Hey you guys! I'm super sorry for not updating in so long! Mission trip was great, but some of my friends started drama and I had to work through that, and then school started, and I've just been so exhausted. I'm hoping this chapter makes up for the lost time, however! (: Kudos to my betas, as usual for their amazing skills!

Enjoy! xx


Previously on Everything Changes...

"An apothecary?" Pearl asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah." Jenna nodded once, and Pearl and Anna exchanged a glance.

"You don't say." Pearl pursed her lips and Jenna turned to unlock the door.

Anna noticed Jeremy walking, and a small smile played on her lips. She was so wrapped up in watching him, she didn't even notice her mother and Jenna go inside.

"Annabelle?" she called, and Anna's gaze snapped to her mother.

"I'm coming, Mother." she replied, quickly scurrying inside.


Third Person POV

Damon waltzed into the bar, sunglasses still on his face. Pearl really did a good job with that whole thumb-in-eye socket thing. He'd definitely have to use that sometime.

He scanned The Grill, and his eyes landed on a dark haired woman seated at the bar.

Hellooo. He hummed slightly, smirking at his new found prospect.

Damon took a seat next to her, and he felt her head swivel to get a good look at him.

"What's with the glasses inside?" she blatantly asked, and Damon turned his head, staring at her.

She looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place why. Not too bad looking, a bit older for his taste – he preferred his woman in their twenties.

"My eyes were a little sensitive today," He replied smoothly, taking them off his face and tucking them into the top of his shirt.

"You're new around here," she commented, taking a sip of her double-shot.

"On the contrary, I'm very old," Damon smirked at his joke, which only he understood, of course. He gestured to the bartender, he said. "Bourbon, neat."

"I haven't been gone that long. I would remember someone who looked like you." A sly grin tugged at the corners of her mouth, and Damon chuckled.

"Yeah. Where'd you go?"

"Around, about," she said mysteriously, mimicking the vampire's smirk.

This must be Damon Salvatore. She realized. She'd heard about him before, very volatile, impulsive, dangerous, but most importantly, loyal. That'd mean it would be hard – if not impossible – for anyone to get him to betray someone he was friends with or cared about.

Damon raised his glass of bourbon, which had just been sat down in front of him, and tipped it in her direction. "I've been there." He lifted it to his lips and took a long drink.

She studied his demeanor for a second before practically purring, "I love to see a man drown his sorrows. It's so sexy."

"It's more like…nursing my wounds," he gently corrected. "And you?"

"I was supposed to be interviewing for a bar tending job, but I think the manager blew me off," she cocked her head to the side, shrugging.

"Well, that's not very nice," he murmured, and she laughed dryly.

"Yeah, last time I was in town I slept with her boyfriend."

Damon raised an eyebrow, and peered at her. "That's not very nice either."

"It happens." she shrugged.

"Yes, it does." Damon said, as if he knew from experience, and he did.

"Kelly?" a female voice explained, and Damon turned to see Jenna walking up to her. "Kelly Donovan?" she beamed widely and it clicked.

No wonder she looked so familiar, it was that Matt kid's mom.

Huh, why haven't I heard or seen anything about her? Damon wondered, and watched with interest as they hugged.

"I heard you were back in town!" Jenna beamed, and turned to Damon. "She used to babysit me," she admitted, and Damon smiled, wincing when his eyes crinkled.

"And then I used to party with her." Kelly added, giggling.

"This woman is crazy." Jenna laughed, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

"Not as crazy as you!" Kelly shot back playfully.

Jenna placed a hand on her chest, pretending to be hurt. "I'm not anymore!"

"Well sit, drink!" Kelly invited.

Jenna inhaled, the air hissing between her teeth. "Ehh, I shouldn't. I'm more responsible now. Haven't you heard?"

"Well, take a night off! It's good for the soul." she encouraged, taking a seat.

Damon's looked at Jenna, his head propped 'drunkenly' on his hand. "Great for the soul." he mumbled, and Jenna smiled.

Taken a seat, she laughed. "I have a feeling this won't end well."

"It probably won't with Damon around." a British voice drawled, and they glanced back to see Klaus leaning against a column. "Jenna." he smiled charmingly, and his gaze moved to the dark haired woman. "You must be Kelly Donovan," he walked up the steps and took her free hand, kissing it. "Pleasure. I'm Klaus Mikaelson."

She giggled, and took a sip of her drink. "Mmm, pleasure's all mine, Klaus."

He grinned wolfishly, and looked to Damon. "Mind if I join you?"

Damon studied his 'friend'. This would be a good time to try and get into Klaus' head, or even just see if he'd let things slide when he had a few bottles of tequila in him. "Nope." he popped the p, and Kelly batted her lashes, patting the free seat.

"Please, sit down!"

He dipped his head graciously and took a seat.

"What can I get you?" the bartender came up and asked, but Klaus shook his head.

"No thanks mate, I've brought my own." he pulled out a rather large metal flask and opened it, taking a swig.

The smell of blood hit Damon's nose, and he raised an eyebrow. Was that really safe?

"Sorry, sir. I'm afraid that's not allowed here." the bartender informed, and Klaus bristled, turning towards him.

"C'mon mate, just let a man enjoy his personal drink." he murmured soothingly, compelling the bartender.

"Well, all right, but don't let my boss see you," he replied robotically, and Kelly gasped.

"Oh my God. I've known Joey for years and never, not once has he let anyone slide with anything! You really know what to say, huh?"

Klaus smirked at Damon, who was studying him with narrowed eyes.

"I guess it's just my charm, love."

~0~

Caroline's POV

Stefan and I finally arrived at Mystic Grill, where we had promised to meet Elena and Matt at 6 p.m.

"Thanks." I said, as Stefan had zoomed around the car to open the door for me. "What a gentleman," I grinned cheekily, and he smiled, murmuring a quiet "your welcome." in response

"I'm really sorry my friend's playing you like this," I said softly before we entered The Grill. "She used to not be like this, back before we all got 'popular'." I sneered at the word, hating what it had done to countless friendships – not all just my own.

Thousands of girls slept with their best friend's boyfriend, gotten knocked up, partied, ruined their GPAs or even changed who they were, just in hopes of being in the popular crowd. I'd been like that once, but then my mom died and I kind of just shut down for a while.

"You'll have to tell me about that Elena sometime," he responded. "Maybe I can meet her one day," he smiled tightly before opening the door.

I stepped inside, thanking him again for his gesture. "We don't have to do this, you know. We can turn around and go home right now if you want." I looked up into his green eyes, and he shook his head.

"No, Elena seemed like she wanted to try and sort things out when we discussed this. I have to at least give her some sort of chance," he insisted, and swept his hands to the side. "Lead the way."

I walked deeper into the restaurant, and spotted Elena and Matt already seated at a high table, talking.

"Hi guys"! I greeted cheerily when we got closer.

"Hey Caroline, Stefan," Matt smiled, nodding at the both of us. Elena echoed his greeting, and I took a seat next to Elena, leaving Matt's empty seat for Stefan.

I wasn't entirely sure which one he would have preferred if he could have chosen, but it didn't matter now.

After random chit-chat, a waitress came up and took our orders.

"So, Matt, how do you like working here?" I asked Matt, trying to strike up a more relevant conversation then something about the weather.

His baby blues met my blue-green eyes and he smiled. "It's not that bad. Wait staff is pretty good and they can't keep a bartender to save their lives. I actually put my mom up for a job," he laughed after that, and I knew that Ms. Donovan never was in town long enough for anything permanent like that.

"Your mom's back in town?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Yep just showed up. Don't know how long she'll be in town for," he took a drink of his Dr. Pepper.

"How has that been?" Elena asked after a drink of her water. "Having Kelly back?"

"You know," he shrugged. "Same old Kelly. She's trying, I guess."

"Kelly and my mom were best friends growing up. That's how Matt and I first met, we shared a crib together," Elena explained with a smile. "She even dated your dad for a while, Caroline! His name is Bill, right?"

"U-uh. Yeah. I-I didn't know they dated," I stuttered out, surprised by this news.

I couldn't believe Elena knew something about my dad that I didn't! I hadn't even seen a recent picture of him, or even heard from him. Last contact my mom said she had was right after I was born he called, apologizing. I knew he had short blonde hair, a tan face, and blue eyes. I'd seen a picture too, but that was from the early nineties when they were only teenagers.

"Wait, Bill?" Matt asked. "Your dad's name is Bill?"

I nodded slowly. "Yeah, why?"

"I asked my mom where'd she'd been, and she'd said something like, 'oh here and there, you know Bill'," he furrowed his brows.

"You're kidding?" Stefan asked, his eyes wide, like mine.

"No," he said seriously. "I'm pretty sure she said Bill. But it's probably just a crazy coincidence," he chuckled. "But anyways, yeah, Elena and I have known each other our whole lives."

They gazed at one another, and Elena let out a happy sigh. I rolled my eyes at Stefan, and he snickered quietly.

"Oh. My. God," I said, articulating each word. "You've got to be kidding me."

"What?" Stefan and Matt said simultaneously, and I nodded in the direction of the bar.

There sat Jenna, Kelly, Damon and Klaus, all looking a bit tipsy. They were laughing loudly, and I was surprised I didn't hear them earlier.

"Yeah," Stefan chuckled. "I noticed them when we walked in."

~0~

Third Person POV

Fredrick and Beth-Anne slowly crept through the house. They were sick of being trapped in here. Sure, they had television and other 21st century perks, but still, they were ready to go see how much their home had changed in the past century and a half.

"Where are you going?" Harper's normally timid and polite rang through the hallway, full of authority.

"Beth-Anne and I are going out for a bit. Hit the town, kick up our heels." Fredrick explained as simply as he could.

Harper stared at the pair. "We're not supposed to leave. Miss Pearl made that very clear."

The older vampire raised an eyebrow. "You're going to stop me? I didn't think so."

Harper sighed and watched as they walked out of the house without a backward glance.

~0~

"Don't be grumpy," Jenna laughed, her inhibitions already beginning to melt away. "It can't be that bad."

Damon shrugged. "You'd be surprised. My main reason for existence has abandoned me and after today's events, the remains of the shaky ground that I walk on are about to go kaboom." he took a drink. "Let's get hammered."

Kelly grinned, clinking glasses with everyone. "Let's!"

Klaus took a small sip of his glass, his eyes studying Damon over the rim of the glass.

The double-daters moved to the pool table to play a game of pool after they ate their meal.

"At least they're having fun," Caroline murmured to Elena, who kept sending annoyed yet worried glances to the adults.

"They're drunk," she said flatly, her gaze fixated on Jenna. Elena tightened her grip on the pool cue in irritation.

"Ah, let Jenna have some fun!" Matt nudged Elena with his hip and she moved her gaze to her current boyfriend.

"Remember when Elena's parents busted us all here after homecoming?" Matt changed the subject, laughing at Caroline's mortified expression. That had been only her third time drinking, and she was a bit of a lightweight. She remembered flashes of the night, Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert's shocked faces were one of them.

"Oh my God, yes"! Elena laughed so hard she was cackling. "We were wasted!"

Over at the bar, Klaus and Damon met gazes, having heard Elena's cackling. They turned their attention to the group, as Kelly and Jenna were busy telling stories.

Caroline nodded, mirth crinkling her eyes. "I still blame Matt."

Stefan was clearly lost, looking from the girls over to Matt, hoping they'd explain.

"Her parents got seated to the booth next to us," Caroline explained, smiling faintly.

Stefan raised an eyebrow, and Elena and Matt jumped into story mode, reliving the memory.

"I had Elena pretend she was choking so we could get away," Matt explained.

"But Elena's dad's a doctor so he jumped up to save her," Caroline continued, shaking her head.

"Caroline just had to slip on the wet floor. She bit it in front of everyone! Do you remember that, Care?" Elena snickered. "Three stitches, a nasty scar on the back of her head, and a hangover for days."

Stefan forced a smile onto his face. He'd heard from Zach that Caroline had been a bit of a wild animal right before her mom died, but he hadn't heard this story before.

"My dad caught us, and I was grounded from seeing this one for a week!"

Caroline seemed to be a bit embarrassed that Elena had brought up her fall, but she chuckled along with the others.

Damon smirked at the end of the story, and his eyes met Klaus, who also had a grin plastered on his face.

Caroline was headed to the bathroom when Jenna groaned.

"Hide. We're not here." she rubbed her face, and Kelly raised an eyebrow.

"Why? Where'd we go?"

"Children under our care, five o'clock," a guilty look passed over her face. "This is not good."

Kelly turned her head a little, and cursed. "Damn!"

~0~

Caroline's POV

I felt a blush color my cheeks and I chuckled again. "Okay. I'm gonna head to the restroom." I wiped my palms on my jeans, and put my pool cue down. "Elena, you have to go?"

She nodded her head, and said something else softly to Stefan, who pressed his lips together, hiding a smile. I headed towards the bathroom, somehow finding myself making intense eye contact with both Damon and Klaus whom were both staring at me curiously.

~0~

Third Person POV

"Is there anything you aren't good at?" Matt asked.

Stefan chuckled and took his turn, sinking a striped ball into the far pocket. "Double dating with a girl who's practically my little sister," he went again, missing this time. "This is all kind of new to me," he admitted. "I usually keep to myself, I don't always fit in."

"That's because you're that guy," Matt said, and Stefan cocked his head to the side.

"What guy?"

"The guy who seems like he has everything, so the people that don't, kind of run the other way." he explained, trying not to sound offensive.

"Is that what I seem like?" Stefan questioned, watching Matt carefully.

He laughed dryly. "Pretty much."

"Hmm..." he mumbled. "What a dick!"

Matt grinned, happy he hadn't offended Stefan. "Yeah."

Meanwhile in the restroom, Caroline was washing her hands, whilst Elena was fixing her makeup in the mirror next to her.

"So, um," Caroline stated. "What are you doing?"

"What?" she raised an arched eyebrow, peering at her friend in the mirror. "What are you talking about?"

"Isn't the point of this whole thing to show Stefan how much you care about Matt? To try to get him to move on?"

"What, are we hopscotching down memory lane too much for you?" She queried in a monotone voice, staring at her.

"I-" Caroline started to say, and Elena rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'm going back to the guys."

Elena stormed out of the restroom, leaving Caroline behind.

The blonde shut off the water, letting her hands drip into the sink. She scoffed, irritated with the whole situation. Ripping a paper towel out of the dispenser, she dried her hands and threw it into the trash.

Leaning over the sink, she frowned, her forehead creasing deeply.

She huffed out once more before leaving the bathroom.

Walking down the rows, towards the table, a man caught her by the arm.

~0~

Caroline's POV

"Chandra?"

I stopped in my tracks, staring at the man.

"I'm sorry," I said nervously. "You have the wrong person."

He stared at me for a long moment. "My mistake," he let me go, and I went back to the pool table, feeling the man's eyes on my back.

"Matt's cheating," Stefan playfully complained when I arrived.

Matt grinned, laughing softly. "No need, I'm awesome."

I forced a smile onto my face, and I felt Stefan gaze at me curiously. "Everything's okay?" he glanced from me to Elena, who had stormed back early.

"Yep," I turned to face him but mouthed. I need to talk to you. Chandra.

His eyes widened, but he nodded slightly.

We finished our game of pool, and then decided to head back to the Salvatore House to hang out for a while.

In the car, I filled Stefan in on the man who had thought I was Chandra at the raffle, and on the man who grabbed my arm tonight, also calling me Chandra.

"You're just now telling me this?" he asked in disbelief about the first incident.

"I'm sorry!" I responded, parking in my usual space outside the Boarding House. "I didn't want to add to the ever growing pile!"

"The pile of what Caroline?" he growled, and I could tell he was getting angry. "You didn't think this was important enough to tell me – or anyone about? You're just as important to me as Elena!"

I flinched slightly, rubbing my forehead. "I thought- I-" I sighed. "Just with all the Elena-Matt drama, with Ric dying, Chandra and Katherine missing from the tomb, Isobel messing around...I just didn't want to give you anything else to worry about."

He turned to glare out the window. "I thought we were closer, whatever happened to being open with one another? Y'know, like when we first met?"

I didn't answer, and he looked back to me. Seeing my wounded and nervous expression, he sighed.

"So you didn't recognize him? You haven't seen him before?" He asked, and I shook my head, pursing my lips in thought.

"No, there was nothing familiar at all." I described the first and second people to Stefan.

"Hm. Why don't we call it a night?" he asked. "Send Matt and Elena home?"

I gnawed on my lip. "No, the whole point of this night was to have a normal night – to not deal with this stuff. Look, this'll still be here tomorrow, can't we deal with it then?"

He exhaled slowly. "You're sure?"

"No." I said slowly. "I'm not sure. But I don't know what else to do. We have to get through one normal night, at least."

He smiled slightly. "Okay. If it gets worse, I'm going to tell Klaus about it."

"Klaus?" I repeated dumbly. "Why him?" I fidgeted in my seat. "Why would he care?"

"You really can be blonde sometimes," he stared at me, raising his thick eyebrows. "Your resemblance to Chandra."

I opened my mouth to respond, but Matt and Elena pulled in behind us.

"It's them," I announced, not wanting to dive into that conversation anytime soon.

He nodded, unbuckling.

"Wait," I stopped him.

He paused, turning to look at me. "Thanks for doing this with me, it hasn't been too awkward, right?"

Stefan smiled, shaking his head. "It was weird at first, but you're easy to be around, Care."

I blushed slightly, a small smile forming on my face. "Thanks."

We climbed out of the car, greeted the other couple and went inside.

We chit-chatted about how weird it was seeing Damon and Kelly flirting, and then Elena asked. "Do you want to watch a movie or something?"

"Woah!" Matt suddenly explained, and we all turned to see him peering at Stefan's massive miniature car collection. "These are great!"

Stefan scratched back of his neck and smiled. "This is uh...a little hobby of mine."

"I did the entire Mustang series when I was 9," Matt shared, and Stefan smiled.

"You like cars?"

"That's an understatement," Elena grinned.

"Come with me," he said, and went outside. We all trailed behind him, and Elena shot me a questioning look, as if she expected me to know where Stefan was going.

I shrugged, and continued around the building.

~0~

Third Person POV

"So, the thing about cherries, you have to..." Damon flirted, and Kelly shushed him, placing a finger on his lips.

She put a cherry in between her teeth, smirking devilishly.

"Oh my goodness," Damon groaned slightly, and leaned forward, taking the cherry out of her mouth with his mouth. "That's amazing, you were fast."

"That would be my queue to leave," Jenna said awkwardly, looking to Klaus, who seemed to be in his own little world.

Klaus was hunched over, the bar, silent other than the quiet clink of the glass when he set his drink down onto the table.

"See you two new-found lovebirds later," Jenna saluted with two fingers, grabbed her purse, and left.

~0~

Caroline's POV

Stefan walked around the side of the Boarding House, shining a flashlight through the darkness.

He pulled open a small garage I hadn't noticed before, and pulled a string hanging from the ceiling.

"Prepare yourself, my friend." he said as the light came on. He pulled a tarp off a car, and Matt let out a gasp.

"Woah, how do you have this?" he asked, and Stefan shrugged.

"Got passed down through the family," he opened the car door, looking inside.

"Why don't you… I mean… Why don't you drive it?" Matt asked, still staring at the little red car.

"Well, it doesn't run. I mean, it's not that I could figure out," he explained, shutting the car door.

Elena broke the silence. "Why would you keep a car that doesn't run?"

"Be more of a girl right now?" Matt chuckled, and I rolled my eyes at her question, laughing along with him.

"Hey, want to come take a look at this for me?" Stefan asked Matt, popping open the short hood.

"Elena, remember the old Camaro your dad used to have?" Matt asked from behind the hood.

"Of course!" she replied.

I leaned against the garage door entrance, watching the guys talk and gesture quietly to the parts of the engine.

"I built and rebuilt that engine 20 times," he murmured, and Stefan raised an eyebrow.

"Wow."

"I don't like sports cars; they're too hard to make out in," Elena stated, playing with the end of her hair.

"It wasn't that bad," Matt mumbled, glancing at Elena, who blinked and left the garage awkwardly. I trailed after her, shooting a glance at the boys.

"Alright, let's take a look at this bad boy," I heard Matt's voice drift outside. I ran after Elena, whose figure was already going around the side of the house.

~0~

Third Person POV

Jenna stumbled outside the Grill, a loud snap being heard when one of her heels broke.

She grumbled under her breath, and a tall man, the one who had caught Caroline's arm earlier – Frederick – looked at her.

"Need some help?"

She shook her head, stumbling again. "Stupid shoe," she snarled, and he walked over to her.

"Pick up your other foot."

Taking her shoe off her foot, he snapped the other heel off, and handed it back. "Here you go."

"Thank you. I think," she put both feet into the broken shoes and hobbled along.

"Was that Damon Salvatore and Klaus Mikaelson you were with?" he questioned, and she nodded.

"If you wanted to see me, mate, you could've just asked." Klaus sauntered outside, and whistled loudly for a cab, which had just dropped someone off across the street.

"He still live out by Miller Lane?" Frederick asked Jenna, ignoring Klaus' presence.

"Nope!" Jenna informed, popping the p. "He lives in the old boarding house by Wickery Bridge. He's still in there if you wanna say hi." she jerked her thumb to the door, and Klaus was at her side in an instant, ushering her into the cab.

She had already said too much, but Damon was a big boy. He was sure he could handle his little tomb vampire problem all by himself.

~0~

Caroline's POV

"Elena..." I said gently as I came around the corner. She was leaning on the hood of my car, staring down the moonlit sidewalk.

"I don't want to talk about it, Caroline," she grumbled, and I huffed a heavy breath.

"You're being ridiculous."

"No, I'm not. I made this whole thing to see how Stefan would react, and he doesn't even seem to care!" she sniffled loudly. "I don't know what to even do, Care! I want him back, but I really like Matt."

I moved next to her and sighed, remembering my favorite Johnny Depp quote. "If you love two people at the same time, choose the second. Because if you really loved the first one, you wouldn't have fallen for the second." I quoted, and she was quiet for a few long moments.

I heard a car rumble and the small red car pulled into view.

"Piece of cake!" Matt grinned widely and hopped out.

I felt Elena's thoughtful eyes on me, and she smiled. "Stefan, can I ride with you in it?"

"Sure," I turned my gaze to Stefan, who was looking slightly hopeful. "And after we get back, Matt can take it for a spin."

"Really?" asked Matt excitedly.

"Yeah!" Stefan smiled back, and turned to Elena. "Ready, 'Lena?"

She bobbed her head and walked over to the passenger seat, climbing in, shooting a subconscious glance over to Matt.

He smiled at her, and as I studied his expression, I saw something sad tinge his blue eyes.

As the headlights disappeared into the darkness, I smiled at my friend. "Wanna head inside for a bit?"

He didn't respond, still staring out to the end of the driveway.

"Matt?" I said softly, touching his arm.

He jumped, turning to me. "Huh? Oh, yeah, sure Care."

We stood in the kitchen, drinking cups of hot cocoa. Christmas was just next month, and I honestly could say that I was super excited for it. Not just for the gifts and the holiday, but for the break, lights, décor, everything in general.

Stefan and Elena came back a few minutes later, both looking slightly smitten, and Elena said that she wanted to go with Matt as well, and they drove off. When they returned, Matt looked defeated, and Elena still looked torn, but I could tell she had made her decision – Stefan.

~0~

Third Person POV

Damon and a dark haired lady passionately made out in a drunken stupor inside a house.

Suddenly, the front door opened, casting the porch lights across the couple's face.

"Mom?!" Matt exclaimed, his eyes growing as wide as saucers as he took in Damon and Kelly.

"Oh my God, Matt! Oh my God!" Kelly was so embarrassed, she had totally forgotten about her son coming back. If she really wanted to get information for her boss, she'd definitely have to be more careful.

Damon peeled himself off of Kelly, glanced warily at Matt, and dismissed himself from the house without a word.

Mother and son held tense eye contact for a brief moment, before Matt broke away and stormed off to his room.

~0~

Back at the Boarding House, Stefan and Caroline waved goodbye to Elena, who had just backed out of the driveway and headed home. Another vampire stood in the darkness, staring at the girl whom was obviously not Chandra, and Stefan Salvatore.

Perhaps this wouldn't be as easy as he originally assumed.

Caroline and Stefan headed back inside, and found Damon laying on the couch in the parlor, his arm draped over his eyes.

"Why the long face?" Caroline asked, plopping down on the couch across from him.

He groaned, not really answering.

"Tough night?" she continued. "Didn't look so tough when you were flirting it up with Kelly Donovan." she teased, and he sat up.

Caroline immediately noticed that his hair was a mess, and his jacket was a bit crooked. She raised an eyebrow.

"You didn't-" she started, and Damon waved his hand, cutting her off.

"Save the lecture, Blondie. Look-"

A window shattered, and a man – the one who had mistaken Caroline for Chandra – jumped on Stefan, who was standing behind the couch Care was on. Fredrick shoved a shard of glass into Stefan's gut, causing him to cry out. Damon was on his feet in an instant, and hurriedly tugged Fredrick off Stefan. With a free hand, Damon shoved Caroline, who had gotten to her feet, out of the way. She stumbled, but caught herself before she could get close and personal with the hardwood floor.

Another lady arrived, who Stefan knew to be Beth-Anne. Damon and Fredrick still fought in a blur. Stefan and Beth-Anne stared one another down, before Stefan jumped into attack her. Caroline watched with wide eyes as the vampires rolled around on the ground, their bodies moving at their supernatural speed. The next thing she knew, Beth-Anna was on the floor, dead, and Fredrick froze, staring at the girl.

His gaze jerked from Stefan and Damon, to Caroline, who swallowed, nervously taking a step back.

Fredrick fled the scene, leaving the three by themselves.

"Damn it," Damon growled, looking around the parlor, which was honestly a mess.

"They were in the tomb," Caroline mumbled, staring down at the gray vein-y face of the once-alive vampire.

"Yeah...about that," Stefan and Damon gazed at each other for a long time.

~0~

At the Gilbert house, Jeremy sat in his room, staring at Anna.

"Because if it was true, maybe it's true about Vicki. And also because... I want you to turn me," he said quietly, and Anna's eyes widened.