Stefan's POV:

"Where's my ring?" Damon groaned at me. I stared at him in the cell and shrugged.

"Won't be needing it anymore," I replied.

"How long have I been in here?"

"Three days."

"What are you doing?" He asked looking back at me weakly.

"During the dark ages when a vampire's actions threatened to expose or bring harm upon the entire race, they would face judgment. They sought to reeducate them rather than to punish them."

I leaned against the wall letting out a long deep breath through my nose.

"You know what will happen if I don't... Feed on blood," He coughed.

I could help the smirk as I admitted, "You'll grow weaker and weaker. Eventually you won't be able to move or speak. In a week your skin will desiccate, and you'll mummify. A living corpse. Unable to hurt anyone. Ever."

He groaned and coughed again before asking, "So what, you're just going to leave me in the basement, forever?"

"I've injected you with enough vervain to keep you weak. Once your circulation stops, I'll move you to the family crypt, and then in 50 years, we can reevaluate," I said as I thought back to all the vervain I had needed and used from my nephews supply.

"I'm stronger than you think," he smirked but it turned into a wince.

"You always have been. But you're not stronger than the vervain. And we both know it. I'm sorry. Didn't have to be this way."

Victoria's POV:

I woke up the next morning unsure really how to feel…I usually dress how I feel…maybe meh? If that even counted towards me dressing in a way that said I'm okay even though I'm feeling meh today! But no really…I've been having mixed signals with Damon lately… I was going to skip school today to go see him…I just had to make sure Stefan was gone when I got there.

That dream I had was so fucking confusing…I knew the word…it was on the tip of my tongue, but I honestly didn't know what to do or to say…what it exactly what it was…you get me?

No?

Well then I guess we'll just have to see where this leads me today…I stood in front of my full length mirror, which I could barely see myself in because it was covered in pictures of Caroline and Elena and I, curling my hair. I was nervous as I applied makeup. I was scared Elena wouldn't believe the cover up I was about to pull.

Speak of the evil twin and she shall appear. Elena walked into my room. I pouted at her in in disapproval and she shrugged in return.

I let out a dramatic sigh and groaned out, "Wwwhhhaaattt?"

She rolled her eyes at me before asking, "Did you know that our little brother has Vicky in his bedroom?"

I groaned and held up a hand, "Please don't remind me…I heard it all."

I pulled a sick face and placed a hand over my tummy feeling nauseous having to hear that…I have really good hearing aaannnddd I'm a light sleepy…I hate it.

I mean…Jeremy was a druggie…it's not like a having a girl in his bed would be worse….I'm just upset because I had to hear them….I almost threw up then and there.

"Vicky you don't look so good…maybe you should stay home…you're looking paler than normal," Elena commented and I glared at her. Bitch. Who does she think she is?

I walked over to the bed anyway and stripped myself off my shirt and pants not carrying if Elena was still there.

"So what's up with you and Stef? I haven't seen him come by lately," I asked her. She plopped back on my bed with a deep and long sigh and the urge to push her off grew within me.

"Not since he left that very vague message three days ago. 'Hi, um, Elena, I, um, have something I have to do. I'll, uh, explain in a few days.'"

I frowned, "I can go get Lola…kick his ass…"

She laughed, "No it's okay Vicky…if anything I want him to come to me and apologize."

I nodded before she got up and kissed my head, "Get some rest. I bring you back the work you've missed in school."

I smiled and nodded, "Okay...I'll see you when you get home."

With that said she left and I was all…alone. I grinned deviously to myself. When I heard everyone leave I knew the coast was clear. I hopped out bed and red dressed and redid my hair and just touched up my makeup.

I ran down stairs and started walking to where I remember Elena driving when we were heading towards the Boarding house the one day.

Stefan's POV:

"He's awake. He's weak, but it's probably best to stay out of the basement. He's Damon. I'm not sure how dangerous he still might be," I told Zach as I walked towards the entrance with my books and leather jacket.

"You're going to school?" he asked me incredulously.

I sighed and looked at him, "What am I supposed to do, feed her another lie? I hate lying to her, Zach. I'm not good at it. She already thinks I'm hiding something."

He frowns, "What choice do you have? You came here because you wanted to live as normal a life as you could. You knew this was going to be a part of it."

With that I left for school, but I had missed the sound of a beating heart that hid behind a tree close to the house.

Victoria's POV:

I watched Stefan as he walked out of the house, hidden behind a tree, my eyes widened as he disappeared as if in thin air. What the fuck?

Either I was on crack which was Jeremy's job. I raced over to the house and walked in without entering.

"Damon?!" I called in to the house. I felt something lure me into the house more. I felt myself following that tug into the basement and I found myself stopping in front of a cell door. Either I was dreaming or Stefan was into weird stuff OR there was a prison cell door in front of me. I dared myself to peak in and I did.

I observed the inside closely and what I saw siting in there made me sick to my stomach. Damon. He was lying there. he looked dead. Maybe he was dead.

I quickly unlocked the door and raced inside, "Damon?"

His head snapped up and he looked at me. I ran a hand over his cheek which seemed sweaty.

"Katherine?" He looked at me lost.

I quickly shook my head, "No. It's Vicky. You remember me. Don't you?"

He stared at me and it finally clicked. I saw his eyes change…they were black just as black as the pupils if not darker. He had veins webbed under his eyes. I stared at him wide eyed…

"Damon?" He yanked me towards him roughly and what I heard him whisper before I felt the searing pain sounded like 'forgive me'. I felt the pain in my neck and after that came the darkness.

When I woke up…if I woke up….did I wake up? I heard music blasting and I groaned when I felt pain hit me in my neck again.

"Ah, finally. You're up. You took forever," I heard the monsters voice.

I looked around and was horrified when I saw Caroline on the floor and Vicki lying next to her. I sat up and stared at them.

"Are they-" I couldn't even say it.

"Dead?" Damon taunted. I glared at him.

"Yes they are. And they were delicious."

I got up and ran at him and punched him in the face catching him by surprise.

"You monster!" I roared at him.

HE grabbed me by my throat, "Don't ever. Punch me again."

He bared his fangs and sunk them into my skin again….i felt dirty. Un-pure. I hated him so much, but I couldn't move. No…because every time I tried to squirm away he made sure to squeeze my neck harder until I couldn't breathe and he didn't even notice.

I find myself awake and in bed. Could it have all been a dream? I quickly hopped out of bed noticing I was in my PJ's and raced over to my mirror. I looked in the mirror and lifted my hair out of the way. I looked at my neck and found nothing. Not even dry blood from what I would assume would have been vampire bite marks. I let my hair dropped, but then slowly remembered…I never changed into pjs this morning when Elena left…no in fact…I was back in my close and I went…to the boarding house…Caroline and Vicki! I raced towards the door but it was slammed and locked before I could even race out it. And who was the culprit. None other than Damon. I went to punch him again but he caught my hand.

"What did I say about not punching me?" he spat.

So kneed him in the groin, and he fell to his knees and he look up at me and glared hard.

I shrugged innocently, "You said not to punch you."

Stefan was next to us in a split second and I jumped back placing a hand over my racing heart. Stefan looked at me apologetically.

"Damon leave. You are no longer welcomed in this house, in fact you should have never been invited in. and because of you Elena had to be told as well of our secret so I am now no longer allowed in this house as well, but I will make sure you never. Ever. See daylight or darkness again if you don't leave now," Stefan threatened him. Damon glared at him and got up off the floor. He bent down and tore a piece of my mother's rocking chair off and I screamed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I grabbed the piece from and tried to frantically put it back.

"It's just a stupid chair. You'll get over it," Damon snapped at me.

"This was my mom's, Damon! The only thing I have left of her and you ruined it!" I let out a sob and that when Elena barged into the room breaking my door. She saw me in and tears and Damon was gone. As if he vanished in thin air.

Stefan however stayed behind and took the piece and the chair with him, "I'll fix it Tor…I promise."

Elena wrapped me in her arms and held me tight and I cried all night. My life seemed to be falling apart at the seams.

A/N: I know I'm terrible. I haven't updated, but it did read all the review I got when my email went off and I want to thank everyone for the thirty three reviews I have on this story… you guys that amount total is what really pushed me to update tonight. so thank you again. Followers and favorites you helped as well. Thank you very much.