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Caroline's POV

"Jer!" I called, jogging lightly after him.

"Go away Caroline," he called over his shoulder.

"No! Elena just left and you need someone to look after you." I called again and he grumbled, but kept on walking.

I followed him quietly for a good minute or two, when Jeremy exclaimed and ran over to a spot on the ground.

"VICKI?!" He exclaimed and I ran over to him.

There was Vicki, lying on the ground, in a bloodstained shirt.

"Is she…" I asked, my voice cracking. I couldn't bring myself to say…dead.

Jeremy fumbled to find a pulse and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Barely." He reached down and scooped her up.

Vicki groaned softly, and her hair moved to hang in the air. I bit back a loud gasp when I saw a bite mark stand out prominently on her neck.

Vampire!

I cursed under my breath and followed Jeremy, who was practically running, back to the party.

"HELP! CALL 911! VICKI'S HURT!" he called urgently as we made our way back into the clearing.

"Hurry!" I encouraged them, and I saw someone whip out their phone and start dialing.

Matt came rushing forward, his face twisted. "Vicki?" he asked in disbelief.

"What happened?"

I shrugged, frowning. "Jeremy and I heard a scream, and I saw him venture out into the woods and I followed him. We found laying on the ground like this."

His frowned deepened and he brushed hair out of her face.

"The ambulance is coming!" a voice called and Matt yelled back a grateful thank you.

I looked into the crowd, and saw Stefan stare at Vicki's bite mark in horror, before quickly backing away and disappearing into the night.

Elena's POV

I blinked my eyes open, only to clamp them shut again. My head ached, and I coughed roughly, tasting dirty water come up in my mouth.

"She's awake." A female voice said, and I blinked my eyes open cautiously again.

"Hey," a nurse said, smiling down sadly at me.

What happened? Where am I?

I narrowed my eyes and looked around. "How did I get here?" I tried to sit up, but failed.

"Easy there sweetie, you don't want to rip your stitches." She said gently.

I brought my hand to my forehead, and winced when I felt the bandage over the two-inch long gash on the side of my head.

"How did I get here?" I asked again.

The nurse bit her lip and looked down. A tag on her jacket read Linda.

"Linda," I said again, and she met my eyes, tears brimming in them. "Please tell me."

She sniffled and grabbed my hand. "Elena, your parents passed away. Your car drove off of Wickery Bridge."

I stared at her in shock, not believing a single word she was saying.