asked a little perplexed by my question.

I nodded.

"Oh my god, you're serious," she said obviously surprised.

I nodded.

"Bella! What have you been listening to for the past year?" She asked.

"Umm… Debussy?" I answered.

Elena closed her eyes while she tried to fight a laugh.

"Okay, you're handing me your ipod, I'm updating your music library, ASAP. As in tonight, when we get home," she said laughing.

"Please do, go ahead, you'd be doing me a favor," I said laughing.

"Bella you're really funny," she told me, as she started driving again.

"No, seriously, who's Gaga?" I asked.

Elena couldn't stop laughing all the way to school. She explained who she was. I didn't believe a word she was saying and decided to Google this person when we got back.

When we got to school we went straight to find our seats. The game would start in fifteen minutes or so. We made our way through the bleachers and sat down not too far away from the field. I looked around. It seemed that the whole student body was there, scratch that, the whole town. Football was a big deal here.

I quickly spotted the Mayor and Charlie. They were speaking by themselves on a far corner of the field. Charlie was upset, I could tell. The Mayor, on the other hand, was calm. They were soon joined by none other than Damon Salvatore.

Why is he speaking with them?

I turned to Elena, "Why is Damon speaking with my father and the Mayor?" I asked.

Elena looked to where I was pointing, "Damon is very involved with the Major's office. His family is one of the founding families of this town, and founding families are always taken into account with whatever is going on in town," Elena explained, and the added, "My family is a founding family, my parents were also very much involved with the community."

I nodded, understanding what she was saying.

Mayor Lockwood walked away from Damon and Charlie, and walked over to a woman who I assumed was his wife. Damon put his arm on Charlie's shoulder and said something to him, it seemed it had calmed Charlie down a bit. Charlie turned around and said something to him and Damon nodded giving him a small smile.

I was curious about this interaction that Damon seemed to have with my father. I couldn't stop looking at them. Damon caught me looking at them and waved at me, sly smirk on his face. I gave him a small uncomfortable wave. This was embarrassing, he had caught me staring at the two of them.

Charlie shook hands with Damon and walked away. Then, Damon walked towards where we were sitting. Crap. This was going to be one long game.

"Hello ladies," he said as he made his way up the bleachers. He gave Elena a quick kiss on the cheek and she smiled to him. He then gave me one too, but it seemed to me that it was a little longer than the one he had given Elena. I just smiled back at him, awkwardly.

He looked at me up and down and smiled a crooked smile. "Don't you look… hot this evening," he said while checking me out.

I blushed. My face must have turned a million shades of reds, I could feel my cheeks burning. I couldn't help but stare at my boots when I said thanks.

"Why are you so surprised? You look hot. Period," Damon said.

I looked away, trying to ignore his comment. Elena gave me a little nudge and opened her eyes widely. I could tell she was saying, Remember.

"So… I hear you two are having a slumber party tonight, can I come over?" Damon asked, battling his eyes at me when he said this.

"No. It's a girls' night. Leave Bella alone Damon," Elena answered.

"I can show you two how to have a good time," he said.

"We can have fun by ourselves," Elena answered.

He sat down between Elena and I, spreading his arms behind our seats.

"Are you into sports Bella?" he asked me.

I turned around to look at him, I was raising an eyebrow, clearly amused by his comment.

"Me? Into sports?" I asked chucking, "that would be a definite no," I told him.

"How come?" He asked.

"Have you even seen me walk?" I asked.

"You seem to walk just fine," he said.

"Then you haven't seen me trip," I told him.

"No, I haven't," he answered.

"Are you into sports?" I asked. The answer was obvious, he definitely seemed to have quite the body underneath that black shirt, he had to workout.

"Not sports, games," he answered quickly, then added, "Although I used to play football with Stefan… back in the day," he said looking to the field, at nothing in particular.

"Used to?" I asked.

"Yes, as in not anymore," he said looking at me raising an eyebrow. He was quoting me. From the day we went grocery shopping, when I had asked about his ring and he asked if I knew someone that had an item with a crest on it.

"Touché," I said.

He smirked, he knew I understood.

Soon the game started. Elena was very excited about it. I just enjoyed being out of the house. Damon was concentrated on Stefan. Criticizing his every move. Saying how better he could play. I seriously didn't get this, Stefan was the best player on the team. Even I could tell, and I didn't know squat about football. He was really fast, and had great reflexes. The ball never tumbled out of his hands, and his plays always accurate. It was as if he could calculate exactly how much strength he needed to throw the ball. He did it effortlessly.

After the second quarter, Elena went to get something to eat, and left me with Damon. I was busy looking for Charlie, but I couldn't find him anywhere. I guess he must have gone home. How was I going to ask Damon about why Charlie was acting the way he was acting? How could I bring up the subject without being too straight forward about it?

"I heard Charlie wanted to send you to your mother's" he said.

Thank you God! I can do this by myself from here. Good job. I thought as I turned to look at him.

"How did you know?" I asked him.

"He told me," Damon answered.

"Oh," it was all I could answer, for a minute there I thought Elena had said something.

"So? Are you?" he asked.

"No. I told him I didn't want to move," I answered.

"Why?" he asked.

I shrugged, "I just got here. I think I like this place. I feel… normal," I told him.

"You don't get along well with your mother?" he asked.

"No… it's not that. I love my mom, and I miss her, but I know Charlie would be a mess without me here," I said.

"Your Dad, he's a good guy," he said.

"Yeah, he is," I agreed nodding. This was it, it was now or never, I had to ask him. "He's been acting weird lately. He's nervous and more overprotective than the usual. He's more quiet than ever. Something's wrong, I know it," I told him, looking at him straight in the eye. He stared back at me, intently.

"What do you think is wrong?" he asked.

"I don't know, I was hoping you could help me with that answer," I told him.

He looked at me and then looked to the field.

"Mmmm hmmm," he said.

There he starts with his short answers, that aren't even answers, they're noises, obnoxious noises that mean, I'm not saying shit to you.

"Mmm hmm? That's all you've got to say?" I asked.

He turned his head again and smirked, "Why would I know what's bothering your father?"

"Gee, I don't know? Because he spends so much time with you? Because he's giving me some weird tea made of a plant that you gave him? Because every time I tell him I'm going out he asks if you're going to be there? I don't know Damon, you tell me; Why is my father so worried?"

"You should ask that to him," he said.

"I already did! He won't give me an answer," I said, a little flustered. This conversation was not going anywhere. Damon knew how to keep a secret and I was not getting it out of him.

"Then I have nothing to say," he told me.

"That's your answer then?" I asked.

"Have you even thought that maybe Charlie thinks I'm good for you? That I could make a suitable… boyfriend?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Eww, no. Charlie would never agree to that, you're too old for me," As soon as I said this he smirked, with his crooked smile. I immediately thought, What am I even saying? Edward was over a hundred.

"Age is just a number darling," Damon said, "Maybe, Charlie wants someone around you, since little Jakey isn't here to look after you anymore."

Jake, he was bringing out Jake.

"How are things with your little boyfriend?" he asked.

"He's not my boyfriend," I said turning around, looking at the field and leaning back in my seat.

The last person I wanted to talk about was about Jake.

"Trouble in paradise?" he asked.

"No."

"You're lying," he said looking at me closely.

"No, I am not," I said looking around to see him straight in the eyes, into those clear blue eyes. Do not think about his eyes Bella.

"What happened? Did he cheat on you?" Damon asked playfully.

"What? No! He's not my boyfriend," I said again.

"Then, why are you so sensitive about this particular subject?" he asked.

Agh! What was it with this guy that I always ended up telling him what he wanted to know?

"He's mad at me," I said, accepting defeat.

"Ha! I knew it," he said annoyingly, "Why is he mad?" he asked seriously.

He was bipolar. This guy was able to pull off two distinct emotions each one, one second apart from the other. Like a switch, he went on or off.

"That's just the thing, I don't know," I told him truthfully.

"Maybe he's jealous, since you've been talking so much about me," Damon said shrugging.

"You are so full of yourself," I said chuckling.

He winked at me and I smiled while shaking my head.

Elena came back with the food.

"Okay, what did I miss?" she asked as she sat down.

"Not much really," Damon said giving me a small wink that Elena couldn't see.

The game started soon after Elena handed me a hot dog. It continued at the same pace it had been going on the first two quarters. They were winning by a long shot. It was no surprise when they won.

Today, there was most definitely going to be a celebration party.

When the game ended we headed out, to wait for Stefan to get changed and head over to the old cemetery, where the party was taking place. Creepy, I know. Who would want to party at an old cemetery? I think it's a bit disrespectful, but that's where we were headed.

We were waiting by the car when Stefan came out to meet us. Elena ran to him and gave him a big effusive hug. Damon patted his back and gave him a hug too. I just stood there, smiling. I think I had run out of hugs for today.

"Are you ready for the party?" Stefan asked.

"Hell yeah," Damon said, without any motivation in his voice. You see? Bipolar.

When we got to the party, it seemed that everyone was there already. There were also many people drunk by now. I realized I had never been to a party like this. I never went out in Forks. I had never experienced this. Edward thought this kind of thing was boring. Even though he made me go to the prom, I knew he didn't approve of this. This little fact gave me more reasons to stay here and enjoy it.

Elena got me a drink. I had never consumed alcohol. I didn't plan on getting drunk tonight, but that didn't mean I couldn't drink a bit. We sat by the bonfire and talked for a while, just the four of us. Damon was being nice. They would both stand up and get us more drinks. I saw Jeremy and Anna wondering around, going into the woods. I guess I knew what they were doing in there.

Before I knew it my vision was starting to get blurry and all of a sudden I found everything quite funny. Elena and Stefan had gotten up and gone for a walk. I stayed with Damon near the bonfire, it was getting a bit chilly.

"That's enough for you," Damon said taking the cup out of my hand.

"Hey! Give it back, I'm fine," I said to him.

"You shouldn't drink anymore," Damon said.

"I shouldn't, you're right, but I want to," I told him. My r's were slurring.

"My r's are slurring, aren't they?" I asked him. He laughed.

"Yes, they are," he answered.

"Take it away, I don't want anymore beer," I said to him signaling him to throw it away.

He laughed and drank the rest of the beer that was in the cup.

"Why are you being so nice to me? You're never this nice. I think that when you realize that you're being nice you always put up a wall, and make people believe you're so strong and cruel. In reality I think you're lonely," I told him.

Where. The. Hell. Did that. Come. From.

He stared at me.

"You're drunk," he told me

"You're an ass," I told him.

"You're less inhibited when you drink, you don't watch what you are saying, you let yourself go, you're more fun this way," he told me.

"I am?" I asked.

"Yes. You are, it's normal," he said.

"It's stupid, I'm acting stupidly," I said.

"You're acting your age, just like you should Bella," Damon said to me.

"I'm not supposed to do anything stupid," I said.

"Is that what Charlie told you?" he asked.

"No… that's what my ex told me before he dumped me," there I went, opening my mouth. I had never said this to anyone.

"You know what? Then that's exactly what you should do. Who is he to tell you what to do with your life?" Damon said. I could see malice in his eyes, he was up to something. But apart from that, he was right. I too had had this thought before, not too long ago.

"Yeah! Who does he think he is telling me what I should and shouldn't do! He doesn't own me! I am my own person. I decide what to do," I said, feeling very brave, and at the same time thinking that I sounded very silly.

"What do you want to do Bella?" Damon asked.

"I want a bike," I said, as the image of the bike Jake had helped me rebuild came to my head. I missed riding it.

"What else?" Damon asked.

"Hmm… I want to bungee jump off a bridge. I want to throw myself out of a plane. I want to travel. I want to take a year off and not go to college immediately," I answered excitedly.

"What else?" Damon asked once more.

"I want to wear a skirt and not be intimidated by what others might think," I said at the top of my head.

"You should, you have the legs to pull it off, trust me," Damon said putting a hand on my leg.

"I might be drunk, but you're not having your way with me mister," I said pointing a finger to his face.

He laughed.

"Keep going," Damon said.

"I want to be able to live my life freely," I said quietly.

"Then why don't you?" Damon said smirking.

"I don't know…" I said almost in a whisper.

Right then, Elena and Stefan came running towards us.

"Bella, we have to get out of here! The police are raiding the party," Elena said.

"The police?" I asked. Elena nodded giving me her hand to help me up.

"Oh my God, the police!" I said realizing what that meant, "Charlie is he here?" I asked.

Stefan nodded.

"Shit, Charlie cannot see me like this. He'll have me on the next plane out to Jacksonville," I said.

"If we run now, they might not catch us," Elena said.

"We could go to our house," Stefan said, "It's just across the cemetery," he added.

"Okay," I said.

I grabbed my purse and walked behind them. Damon was close by, holding me every time I lost my balance with a root from one of the trees. I wasn't really drunk, just a little tipsy. Through the trees I could see the red and blue lights of the police cars. I really hoped Charlie wouldn't see me.

We made our way through the cemetery and got to Stefan's and Damon's house. It was a big house, very old. It was beautiful.

"Wow," I said as we walked on the front lawn towards the front door.

"I know," Damon said whispering in my ear. I couldn't help but laugh, it tickled.

"Damon," Elena said, she was giving him a look, it clearly said, Stop it.

When we got inside, Stefan guided us into the living room. The house had wooden floors, and ceilings and walls. It was very old-fashioned. I sat on a couch, catching my breath, the run had worn me out. I looked over at Elena, I could tell she was tipsy too.

"I'm getting you girls something to eat, you need to sober up before you head home," Stefan said.

Both Elena and I nodded. We did need to sober up first. I couldn't imagine going back to Elena's like this. What if we ran into her aunt?

Stefan came back with sandwiches. We ate them and while we did this, we also talked a little. An hour later, Elena and I were feeling much better. I was feeling a little embarrassed at all the things I had told Damon, but at the same time, I realized I had found some answers to the question I had been asking myself a couple a of nights earlier. What did I want to do? I wanted to live.

"Umm, Stefan? Where is your bathroom?" I asked.

"Second door down the corridor," he said, pointing the way. I stood up and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked terrible; my makeup had already run down, it was all messed up. I took a little piece of toilet paper and cleaned myself up a bit before heading back to the living room.

I opened the door and walked back through the same corridor I had minutes before. Just as I was about to enter the living room again, something on the wall to my right caught my eye. I turned around and looked at it. At first I just stared at it. Then realization hit me. I had seen this before. Tremors ran through my spine. Every hair in my body stood up. I had goose bumps all over. My eyes studied what they were seeing closely, inch by inch. It was then when I saw it… and I knew.

I knew where I had seen him before. I knew why Damon looked so familiar.

Dun dun dun...

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