"I'm sorry. I didn't know I was interrupting." Caroline said. She just walked in on Damon and Bonnie, who were basically eating each other's faces as if they were made from chocolate. She stood there for a second, not knowing what to do. She wanted to say something, but changed her mind, and walked out of the room, and closed the door. Somehow she was now hungry. Hungry for chocolate, and... Stefan. Or maybe a combination of the two? Let's try Stefan first. She thought, and walked towards his room, not hesitating. Not even for a second. Even though her heart could be crushed. She opened the door, and there he was. Without clothes. What a day. First Damon, now Stefan! She thought, as she walked back to her room, without saying anything to Stefan.

"God, that body!" she let out with a sigh.

"Well, that was awkward." Bonnie said. Her cheeks were flushed. And Damon couldn't help but to love this. Bonnie was beautiful, in every way, and Damon didn't understand why he didn't see that immediately. Maybe breaking-up with Caroline was just a way to get here. Maybe he didn't do it to make her jealous after all.

"Why? She should have knocked. We didn't do anything wrong." And he flashed her his million-dollar smile. His heart melted as Bonnie smiled back at him, a little shyly.

"Here," she said. "Knocking shouldn't be an issue anymore."

There was a click.

"Did you just... lock the door?" He asked, both confused as impressed.

Bonnie nodded. "I can do a lot more." She said mysteriously.

Suddenly, the curtains closed, and the candles were lit.

Damon was definitely impressed. Bonnie pushed him down on the bed, teasing him for a second. But then she was all-in. As far as Damon goes, she had him when she locked the door, and now found himself drowning in her big brown eyes.

Caroline sat on her bed, staring at the wall and still thinking of that gorgeous body that belonged to Stefan. She still couldn't believe it; bodies like that aren't real, they're photoshopped.

"Can I come in?" Stefan asked.

Caroline hadn't heard the knock, as she was so caught up in her daydream. She nodded.

"So, euhm, about just earlier..." Caroline didn't know how to start the conversation.

"It's okay." Stefan said, and Caroline looked at him, frowning. What was that supposed to mean? She thought.

"I'd rather have you walk in on me, than Bonnie or anyone else." He said shyly. Was he blushing?

"So, you like me?" Caroline hesitated a second before asking. She wanted to know this, but she also didn't want to know. What if he doesn't like her?

"Yes, I do like you." he answered. "I like you a lot, actually."

If Carolin's heart still functioned, it would have skipped a beat. Could she be any happier?

"But..."

And gone was her happiness. Why did there had to be 'but'?

"You're my brother's ex-girlfriend. I can't do this to him. He really loved you, he would hate me."

"If Damon's the only thing you're worried about, don't. Because I just walked in on him and Bonnie; he seems to have completely forgotten about me."

"But still..." Stefan didn't get the chance to complete his sentence.

There was a noise of glass shattering, followed by a small thump. Stefan and Caroline ran downstairs, not knowing what just happened, and frightened that Elijah found them.

Damon and Bonnie ran after them, still getting dressed.

"What the hell was that?" Damon yelled in panic.

"How are we supposed to know?" Caroline yelled back.

"I don't think yelling is going to help us." Bonnie said calmly.

They reached the living room, and couldn't figure out what had happened. The window was broken, there was glass everywhere, and in the middle of the room was a rock. Stefan walked over there, and picked it up, expecting to find a note, but there was nothing. Just a plain rock.

"Looking for someone?" They heard someone say behind him. When they turned around, they saw a tall, handsome guy.

"Don't worry, I will not hurt you." he said, putting emphasis on I.

"Who are you?" Stefan asked. He had walked back to the others, and was now standing in front of them, as to protect them.

"My name is utterly unimportant. But as you wish, I shall give you my name : Joshua. However, the name of my master is more important."

"Your master?" Damon asked, as he tried his hardest not to laugh at this.

"Just like your little, beloved friend Bonnie, I am a witch. And just like Stefan is her master, I have one as well. He send me here to deliver a message."

"You say your master's name is more important than your own, but you haven't named him yet." Stefan said.

"As you wish, sir. My master is Elijah. I am sure, by the look of your faces, you have heard of him before?" Joshua taunted them.

"Why are you here?" Bonnie now asked.

"As I said I am here to deliver you a message. I wish to give it to you peacefully, after which I shall leave. I do not want to cause any problems. My master shall not grace me anymore if I do. All the rights of troubles belong to him, and I do not seek to take those rights away from him?"

He sounded like a robot. As if Elijah had made him say these things over and over again.

"Your message?" Bonnie said. She was bored by now. At first Joshua was intriguing, but now he was just boring. He kept talking in this fancy British accent, and it was getting on her nerves.

"Right, my dear." He said, after which he took an envelope out of his jacket. "Here it is. I shall hand it over to you, sweetheart, for you lack strength and thus cannot harm me physically." And so, he walked over to Bonnie and gave her the note. Afterwards, he walked towards the window, leaving the way he had come in.

"Well, that was interesting." Caroline said.

"Yeah, but my windows are broken." Stefan stated.

"Hellow? This dude just said he was sent by Elijah, and all you're worried about are your windows?" Damon snarled.

"Damon's right." Bonnie said. "Worry about what's in that envelope, I can fix the windows."

And so she fixed the windows. She closed her eyes to have a better concentration. Not long after that, the little pieces of broken glass were lifted from the ground to form a window again.

They opened the envelope, to find a short note, written in graceful handwriting.

I sincerely hope that you do not wish to fight me.

I shall come to collect what belongs to me and, for once, also what belongs to my family.

I shall be arriving soon, although I chose not to tell you when.

Elijah