Thank you so much for the reviews! I hope you like this chapter! And don't worry, Annabelle will not be like Elena. It may seem like it now, but this is barely the first episode, and even now her dialogue is already a bit different from Elena's in the show. Personally, I hate Elena, so I am definitely not gonna make Annabelle do and say everything Elena does, or I would hate my own character.

*Annabelle's P.O.V.*

"Just admit it, Anna," Bonnie pressed, making me sigh.

"Okay," I gave in. "So, he's a little pretty,"

"'A little'?" Elena scoffed from beside me, making me shove her playfully.

"He has that romance novel stare," Bonnie said.

"Stefan looked deep into her eyes, piercing her very soul," Elena said in a deep voice, making me and Bonnie laugh as I elbowed her playfully.

"So where is he?" Bonnie asked, looking around.

"I don't know," I shrugged, also glancing around but not seeing the handsome guy anywhere. "You're the psychic, you tell me,"

"Right, I forgot. Okay, so give me a sec. Grams says I have to concentrate," Bonnie said, the disbelief clear in her voice as she closed her eyes.

"Wait," I said, holding my finger up, "You need a crystal ball," I said and looked around quickly, before picking up an empty beer bottle that was lying on the ground behind me and holding it up. Bonnie and Elena both chuckled, and Bonnie extended her hand, grabbing the bottle and touching my hand at the same time. However, as soon as our hands made contact, I felt a weird sense of electricity pulse through my hand and up my arm, making me gasp quietly.

I looked at Bonnie, wanting to see if she felt that too, but she was already staring at me with wide, fearful eyes. After another few seconds of her just staring at me, she pulled her hand away as Elena looked between the two of us confusedly.

"What?" my sister asked.

"That was weird," Bonnie said, her eyes still on me, "When I touched you, I saw a crow," My breath caught in my throat as I remembered what happened at the cemetery yesterday.

"What?" I breathed out.

"A crow... There was fog, a man... And I felt this weird shock, like electric shock or something..." she trailed off, and I just continued looking at her with wide eyes. She must have noticed, 'cause she immediately shook her head, "I'm drunk. It's the drinking. There's nothing psychic about it," she said, although it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself instead of me, as she grabbed the beet bottle from me, "Yeah? Okay, I'm gonna get a refill," she said, before quickly walking away as I thinking about what she just said. How could she have seen these things, the same things that I saw at the cemetery yesterday? She wasn't there with me. And why did we both feel some kind of weird shock when our hands touched? It wasn't the first time we touched hands, but it's definitely the first time something like that ever happened.

"What was all that about?" Elena asked as she stepped forward to take Bonnie's place, and I shook my head, still caught in thought.

"I don't know," I said quietly, before taking a deep breath, "I'm gonna go talk to her," I said, and turned around, only to bump into someone's chest.

"Whoa," I hear a familiar voice, as familiar hands caught my arms to steady me, "Hi," I looked up into Stefan's beautiful green eyes, and chuckled as a smile grew on my face.

"Hi," I chuckled, a bit breathless, seeing as my heart was still beating a bit too fast from the scare he gave me when he appeared out of nowhere.

"I-I did it again, didn't I?" he asked, also referring to appearing out of nowhere.

"Yeah," I nodded, still smiling as I noticed that he still didn't let go of my arms.

"I'm sorry," he smiled, and I couldn't help but mirror it, but then it faded as my thoughts wandered off to what happened between me and Bonnie, "You're upset about something," Stefan noticed, and I sighed, shaking me head.

"No, don't worry about it," I said as I noticed Elena walking away as quietly as possible, making me hide a smile, "My mind is just a bit preoccupied right now, but it doesn't matter, because... you're here," I said, my smile coming back.

"I'm here," he smiled at me softly, his hands still on my arms. "Would you take a walk with me?"

"Sure," I smiled and he, much to my disappointment, let go of my arms as we started walking side by side. "You know, you're kind of the tale of the town,"

"Am I?" he joked.

"Mm-hmm," I nodded with a smile. "The mysterious new guy, oh yeah," I said, and we both chuckled.

"Well, you have the mysterious thing going too... twinged in sadness," he said, and I sighed.

"You've noticed, huh?" I asked, and he nodded, before smiling softly to ease up the mood a bit.

"Well, uh, we did meet in a graveyard," he stated, making me chuckle despite the bad memories coming back.

"Right," I nodded, before grinning. "Oh, no. Wait. Technically, we met right outside of the men's room," I pointed out, and we both chuckled as we stepped onto the bridge right on the outskirts of the woods. "You don't want to know, it's... it's not really party chit-chat,"

"Well, I've never really been very good at, uh... chit-chat," he said with a small smile, silently telling me that he won't judge me and that I can trust him. And I felt myself open up to him.

"Last spring... my parents' car drove off of Wickery Bridge into the lake, and... I was in the backseat, and I survived, but... they didn't," I said, avoiding his gaze as tears came to my eyes and a familiar pang hit my heart, but I held it all back, trying not to let Stefan notice. Suddenly, I couldn't here his footsteps anymore and turned around, only to see that he stopped walking as he gazed at me for a moment, silent.

"You won't be sad forever, Annabelle," he said, and I nodded, silently thanking him, because that was the first time I actually believe those words. "So, uh, I like Bonnie. She seems like a good friend," he said, trying to get my mind off the topic of my parents, which I was thankful for, even though it did fell good to get it off my chest and tell someone who, I feel, understands the pain of loosing someone.

"Best friend in the world," I smiled at the thought of my amazing friend as I leaned against the railing.

"And Matt, he can't seem to, uh... take his eyes off of us," he said as we both looked down to where Matt, Bonnie, Elena, and Caroline were standing, Matt's eyes on me.

"Well, Matt's that friend since childhood whom you start dating, because... you owe it to yourselves, to see if you can be more," I said, struggling to explain my relationship with Matt, but Stefan seemed to completely understand what I meant as he nodded.

"And?" he asked gently with a small smile.

"And then my parents died... and everything changed," I said, "Anyway, Matt and I, together we just... I don't know, it wasn't..." I trailed off, not knowing how to phrase what I meant.

"Passionate," Stefan supplied, and I looked over at him in surprise. How did he know?

"No," I said as I looked into his eyes, suddenly not being able to look away, "No, it wasn't passionate," I said softly, and we continued to look into each other's eyes, before I noticed his eyes redden noticeably, and veins underneath his eyes pop out a bit, "Hey, are you okay?" I asked, a bit worried. "Your eyes..."

"Oh, um," he immediately turned away, rubbing his eyes with his hands, "Yeah, no. It's, uh, it's nothin'," he shook his head, before glancing at me, "Um... are you thirsty? I'm gonna get us a drink," he said, and, without waiting for my reply, walked past me back to where everyone else was, leaving me to stare after him, confused.

After a few seconds of just standing there, I sighed and shook my head lightly before walking down the bridge and to where everyone else was, intending to look for Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena and talk to them for a bit before Stefan got back... if he got back.

"Looking for someone?" I heard a voice and turned my head, only to see Matt standing in front of me.

"Hey," I gave him a small smile, not knowing what else to do. It was still a bit... actually, more than a bit, awkward between us.

"When you broke up with me, you said it was because you needed some time alone," he said, and I had to stop myself from sighing, knowing where this was going and not wanting it to go in that direction, since I don't want to hurt Matt any more than I've already hurt him. "You don't look so alone to me,"

"Matt, y-you don't understand..." I trailed off with a sigh, not knowing how to tell him anything without hurting him.

"It's okay, Anna," he said, and I sighed quietly. "You do what you have to do... I just want to let you know that I still believe in us," he said. "And I'm not giving up on that," he said, before walking away, making me sigh.

"Matt..." I tried calling, but then cut myself off, realizing that there's really nothing I can do, so I just looked around, wanting to spot my friend and sister, only to see Caroline talking to Stefan. She looked drunk, and he looked uncomfortable, making me shake my head with an amused smile as I leaned against a wooden barrier, and simply watched. After only a few seconds, Stefan told my friend something, before walking over to me, "You know, I was wondering who abducted you," I said with a teasing smile, before glancing at Caroline. "Now I know,"

"Is she like that with, uh, all the guys?" Stefan asked, and I chuckled.

"No," I shook my head, "You're fresh meat," I said with a teasing smile, and he looked at me, a bit nervous, and I couldn't help but laugh, "Don't worry, she'll back off eventually," I said, and he smiled at me, looking relieved. I shook my head with a smile, but that smile was immediately wiped off my face as I heard a glass bottle shatter, before seeing my brother walk towards the woods, "God, you've gotta be kidding me!" I exclaimed as I pushed off the railing.

"What is it?" Stefan asked, concern in his voice, which would have made me smile if we were in a different situation.

"My brother,"

"The drunk one?" Stefan asked as he followed my gaze.

"That would be him," I sighed, "Excuse me," I said, walking past him.

"Need some help?" he asked, and I looked at him over my shoulder as I continued following my brother.

"Oh, no. Trust me, you're not gonna want to witness this," I said, before turning away from him and walking a bit faster, "Jeremy!" I called, but was, of course, ignored, "Jeremy! Jeremy, where the hell are you going?!" I called as I pushed past the branches and stepped over the roots. I was already only meters away from my little brother, when he suddenly tripped and landed on something. I quickly ran over to help him, only to see that he was lying on top of a person.

"Vicki? No," he muttered, before turning around to look at me. "Oh, my God, it's Vicki!"

"Oh, my God," I gasped as I looked at Matt's sister, who was bleeding from her neck.

"No," Jeremy mumbled, tears in his eyes, when suddenly Vicki jerked forward with a loud gasp, making me gasp as well and jump back a little.

"You'll have to carry her," I said to my brother, and he nodded as he quickly scooped up Vicki into his arms as we made our way back to where everyone else was as quickly as possible, "Somebody help!" I screamed.

"Vicki? Vicki, what the hell?!" I heard Matt yell as he, Tyler, Bonnie, and Elena ran over to us while Jeremy quickly placed Vicki on a table.

"What happened to her?" Tyler asked.

"Somebody call an ambulance!" Matt yelled.

"Everybody, back up, give her some space!" Tyler quickly pushed anyone who tried to get near us away, before returning to standing beside me as I inspected Vicki's neck. Seeing as my dad was a doctor, I could at least determine what happened. I may not like the girl, but she was important to both Matt and Jeremy, as well as Tyler. Besides, just because I don't like her doesn't mean I want her to die.

"It's her neck!" I exclaimed. "Something bit her. She's loosing a lot of blood, and it's bad!"

"Put this on her neck," one of the guys from our school quickly handed me a scarf, and I quickly put it to Vicki's wound, putting pressure.

"Vicki. Vicki, come on, open your eyes. Look at me," Tyler pleaded, as Elena quickly made her way over to me to help keep pressure on the wound, while I looked up to see if anyone called an ambulance already. And when I looked up, I saw Stefan looking down at Vicki with what seemed to be anxiety, before quickly turning around and leaving. My brows furrowed in confusion, but I didn't have time to even wonder what the hell was going on as I tried to stop Vicki's neck from bleeding.

*Third Person's P.O.V.*

Stefan ran into the boarding house, and a man around his mid 30's sitting at the desk in the living room looked up at him.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Someone else was attacked tonight, Zach, and it wasn't me," Stefan quickly explained, before running upstairs and entering his room. He closed the door behind him, before looking around the room as he felt another presence. He looked over to where his balcony doors were open, when suddenly a black crow flew in, squawking. Stefan's brows furrowed for a second, before he stiffened and turned around, only to see a man standing on his balcony. "Damon,"

"Hello, brother,"