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Previously on Everything Changes...

Empty blood-bags were everywhere, strewn across the floor, on his bed, even in his lap. Stefan was sitting on the floor, his face partially vamped out, sucking viciously from another blood-bag.

My breath caught nervously in my throat, and his head swiveled to stare at me.

"Uh." I backed up. "Sorry!" I ran back to my room, locking the door behind me.

This could not be good. I thought, plopping down on my window seat.

My mind racing, I pulled out my favorite pen and began to write in my journal.

Caroline's POV

Dear Diary,

It turns out that the tomb vampires did kidnap Stefan like Damon suspected...Damon, Alaric, Klaus, Elena and I rescued him this afternoon.

Frederick attacked Stefan, and from what I've heard, he almost died. Elena gave him some of her blood and I think it might have made him loose control. You'd never believe what I found not even five minutes ago. There were blood-bags everywhere in Stefan's room. There had to be at least twenty of them! I'd never seen anyone – not even Damon drink as many as that at once. I'm worried, Diary, what if he can't stop? I'm going to call Damon, wherever the hell he is, and tell him. I need to let Zach know too...

Poor Matt found Vicki's body when he was getting my car for me.

Sheesh, today has just been a terrible day for everyone I guess.

Someone – I'm assuming Stefan, knocked on my door.

"Caroline?"

Stefan's knocking, I better go.

Wish me luck...

Caroline

"Stefan?" I got up off my seat, and went to the door, but didn't open in. "I'm going to bed, Stefan. We can talk in the morning."

I heard him sigh heavily, before his footsteps faded.

Going back over to my bed, I picked up my phone off my nightstand.

Damon Salvatore →

I found Stefan in his room w/ about 20 empty blood bags... I'm worried about him, Damon – should I be?

Send.

I slipped out of my room quietly, and padded down the hall, past Stefan's door to Zach's room, which was at the very end.

I knocked twice, and went inside after hearing a soft,

"Come in."

Zach was sitting on his black sofa on the left wall. His room was designed a lot like Stefan and Damon's, only his was more modern and fit to his quiet personality.

It looked like he had just got back from work because he was still in his black slacks and white polo, tie hanging loosely around his neck.

I sat down on the small chair across from him and gave him a quiet run down on what had gone on. I usually kept him in the dark, on a need to know basis, because that's what he preferred. The less he knew, the better, he'd said.

"I know Uncle Stefan has fallen off the rails in the past, but I never knew he had this little control over it." he chuckled dryly, taking off his tie completely. "We're still here, so he must have some control." he added, almost as a sour after thought.

I nodded, and sat in silence.

"Oh, your uncle contacted me this afternoon." Zach said.

My uncle?

"Uncle?"

"Yeah, your dad's brother." Zach furrowed his eyebrows. "Ezra?"

I thought back to my mom, and wondered if she had ever mentioned him. I knew she had said something about Dad having a brother, but it was clear they didn't get along very well.

"I knew I had an Uncle, but him and Mom didn't get along, from what I remember."

Zach nodded slowly. "He mentioned you might not remember him. Anyways, he's going to be stopping by in about two weeks to visit you."

"Oh?" I frowned.

Why would he want to suddenly have a part in my life now? It's been almost six months since Mom died...

"Yeah." He got up and started getting pajamas out of his dresser. "I just figured you deserved a head's up."

I nodded slowly, absorbing the new information. "Alright, I guess."

His grandfather clock rung lowly as the clock struck 11 p.m.

"Well, I better get to bed," I smiled slightly, standing up. "I let Damon know what was going on with...y'know..."

Zach nodded once, and I left the room.

~0~

I woke up late the next morning, my sleep schedule clearly messed up.

Cursing, I leaped out of bed, and got into the shower. Once I was out, I finished getting ready for school, and stumbled down the stairs.

"Gooooood morning, Blondie," Damon greeted with a smirk, a mug of something in his hand.

"You didn't get back with me last night," I told him, wiggling my phone in the air.

"I was busy," he mumbled, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Being drunk at the Grill is not an excuse Damon. Your brother, Stefan, is obviously struggling. You ought to at least try to care."

I picked my backpack up off the floor, heaving it over my shoulder.

He studied me intently, not saying anything.

I stared right back. Trying to get him to stop being so stubborn was like trying to break up concrete with a pillow – it was just impossible.

I huffed in exasperation. "Whatever, I gotta go to school."

~One week later~

Third Person POV

Music blaring, Stefan did his 500th pull up on the bar situated between two posts in his bedroom.

He jumped down, beginning to go down into push-up form when Damon entered.

"Could you turn it up a little bit? It's not annoying yet."

"Sorry," Stefan said, though it was obvious from his tone of voice he didn't mean it.

Stef had been avidly working out and avoiding Caroline, Elena and Zach for the past week. He didn't want to endanger any of them until he knew he was back in control.

The music suddenly stopped, and Stefan growled in annoyance, beginning to furiously pump his body up and down.

1...2...3... he counted in his head.

"When are you going back to school?" Damon asked, taking a sip of blood.

Stefan could distinctly smell it, and his throat tingled the longer Damon was here.

"Soon." He grit out.

11...12...13...

"Oh, come on!" Damon nudged his brother's shoulder with his foot. "Just drink already. This self-detox is just not natural, and you know it."

Damon sat the drink on the low coffee table next to Stefan.

Stefan growled again, still counting.

22...23...24...

"Can you take that away from me please?" He barked, pausing for a brief moment to tear his eyes away from the glass.

"How long did it take you to wean yourself off it the last time you indulged?" Damon continued.

Stefan's biceps began pumping again, as he returned to his pushups, more fervently this time.

Damon clicked his tongue, and picked up the glass, taking a swig. "Ooo, that's not good."

"I'll be fine," Stefan retorted between heavy breaths. "It just takes a little bit of time."

"I don't get it," Damon plopped down on the sofa across from where the other was still doing push-ups. "Y'know, you don't have to kill to survive. That's what blood banks are for. I haven't hunted in...God, way too long."

"Oh," Stefan said through clenched teeth. "I'm impressed."

40...41...

"It's completely self-serving. I'm trying to get the town off the trail of vampires which is not very easy considering that there is an entire tomb of them running around."

Stefan grunted as he pulled himself to his feet. Crossing his aching arms, he said, "And what are we planning on doing about that exactly?"

Damon raised his eyebrows, staring pointedly at Stefan. "We aren't going to be doing much of anything if you don't have your strength, Stef. There's nothing wrong with partaking in a healthy diet of human blood from a blood bank. You're not actually killing anyone."

Caroline, whom had been drifting outside for quite some time, knocked twice on the door frame before making herself known.

"He's got a point, Stefan." Care smiled slightly, her eyes drifting over her friend's body, which had gotten noticeably stronger. "I know you don't have control over your...urges...but maybe you could work on them? I mean, you always say how you aren't as strong as Damon, but-"

"I have my reasons, Caroline." Stefan cut her off tersely, crossing his arms and walking away from Damon, who had gotten closer to him as he'd spoke.

She opened her mouth to retort before sighing, walking in farther.

Damon plopped down into Stefan's armchair, and smirked expectantly. "Well, what are those 'holier than thou' reasons? You know, we've never actually discussed this. I'd – I'd love to hear this story." He crossed his arms and waited.

"He's really enjoying this, I see." Caroline frowned, placing a hand on Stefan's shoulder.

He flinched away, and heat rushed to her cheeks. Stepping away, she sighed. "Sorry."

"Very much so." Damon smirked wider, clapping his hands. "Take a seat, Blondie, it's story time!"

Caroline glanced hesitantly at the two brothers, before going to stand behind Damon's chair.

"I hate to break it to you Damon...but I actually have it under complete control."

Damon clenched his jaw, craning his head to stare up at Blondie. "You do?" he hummed lowly, grabbing her wrist.

"Damon!" Caroline exclaimed in surprise.

"So, you can just carry on, making the rest of us look bad? You're saying that this doesn't bother you?"

Damon picked up the glass and poured a few drops of blood across Caroline's bare wrist.

The blonde cringed, still trying to pull away from his tight grasp.

Damon stared at his brother, who had been staring at Caroline with a dark, conflicted glint in his eyes. Stefan tore his gaze away, and went back to the pull up bar. Damon's blue eyes flitted up to Caroline's. Slowly, he brought her wrist to his lips. His cold lips kissed away the two streaks of crimson blood off her warm skin, causing shivers to run down her back.

He got up off the couch then, releasing her. She scoffed angrily, cupping her wrist and leaving the room. Her cheeks had been a bright pink, and Damon's signature smirk continued to plaster his face.

"Have a great day, Stefan." He left the room, the glass lingering on the table.

After a moment, he entered. "Oops. Almost forgot something."

Taking the glass, he took a long drink, relishing the taste. "See ya around, brother."

He departed the room for the final time that morning.

~0~

Caroline's POV

After cleaning off my arm, feeling thoroughly violated; I grabbed my purse off my bed, jogging downstairs.

"Bye, Zach! I'm headed off to school!" I called down the hall, knowing he'd probably in the kitchen or dining room, eating his breakfast.

Zach popped into the entryway by the kitchen. "See ya, Care, have a great day in school!"

I waved to him before opening the door.

"Caroline!" a man exclaimed, his arm raised to knock.

My gaze drifted up to stare into the dark blue eyes of the man in front of me.

"Hi?"

"Oh," he chuckled. "That's right. We've never met..." he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Sorry. Ezra. I'm your uncle..."

I blinked, trying to remember his face.

He was tall, towering above me. He was at least six feet. His hair was a dark blonde, and I could see the slight resemblance from pictures of my father. He had a mustache and beard, a bit darker than his blonde hair. He was definitely younger than my dad, at least by fifteen or so years.

Uncle Zach had reminded me he'd be stopping by! I recalled, and I forced a smile on my face.

"Yeah, hi. Sorry, I wasn't expecting you. Zach mentioned you'd stop by, but..." I trailed off, shifting my bag to the other arm.

"No, no, it's my fault. I should have let you all know I'd be here this morning."

Zach walked up behind me, and extended his hand. "You must be Ezra. I'm Zach, Care's godfather."

They shook hands, smiling politely.

"Are you sure we haven't met before?" I asked when I shook his hand next. I instantly got a bizarre vibe off of Ezra. I couldn't place it, but it was...unusual. It was like déjà vu mixed with the paranoid feeling you get when you know you're being watched.

"I came to your mother's funeral." He explained. "I couldn't stay long, but I was in the back. I didn't want to intrude."

"You two didn't get along, right?" I asked, and he chuckled again, nodding.

"Yeah..."

"So, do you have a place to stay, Ezra?" Zach asked, ushering him inside.

"Oh, yeah, I'm staying at a hotel in town." Ezra informed, craning his neck to look around the Boarding House.

"Nice place you've got here," he said, smiling at Zach.

"Oh, thank you," Zach replied, dipping his head.

"Alright," I said, glancing at the grandfather clock. "I better head off to school."

"Okay Caroline, I'll stop by this afternoon and perhaps we can go to dinner, catch up."

I grinned, nodding. "Sure, I'd like that."

The thought of getting know my uncle – and perhaps even finding out more about my dad – excited me. Mom wouldn't talk much about him, said that he left us, and it wasn't worth the time or tears talking about him.

As I drove to school and as I sat through my classes, I couldn't wait to get out and learn more about my dad's side.

When Bonnie, Elena and I walked to our cars, Elena piped up.

"So my Uncle John showed up today," she announced, rolling her eyes.

"Really? How long is he staying?" Bonnie asked, fishing her keys out of her pocket.

"He said his trip is 'open ended'."

I made a face. "I never really liked that guy." I admitted, and they laughed.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure the feeling's mutual, Care."

"Well, you know that I'm here for moral support if you need me," Bonnie said with a smile.

"My uncle appeared out of the blue too," I told them. "My dad's brother. He said he came to Mom's funeral, but I don't remember seeing him."

The two girls' eyes widened. "I never knew he had a brother!"

"Yeah, nor did I. I guess he contacted Zach last week, wanting to get to know me and stuff."

"We're all here for each other, you know," Bonnie said, giving me a slight hug.

"Yeah," Elena agreed, smiling. "Hey, so have you seen Stefan? How is he doing?"

Bonnie made a face, and said goodbye, getting into her car. I could tell she was still touchy on the Stefan subject...

"He's doing okay, I think. He's been avoiding me – Zach too – I... I found him in his room the night after we rescued him with blood-bags everywhere. He's been exercising and drinking a lot, Damon said it helps with the cravings, so I guess he's recovering." I unlocked my car, smiling tightly. "I guess we should just give him time."

Elena groaned, and got into her car.

"Don't forget about that paper due in English, Care." she reminded me, and I cursed under my breath.

"Shoot, yeah, thanks! I better go back and get my binder."

Elena backed out of her spot, and sped off.

I groaned, trudging back into school to get my binder.

When I opened the door that led into the hall of lockers, I heard someone call my name.

"Care!"

I turned around, before looking ahead of me to see Matt walking towards me.

I headed towards him – and my locker.

"I never got to tell you thanks," He said gratefully as he got closer. "Just...thanks...for everything, Care. At- at Vicki's funeral, and memorial. I couldn't have done it without you."

I smiled, pulling my locker door open. "Of course Matt. That's what friends are for."

There was a long pause, and I put my binder in my bag and shut my locker.

"So, is Angelica still baking for you guys?"

Angelica was Matt's rebound girl, of sorts. She was on the school's volleyball team, and was a very upfront and vocal brunette. I'd had a few classes with her in the past, and we'd talked, but we weren't exactly friends.

"She finally went to her grandma's in New Jersey." He chuckled. "Any more meatloaves, and I was going to puke." he paused. "I think my mom was going to strangle her if she dropped by one more time."

I laughed again, knowing how overbearing people could be. She'd done the same thing for me when Mom died, but I'd politely told her I was a vegetarian – a total lie, of course; and that I appreciated her care, but just wanted to be left alone.

"Sounds like Angelica." I heaved my backpack onto my shoulder, and Matt and I walked back to the parking lot.

"So, my dad's brother showed up today. I'm supposed to go meet him at the Grill after school, according to Zach."

Matt nodded slowly, his blue eyes gauging my reaction. "Yeah? How do ya think that's going to go?"

I nibbled on the corner of my lip for a moment.

Eyes crinkling, I grinned wide. "I'm actually really excited! I was kind of nervous at first, but there's so much I have to ask him!"

~0~

Third Person POV

Damon arrived at Founder's Hall, quietly slipping into the meeting room.

Sheriff Bennett stood in the middle, with everyone's attention on him. "The coroner's office has officially ruled Vicki Donovan's death a drug overdose. Her family has been notified, the truth will stay in this room and we can put this behind us"

"Thank you Sheriff," Mayor Lockwood nodded, and stepped forward, arrogantly brushing the sheriff aside. "Onto a more pressing issue, we have two men that have asked to say a few words."

Damon raised an eyebrow, surprised.

Who'd shown up in the past week that he hadn't known about? Usually he was quite the expert on each member of the council.

"Hi," The clean shaven man said, his keen blue eyes scanning the room. "I'm John Gilbert, and it's wonderful to see you, though I wish it were under better circumstances. As a founding family member, my friend Ezra Forbes and I find it's our duty to report some very distressing news."

The other man, Ezra, had a well-kept beard and mustache, and equally blue eyes. Damon narrowed his eyes, a bit suspicious of the two.

Inching his way through the crowd slowly, he stood next to Rudy.

"They're founding families?" Damon asked lowly, speaking directly to the sheriff.

Rudy nodded. "Gilbert's Elena's uncle. His name's John, but most call him Jackass." He snorted lowly. "The other is Ezra Forbes. He hasn't been around much. Skipped town when his brother Bill married Elizabeth, the previous sheriff."

"Caroline's parents?" Damon asked, his gaze flitting to the bearded man.

"Yeah."

"A hospital blood bank in the neighboring county of Amherst has reported several break-ins over the past two weeks. 7 hunters, 4 campers and 2 states employees have been reported missing as well. All of this within a 75 mile radius of Mystic Falls."

"Easy, John," Ezra spoke up, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"No need to get alarmed right now, people," Mayor Lockwood said, quieting the nervous chatter.

Rudy shook his head faintly beside Damon, who looked curiously at him.

"Meaning he doesn't want to cancel the Founder's Day kickoff party."

"What about Ezra?" Damon asked, still keeping his voice soft. "He seems...new to all this?"

Rudy raised a brow. "Really? Ezra's the youngest in his family, but by far one of the most well trained among us."

The vampire swallowed thickly. "Hunter?"

Rudy nodded. "Best I've seen. Great recreational hunter – been doing it since he was in middle school. It's even been rumored that he's taken out a few vampires in his time. I'm not sure if that much is true- since he's been gone for almost 20 years. I'd be surprised if it wasn't true, they called him Deadshot in high school..."

Damon shifted his weight to his other foot, staring blankly at the two new men.

If Ezra really was a vampire hunter like Rudy suspected...the tomb vampires would be screwed. Damon smirked to himself at the thought.

~0~

Caroline's POV

I got up from my booth at the Grill, grumbling under my breath.

Uncle Ezra should have been here an hour ago, but hadn't shown up yet.

I should've known. I grumbled to myself. Leave it to me to get stood up by my own uncle.

Throwing down a five for the appetizer and water I had ordered, I left the restaurant and went out to my car.

"Caroline!" A deep voice called, and I turned to see 'Uncle' Ezra hurrying out of his Mercedes.

"You never showed up," I stated, continuing toward my car.

"I'm sorry!" he ran over to me, hesitantly stepping in front of me. "I got caught up with some old friends."

I stared up at him, my hands on my hips. "Yeah, well, I have homework to do, and I can't afford to wait around for tardy Uncles." I said, only partially serious.

"Do you want to reschedule?" he asked, obviously intent on getting to talk to me one way or another. "Could I come over for dinner maybe?"

He smiled nervously at me, and I stared at him still.

After a heavy sigh, I nodded. "Fine. Tomorrow night, before the Founders' Day kickoff party."

He nodded eagerly. "Thank you, I'll see you then. I promise."

I rolled my eyes, nodding, before getting in my car.

~0~

"You're home earlier than I expected." Zach said as I pulled myself up to sit on the counter in the kitchen.

"Ezra showed up just as I was leaving." I murmured, crossing my arms. "I feel sufficiently stood up."

"Huh," Zach said, almost to himself. "That's weird. He said he'd meet you at – you know what? There was a Founder's Council meeting today. Maybe he went."

I furrowed my brows. Why would he go to a meeting? How could he know about vampires if he's been gone for the past like 18 years?

"He did say he got caught up talking to some old friends..." I thought aloud, fiddling with my necklace.

"Yep." Damon waltzed into the kitchen, popping the 'p'. "Good ole' Uncle Ezra was with Elena's Uncle John and they got all buddy-buddy, double teaming the council with a 'someone's robbing blood-banks' speech."

Zach paused mid bite, and sat his sandwich down. "Really?"

Damon nodded, opening the fridge and pulling out a blood bag from the bottom shelf. Pouring it into a black mug, he shrugged.

"Sheriff Rudy said that he's some kick-ass hunter. Both vampire and animal." Damon took a swig before continuing. "Guess he killed some mountain lion or something when he was just 20."

Zach hummed, chewing thoughtfully. After swallowing, he said, "Sounds like there's more to Uncle Ezra than we originally thought." He paused, then turned to Damon. "He was supposed to go out for a late lunch with Caroline and catch up, but stood her up."

Damon took another drink. "Huh. Well, next time you see him, I wanna meet him."

I groaned. "Damon, you are not going to grill my new found Uncle!"

Damon's hands went up defensively, but the smirk said otherwise. "Easy there, Blondie, I'm not gonna scare away your hunter uncle, as much as I'd like to."

We all were quiet for a few moments, before Damon swiveled his head towards the door.

"Huh, look what the cat dragged in."

Stefan walked into the kitchen, looking like he was deep in thought.

"So, I guess Jeremy wrote a report on vampires." He announced, leaning against the island.

"Alaric was telling me about that." I said, getting off the counter. "Any idea why he would? Do you think he possibly remembers?"

Damon shook his head, incredulous. "Klaus took away all those memories, and not only is Klaus a vampire, but he's extremely old. He's more powerful than Stefan and I combined. So no way he could remember."

I nodded slowly.

"Did you tell Elena?"

He immediately stiffened. "Uh...yeah. She said she'd try talking about it to him."

Damon and I shared a suspicious glance, but neither of us said anything.

Stefan left the room, and I could hear him trudging up stairs.

I'll talk to him. I mouthed, and Damon nodded.

Good.

I followed him upstairs, and managed to catch him in the hall.

"Stef," I called to him. "Can we talk?"

He paused, his body language tense. "Sure," he said after a moment, and we went into my room.

"Are you okay? Really?"

He was silent, looking down, and avoiding my gaze.

"C'mon, Stef. Let me in. I want to help."

I inched closer, sitting next to him on my bed.

"I can't help unless you let me," I continued, and his shoulders drooped.

"I almost lost control, Care," he said so softly I almost didn't hear him. "I had to push myself away...if I didn't...I don't know what would have happened..."

I sighed, and against my better judgment, I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"Ah, Stefan, I'm sorry," I squeezed him tightly, and he hugged me back, hesitantly at first.

"It's okay, I trust you," I encouraged, and he hugged me tightly right back, his face in my hair. "I know it has to be hard, but I know you can do it. You can get through all your cravings and all your -"

I felt him squeeze me tighter, and I cried out, breathless.

"Stefan," I whimpered timidly, thrashing in his grip.

He was shaking in my arms, and I closed my eyes, willing my scared heart to slow.

He suddenly threw himself against my bedroom door, and ran out in a blur.

I scooted back against my headboard, trembling.

I sat there for a few hours, hating myself for being scared of one my best friends, and hating that I had a good reason to be.

For the first time in my life, I wished I was a vampire, but only for their strength. I knew I couldn't be as strong as them as a human, but I knew then and there – I wanted to stop being afraid.

Vampires had intimidated me and thrown me around long enough, and I was tired of it.

"Hey, Blondie." Damon said, barging into my room.

I could feel his gaze on me as I sat on my bed, knees to chest, head between knees.

"What's wrong?"

The bed dipped with his weight.

"Did you chip a nail or something?" He continued, his voice still having a light tone to it.

"Stefan- almost..." I choked out, shivering.

"What?" His light tone evaporated from his voice.

Damon's hand brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear, trying to get a look at my face. "What happened?"

When I didn't respond, he repeated himself, more forceful this time.

"Caroline. I need you to tell me what happened."

I made myself look at him, knowing my eyes were puffy from my frustrated tears.

I explained to him what had happened as calmly as I could, keeping my eyes averted from his.

"Are you scared of him, Care?" Zach asked, I jumped, not having heard him come in.

"N-no. He's one of my best friends, and I hate that I have to be careful around him all of a sudden. I hate treating my best friend like he's a ticking time bomb." I took a deep breath, and looked Damon in the eyes, then turned to Zach. "I hate feeling so helpless and weak."

I hate living with creatures I should be afraid of...

Damon got up, without saying a word. He left the room, leaving Zach and I to ourselves.

"Caroline," He said, sitting next to me on the bed. "I think it's time for us to move."

~0~

Earlier that day...

"Caroline, can I talk to you?" Alaric asked me at the end of class.

"Sure." I said, waving goodbye to my friends as they exited the room.

As the room cleared, I walked over to the desk, trying to figure out what'd I'd done now.

"Can I ask you something?" he said, getting up from his desk chair.

I nodded slowly, frowning. "Of course, Ric."

"How do you deal with it all?" His blue eyes

I must have looked as lost as I felt, because he continued. "With all the lies and secrets...you can't tell anyone about the people you live with, and your uncle Zach doesn't want to know what's going on, right?"

I nodded. "I'm really thankful that I have him, though. He's helped me so much. God knows where I'd be now if he didn't step up and remind the court that he was my godfather."

"What about your other friends?" He asked, talking about the ones that I talked to and sat with in his class.

"It's not safe for them to know the truth. I keep it from them, but only because I love them. Like Zach, I keep them on a need-to-know basis. That's how Bonnie is too." I said, rambling now. "She doesn't really like Stefan because of what happened in the past, but..." I shrugged. "I think – I hope – she accepts that I'm friends with him, and she's just gonna have to go with it."

Alaric was silent for a long while. "I think Stefan is a good guy. But at the end of the day, Care, he's still a vampire – just like Damon and Klaus. Sometimes, I think you forget that."

I exhaled, looking down. "I know...and you're right...sometimes I do forget...I just know that Stefan wouldn't do anything to hurt me."

"And what about the other two?" he pressed, studying me carefully.

I swallowed, my mind drifting to Klaus and Damon.

"I-I don't know." I admitted, as much to him as to myself.

Present Day

I stared at my godfather in shock.

"What?"

OOOOO Cliffhanger! c;

I know, I suck! Anyways, for some reason, I pictured Ezra to be Ryan Gosling with his beard + mustache, don't know why though, lol. So you can google Ryan Gosling, and see a picture with his facial hair and yeah!

QOTC: Do you think it's a good idea for Caroline and Zach to maybe move out of the Boarding House?

I'll try to write more today, but no promises!

xoxo