6/12/20 revised for plot holes and grammar etc
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.
"She's okay, I think." 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 her lying 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.
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.
"What?" I managed to mumble, my heart racing. The monitor beeped quickly along with my heart, and she placed a hand over mine.
"Honey, you need to calm down." she said softly, and I looked up at her face. She had kind hazel eyes and long brown hair.
"How am I even here?" my mind was racing and I thought back as far as I could. The last thing I could remember was...my car driving off the bridge and the water filling up.
My tears kept pouring down my face.
"How am I alive?" I asked again, looking up at her still.
The nurse furrowed her brows. "I-I don't know."
Caroline's POV
I walked into the boarding house with blood-stained hands. I shut the door and turned on the hallway light, my heart jumping in my chest when I saw Damon leaning against the entrance into the living room with a glass of bourbon in his hands.
"Gosh Damon, do you have to stand there in the dark, all creepy like?" I grumbled as I put my keys back in my purse.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do." he smirked. "I'm waiting for Stefan. I want to see how he did with a bleeding human lying about."
I gaped at him in disbelief. "You did that to Vicki? Why?"
He simply smirked and turned around to walk back into the living-room.
I groaned and followed him.
"I never said I did." he refilled his glass and I rolled my eyes. Such an alcoholic.
"Yeah, but you never said you didn't!" I pointed out. "Did you hurt my...friend or not?"
He rolled his eyes and turned on the lamp near the liquor cabinet.
"Since when are you and Vicki Donovan friends?" he sat down on the couch and looked at me curiously.
I was still standing in the door frame where he was moments ago.
"Don't change subjects, Damon." I snapped. "I don't have time for your games, I'm going to bed." I turned back around to go up the stairs.
I heard an all familiar whoosh and cringed. He appeared in front of me and cocked his head to the side, an evil glint in his eyes.
"Leaving so soon, Blondie?"
I glared up at him, not in the mood for his games.
"Yes."
I walked around him and ran up the stairs, feeling his piercing blue eyes on my back.
I went into my room, shutting the door.
I slumped against the door and fear coursed through my veins like ice.
Damon did that to Vicki...and he doesn't even seem to care! He's a heartless monster! Why can't he be more like Stefan in the sense of kindness and humility?
I looked down at my bloodstained hands and cringed again.
Running into my bathroom, I stripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower. I stayed in until the water was long past warm, trying to scrub my body clean of this night's events. But I knew deep down, that that was impossible.
I climbed out once the water was unbearable and Zach banged on my door, asking if I was okay and that I needed to turn the water off.
I towel dried my hair and did my usual nighttime routine, which consisted of acne wipes, hydrating spray, and a thin layer of lotion.
I pulled on my black and white polka-dotted pajamas and climbed into bed.
Third Person POV:
Stefan walked into his house, a frustrated look on his face.
"Hello, brother." Damon said, stepping out of the shadows.
He was in the same place as before.
Stefan stared at him and scowled. "Were you the one that attacked Vicki Donovan tonight? Are you trying to expose us?"
His older brother laughed. "What makes you think I did that?"
"You left her alive you know." Stefan continued, ignoring Damon's question.
"I'm well aware that the girl's heart was still beating when I left her." A smirk drifted across his face and Stefan's scowl deepened.
"Why?" Stefan growled, and Damon simply shrugged.
He whooshed away and Stefan cursed under his breath, mumbling something that one shouldn't hear or say at any age.
Elena's POV
I woke in the middle of the night, all alone in the silence. My room was dark and quiet, other than the slow quiet beeping of the heart monitor.
I turned in my lumpy bed and pushed the call button. The nurse came in a few seconds later.
"Are you okay Miss Gilbert?" it wasn't Linda this time. It was an older lady with short gray hair and wise brown eyes.
I nodded. "Why am I here? Like what's wrong with me? Nothing hurts or anything so..."
I was in a bad mood, and I really wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare.
Stupid nurse. I scowled as she slowly walked over to the clipboard hanging on the door.
She scanned through my file and looked up at me.
"It says here that we're keeping you for a few days to make sure you don't have internal bleeding or any head trauma. We still can't figure out how you got out. Do you have any idea how you did?" she looked at me curiously.
I shook my head and winced slightly. "I don't remember anything after my car going into the water."
She studied my face.
"Okay, well if that's all you need, then I'm going to back to my station. Call me if you need anything else dear."
I told her I would and thanked her. I may be a bit conceited at times but I was always kind to older people, when I could help it. That's what my mom taught me, and I've always tried my best to do so.
My mom.
My heart squeezed sadly and I rolled over in my bed and clutched one of the flat pillows to my chest. Sobs wracked my chest and I cried uncontrollably through the night for who knows how long. I fell asleep crying and I had a sickening feeling that I would wake up with puffy eyes.
The only question on my mind during the night was this.
Who rescued me and why?