I woke up in a pool of sweat. Even in my sleep, I couldn't escape my vivid thoughts. They were consuming me more and more as time went by. They were becoming more and more vivid as the days drew nearer.

I received a message on my phone, it was from Damon... again.

Why couldn't he leave me alone?

He was requesting my assistance over at the manor. I asked what it was about, but he never budged. As I went to reply, the skin on my hand began to tingle. Starting at the tip of my fingers and then travelling up my arm until my whole body was alight with a new sensation. I shook it off. My assistance was needed elsewhere.

Apparently.

As I approached the Salvatore Boarding house in my car, I was waved down by Damon as he stood outside with Stefan. I frowned as I pulled my car to a sharp halt and climbed out.

"What's going on?" I asked as I approached them. "Can't you message someone else? You know, someone who actually wants to help you? I've not been back even a week and I've been running around all over the place with you."

Damon smirked, "Just come on!" He bumped my shoulder with his own as I took my place by his side.

"You really think Bonnie can take out Klaus?" Damon asked Stefan.

Ahh, the infamous Klaus. I've heard all I needed to know about him. Caroline, Bonnie and Elena filled me in on all things 'Klaus'. He was a dick and I wasn't looking forward to ever meeting him. A huge part of me was hoping that day would never come.

Stefan released a huge sigh at the slightest mention of his name, "She said she could channel enough witch's power to kill him. Elijah thought that would work and he was an Original, so…"

"We just need to find him."

"Yeah."

"What if she tracked him?" I asked out of the blue, "Could she not do that to find him?"

Stefan shook his head, shooting all my hopes down. "Nope. Not without something that belongs to Klaus. Believe me, I've already asked." I nod. I should have known that he would have asked one of the most obvious questions.

"Do you think he killed her?" Damon asked from my left. His question wasn't aimed at anyone; it just hung in the air, waiting on a reply.

Stefan nodded, "Katherine? Probably."

"It's not like she didn't have it coming." Damon sighed. He tried to brush it off, but I could tell that the thought of Katherine being dead saddened him. I didn't know much about their relationship, so maybe I was wrong.

"Okay, can someone tell me why we're all standing outside?" I asked slapping my hands against the sides of my thighs with a clap noise as they collided.

Before anyone could respond to my question, the large wooden door swung open and a finely dressed male emerged from within the house, shooting us all a smile before walking by us to his car. The car that I hadn't even notice was parked in the drive.

Stefan and Damon approach the threshold but an invisible force kept them out. I approach behind them and waited to enter.

"I'm sorry. I completely forgot." Elena giggled with a shy smile.

Forgot what? I wondered.

She looked at Stefan with a dotting smile on her lips, "Stefan. Would you like to come inside my house?" she asked with a now coy smile.

He nodded and bowed his head, "I would love to. Thank you." He entered and encapsulated her into a tight hug. Damon cleared his throat from beside me, forcing them to break their embrace. I couldn't help but laugh slightly.

Elena turned her attention onto Damon and he sighed.

"What are we, twelve?" He snorted.

"One of us is," Elena shot back." I laughed and Damon nudged me harshly. "If I let you in, do you promise to obey the owner of this house?"

Damon smirked, thinking her offer over in his head, "…No."

"Seriously, Damon. My way. You promised. I call the shots. No lies, no secret agendas. Remember?"

Damon relaxed his shoulders, releasing the tension he held within them.

"Yes, Elena. Sure." He caved. I knew it wouldn't take him long at all.

Elena smiled as she had won; she knew she would have won at the start. Damon was whipped, I could see right through it all.

"Then please, come in. Jess, you can come in as well. Not that you need an invite." She smiled and waved me inside.

I thanked her with a hug as I entered before we went into the living area where Bonnie was stood.

Bonnie entered the room and handed Elena her jacket.

"Thanks." She said she took her black leather jacket from her.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the room changed from relaxed to tense as hell.

"Wait, where are you going?" Stefan asked as concern scattered across his face within seconds.

"To school." Elena shrugged as she pulled her jacket on. "Are you coming today, Jess?" She asked me with a smile.

"Yeah, actually. I still have to collect some books and my schedule from the office." I smiled back.

"No, no, no. We didn't create a safe house for you to leave it." Damon expressed his frustration in his tone.

"Yeah, guys. Klaus is out there. We know that." Stefan also expelled his frustration.

"Right. But where? No one knows. Look, I really appreciate what you guys are doing. And I'll be able to sleep at night knowing that I'll be safe here, but I'm not going to be a prisoner."

I agreed with everything Elena said.

"She's right you know." I imputed.

Elena made eye contact with Damon. His face hardened.

"Your way, Elena." he mocked.

"Don't worry. I'm ready. If he shows his face, I can take him. I Know how." Bonnie said as she tried to relieve the tension that was settling in the air between us all.

"The way I see it, next to Bonnie is the safest place that I can be. Come on." Elena, Bonnie and I left the room and walked to the door.

"Wait, um, coming." Stefan called after us.

"You sure you're gonna be okay?" I asked Elena as we approached her history class. She nodded. "Okay, well I'm gonna grab my books and schedule, then I'll be right back." I smiled.

As I walked away from the door, I pulled out my phone and began to compose a message to Caroline, telling her that I was going to wait for her at lunch. Just as I was about to hit send, I collided with a rock-hard chest, causing my phone to slip from my grasp.

"Ohh, god. I'm sorry!" I nervously laughed as I bent down to pick up my phone. Once I was parallel once more, I looked at who I bumped into.

Thank god! I thought to myself. It was Alaric.

"Sorry, Alaric. I was in a world of my own there."

He blankly looked at me. Examining me, as if I were under a microscope. It made me feel oddly unsettled.

"Alaric?" I asked, snapping him from his trance.

"Sorry there. I was lost in thought. Are you okay?" he asked with slight concern.

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine." I smiled and began to walk past him when he called after me.

"Umm, class is this way." I turned around to see him pointing to the history class.

I frowned, "Ohh, I just have to collect a few books and my schedule from the office. Then I'll be back."

He smiled, "Right, yes. Sorry…" he hung out the end of his sentence.

"Right, okay. Well, see you in a few minutes." I replied and headed towards the office.

I couldn't shake how awkward that conversation was. As I walked away, I could still feel his eyes boring into the back of my skull.

Books from the library collected and my schedule in hand, I made my way back to Alaric's classroom. I walked down the empty corridor and stopped outside of the history room for a few moments before I opened the door.

As I walked inside, all eyes fell upon me and I instantly felt embarrassed. "Sorry," I murmured as I closed the door.

Alaric stopped talking and faced me, his hand hanging in the air as he held onto a pen. "No need to apologise."

I gave him a quick smile and headed towards my desk, flopping down into the seat as quietly as I could before grabbing my books from my bag.

"Right," Alaric clapped his hands together, "What were we talking about?"

"The decade dance," Dana smiled, "We've been covering the sixties all week."

I groaned silently at the mention of the sixties.

Don't get me wrong, it was a great year. Nothing bet the twenties however.

Alaric turned and wrote 'the sixties' on the board before he spoke. "The sixties. I wish there was something good I could say about the sixties, but...Actually, they kind of sucked. Except for the Beatles, of course." I smiled at him as he caught my eye, giving me a smile in return. "Uh, what else was there? The Cuban missile thing, the...we walked the moon. There was Watergate."

Elena sniggered, "Watergate was the Seventies, Ric. I-I mean, Mr Saltzman."

I quietly laughed at her blunder in front of the class as Ric smiled. "Right. It kind of mushes together up here, the sixties, seventies." He grinned towards her, "Thank you, Elena.

The rest of the class went by quickly, as did the other as the bell for lunch finally ran.

I was starving.

As Elena and I collected our lunch, she headed over towards Jer and Bonnie, who were sitting at a table across the room. I lagged behind her as I was munching on my apple, while trying not to drop the rest of my tray. As I approached the table and dropped my bag to the floor, I placed my tray on the table as Jer got up and walked away.

"What's going on?" I asked in a mumbled voice as I held the apple between my teeth.

"I told him he had to dress up tonight and he got all uptight." Bonnie smiled. I laughed and finally took a seat beside Elena. "You're coming, right?"

I wiped my hands with a napkin, "I'll be the only one there without a date. That's lame."

"So?" Bonnie smiled, "We're all going to be there together. Besides, do you really think Care will let you skip it?"

I smirked, "True. I'm in."

"Great!" Elena beamed with happiness.

As Elena, Bonnie and I ate out lunch and had chit-chat, it was interrupted when Dana approached us, a wide grin on her face.

"Hey, Elena, there you are." Dana grinned, "Okay. This is going to sound freaky, but this totally hot guy just asked me to ask you if you're going to the dance tonight."

I laughed lightly, "Tell him she has a boyfriend."

"You could at least meet him. He'll be at the dance tonight." She informed us before she dropped a bombshell, "Look for him. His name is Klaus."

My blood ran cold as Dana continued to grin down at us.

"I'm sorry," Elena frowned, "What did you say?"

"His name's Klaus. I know the name's stupid, but I swear he's hot."

Bonnie and I stood from our chairs and scanned the cafeteria. No one seemed out of place, nor was anyone looking in our direction.

"Where is he?" Bonnie asked quickly, "Is he here?"

Dana shrugged, "I don't know."

I sighed, "I think she's been compelled."

The joker-like grin returned to Dana's face, "But he wants to know if you'll save him the last dance. How cute is that?"

Deciding that it was no longer safe for Elena to be in the school alone without protection. Bonnie and I left with her and headed straight for the Salvatore Boarding house to inform Damon and Stefan about what had happened. The creepy request that Elena received from Klaus was fresh in my mind as we arrived at the house.

Once Damon and Stefan were filled in with the news, we all gathered in the living room and began to talk tactics.

"So we go to the dance, we find him." Damon smirked.

"Really? How are we going to do that? We don't even know what he looks like." Stefan defensively folded his arms over his chest as he out-stared Damon.

"I presume we're talking about Klaus?" I asked the room. "If so, why would he be at a school dance anyway?" I asked from the sofa. All eyes turned to me, I swallowed hard. "I mean, it's not exactly remote. There will be far too many people there for him to try anything… right?"

"He could be anywhere at any time. He compelled somebody at school." Stefan said towards me.

"Yeah, Stefan. I know. I was there at the table." I argued back.

A loud knock at the door startled me from my thoughts. I looked over to see Alaric walking into the room. Our eyes met for a brief moment, a slight smile appeared on his lips before being erased quickly, leaving no trace that it was ever there.

"There you are." Damon sounded exasperated as he approached the history teacher.

"Sorry I'm late." Alaric apologised to everyone.

"Hey, I need you to put me down as a chaperone at the dance tonight. Klaus made his first move." Damon took his place beside Alaric as he informed him of Klaus' latest activities.

"So, you as a chaperone?" Alaric smiled, "Consider it done."

Elena clapped her hands, "Okay, so we find him and then what, hmm? What's our plan of attack?"

That was the question which played on everyone's minds.

I sighed, as I too, was at a loss.

"Me." I snapped my head to the direction of Bonnie, "I'm the plan. He has no idea how much power I can channel. If you can find him, I can kill him."

"That's not going to be that easy. I mean, he is the biggest, baddest vampire around." Alaric imputed.

I shook my head, "There is always someone who is bigger and badder than you out there." I clarified. Alaric's gaze fell over me as I sat on the sofa, crossed-legged, twirling a piece of my hair between my fingers.

Damon snorted, "Alaric has a point. I mean, what if he…" He rushed at Bonnie in the blink-of-an-eye. However, Bonnie's reflexes out did all of ours as she threw Damon across the room with her powers. She didn't ever move from where she stood, nor did she even touch him.

Stefan's lips curled up into a smile as he looked at his brother stumbling to his feet across the room. "Well, I was impressed." He grinned.

He wasn't the only one. I think it was safe to say that everyone in the room underestimated the witch's powers.

Bonnie turned to Elena, "It doesn't matter if he's an original. I can take anyone who comes at me. I can kill him, Elena. I know I can."

"So… everything good with Matt now?" I asked Caroline as I sat on her bed.

She popped her head round the closet door, "Yes! For the 100th time. Everything is fine. He doesn't remember anything."

"Mom's here." I perked my head to the side as I heard footsteps ascending up the porch stairs.

"How did you?..."

"I have good hearing," I smiled as Caroline shook her head at me. She looked beautiful, she always did. I loved the ages, but nothing beats the 20's for me. They were always going to triumph.

Lost in thought, I hadn't noticed Caroline walk by me into the hallway. I climbed off the bed and entered the hallway and stood beside my mom. She jumped a little as my shoulder brushed hers.

"Wow… you okay?" I asked with a giggle.

She smiled and shook her head. "Sorry, you startled me."

I nodded and turned back to Caroline, who was doing a full spin in her costume.

"Jackie O?" Mom asked.

Caroline laughed.

"Duh."

"You look good." My mom said.

I frowned, "No. She looks beautiful!"

"Thanks, Jessica." Caroline walked over to me an enveloped me into a bear hug. "You better finish getting dressed as well. We're leaving in a few."

A knock at the door broke us apart as Caroline skipped over to it.

"Mr President." She laughed as she opened the door to reveal Matt standing on the porch.

She went to kiss him, but he pulled back and made awkward eye contact with my mom.

"Sheriff…" he cleared his throat.

"Sorry." Caroline apologised to our mother and turned a shade of red.

"Have fun." Was all my mom could muster up to say to them.

"We will." Caroline grasped Matt's hand and pulled him out of the door. Not before he and my mother could share one more concerning glance.

"I'll get yous in the car in a minute!" I yelled after them.

Once the door was closed and I was sure Caroline was out of earshot, I turned to my mother. "What was that about?" I quizzed her.

"Sorry?" she was blatantly playing the innocent card.

"Mom… you and Matt. I could cut the tension with a bloody knife. What's wrong?" I pressed her for answers.

"Ohh that? He just had a little outburst the other night. I had to give him a warning." She responded.

I raised my eyebrow, "An outburst?"

She nodded, "Mhmm, he was a little drunk. It was nothing. He must just be embarrassed by it all."

With that, she turned and walked into the kitchen.

I wasn't buying her story. Something was… off. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach.

I called in after her, "I'm going to finish getting ready for the dance!"

"Okay, sweetie!" She called back, and then the house fell into a deafening silence.

I pulled my hair up into a pony tail and left out some of the front pieces. I let them fall and curl around my cheeks, framing my face perfectly.

I wasn't into dressing as other people like Caroline had done. So I stuck with a simple, but bright dress from the era. A pink, hippy dress, with flared sleeves. The dress hugged my body in all the right spots. I completed the outfit with a pair of yellow, thigh-high boots. I felt really good in this moment, it felt like before, when things were normal.

"Okay… ready." I smiled at myself in the mirror. I did truly feel happy tonight, but sitting on the forefront of my mind was Klaus. He could be there. Waiting. Stalking. And we would be none the wiser. None of us knew what he looked like. Who he might have with him. What he was truly capable of. My skin began to itch once more as I thought about the possible outcomes of tonight. It drew my attention away from Klaus and onto myself. I scratched at it lightly as to now make myself break out into a rash. Once the burning subsided, I left to meet Care and Matt at the car as the horn began to toot.

I entered the main building at the school. I got looks left, right, and centre. Boys whistling and girl's smiling as they looked me up and down. However, I felt confident in myself as I walked past them, saying hi to a few friends in the corridor.

I continued walking and headed into the main hall where the decade dance was commencing. As I walked into the room, my gaze automatically fixed on Damon as he made his way across the hall through the crowd of unruly teenagers.

I headed towards him and once I caught up with him, he stopped and stared at me, a coy smiled slowly appeared on his pert, pink lips.

I punched his shoulder, "Don't!" I warned. He held is hands up in defence.

"I wasn't going to say a thing…" He smirked. "I was going to say that you looked… beautiful, Jess."

"Thank you, Damon." I smiled, "You look… like you." I turned and walked in the direction he was heading in.

"Rude."

I heard him say from behind me as I walked in front. A grin plastered on my face.

As we approached Alaric on the outskirts of the dancing teens, he smiled at me but quickly turned his attention to Damon.

"Special dedication, huh? This guy's a little twisted."

"I'm not impressed." Damon said, shooting Alaric down in three simple words.

I looked at them both confused, "Did I miss something?"

"Just Klaus playing his little mind games. Which won't work by the way." Damon informed me. I couldn't help feel my stomach turn inside of me as I now knew he was here.

"Let me know if you see anything out-of-whack." Damon turned and left. I turned to Alaric.

He smiled, "You look exquisite tonight, Jessica." I smiled at his compliment.

"Thank you. And it's just Jess you know. You don't have to call me Jessica all the time." I chuckled.

"Right, sorry." He laughed back at me.

"So… have you see him. Heard anything?" I asked. I couldn't help but be intrigued at the unknowing of this Klaus but I asked more so to ease my worry.

"I have not. Plus, no one knows what he looks like. He could be anyone in here right now."

I looked up at Alaric, "That's reassuring. Thanks."

He laughed, "Don't worry. If I see anything, I'll let you know." He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder to calm my nerves.

Not going to lie, it helped… a lot.

"Thanks." I smiled up at him.

The music was picking up and the teens were now beginning to gather on the floor for some dancing. Alaric tapped my shoulder, gaining my attention as I was busy keeping my eyes peeled, looking for my sister within the crowd.

I turned to him and he said, "Care to dance?"

I bit my lip.

"Umm, not really my kind of dancing, Ric. I'm more of a slow-kind of gal" I laughed and he looked at me. A look of wonder and amusement was plastered on his face. "I know. It's lame. Someone my age who likes the slow dances."

He snapped out of his thoughts, cleared his throat and smiled.

"Not at all, Jessica. Most people your age don't understand the true meaning of dance." He smiled. However, this time he bared his teeth. They were gleaming white, with sharp canine teeth.

I returned the smile he gave and turned to walk away to find the others within the crowd.

A while later, I was now stood with Damon, watching all of the teens dancing. How I wished I could be one of them again, not a care in the world but I knew that couldn't happen for me now. I think I'll always be on edge now.

"Do you think we'll get him?" I asked not looking at him. I kept my sight fixed on the crowd, my drink in hand.

"I do." He replied from the side of his mouth.

I nodded.

As I opened my mouth to speak, Stefan rushed over to us and grabbed Damon by the arm.

"Come here, come here, come here. Please tell me you didn't know that Bonnie was on a suicide mission."

My blood ran cold, "What! What is he talking about, Damon?" I was pissed.

"Oh, great. Jeremy told you and of course you told Elena." Damon snorted in derision.

"Yeah, I told her. You promised her no more secrets."

"I changed my mind."

I cracked my neck which caused them to look at me.

"I can't believe you." I pressed my lips into a fine line and walked away from them.

"Jess! Wait!" Stefan called after me as I picked up my pace. I never turned back, not for a second. I wasn't going to let Bonnie die tonight. No one was going to die tonight.

I hunted in the hallways looking for Bonnie, I had to find her before it was too late. I had to change her mind. As I burst through another door, I ran into Elena and Bonnie.

"Bonnie!" I gasped as I pulled her into a crippling hug. "Stefan told me. What the hell are you thinking!" I grasped her shoulders as she looked at me saddened.

"Okay, so where are you taking us?" Elena looked up the hallway. I was to pre-occupied with Bonnie that I didn't notice the third person with them. Alaric.

"Just a little further." Alaric spoke as he continued walking.

Bonnie and Elena stopped walking and I stopped behind them.

"Wait… something's not right." Elena raised her left hand in front of us as a warning.

I cracked my knuckles nervously.

"Where's Jeremy?" Bonnie called into the empty hallway.

I now knew it was something sinister. Klaus must have Jer. I could feel the heat rise in my body.

Alaric stopped walking and let out a blood curdling laugh. I could feel the vibrations coming from Alaric's throat as he laughed.

"I just had to get away from that dance. The sixties, ugh. Not my decade." Alaric laughed again, smaller, but still with so much power.

"I mean, whose call was that, anyway? I much prefer the twenties," I raised an eyebrow. It was like he was living in my brain. "The style, the parties, the jazz." His eyes flickered to mine for a split second.

Elena took a hesitant step forward, "Alaric. Are you on vervain?"

"Now why would you ask me that question, Elena?"

"He's being compelled." Elena spoke.

"Nope. Try again." Alaric placed a hand behind his back as he waited for Elena's answer.

She sighed, "What's going on?"

Alaric tutted, "Okay, I'll give you a hint." His finger tapped against his chin cockily, "I'm not Alaric."

I think it took us all a split second to comprehend what was happening. Alaric wasn't Alaric, or so he said.

"Klaus!" Elena's voice echoed through the hallway. Bonnie and I stood there, shocked to the core.

Alaric smiled broadly, just like he had done to me in the dance.

"Surprise!" He opened his arms in a waving motion.

"Oh, no. No. it's not possible." Elena gasped, slowly backing into Bonnie and I.

"Just relax, Elena. I'm not here to hurt you. You're not on my hit list tonight." His eyes flickered over mine and settled on Bonnie. "But you are."

He starts towards Bonnie but she throws him against the wall with her powers. He got up, a smirk plastered on his lips.

Brushing himself down, he walked towards us again. "Now, did I mention that I know a witch? You're gonna have to hit me a lot harder than that."

He rushed over to her again, and just like before, she threw his body against a display case, causing a shower of glass to cascade down his body and the hallway floor. And like before, he just laughed. I wasn't scared of many things in my life, but this man before me, he scared me to my core.

"By all means… fire away!" He laughed. "If you kill this body, I'll just get a new one. Maybe Jeremy."

"Go. Run. Run!" Bonnie screamed at us.

I grabbed Elena's arm and pulled her through the large double doors. Bonnie was right behind us, closing the doors with a wave of her hand. As we approached another set of doors, Damon burst through them.

"What happened?" He was shocked to see us in such a state.

"It's Klaus. He's inside Alaric's body!" I informed him.

"What?" Damon was as shocked as us at the situation.

We let him close; we let him in on the plan. He now knew how much power Bonnie could wield, and it was all our faults.

"He's possessing it or something." Bonnie gasped, trying her headrest to catch her breath.

Damon looked at Elena.

"Go find Stefan. Now."

"Okay." Elena turned and ran down another hallway, leaving Bonnie, Damon and I alone.

The air was palpable.

"Can you kill him?" Damon asked as his lips pressed into a tight line.

"He's got some kind of protection spell on him."

"You have the power of a hundred witches. Break it."

Bonnie shook her head in frustration, "I'm trying! If I kill Alaric, he'll just possess someone else. He knows I have my powers, Damon. He's trying to kill me."

I gulped as my throat ran dry.

"What can we do? We're not letting Bonnie die. We can't let that happen." I spoke from Bonnie's left as I squeezed her hand.

"No. Klaus does not get to win tonight, no way." He fell into silence for a brief moment before continuing, "You still willing to do whatever it takes to kill him?"

Bonnie nodded.

What was only a few moments felt like a century, as Damon and I were walking through the lonely hallways.

"Do you think we've done the right thing?" I asked but he quickly pressed his finger against my lips, causing me to become silence. I looked up at him and he pointed at his ear and then through the large doors. It was then that I heard the noise. Elena and Stefan were walking towards us. I nodded, he removed his finger.

Their feet quickened as they approached the door. Damon quickly opened it and we both walked through, halting Stefan and Elena in their tracks.

"There you are." Damon sighed as he looked at Elena.

"What are you doing? Where is Bonnie?" My heart ached as I looked at her panic-ridden face.

A long sigh came from my right, "She's doing what she has to do." Damon told her.

"What?" Elena asked again. She wasn't taking any of what he was telling her in.

"Where is she?" Stefan asked in a low, warning tone.

"Stefan, let her do this."

"Damn it, Damon. Where is she?!"

We all ran towards the loud screeching and banging noises that echoed through the hallways. As we arrived at a pair of doors, I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand. I was shocked to my core at the sigh I was seeing.

Alaric was on the floor, crawling towards Bonnie who was also on the floor, blood running from her nose as she gasped for air.

"NOO!" I screamed into the room.

With a flick of her wrist, Bonnie slammed the doors closed with her powers to keep us from interfering. Stefan, Elena and I fought to open the doors, but we were powerless against her. On the other side of the doors, Bonnie was still fighting Alaric, lights from above them all began to burst, sending a shower of sparks falling all around. Bonnie turned around, away from Alaric who was on the floor in pain, and smiled.

Her smile was weak, very weak.

Alaric rose from the floor, gasping and holding onto what looked like a broken arm. Bonnie turned back around to face him. Suddenly, with a jerk of her body, she bent backwards before collapsing to the floor. All the lights in the room die out in a flash and the doors burst open from the weight that was pressed against it. Elena and Stefan rush into the room. Elena headed straight for Bonnie's lifeless body on the floor while I stood at the door entrance, my mouth hung open in shock as the tears streamed down my cheeks.

I felt sick.

"Stefan she's not breathing!" Elena screamed into the room. "Stefan! Stefan, I can't find a pulse! Stefan! Do something, please! Stefan, please! Just give her blood, do something, please!" The tears fell from her cheeks like showers.

Stefan slowly looked at Elena, "It's too late, I'm sorry."

She shook her head, "No, no, no, no, no! Bonnie" Bonnie, please. No, no, no, no, no, no!"

Damon arrived behind me.

I looked up at him with my tear stained face.

He nodded and entered the room.

"Stefan, get Elena out of here. I'll deal with the body."

"What do you mean deal with it?!" Elena sobbed

Damon entered further into the room.

"The sheriff can't know about this. The last thing we need is another mysterious death."

Elena lowered Bonnie onto the ground and looked up at Damon, "This is Bonnie!"

Damon didn't acknowledge her as he looked at his brother, "Get her home. Now. So I can clean this up."

Stefan grabbed Elena by the shoulders and pulled her off the ground.

"No. Jeremy. Oh, my god, Jeremy. What about Jeremy?"

I entered the room, "I- I'll find him."

She took one last look at Bonnie's body on the ground, crying and screaming as Stefan dragged her out of the room. As they passed me, I could feel the hatred generating from Elena's body as she looked at me through clouded eyes. I hung my head in shame. She was one of my best friends. I just hoped that she would understand and forgive me for this later.

All that was left in the pile of rubble was Damon, Bonnie's dead body, and me. I walked further into the room as Damon crouched to the floor beside Bonnie's body. He placed his hand over her face and closed her eyes.

He looked up at me from his kneeling position.

"You okay?" he asked in a low tone, almost a whisper.

I wiped my face, "No…" I shook my head. Damon rose to his feet and walked over to me, pulling me into a hug. His body was warm and vibrating with adrenaline, as was mine. But I felt cold, alone… dead.

I buried my face into his chest and gripped onto his back tightly. He wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me closer to his body. We stayed like this for a while until I could muster the strength I needed to do what was next.

The coast was clear, Damon and I walked outside to where his car was parked. He held Bonnie in his arms as I opened the trunk. Walking over to the back of the car, Damon gently placed Bonnie inside and closed it over.

"Damon! Hey, I got your message, I can't find anyone. Where's Elena, where's Bonnie?" Jeremy's eyes searched mine. All I could think of was Bonnie, lying lifeless in the trunk to my right.

"We need to have a little talk." Damon sighed.

Damon and I pull up outside of my house. The tension was still high in the air as we came to a halt. I unclipped my seat belt and placed my hand on the door, ready to pop it open when Damon automatically locked the whole car.

I turned to him and sighed in annoyance.

"I'm really, really not in the mood, Damon."

"I know. Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes." I replied.

He wasn't buying it. His eyes wildly searching my own, looking for the real answers.

"I know you're lying…" His eyes narrowed.

I cracked my neck.

He frowned.

"Look, Damon. It's been a really supernatural night, I just want it to be over with." I sighed.

He nodded and unlocked the doors to the car and I climbed out.

I stammered in my steps a little and leaned against the car for support. In a flash, Damon was by my side, supporting my weight.

"Wow… you alright?" he asked in concern.

"Yeah… yeah, just moved to quickly."

"You need something to eat or drink." He tugged on my arm in the direction of the house.

I leaned on him for support as he walked me to my door.

"Do you need me to help you in?"

I shook my head, "No."

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm just going to go in and have a shower, and make sure Caroline is okay. I haven't seen her since the dance."

Damon pressed his lips together and nodded. I smiled weakly as I turned and headed inside. Once the door was closed, I peeked out the curtains and watched as he made his way down the path and climbed into his car. I sighed deeply. Tonight I had a moment where things felt back to normal, before everything was turned upside down. Nothing felt real anymore. I don't know if I'll ever come to terms with the 'new' order of things.