Third Person POV

Damon walked into Stefan's bedroom, and smirked slightly when he saw Vicki laying on his little brother's bed, earphones in her ears. He could hear the song clearly, and he briefly wondered how it didn't hurt her sensitive newborn ears.

"What are you doing?" he asked once Vicki was aware of his arrival.

She shrugged and sat up. "Just contemplating the next..." she sighed. "Oh, hundred years." her slender legs swung over to the side of the bed and she stared curiously at Damon. "Why did you do it?"

The raven haired man's face twisted into a confused frown. "I was...bored." he shrugged to himself, trying to persuade both Vicki and himself.

Scoffing, she exclaimed, "You did this to me out of boredom?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Ah, it's one of the pitfalls of eternity." she nodded sympathetically and groaned, standing up. "Now I'm bored." she groaned again, ever the drama queen. "And all I can think about is blood. I just want some blood. I can't think about anything else. Elena's blood, Matt's blood, Caroline's blood." she smirked and it was unseen by Vicki, but Damon's fist clenched in instinctive anger at the mention of the blonde's name. He even managed to surprise himself, and a flicker of emotion escaped through the emotion wall he had thrown up so many times in his mind.

"What is that about?" Vicki's annoyed voice broke Damon out of his stupor and he forced another smirk on his face.

"That'll ease up. You've just been cooped up all day. Let's go!" anyone in their right mind could see idea after idea trickling through Damon's overly creative brain, and he finally decided on a simple destination.

"Where?" her voice echoed as they walked down the stairs and towards the front door.
The green-eyed sibling stalked forwards as his elder brother said, "Your life was pathetic. Your afterlife doesn't have to be." he smirked, but it fell seconds later when he met the younger's intense glare.

"What are you doing?"

Vicki rolled her eyes behind Damon, getting a bit annoyed with Stefan's counselor like attitude. He was nice and all, but she preferred Damon.

"She's been cooped up in your room all day. She's not Anne Frank." Damon explained, shrugging.

"No...no." Stefan mumbled, and then shook his head, looking frantically to Damon and then to the girl. "Hey hey...now's not the time for this."

"If you're gonna teach her. Teach her." his jacket clad shoulders shrugged. "Show her what it's all about." Damon said.

Stefan huffed and rubbed his temples, glancing at Vicki warily. "She could hurt someone."

The elder chuckled and shook his head. "I'm not taking her to Disneyland. We're going in the front yard. Come on." nudging Stefan out of the way, the two of them went out the front door and into the night.

"Bad idea, Damon!" Stefan called to the pair from the doorway. After a moment's hesitation he came outside and stood behind Vicki, whilst his brother stood in front of her, his normal arrogant smirk plastered on his face. "She's a vampire, Stefan." he said it like it was obvious to everyone. "She should know the perks."

Vicki was obviously interested at that remark. "Like what?"

Damon tilted his head to the side and thought for a split second. A smirk spread across his face, and he said, "Like-" but he was gone a second later, and he appeared behind a baffled Vicki, who looked around in awe. Damon tapped her shoulder and right as she was turned around, he went in front of her again.

"Whoa! How did you do that?" she grinned ear to ear, and Damon grinned back, ignoring his party-pooper of a brother.

"Come on Vicki, live a little. No pun intended."

She chewed on her lip for a moment before grinning and running away into the woods.

Damon gaped at her quickly receding figure and looked to his brother, who was furious. Rubbing the back of his neck, he mumbled. "Uh...my bad."

Meanwhile, Vicki had just came to a halt in the driveway of her home. She smiled, seeing that the light was on, and with pep in her step, she went to the front door. She couldn't open the door, or even go past the threshold. She scowled and called out her brother's name. "Matt?"
A few seconds later, she saw the door swing open to reveal Matt, looking confused. "Vicki?" he called, peering out onto the dark porch. "Is that you?"

The girl in question took a tentative step forward and smiled. "Hey."

Her brother's face visibly softened and he smiled. "Get in here." he took a step back, giving her room, and she didn't move, not understanding why she couldn't go inside.

He groaned in frustration and stepped outside, pulling his sister to his chest and grinned ear-to-ear, hugging her tightly. Vicki grinned in response and sighed, but stiffened at the smell of the blood whooshing through his veins. "In a minute, I..." she trailed off, not knowing how to explain her predicament to him.

He frowned deeply, looking crestfallen. "Please come inside." at those words, Vicki felt something deep within her click, and she took a step inside. "I've been worried. Thank God you're okay. Where were you, Vic?" she had prepared herself for the barrage of questions on the quick run over here, and she scowled.

"It's no big deal." she sat down on the stool in the small kitchen. "Just drop it already."
His face was covered in a shocked expression. "Three people were murdered in the woods and the cops were looking for you! They wanna question you!"

Poor Matt couldn't understand why his sister was so careless about what had happened over the past few days, and he wouldn't understand for quite sometime.

"They know where I live." she shrugged, swinging her feet idly.

"Everyone was worried about you." he said again, and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm back now. Just let it go."

Matt, always the stubborn one, gaped at her. "Are you kidding? I had a freakin' search party out lookin' for you while you were off on your crazy drug trip, and you want me to just let it go?!"

"My head hurts!" she whined, laying it down on the table for a brief second before sitting back up.

"You think?" was all Matt could say before the doorbell rang.

He groaned and walked to the door, and opened it to reveal Stefan outside, looking very upset.

Vicki sat in the kitchen, and once she heard Stefan wanted to see her, she immediately said, "Don't let him in. I don't want him in here!"

Her brother's voice got a protective tone, and she repeated her command again. "No, I just don't want him in here."

After a moment, the door was shut on Stefan's face, and he groaned, turning around to call Caroline.

"Hello?" she answered after the fourth ring.

"Hey." he greeted, trying to not sound too worked up as he walked down the street, headed towards the town. "What are you doing?"

Caroline didn't respond for a moment, and he knew her gears were turning in her head. His voice must have been too normal, the question too normal.

"Stefan..." she said quietly, and he heard a door shut in the background. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, nothing." he mumbled. "But hey, do you think you could persuade Elena and Jeremy to go with you to the Halloween party thing tonight?"

"Uh." she started. "I guess, I mean, we were planning on going anyways, but I can ask Jeremy. I'm sure he'd like a break from all the Vicki drama."

Stefan started to agree, when Caroline cut in again. "Wait...she is...handled, right?"

"Yeah, about that..." he trailed off sheepishly and quickly explained the situation to Caroline, and asked her to warn Elena, but instructed either of them to not get too worked up about it.

A sigh was heard on the other line before she agreed, and hung up.