Previously on Everything Changes:

A strange man appeared in front of me, and I screamed, slamming on my brakes. The person hit my windshield, and I felt my car flip, and I tumbled over and over, glass breaking and metal creaking.

I groaned, my head aching already, glass digging into my arm.

My ears were ringing and my vision was blurred, but I saw the man, the one whom I had just hit, stand up and slowly approach me.

Oh god.

Third Person POV

When Stefan walked into the parlor, he saw that his journal was laying open, and the two pictures, one of Chandra, and the other of Katherine, were laying on the floor.

Had someone seen them?

A car door slamming and the squeal of tires was heard, and he ran to the window. His eyes widened even further when he saw that it was Caroline's car, fleeing the scene.

He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, and called her, sighing in frustration when no one answered.

~0~

Caroline's POV

A shocked scream rose up out of my throat, and I thrashed violently in my seat, trying to get out of the seat and right side up.

Suddenly, the tall figure stopped in his tracks and ran off. Not even a second later, another figure appeared. I squinted my eyes into the dark, trying to calm my racing heart.

I screamed again when Damon's face appeared.

"How ya doing in there?"

I groaned and finally realized that blood was running down my forehead and seeping into my hair. Thankfuly, now that he was here, the fear was mostly gone.

"Damon?" I managed to mumble, and he cocked his head to the side.

"You look...stuck."

I chuckled dryly. "It's my seatbelt." I said, my brain growing fuzzy from all the blood rushing to my head. "I can't...get it."

A wave of emotion washed over me and I started sniffling, despite my head screaming at me to stop being such a baby.

"Shhh. Shhhh. Shh." he said lightly, and he went around the other side, and I craned my head to look at him. "Let me get you out of there. I want you to put your hands on the roof. Can you do that?"

I nodded feebly and extended my arms, wincing.

"Just like that." he encouraged. "You ready?" he counted up to three, and I heard a faint click as the seat-belt was released. "I got ya."

He was surprisingly gently when he raised me out of the wreckage, keeping me clear of any broken glass or other potential harm.

"Are you okay? Can you stand? Is anything broken?"

My brain continued to swim and my heart was fighting to pump blood back into my legs and arms. I heard him call something to...Klaus?...maybe, but when my head was cleared, I didn't see anyone other then us, so thought nothing of it.

"Uh-uh." I mumbled trying to answer at least one of the questions. My vision blurred slightly. I blinked twice, hard, and Damon set me down onto wobbly knees.

I staggered slightly, and fell into Damon. I again felt the blood on my forehead seep down past the corner of my eye.

"Whoa." he said, and he supported my weight. "Klaus, she's fading fast." he called, and his face blurred. I saw Klaus' bright eyes appear, and then they were calling my name. I felt a hand grip my face, and knew they wanted me to focus.

"I look like her..." my eyes widened and then fluttered shut, my body completely worn out.

"What?"

~0~

Third Person POV

Caroline fainted, and Damon and Klaus slowly placed her on the ground.

"Klaus, go move the wreckage, I'll take her back."

He stared at Caroline's face for a moment, and then looked to Damon. They stared at each other before he inclined his head and went to pick up the mess.

Damon brushed his knuckles over her face before picking her up.

"Upsy-daisy." he murmured lowly, and he carried her away.

I look like her...

Her last words danced in his head, and his heart constricted.

Had she seen his pictures?

Or had she seen Stefan's?

Damon was 100% sure he kept his memoirs of Chandra hidden, but he knew Stefan tended to keep pictures of his best friend and of his lover in his diary, right smack-dab in the open. It was likely he left them lying around, and Caroline just happened to stumble onto them.

At this point, he had reached his car and laid Caroline in the passenger seat.

"Please don't bleed all over my seats." he whispered, and buckled her in. He contemplated giving her some of his blood, but knew the fit she threw the last time.

He heard Klaus come up behind him and he turned around. "I'm going to head to Atlanta to talk to Bree, and it's agreed you're going to speak to your...connection... in Chicago?"

Klaus nodded once, and his eyes lingered on Caroline's still unconscious figure.

"She's fine." Damon assured, and Klaus chuckled dryly.

"Would you be so sure?"

He around to look down at her, and he noticed her forehead was still dripping blood.

"You need to give her blood." Klaus scoffed and nipped his wrist, pressing it to her lips.

Caroline grumbled in her unconscious stupor and pushed him away.

Damon laughed. "Even in her sleep, she fights us."

He shook his head and stepped aside. "Fine, you see if she's okay then, Prince Charming."

Damon growled and flipped him off before kneeling next to her. He gently prodded her body for broken bones or internal bleeding, but couldn't find anything.

"She's fine." his blue eyes scanned her forehead, which had scabbed up from the small amount of vampire blood she had consumed.

"Alright then." Klaus pulled her phone out of his pocket and tossed it to him. "Your brother won't stop trying to get a hold of her.

Damon shrugged and turned it off, slipping it inside his jacket pocket. He'd deal with him later.

"See you in a day or so." he waved once and turned around to get into his car.

Klaus stared at his best friend, a tinge of jealousy in his gaze.

He climbed into his car after a moment and drove off, tires squealing.

~0~

Caroline's POV

A bright, warm light woke me from my sleep, and I felt the sun on my face.

I groaned and shifted, wondering why I was a bit chilly.

Hadn't I shut the window last night?

"Morning." Damon's deep voice chimed in and my eyes shot open.

My eyes were met with green rolling hills, and when I looked down I saw Damon's car.

"Where are we?" I asked, looking at Damon in shock.

"Georgia." he replied, shrugging.

I laughed and looked at him again. "Georgia? No, no." I gnawed on my lip and blinked. "No, we're not. Seriously, Damon, Where are we?"

His eyes left the road and met mine for a brief moment. "Seriously, we're-" he gestured outside. "We're in Georgia."

He was silent for a second, and he looked at me again, his searing gaze studying me.

"How ya feeling?"

Last night came washing in, and my sense of confusion and disorientation didn't evaporate.

Why did Chandra and Katherine bear such an uncanny resemblance to Elena and I?

"I...I..." my brows narrowed and my head continued to swirl.

"There's no broken bones, I checked."

I exclaimed at this, my hand lashing out to slap his arm.

"I didn't let Klaus give you any blood either." he continued, and my fingertips felt the gash in my forehead, which had a butterfly-band aid over the scabby line.

"But...my car...and that man..." The man shattering my windshield replayed in my mind.

"Oh my god, Damon, I hit a man! But, he got up and...who was that?"

I looked to him for some sort of explanation. If Logan was dead, and Klaus, Stefan, and Damon were the only vampires...then who was that?

"That's what I would like to know."

I patted my pockets and looked around the car, trying to find my phone.

"Where's my phone?" I turned around in my seat and looked at where we had already gone. "Okay. I really need to get back to Mystic Falls. We really need to get back to Mystic Falls."

When he didn't let up on the gas, or offer an explanation, I continued, more exasperated. "Pull over. I mean it, Damon." I started to panic, and I felt my heart pound nervously in my chest. "Stop the car! Pull over!"

He sighed in annoyance. "You were so much more fun when you were asleep..."

I just had to get out of that car. I could feel a panic attack coming, and I hadn't had one of those since...since my mom died. If there was one thing I didn't want to do, it was have a panic attack, and an attack in front of Damon would be even worse.

He pulled over and I leaped out the car as soon as it was slow enough for me to get on my feet.

"Caroline!" He exclaimed.

I landed into the pokey grass and rolled once, landing on my back, staring up at the blue sky. I sat up, facing the field, running my hands through my hair. My ankle was aching and my head was still pounding, but I felt free, despite being without a phone in the middle of nowhere with Damon.

I heard his door slam shut, and I sensed his hesitation to come over to me. But, after a moment, he was at my side. He crouched down and studied my face.

"Hey." he said gently, and he pushed away my hair to get a better look at me. "Caroline."

I looked at him strangely, not liking the look he had in his eyes. It was almost...tender?...worried?

"I-I'm fine." I sucked in all the clean, cool air I could, pulling my knees to my chest. "Give me a moment." I whispered, and I placed my forehead against my knees.

I knew he was gazing at me, probably confused at my sudden lack of fire, but I didn't care.

After a minute, I felt the strangling feeling leave, and I looked at him. "We have to go back." he took his gaze off the rolling plains and met my eyes.

"Oh, come on." he protested lightly, raising his eyebrows and looking down at me. "We've already come this far, why turn back now?"

"Why are you doing this?" I demanded, getting to my feet, ignoring the intense pain in my ankle, and my weak knees.

He got to his feet too, and I continued. "I can't be in Georgia! I have school...and...and I wrecked my car! I need to go home! This is kidnapping, you know!" I poked him in the chest and glared at him.

"Don't be so melodramatic, Blondie."

I scowled at the nickname, but I had to admit, I was secretly relieved for some peculiar reason he wasn't using my name.

"You're not being funny, Damon. I'm not going to Georgia."

"Well, you're IN Georgia. Without your magical little necklace, I might add. I can very easily make you...agreeable." he just smirked at me, patting his pocket.

My hand flitted up to my neck, and I glared at him when I found that my necklace was indeed no where to be found.

"What are you trying to prove? If you wanted me to be 'agreeable' you would have already done something."

My phone rang, and we met eyes before my hand darted out to rip it out of his pocket. His large hand encircled my wrist and gently pulled it away. He took it out of his pocket with his other hand and was suddenly back at the side of the car, a few feet away.

"That's my phone." I stated dumbly, staring at him.

"Mmmm, it's your guardian angel. I'll take it." he smirked at me.

"Blondie's phone!" he exclaimed to Stefan.

I scoffed, and limped over to him, trying to get it from him. He extended an arm and pushed me away, giving me a sharp glare.

I rolled my eyes, and leaned against the car. My ankle still hurt, so I assumed I sprained or twisted it when I got out, if I didn't do that when I crashed.

"Yes, she's fine." I heard him reply.

He rolled his eyes and his head swung around to look at me. "He wants to talk to you."

I scoffed and shook my head. "Uh-uh."

"Yeah- uh," he smirked. "I don't – I don't really think she wants to talk to you right now." I heard Stefan's loud exclamation on the other hand, and he laughed.

"You have a good day. Mm-hmm. Bye now." and he hung up again.

"Look, no one knows where I am, can I please just go back?"

"Why didn't you want to talk to Stef?"

I scoffed and stared at him. "You should be glad I'm talking to you at all. Now can we please go back?"

"We're almost there anyways." he shrugged nonchalantly.

"Where is there?" I asked.

"A little place right outside of Atlanta. Oh, come on, Blondie." he raised an eyebrow." You don't wanna go back right now. Do you? What's the rush? Time-out. Trust me. Your problems are still going to be there when you get home. Look. Step away from your life for 5 minutes. 5 minutes!"

"My problems are here!" I exclaimed. "I look like your dead girlfriend or lover – or whatever! Why do I look like her? Why does Stefan have a picture of your girl?" I shook my head and shoved my fingers through my hair, cringing when they caught in the dried blood at my scalp.

"That's what I'd like to know." he mumbled, and my head snapped to look at him. "I'm not her, Damon."

He scoffed running a hand through his hair. He nodded. "Obviously."

"Am I gonna be safe with you?" I said, looking down at the car, and touching my neck.

"Yes." he nodded, meeting my eyes.

"You promise not to do that compulsion thing on me?"

He nodded again. "Yes."

"Can I trust you?" I squinted from the sun and searched his face.

He scoffed. "Get in the car. C'mon."

He opened my door and made sure I got in before hopping in on his side.

We drove in silence for about twenty minutes before either of us spoke.

"I don't know why you look like her, Blondie."

I looked at him curiously. "And why does Elena look like Katherine?"

He shrugged. "We don't know. Stefan and I haven't talked much about it, but Klaus has a word for it... Doppelganger."

My brows furrowed. "What's that?"

He shrugged. "Some complicated thing, don't worry about it." he looked at me fully this time.

We drove in silence again.

~0~

Third Person POV

"Bonnie." Stefan greeted, walking over to her.

She smiled slightly, but he knew he made her slightly uneasy. "Stefan..."

"Hey." he smiled, and she smiled again, more real this time.

"Hi."

"I haven't seen you lately, how are you doing with everything?"

She tensed up, and replied. "I'm fine, it's all fine." she shifted weight awkwardly.

"Good. Yeah." Stefan smiled, and looked around.

"Are you back in school?"

He shook his head. "No...uh, actually I came here to find you. I was hoping you could help me with something...a spell."

"Stefan, look, I know Elena and Caroline are mostly okay with all of this, and I appreciate what you did to help me. But I'm not really ready to dive into it with you just yet."

He nodded, always a gentlemen. "I understand that. But I need your help. It's Elena and Caroline. Caroline's with Damon, and I can't find Elena anywhere. I have Elena's necklace." he held up an old necklace Bonnie had only seen her wear a few times. "And I have Caroline's jacket." he held up her cardigan. "I was just hoping you could use this to make some sort of a connection. I just need to know that they're okay."

She chewed on her lip. "How do you know that I can do this?"

"Because I've known a few witches over the years. I've seen what they can do." he explained, and she nodded.

"I'm still new at it..."

They walked over to a picnic table and sat down. "It's okay. Give it a shot?"

She nodded and grabbed Elena's necklace first, closing her eyes.

After a moment, she furrowed her brows and tried with the cardigan.

"There's nothing. Nothing's happening. Usually there's an image or... tell me if anyone's looking..."

Stefan nodded.

Bonnie caught a leaf and tried to get it to float, but nothing happened.

"Something's wrong."

"What is it?" he asked looking concerned.

"There's something wrong with me." She stood up abruptly, grabbing her things. "I have to go. I'm sorry, Stefan. I can't help you." she walked away quickly, and Stefan stared after her, looking crestfallen.

What was he going to do now?

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Caroline's POV

"So, where's my car?" I asked after a few more minutes.

The radio's dj blabbed on in the background, and I turned it down. "Damon."

He sighed and rolled his head to look at me. "Klaus moved it to the side of the road. Don't worry, no one will bother it."

"Won't someone see it?" I raised an eyebrow and he shrugged. "Nah."

"What about that man in the road...was he a...?"

Damon cut me off with a nod. "From what I could tell, yeah. I mean, humans can't get hit with a car and then suddenly get up and walk away." he rolled his eyes as if my question was a burden to him and I sighed.

"You didn't know him?"

"If I've never met him, I wouldn't know him. I mean, it's not like we all hang out together at the Vamp Bar & Grill."

"You don't?" I asked sarcastically.

He came to a stop, and I looked around and realized we must be where 'here' was.

"Where are we?" I craned my neck to look out the window, and sighed. "Damon, they won't let me into a freaking bar. I'm not old enough."

He shrugged and got out of the car, and I followed suit.

"Sure they will." he smirked knowingly. And we walked in.

Great, just great.

A dark skinned lady, whom was serving people at the bar, glanced up when we walked in. We took a seat at the bar and she looked back down, but her head shot up again, her eyes alight.

"No, no, it can't be!" her voice had a southern twang to it. "Damon. My honey pie." she grinned and grabbed Damon's face, kissing him.

I looked away awkwardly, taking in my surroundings.

The bar was slightly dark, with red bar stools lining the bar and a few booths against the wall of the entrance.

"Listen up everybody!" she shouted, and my attention was turned back to them. "Here's to the man that broke my heart, crushed my soul, destroyed my life, and ruined any and all chances of happiness!" she slammed down three shot glasses onto the table and poured some sort of alcohol into them.

"Drink up!" she said, and raised her glass into the air.

Damon was doing the same, and I shot a glance over my shoulder to see everyone else was holding up beer bottles, or shot glasses as well.

They all took a swig of their drink, and Bree and Damon both exhaled, with an "Ahhh."

I noticed Damon's hand sneak across the table and he drank mine, his eyes dancing. He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

Bree sat her glass down, and turned her attention to me. "So, Blondie. How'd he rope you in?" She poured me another shot, waiting for me to respond.

Damon laughed at the nickname she seemed to pick up on.

I laughed. "No way, I am not roped in." I shook my head. "Not even in a million-"

"Honey, if you're not roped, you're whipped." she chuckled, not caring she cut me off. "Either way, just enjoy the ride." She smiled and poured more alcohol for me.

And again, Damon drank it for me.

"Okay..." I said slowly. "How did you two meet?" I rested my elbows on the table, and placed my fists under my chin, looking at the both of them. I found them to be a strange ex-couple, because even though she seemed to be fiery and outgoing, she didn't seem to be his type.

"College." she replied, smirking at Damon.

He smirked back, obviously thinking of whatever memory she was.

I pictured Damon in college and blinked twice.

What? College? No way.

I stared at Damon incredulously. "You went to college? You, Damon Salvatore? Uh-uh. No way." I laughed, shaking my head.

She nodded. "Yep. About 20 years ago, when I was a sweet, young freshman, I met this beautiful man, and I fell in love." She leaned closer, lowering her voice, her eyes fixated on Damon's blue ones. "And then he told me about his little secret, made me love him more. Because, you see, I had a little secret of my own that I was dying to share with somebody."

She bit her lip and grinned, and I felt Damon's warm breath against my ear.

"She's a witch."

I shivered, despite my urge not to, and simply nodded.

"Changed my world, you know."

He smirked wider. "I rocked your world."

I coughed, and swallowed awkwardly.

"He is good in the sack, isn't he?" She smirked at me, and I raised my eyebrows.

"Uh-"

"But mostly he's just a Walk-Away Joe." she interrupted again.

So much for 'southern hospitality'... I thought.

"So," she said, staring at Damon, and it was then I noticed something in her eyes.

Was she not happy to see him like I thought? Was she pretending?

"What is it that you want?"

~0~

Third Person POV

Bonnie sat inside her Gram's house, looking through some of her old spell books. Now that she knew her Grams wasn't crazy, she was intrigued at the number of books she had on spells. It was almost too many to count.

"Thank god you're back." Bonnie exclaimed when her Grams walked in her front door.

Grams raised an eyebrow. "And hello to you too, what's the matter?"

Bonnie gnawed on her lip before admitting, "My powers are gone, Grams. I can't do anything, even when I concentrate. And there's nothing in in any of these books that can tell me how to get them back." A note of terror was in her voice, and Grams held up her hands, sitting next to her on the couch.

She rubbed soothing circles on her back. "Hang on now, just calm down. Tell me what happened."

Bonnie's brows furrowed, and she was reminded of the promise she made to her friends. "I can't" she shook her head urgently, and Gram's furrowed her brows.

"We keepin' secrets now?"

She sighed and looked down. "I have to. I'm sorry. I promised. Please, help me."

Grams nodded after a moment and took the book out of Bonnie's lap. "Well, first of all, there's nothing in any of these that's gonna help you. If you're blocked, it's in here." She tapped her granddaughter's forehead.

"You gotta clear it out, and then you're back in business."

Bonnie mirrored Gram's previous expression, her forehead creased. "Clear what out."

Grams stood up and looked down at her, her eyes wide. "Whatever's got you so scared..."

~0~

Caroline's POV

"Here." Damon said, sliding my phone to me. "Go call Stefan, he won't leave me alone." he rolled his eyes and I nodded, taking my phone with a glare and stomping outside.

I called Stefan back.

"Damon, if you even-" Stefan threatened and I sighed.

"It's me, Stefan."

"Caroline." He sighed. "Is Elena with you?"

My mouth dropped open, slightly offended. "I'm fine, thanks for asking. And no, she's not."

He didn't reply for a moment. "Sorry. I can't find her anywhere, and neither can Bonnie. Where are you?"

"I'm fine Stefan. I'll be home soon."

I hung up, rolling my eyes. He didn't even care about me, only wanted to know if little Elena was okay. Wow. Just wow.

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Third Person POV

Inside the bar, Damon was listening into the conversation. When he asked her about Elena, he furrowed his brows.

Why would Elena be with them?

A/N:

Hope you enjoyed the long chapter! I worked hard on this, and actually tried to re-read it and check for errors. I have to do homework, so I couldn't check it that well...maybe I need a beta?

I'm tempted to write a one-shot of this chapter, with Klaus taking Caroline instead of Damon for those of you who are Klaroline shippers. It would be just what would happen if it was Klaus instead of Damon, but it wouldn't actually happen in EC...would anyone like this?

Also, do you all think I'm sticking close to vampire Caroline's personality? I'm trying my best!

Thanks for all the support! xx