"I think we had enough of this town; don't you think, Vine?" Dean sighed as he finished wrapping my forearm up, "I don't even know how you managed to get away with only minimal burns." I don't either, Dean; truthfully, it hurts like hell but I'll just have to suck it up, "This town is just fine, brother; things will go absolutely catastrophic without us here," I muttered, "Why don't you join me with the hunts?"

He gave me a soft chuckle as I kissed his cheek thankfully, "I want things to be normal for now, Vine; we've done so much, killed so many," he sighed, "I know you love the freedom; the thrill of everything happening, the drama and the feeling of not being tied down to anything. But I want to take a break, sister," my eyes soften at the sudden atmosphere change, "I'm thinking about going to college; getting a girl of my own, have a mediocre job, settling down you know? Maybe have a few kids."

My heart clenched painfully as my face scrunched up into a sad face, I mean; I know where he's coming from. He want to be happy and all that, but the thought of him not being beside me like we do now just hurts; I know I'll never be able to do that and just have a happy life, I know deep inside I'm somehow doomed to have a painful life.

"Oh, now don't be sad; we still have a long way," he smiled as he reached out and hugged me lovingly, "I just don't wanna lose you, Dean; you know how much you mean to me," I whispered as he kissed my hair and pulled away, "You wont, Vine; I'll be here every step of the way."

The Gilbert device is made by Jonathan Gilbert; it was made to take down vampires for 5 minutes.

"We need to talk."

"Busy," I muttered as I scribbled more notes about everything that had happened into the journal.

"I'm serious, Lily."

"Busy."

"Why don't you put down that pen and be a good girl?"

"Why don't you go fuck yourself?"

The Salvatores has history with The Pierce.

"Lilith, we need to talk," Damon said seriously once more and I sighed as I put the pen down and got up from the square fabric that covered the grass, "Look, Damon; I'm not in the mood for violence today, you know how it is."

I was in my yard, laying on a checker picnic blanket because I was hoping for a peaceful day; I guess I cant have that. . .

"I'm not asking for your violence," he sighed, "What's up with you these past few days?" he asked seriously as I straightened my white summer dress and flicked my side-braided hair onto my shoulder, I pushed up my black rimmed glasses up slightly and shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about," I chirped lightly as I rocked back and forth on my white-sandaled feet.

"Seriously," he started, "You've been constantly giving me the evil eye, your clinginess towards Alaric is sickening and you seem distant." Why does he care? "It's nothing; you're just way over your head," an aspirated sigh escaped me as I stilled to a stop, "Don't worry about it, D; you have Elena to fuss about."

I strode back to the picnic blanket and sat down, I nibbled on some cookies as Damon stared at me; doesn't he know he could go into the lawn without having to be invited in? "I want to thank you," he called out when I was about to write again, I looked up to see him jumping over the picket fence and sauntered towards me.

"You saved my life," he sat down next to me and I immediately closed my journal, "I owe you one." I stared at him as his blue eyes held his gaze onto my red ones, "You walked into the fire," he broke his gaze and looked at my bandaged forearm and ankle, "Not even my brother would've walked in with that size of fire."

His sudden sensitivity kind of surprised me, "Why did you do it?" he asked as he looked at the clouds, "Why would you save my life and risk yours? I'm not exactly save worthy," I gave him a soft chuckle and he looked at me again, "I believe you're save worthy, D; everyone thinks you're this big, bad, emotionless, merciless vampire that'll ruin everything you touch," I smiled softly, "When in reality; you're the most vulnerable one."

He stared at me long and hard with an unknown emotion in his eyes; they sparkled as the rays of the sun hits us, thank god he doesn't sparkle. The next thing we knew; he was leaning in ever so slowly towards my lips, I found myself doing the same as my hand touched his cheek lightly. My mind was going haywire as we were only inches away from each other; somehow though, I snapped out of the trance-like state and diverted my head so the kiss landed on his cheek.

I laid a lingering kiss on his soft cheek and pulled away with a small smile; I'm sorry Damon, I know you're in love with Elena. "I don't love men who are in love with other women, D; I think I'm worth more than that," I whispered as thoughtful look dawned on his face.

"I'm your friend; you don't seem to have that many," he gave me a pathetic laugh and I ran my hand through his hair, "I told you I'll help you find The Pierce; I will." He groans as he decided to lay his head on my lap, "I hate this," he grumbled in a grumpy manner and I raised a delicate brow, "I hate getting emotional; it's not good for my bad boy persona."

A tinkling laugh escaped me as I stroked his scalp lightly, "Don't worry about it, D; I wont tell anyone," I winked and I pushed my glasses back up. My mind wandered towards the possibility Damon could do when we found Katherine and Kathleen; he could throw me away, that's for sure. But I don't seem to care; it's bound to happen, he cant be my friend forever.

"Thank you."

I smiled slightly, "Don't worry about it, D."