Ode to Sleep

by Exultant

A girl finds herself in TVD and tries to unravel why and how. Between decisions of changing or not the plot, getting used to a large family, not to endangering herself or the people close to her it's certain that this 'adventure' won't be easy or simple. One thing she does know, things are not what they seem in TVD, she just doesn't know just how much that also applies to her.

7. 007

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War is coming

War is crying out

The world is shaking

The sky is falling down - the sky is falling down

Into the Darkness – The Phantoms

A.N.: I'm terribly sorry for the wait! I hope that you enjoy the new instalment. Thank you to all those that have commented, followed and favourited the story so far. You guys make my day!

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When she exchanged phone numbers with Stefan Salvatore she wondered and concluded several things. At first it had merely been confusion, he had said that it was in the event of stumbling on his brother - it had been for protection. She did understand that - hell, she was even sort of flattered that he cared enough to be concerned - still, it wasn't like he did know her and, so, she grew suspicious. Maybe he had some sort of angle, maybe this was a trick. But then again, this was Stefan Salvatore, particularly, try hard at being good Stefan Salvatore. He wasn't under the effects of blood - human blood - consumption because as much as she trusted Stefan... she was well aware of what was under all that hero hair. Granted, she had once loved seeing ripper Stefan but now that she could die at his hands the previous amusement she had felt - and dare she say the enjoyment of seeing the other side of him - were pretty much dulled. Sure, she feared Damon but Stefan, ripper Stefan, could be so much worse.

All of that had gone through her mind when she had analyzed it later in the privacy of her room. The thing was, when they exchanged phone numbers with him, she had never expected him to be the one to contact her. There had been many reasons to support that conclusion. First, he didn't know her, sure, Stefan was a nice guy - or tried to be a nice guy - but he was by no means stupid. She hadn't done anything to threaten his life or Damon's but (especially after today's exchange when she affirmed that she was her own damn person after he kidnaped her) he couldn't be completely sure that she was on his side. Second, not that the first reason wasn't already good enough, the issue at the moment was Damon and Stefan was very much aware that she didn't particularly like his brother. Hell, she had made it pretty clear that she could very well harm him seriously - or permanently - if Damon tried anything else that endangered her. So, she was sure that he wouldn't call her to help out after all he didn't know her well enough to know just how she'd react or what she would do if he in fact did. If that wasn't enough, there was her family. If his interaction with Alex had hinted at something was that her family did not like vampires - hell, it also made her seriously regret ever pulling Alex into this shit. Third (or was it forth?) and lastly was the fact that during the first season, Stefan barely paid attention to others apart from Elena.

So when she received a text message from him, saying that Olivia was surprised was a massive understatement. She was ashamed to admit that she not only pinched herself but also checked her face in the mirror thinking that maybe she had gone to another body. Oh, Olivia felt like she was losing her mind and when she saw the face she had grown accustomed to see, reflected on the mirror - eyes widen in fear with her lips parted due the sharp intakes of air - she didn't know whether to laugh or cry (or run away dramatically).

The message wasn't anything out of the ordinary or maybe it was, she couldn't really decide. His words had been simple: I won't be around till everything with Damon settles. Once the confusion dissipated from her mind she merely blinked as she re-read the message a couple more times. She didn't understand why he was telling her that. Did he wanted to speak freely with someone? Was it because Elena wasn't still on the loop? Was he trying to prove something? Like that he was her friend or was he trying to make her trust him? Oh, this shit was just confusing and trying to guess his angle made her slightly panic. She responded with an Okay. Good luck. and forced herself not to think about it any longer. Whatever the answer to why he had contacted her... it wouldn't merely appear because she was staring at the phone and she really didn't want to lose her plot as she tried to guess it. So, she tossed it to the bed and started her morning ritual that for the last week didn't include her moping about being here and not there. The way she took the message was that at least for a couple of days she'd have peace - Damon was locked and there wouldn't be anything supernatural prowling in the dark - and be able to have relatively normal days. She had finished dressing her clothes and was now about to fix her bed when she saw two new messages from Stefan. The blood will be out of your system today and Could you keep an eye on Elena for me?. The last message defiantly made her feel annoyed. Was that why he was texting her? So he'd have someone to look after Elena? She scoffs debating whether or not to remind him that she had better shit to do than to be a babysitter. She was still in the midst of her internal struggle - her annoyance turning into anger - when she received the third message: I know that there isn't danger... but I'd like to know how she is. She groans as she types: Then ask her. With that she decided that no matter his reply she wouldn't definitely get involved in this. This would set a precedent and then he would most definitely get the idea that he could ask her to spy for him - or babysit - and that she'd accept. Okay, this was their show. Elena was in the center of almost everything - if not everything - but now her life was also in the line. Her life, the life of people she cared about and as much as she liked the characters... she came first. She and her loved ones came first and she wouldn't jeopardize that just because Stefan Salvatore wanted to know what was going on in Elena's brain.

During the day it became clear that the vampire did not know how to take the hint. Even if she hadn't replied to his messages - seven and counting - he continuously persisted. First he tried to explain his point, babbling that he couldn't speak to her because she wasn't aware of things - things that he had little to no inclination to share - then it turned to an explanation of why he couldn't just tell her those things. Seeing that she didn't reply to this - in her opinion, delusional - ramblings, he started to inquire if she was angry at him which led to him to apologize and state that apart from Zach and Damon, she was the only one that was aware of who he was. She was almost close to breaking her vow of ignoring him to remind him that Alex knew who he too was since he had tried to kill him.

"What's going on with you?" She looks at Caroline startled, quickly blocking her phone so no one could see what she had just read. The blonde had her eyebrows furrowed as she glanced around Olivia's face. "Seriously... What's the matter?"

"Uh..." It wasn't like she could tell Caroline what was bothering her. She couldn't (nor should) mention that Stefan had started texting her to 'keep an eye' on Elena. That would set off another completely different set of issues.

"Libbie!" Caroline mutters sternly as she narrows her eyes when the girl doesn't reply "You're acting so weird... Just tell me," she adds with a softer tone of voice.

"There's this guy texting me," she tells Caroline begrudgingly making the previous annoyance in Caroline's face turn into delight. "No," she mutters narrowing her eyes trying to end whatever ideas that Caroline was having. "The guy is a thorn in my side."

Caroline seemed confused. "Why? And who's texting you?"

"Doesn't matter because he's going to stop. I'm not answering to him," she replies making Caroline scoff. Caroline seemed ready to argue with her - she didn't know if it would be to discover the content of the texts or who was sending them or even something else- when Olivia sees Tom at a distance. "Don't tell him, okay?"

Caroline merely rolls her eyes. "Can you at least give me the full story later?"

Ignoring her request, Olivia smiles and quickly pecks her cheek. "Thank you," she beams at the blonde.

It was clear that Caroline was trying to remain annoyed but the corners of her mouth where twitching. "You're lucky that I love you, you crazy person."

"I love you too," she declares to the blonde as she warps her hand around her wrist. "Let's eat."

After that she no longer checked her phone in the presence of Caroline or any of the other 'cast' members. However, that didn't mean that Stefan had suddenly realized that she didn't want to speak. The school day had already ended when she realized that even if she didn't reply to him, he'd continue. His last text had merely been her name with an interrogation mark. Not replying wasn't doing her any favors... clearly.

Daphne had ask her to do a few of her chores because she had to go out. Before telling Olivia that she'd be satisfied as long as she started making dinner after clearing the trash cans of the siblings rooms - and doing laundry, since it was her chore of the day - she'd be more that pleased, she explained that she was meeting with Jenna who was in a frenzy because Jeremy hadn't spent the night home and hadn't gone to school. She shoo's Daphne out of the house promising that everything would be fine and wishing her good luck with, what she dubbed, the Gilbert Drama. She didn't really remember anything like that happening in the series and briefly wondered if she had changed something that had outset this... Maybe it was because of the talk she had with Vicki? Well it wasn't like Jeremy acting up wasn't anything strange... She wouldn't worry about it before she was sure that she really had something to worry about and this wasn't just Jeremy being... season one Jeremy...

She was in the midst of separating the white clothes from the colorful ones when her phone rang. When she sees Stefan's name flashing she sighs before answering. Dear lord, the guy needed to find some sort of hobby.

"Did something happen?"

She could hear him take a deep breath of air. "You didn't answer," he mumbles almost sounding like a child whining.

"I had nothing to say," she counters with some annoyance. "And you were kind of losing it there pal. The part where you told me that Elena was like a life line to you was particularly creepy."

Despite what she assumed that would be his reply, Stefan laughed surprising her. "I was getting worried, thought you had gotten yourself in some sort of trouble."

"The only thing that I'm in danger of is getting lost under the piles of clothes," she mumbles as she replaces her hand with her shoulder to hold the phone as she returned to sorting the clothes. "Do you think that light yellow should go with the white clothes or the others?"

He hums. "How light?"

"Light light," she answer him as she holds it a little higher as she checked for the tags to see if they had dye in them. "Doesn't look like it stains either."

"White clothes," he tells her. "You're doing laundry?"

"Everyone one around the house helps." She continues sorting the clothes. "We all got our chores."

"Sounds... organized."

She nods despite the fact that he couldn't see. "Oh, it is. Cass has a white board and everything."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm-mhm. In the morning there's a line to check our chores," she jokingly says.

"Really?"

"No," she deadpans.

"Cass is your older sister?"

"Yes. Give me a second, I'm going to load the machine." She looks at the products, her gaze falling in the fabric conditioner. "Lavender or Sunshine Days?"

Without missing a beat he replies, "Sunshine Days."

"Okay, thanks." She carefully places the phone in the ground before walking to the washing machine. Once she had, she quickly places the correct amount of product in their designated places before turning it on. "So what prompted this call?" When he doesn't reply she sighs. "Stefan?"

"Can we continue with the chores talk?"

She sighs again. Oh, she didn't get the guy. "I already took out the trash from my other siblings rooms, I'm waiting for the clothes to finish washing to put them in the dryer and later... I'll make dinner."

"You're the one that cooks?" She could hear a hint of surprise in his voice.

"No," she quickly corrects him. "It's usually Daphne or James. Well, dinner. Cass usually does breakfast and in the weekends Liam, Tom or I will help out with the meals. During the week we usually eat somewhere around the town." She furrows her eyebrows as she walks to her bedroom to start doing her homework. "You really want to hear me talk about chores?"

"Sure," he mumbles. "I never had that big of a family and... well, I had servants and then it was mostly just me."

Instead of making a comment regarding his human days she frowns, he was definitely acting strangely. "Okay weirdo. So the white board of activities also shows our schedules so everyone knows where everyone is."

"Really?"

She laughs at his surprised tone. "Really. For instance, Jimmy... uh, James," she corrects herself as an afterthought. "Is at the hospital. He had a late shift today. It's all in the white board of destiny," she adds.

"Where are your other two siblings?"

"Uh, at uni." She closes the door and walks to her desk. "Can I now ask what's going on? Because I seriously doubt that either talking about washing clothes or my siblings is... relevant," she finishes awkwardly. "So, just say whatever it is that you had to say."

She heard him sigh. "What if I just wanted to check on you?"

She snorts. "I didn't speak all that much with Elena today, so I can't give you the latest scoop. From what I gather she's okay... you know that you can speak with her, right? Nothing is forcing you remain silent."

"With all this." She wondered what this was specifically. His brother? The fact that he was a vampire? The attacks? The list was seemingly endless. "I... I just have to deal with Damon... I still worry even if I'm the biggest danger in her life."

"Look Stefan, I'm not going be your informant," she says with somewhat sternly. "Elena and I aren't that close and even if we were, I'd refuse. Okay?"

"I know," he mumbles. "You've made that clear..."

Seriously, this was being weird and she didn't really know how to react to it. "So," she prompts. "Are you going to tell me why you called or are we going to pretend I believe you? And I don't," she points out. Stefan merely sighs in the other end.

"Why wouldn't you? Aren't we friends?"

She fought the urge to scoff. "Stefan," she mumbles tiredly. "I could point out the fact that you barely know me-"

"I'm-"

She continues as if he hadn't interrupted. "Or that the danger I'd been in the past days is currently out of commission, napping in your creepy cellar. Why would you want to check up on me if not for Elena?"

"I'm hurt that you don't consider us friends," he mumbles with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"I'm sure you'll survive," she counters. "I don't have to tell you that we barely know each other, do I?"

"But we have so much in common," he says with a light tone. "Both of us were attacked by the other's brother... who are seemingly rash people..." She sighs with a small smile on her lips. "Not to mention that we both helped each other survive. Traumatic experiences bring people together... C'mon Jackson, you literally had my blood in your veins."

She chuckles despite knowing that this was a serious thing. This definitely was a side of Stefan that she hadn't expected to see... well, with her and this soon at the very least. "Okay, I give you that. I'm willing to admit our friendship even if you didn't write me the list as you said you would."

"I'll send it to you soon." When he realizes that she wouldn't comment he continues, "What's what you making for dinner?"

She laughs, shaking her head. The guy had lost it. "Haven't decided. Recommendations?"

"You can't go wrong with Italian food. Tell me what you ingredients you have and I'll help you out."

It was only then that it occurred to her, Stefan Salvatore seemed to be feeling lonely. He didn't want to contact Elena and Zach wasn't probably the person he felt most comfortable speaking with given... everything... "Deal, you have to wait though... it's too early to start making dinner." She makes a small pause. If she was right, he probably wanted to continue talking. "Want to help out with homework?"

"I might as well keep up with classes..." There was a certain lightness in his tone that made her think that she was right in assuming that he felt alone. "You're going to begin with what?"

"English," she replies.

She hears something in the background. "Okay, got my stuff. What are we doing?"

The conversation shifted to homework and even if Olivia was well aware that she was intelligent, she had to admit that Stefan did help her. It wasn't like that she had depended on him, if he hadn't called she would have done it regardless but his replies to some of the questions did bring her to new perspectives. And when it was time to cook dinner, like he had said, he did help her out with dinner. His instructions were precise and even if she wasn't the best of cooks, she had no problem following - at some points the conversation got a bit silly as she tried, almost desperately, do describe the colors, shades and flavors as she tasted it so he knew how it was turning.

"You completely deserve your Saint Stefan moniker," she teases him as she turns off the stove. "Bet everyone is going to love it."

He chuckles. "Tell me their reactions."

"Will do." She was about to continue, thanking him once again, when she heard Tom and Alex speaking. They had gotten home a while ago and now that they were returning to the kitchen she knew she had to hang up before they asked questions about who she was speaking with. There was no way, in hell or heaven that she'd tell them. "I have to hang up. My brothers are here."

"Oh, okay. Have a nice dinner."

"It's all thanks to you," she states with a light but serious tone. "You... too? Is that even appropriated?"

He laughs. "As appropriated as anything else. We'll speak later."

"Okay."

As she was storing her phone in the pocket, Alex glanced around the kitchen. "Smells good," he tells her with a smile.

Tom nods approvingly. "What did you cook?"

"It's a surprise," she says as she swats his hands away from the pan before he could take a peek. "You'll find out later. You guys finished with your chores?"

Alex glances weirdly at her but doesn't comment. "Yeah. Where's everyone?"

"Shouldn't Daph be home?" Tom agrees.

"Gilbert drama," she mumbles making the two teenagers roll their eyes. "Jenna was distressed, Jeremy did something." Even if she didn't add an again she was aware that every single person in the kitchen was thinking the same.

Alex immediately scoffs making Tom sigh. "Do you need help with anything?"

"Took care of everything already," she states as she walks out of the kitchen with the teenagers on her trail. "Maybe we should get in touch with Daphne and Jimmy? I don't know when they're supposed to get home."

"We can do that," Tom says agreeably.

Alex merely shakes his head with a scowl on his face. "Why weren't you at practice today?"

"Was I supposed too?"

Tom groans, shooting a glare in his direction that made the younger teenager puff his chest in defiance. "He's in a pissed mood 'cause he and Tyler warmed the bench today. Acting like an ass gets you that," he mutters looking to his younger brother.

She glances between them trying to understand what was wrong. "Did something happen?"

Alex is the one that breaks their stare of. "Nah, I'm just acting like an ass. Don't pay attention." With a grin, doing what he thought that was a rather cute pose, he walks to her and once he was close he slides his arm over her shoulder. "Wanna help me out with homework Fred?"

She chuckles, shaking her head a bit. Sometimes she got whiplash from his sudden mood swings. "Sure." She moves her attention to Tom - he had a scowl on his face, as if he didn't really approve. "You'll call them?" Tom merely nods. "Thanks."

On the three days that Stefan was missing from classes a new routine was formed. The vampire would text her - and she was surprised that only one third of the messages were regarding Elena. Her assumption that he was feeling lonely seemed to be correct since even if she was speaking of the most trivial things, he'd continue the conversation. She noticed that he made a point in not speaking about supernatural things - the only thing that they did address daily was Damon, Stefan seemed to be decided to keep her on the loop, but that was about it. She really didn't get how the trivial things that they spoke about - that mainly revolved about school, books and movies - helped out but after asking twice what he was trying to achieve and receiving replies in the lines of 'getting to know my new friend' she decided to let it go. She wouldn't get a reply and nothing in their conversations could exactly endanger her.

She also took advantage of the small pause that those three days provided her because she was knew that once Damon broke free the issues would again start. What did worry her was the fact that things were slightly different, not by a huge amount, she still could safely predict how most things would happen but things had definitely changed. For instance, Vicki wasn't spending time with Jeremy - nor Tyler for that matter. While the latter didn't seem to care either way, the first seemed to be acting up even worse than he had on the series. On those three days Olivia caught Daphne speaking with Jenna several times about his behavior. He would disappear from classes and return at odd hours in the morning - Jenna seemed to be at her wits end on how to deal with the teenager. Another of the changes was the fact that Elena was still in the cheerleading squad. Olivia didn't know what that would mean for the plot but it wasn't like it worried her a lot - it seemed like a minor change.

If Stefan didn't spoke much about Elena - probably because whenever he brought her up Olivia would remind him that she wouldn't play the part of spy or babysitter for him - the reverse wasn't true. Whenever she spent time with the girls she'd hear a lot about how the girl was worried (and slightly pissed off) about his behavior. She was worrying that her conversation about how Damon had kissed her had brought this on and, well, it wasn't like Olivia could say something to ease her mind. She didn't want to get pulled to their relationship... And she promised herself that she wouldn't. Those two should deal with their own shit because she had bigger things to worry about.

"But he didn't say anything at all?"

She sighs as she looks to her burger. Maybe she should have gone have lunch with Alex. Caroline glances in her direction making her force a smile as she took a bit of her food. "Just that he had something to deal with," Elena replies as she pokes her fries with a frown in her face. "I don't know what to think..."

"Maybe he had a family issue," Bonnie mumbles as she tries to reassure the girl. "I mean, with a brother like that..." She trails off knowing that everyone could easily understand her point.

"I don't even know if I should be mad or not... It's not like we were official or anything..."

Caroline snorts. "Please, he was all over you... And not in an 'I want to bang you and ditch you' way. I say that you should confront him," she states. "He can't pull that on you and you shouldn't let him."

Elena sighs. "I refuse to be the girl that gets depressed because of a guy."

While Caroline scoffs, as if she didn't approve, Bonnie offers her a small smile. "You'll speak with him when he finishes with his issues... I'm sure he has a reasonable explanation."

"I guess so." Elena then looks to Olivia, who kept eating without adding anything. "What's your take on this?" Olivia widens her eyes as she chocks on the food. Caroline immediately starts smacking her back as she reaches for the water. "Libbie?"

She looks to Caroline, flashing her a smile in appreciation. "Are you okay?" She looks to Bonnie and nods to signal that she was fine now.

Elena had a small smile on her lips. "Sorry if I startled you..."

"S'okay," she mumbles as she takes another gulp of her drink. "About your question. I wouldn't know," she says shrugging her shoulders. "It can be so many things that." She makes a pause as she shakes her head a bit. "Bonnie's right, I guess. You should speak with him once he finishes whatever he's doing."

Caroline frowns. "He's acting like an ass. Tom tried to speak with him the other day, because of practice and barely got a reply." Olivia looks to Caroline with a slightly surprised expression. She didn't know that Tom had tried to contact him nor that he apparently had barely spoken to him... The guy was almost constantly texting her. "Yeah, it was like he really didn't care."

"If he's away because of issues, I guess he has other things to worry about than football practice," She comments as she turns to her food. "Look, I think this is pointless... It's not like we know what's going on."

Caroline groans. "Oh, you're being such a weirdo," she mumbles with a frown. "It's like you're defending him."

"I'm not," Olivia quips with a frown. "What I'm saying is that we don't know what he's up to."

Caroline crosses her arms over her chest. "He's acting like an ass. He owes Elena a serious apology, whatever it is that he's dealing with doesn't mean that he should keep her in the dark... especially after walking around her like he wanted to date her. That's a douchebag move."

Olivia sighs as she raises her hands in the air in mock surrender. The last thing she wanted was to argue with Caroline. "I didn't say anything to contradict that. I agree... and I also think that I have nothing to do with it so I shouldn't be discussing this. It's between them." The girls seemed surprised at her words.

"Seriously, you're being weird," Caroline comments with a worried expression. "Since when do you think that? You gave me plenty of advices before."

Olivia looks to her plate as she tried to arrange her thoughts. She wished she could tell them that she really wanted nothing to do with Elena and Stefan's relationship - the drama that came with it wasn't worth it. "I don't think I'm being weird," she states as she looks to Caroline. "I just don't know what's going on Care... Imagine that I do give Elena an advice, like that she should argue with him and she ends up doing so." She makes a pause with her eyes still focused on Caroline. "Then we discover that he was dealing with serious issues because of his family... like someone was terribly sick. I'd feel like a bloody twat," she finishes giving the blonde, what she hoped that it was, a convincing expression. "That's why I rather not say anything one way or the other. What I do know about this is that we don't know why he's acting like that."

"She's right," Bonnie comments shooting her a small smile. She turns to Elena. "You're not going to contact him?"

Elena shakes her head. "His last reply was that he'd explain things when he finished dealing with whatever it is that he's dealing with."

Olivia abstained from further interacting. She was thankful that at least they refrained from asking her opinion. The only good thing that came with the fact that tomorrow was the day that Stefan was going to return (she sincerely hoped or else the plot had changed more than she had previously predicted) was knowing that at least these conversations where going to stop. However, in light of what was going to transpire she couldn't even allow herself to feel happy for it because the price was certainly high. Even if she had reached the conclusion that she wasn't what one would call text book hero she wasn't that bad... or maybe she was, she could no longer tell, after all, she wasn't doing a thing to make teenagers steer clear of the cemetery where a bloodbath would take place... Fuck, she only gave vague warning to Stefan about terrible things that would take place and didn't elaborate. Maybe Olivia was worse than she thought.

During the morning she was feeling a little worried. Stefan hadn't texted her and she still hadn't caught sign that he was returning. Her worries immediately vanish when she sees him speaking with Elena and she lets out a deep sigh of relieve that made both Caroline and Tom look at her with confusion. She mumbles that she was glad that he had returned because their conversations about the couple had been driving her insane and walked away to her locker before one of the could further inquire. Of course that, again, things weren't exactly normal - being normal the plot - because once she closed her locker Stefan wasn't speaking with Elena. No, Stefan was right next to her and Elena, Caroline and Tom were giving them odd looks that didn't seem to disturb him.

"Uh, hello?"

He offers her a small smile. "Hey. Sorry for not tex-"

She shakes her head in a slight panic. She didn't want to explain to her friends that she was sure that were still observing them why was Stefan Salvatore speaking with her. "It's okay. Here." She shoves a notebook in his hands. "All that you missed from our shared classes!"

He furrows his eyebrows as he glances from the book to her. "What?"

"I really don't want to explain why we're friends... Bonding in the woods is hard to explain to people that... weren't in the woods when said bonding... occurred..." She finishes awkwardly.

Several things seemed to be going through his mind. First he furrowed his eyebrows, then he gapped. There was a part where he just seemed amused at her panic. He settled in a mocking frown. "Are you ashamed of our friendship?"

She rolls her eyes. "If I say yes will you go away?"

"You hurt my feelings," he teases her with the mocking frown in its place.

"Honestly this is not the time for your bizarre humor." She shakes her head trying to transmit her disapproval. "How am I supposed to explain this? Because they're going to ask..." She lowers her tone of voice, "We're are buddies, he shared his blood with me it would be rude otherwise? Not to mention our bonding sessions at the woods where one of us was bleeding? Or maybe I should mention the attempts of murder from our brothers... That does seem like good stories to share." She scoffs.

"Relax," he mumbles seemingly taking the situation more seriously. "I also used the homework excuse."

She sighs as a small smile appears on her lips. "Good! And, uh, do keep an eye on Zach, okay?"

He seemed alarmed. "Why?"

"You know why," she mutters. She then pats his arm energetically. "Don't forget to return me the book when you're finished!" With that she hurries to Caroline before he could ask or do something else.

"What was that?"

The trio had their eyes on her and would glance back to where she figured that Stefan was. "He wanted to know about English?" She looks to Elena. "Everything better?" Elena frowns as she glances to the ground.

The diversion worked and she had to fight the urge to loudly thank the heavens. "I don't know... We're going to speak later today," she adds with a slightly more upbeat tone.

"What was his excuse? It better be a good one too!" Caroline crosses her arms over her chest. "You better not forgive him before making him grovel."

With that Olivia relaxes knowing that for now she was safe from any questions. She was aware that at one point or another Caroline would revise the subject of Stefan 'asking' for her notes... She just hoped that she would believe whatever Olivia said, but then again, it wasn't like luck had been on her side ever since she got on TVD.

She was home, listening to Daphne rant about Jeremy's behavior as they had lunch - something that everyone in the household was already tired of - when she realized that maybe she had completely ruined everything - or saved, she couldn't really tell. Damon wasn't controlling Caroline so how was he supposed to escape? Was there even someone he was going to control? Was he doomed? Or was Zach going to be the one to set him free? She starts nibbling her bottom lip as guilt gnaws her insides. Had she condemned Zach's life?

She hadn't realized that the kitchen was in silence or that she was having a full blown panic attack. "Fred?"

She was playing God with people's lives and she really didn't have that right... How could someone deal with that pressure? What if she made everything exponentially worse? How was even she supposed to make it better? It wasn't like she really trusted anyone around since they all seemed to have their own agendas - okay, some had somewhat pure intentions while others were... misguided. Why her? Why was she in an universe that would ended up killing her? What possibly could have happened for her to end here?

"Look at me sweetie," Daphne coos as she grabs her hands. She blinks as she realizes that not only was she hyperventilating but her whole body was shaking. "Now breathe with me. In and out."

"What is happening," Alex mumbles with a distressed tone.

Daphne glances in his direction. "She's having a panic attack," she says with a calm tone of voice. "And you aren't helping." She turns to Olivia. "Just breathe sweetie, you're doing fine." She closes her eyes and tries to slow down her breathing. She could faintly hear her brothers moving. "Just like that," Daphne encourages. "In and out."

The fact that no one else was speaking and that Daphne was speaking calmly to her did help. "Are you feeling better?"

She looks to Tom and nods. "What happened?"

She glances to the three faces that had their eyes trailed on her making her stress spike again. Daphne shakes her head. "No, no. It's okay... Uh, how about you go to your room rest and we clean this up. No chores for you today."

It wasn't the ideal solution - soon enough someone would be on her case again - but at least for now she would have peace. "Thank you."

"You're staying," Daphne says sternly and when she glances back she realizes that Alex had tried to follow her.

Maybe she had done something horrible in her past because she was wrong in thinking that going to her bedroom would give her peace - even if it would only last hours. She had been lying on her bed, trying to distract herself from thinking just how fucked up her life really was when her phone started to ring. Seeing Stefan's name flash did nothing to ease the stress she was feeling, if anything it increased it exponentially. She rapidly understood that the vampire would leave her alone because even if she hadn't answered his call the first six times he tried, he seemed hell bent in speaking with her. Really, he didn't know how to take a hint.

"What is it?" She mutters tiredly.

"Damon attacked Zach," he deadpans. "How did you know?"

She closes her eyes. "I don't like to be the person to say, I told you so but I told you so."

"Olivia-"

She interrupts him not feeling in the mood to hear whatever he wanted to tell her. "Just get him out of the house before he goes permanently. And please, leave me alone... I'm not having a good day."

"Olivia," he mumbles with a stern tone.

"Good bye Stefan." With that she disconnects the phone.

He called a couple more of times before realizing that she wouldn't pick up and then seemingly gave up. She knew that he would eventually ambush her but she was aware that for now he'd be busy dealing with Elena so she'd have time.

She laughs bitterly as she thinks about how now she was avoiding people - as if she didn't have enough to worry about. Caroline and Tom regarding the possible conversation she had with Stefan - that she seriously hoped that never reached Alex's ears or else something dramatic and stupid would most definitely take place - Alex and his many questions about what exactly did she know that she was barely managing to avoid; her family and inquiries about why she had a panic attack, and last but not least, Stefan's questions about her supposed visions of the future. Just how was she supposed to deal with all this shit?

Apart from having little to no luck Olivia realized that if things could go wrong they would. It started with Stefan calling her at ungodly hours to not only warn her that Damon had gotten away but to somehow try to guilt trip her into sharing more details of what his brother was up to. That conversation was cut short because of Elena making a drastic entrance and Stefan in a rather startled - and most definitely rude considering that he had woken her up from a somewhat peaceful slumber - manner disconnecting the call abruptly. That wasn't even the worst of it. Sure, that made her mentally prepare for somehow being roped into somehow aiding her and trying to come up with ways to avoid it but what ended up happening was much worse.

The day started with Alex waking her up. She'd be lying if she said that she didn't automatically knew that something was wrong... It was clear by his posture that Alex Jackson wasn't in a good mood and that the source of his anger was possibly her. Olivia didn't know exactly what had cause him to shake her violently or why he was glaring with his hands clenched and his body slightly trembling. There were several possibilities that went from not sharing what had induced her panic attack on the previous day to the discovery that she and Stefan Salvatore had been speaking somewhat frequently. Sure, she couldn't really come up with something that would make someone literally tremble in rage but if Olivia had learned something it was that whenever Alex got angry, he got severely pissed off. He didn't seem to possess a middle ground when it came to his rage. Now an enraged Alex was something that would make most worry - and she did worry about what could have she possibly done to make him lose his plot... But, the cherry in her seemingly shitty life was the fact that he was merely glaring at her without elaborating why he had woken her up at 5:30 in the morning nor why was he pissed off.

"Am I supposed to guess what put you in that state?"

Her tone hadn't been mocking nor angry. She knew not to add to the fire. It seemed that it didn't matter that she had spoken calmly to him, he acted as if she had slapped him across the face. "Are you fucking with me now?" To say that she was startled would be the same to say that hell was lukewarm. Never in the time that she had become Olivia Jackson had Alex spoken with her like that. For a while she merely gaps with her eyes widen in surprise as she tries to understand what was originating such hostility. "Do you know how many people died yesterday?" With his words she merely closes her eyes as she understands his point. Damon had broken free like had happened on the show, things hadn't changed that much from what had happened in the show… that meant that teenagers had died in the Cemetery. "You fucking knew? I can't believe this." He groans in anger. "This has to be a nightmare of some kind… Fuck, this can't really be happening."

"Liam..."

He snarls. "Don't." He was looking at her as if she was the worst person in the entire universe. "Who is the vampire? If it's not Stefan who the fuck is killing people?" He narrows his eyes.

If she had previously regretted ever opening her big mouth to Alex... it was nothing in comparison to what she was feeling now. She looks at him sadly. "I'm not going to tell you... Let me deal with it," she mumbles as she gets up. She was once again stressing out to the point that she would probably have a panic attack, but she had to check things, or rather, people... person... Vicki Donovan.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?!" He yells. He started pacing, clenching and unclutching his fists with his jaw tightly closed. She could tell that he was doing his best not to lose his mind completely and thrashing her room. He suddenly stops and looks to her. There was a mixture of disappointment, disgust and rage swirling in his eyes. "What the fuck are you doing? Did you really lose your mind Fred? This isn't a fucking game, people are dying... we could be next! Just give me the fucking name and I'll make sure that it gets to the hands of the council without anyone knowing it was us..."

"I can't do that." She couldn't, there was so much to come and Damon's death wouldn't really change it... besides, at one point he'd change, sort of. Then there was also the thing that she didn't know what would happen if he died, it could make bigger catastrophes to Mystic Falls...

He gaps as if he didn't believe she had just told him that. "You can't? You can't?!" he groans again. "Oh, you completely lost your mind." He narrows his eyes. "What's to prevent me from going to Cass and telling her?"

"You promised," she states in panic. "You promised Liam, this would stay between us!"

"Yeah? I didn't think that it would lead to you condoning murder... While you're doing whatever it is that you think you're doing people are dying," he says through his gritted teeth. "Your hands are bloody Fred, dripping with blood because you can stop this and-"

She slaps him. By the looks on their faces one would think that he was the one that had slapped her. "Get out," she mumbles.

"Fred..."

"I don't care. Tell Cassandra, do whatever the fuck it is that you want but I want you out and I want you out now!"

He gaps. "I didn't mean-"

"Out!" She screeches.

She narrows his eyes. "This is the last time," he mutters. "He kills someone else and I'm going to Cassandra and I'll tell her everything... Fuck the consequences. You might think that you know what you're doing but you don't. Clearly." With that he turns his back and leaves her bedroom.

She was fully aware that his reaction was expected given the circumstances. Things had been rocky with the discovery that she was aware that Stefan was a vampire and that there was a second one causing mayhem... She hadn't exactly been forthcoming with him - nor she did she feel like she could be given the reactions he had - and she was aware that it was a matter of time till he lost his patience with her. Alex wasn't by nature a patience person so in a way she had expected something of the sort to happen, however she hadn't expected this. It wasn't like he was wrong, or rather, completely wrong. The blood, in a way, was on her hands. She had previous knowledge that people were going to die and she had done little to nothing to prevent it. Okay, she made sure that Damon was out of Caroline's path - possibly condemning someone else to take her place - and had perhaps saved Vicki's and Zach's lives but was it enough? She didn't really know how many teenagers had died in Damon's hand last night but she did know that it was more than two (the currently tally of lives that she might have saved). It also didn't help that Mystic Falls would get a rather high death rate in the coming times and now, because of Alex's words, she felt like that blood was on her hands... It was impossible for her to prevent it even if she did everything in her power, so many people were going to die. On that moment she felt like she was drowning in the blood of all of the possible victims of the supernatural inhabitants.

How was she supposed to deal with this? She wasn't that good of a person - that much had been made crystal clear even before Alex's outburst - and even if she was fairly smart, her plans weren't that good nor was she willing to risk her life to make sure that they became that good like becoming a vigilante (or babysitter) so people didn't die possibly condemning her to death in their place. She was fucked one way or another and she had no direction nor guidance to know what was the right way of dealing with this. If anything this whole thing was making her feel pathetic.

She cleans her tears before blowing up the candle that Alex had lit so their siblings didn't hear their argument. After quickly gathering her clothes she dresses herself. She had to get out of the house before she stumbled on one of her siblings and find a way to make things a bit better. A way to wipe out the guilt she was feeling. She had to see if Vicki was alright - she really needed a win and maybe if Vicki was alright she'd feel a bit better... less guilty - and decide if she should come clean to Stefan or not. Those thoughts quickly disappear. If Alex, who knew little to nothing of what was going on reacted like this when things went wrong, she could only imagine the horror that would happen when Stefan - and god forbid! - Damon when something endangered Elena. She could possibly pay with her life and as if was, she already felt pressured enough. Oh, she wasn't cut out for this shit.

Her plan was somewhat successful. She managed to leave the house without coming in contact with most of its inhabitants, apart from Tom that almost chased her as he tried to make sense of why was she looking like someone had killed her puppy. She also learned that Vicki Donovan wasn't in the hands of Damon - she had gone there and was partially surprised when she found both of the Donovan siblings awake. Apparently the news of Damon's feast had already been spread and Vicki was now suffering from survivor's guilt. She had barely utter her excuses of wanting to check on the older sibling, when said girl tossed her arms around her body and started crying. Whatever relief she had hoped to find didn't come and little did she know that not even an hour later - when she was leaving the Donovan's household - would she feel even worse than when she was in her bedroom being scolded by the youngest Jackson.

She had been on her way to the school building trying to come up with a plan - even half or a third of a plan would be good enough - to deal with this mess when Stefan called her. Despite what she had done in the previous day, she quickly answered his call only to have her already fucked up day worsen.

"He took Jeremy. Did you know that?"

The accusation in his tone made her feel guilty. Not because she knew - even if in retrospective she should have predicted since on the past week Daphne vented a lot about Jenna and her issues with said teenager - but because her tries (if one could call what she had been doing trying) of making things better could be doing the exact opposite. The feeling didn't disappear but another became stronger. Even if in a way this could all be blamed on her since she had meddled, Stefan Salvatore wasn't exactly innocent. Sure, her warning had been vague and not exactly what she qualify as persistent but she had warned him. She had told him that once Damon broke free he'd be pissed off and using Jeremy was a brilliant move - in an evil genius kind of way - to not only make sure that Stefan would comply with his demands but further endanger his relation with Elena. She didn't know whether to praise Damon or to stake him - if only because he was making her feel beyond shitty.

"Do not," she mutters as the feeling of rage becomes even more prominent. "What happened to he won't break free?" When he doesn't reply she scoffs. "I did warn you Stefan." She sighs as she recalls someone else that had perish that the hands of Damon's tantrum. "Is Zach...?"

"No," he mumbles with a much more gentle tone. "After almost snapping his neck a second time... I convinced Zach to go on vacations till I left town..."

The guilt she was feeling was so much that despite knowing that Zach was alive and kicking... she felt no relief. "At least you listened to that," she comments snidely. "To make this day even better if your brother kills someone else I'm in for a world of trouble. Liam decided that your brother's snacks are painting my hands a lovely shade of blood and that if I don't give his name so he can be properly dealt with-"

He groans. "Of course. Because this wasn't enough."

"It never is," she says with a sickly sweet tone. "So get to it and get his fucking ring while I'm going to make sure that Jeremy doesn't die."

"You are?"

She didn't like the surprise in his tone... it was as if he expected her to do nothing while someone was in danger. While that might be true - in the general sense - Jeremy was also important (or would be) and even if he wasn't, today she was feeling so guilty that dying to save someone didn't seem that bad of a deal. "No, I'm going to join your brother and paint the town red," she deadpans.

"I didn't-"

She didn't care for his excuses. "Just get the ring."

She didn't even have plan as she made way to the Boarding House nor knew what to expect. In the show Damon and Vicki had been dancing and drinking but somehow she didn't really expect to find Jeremy doing the same. She just hoped that Vicki's previous fate hadn't somehow became his because the implications (and the consequences) wouldn't be pleasant, that much she was sure. She groans again in a mixture of desperation and frustration... She wasn't cut for this.

Despite not knowing what to expect she was surprised when she entered the house. Once she had opened the door she found Damon siting in the sofa with a passed out Jeremy lying on the ground in what seemed a rather uncomfortable position. The vampire seemed to be deeply amused by her sudden appearance and made no motion to her as she rushed to Jeremy - on that moment she prayed to whatever made this shit happen that Jeremy was alive.

"Tell me that you didn't kill him," she mumbles as she tries to find a pulse.

"He's alive and kicking," he says pleasantly. "Not literally kicking," he drawls as he gestures to the passed out boy. "But you get the picture."

He did have a pulse even if his neck was somewhat... torn. "You didn't turn him?" She couldn't see any traces of blood on the teenager's mouth but she didn't exactly know what had happened previously to her arrival.

"My brother and I are the only undead haunting the town." She narrows her eyes, for some reason he seemed to be having the time of his life. "I didn't know that you and my brother were thick as thieves," he trails off. "Or did he send you here as a gift? Like, your life for little Gilbert's?"

She was suddenly rethinking all of her decisions. Not only the ones since she started living in Mystic Falls… but everything that she had ever decided. "He's getting your ring."

He grins. "Oh, I know that. If he doesn't his girlfriend's brother is a meal." He seemed even more amused. "And you are the desert." He makes a grand gesture of licking his lips which immediately made her want to harm him. She didn't because she had to conserve her magic, if she was a traditional witch, this conversation would go much differently. "This doesn't seem like the traditional rescue party..." He trails off as he gets up. She warily observes him refiling his glass. "And if so, what are you doing here Glinda?"

She scoffs. "Maybe making sure that you don't cause more problems?"

"Me?" He looks to her as if he was completely innocent and like she was insane to accuse him. "My brother is the one to blame. Not only did he steal from me but he also poisoned me." He takes a sip of his drink. "You should really rethink your alliance... or whatever it is that you two have going on... He's not all that he seems to be."

"Of course," she mumbles with a sweet tone. She was completely fed up with the Salvatore's antics and the day had just begun. "You are a victim to your brother's evil schemes."

He smirks. "Precisely... so don't be coy," he mumbles with a somewhat excited expression. "Are you going to tell me what exactly is going on between you and my brother?"

She didn't reply because on that moment Jeremy regained his senses. She doesn't have time to feel relief - not only because she didn't have to deal with Damon weird questioning but because Jeremy was seemingly fine (or as fine as one could be after an encounter with a vampire) - because he immediately lost his plot. He shoved her away from him after she tried to help him get up, making her stumble into the couch and dangerously close to the currently deranged vampire that could kill her before she was able to defend herself. If that wasn't enough for her to give her the urge of smacking him repeatedly, the fact that he was now yelling at Damon definitely set in stone that urge.

"Stay away from me monster!" Before Damon got any ideas of snapping her neck or draining her, she puts space between them. "Are you like him? Are you going to... suck my blood?"

Damon rolls his eyes. "I liked you better when you were passed out."

"Calm down," she mumbles as she tries to walk to him without fully turning her back on Damon.

Deranged Jeremy throws a lamp in her direction that she was barely able to dodge. "Stay away!"

While she narrows her eyes to the hysteric teenager, Damon laughs. It wasn't an 'oh, this is a good joke' kind of laugh but more of a 'this is the funniest shit I've ever seen' kind of laugh. She only narrows her eyes in absolute distaste. Oh, really, she wasn't cut out for this shit. "Maybe you are more entertaining than I thought."

"I'm going to leave."

Damon was no longer amused and now Olivia was once again rethinking all of the decisions she had ever thought. "You're going to stay here," she says with the calmest tone she could conjure. The teenager must have felt like she was threatening him because he was now holding one of the chairs. "You're going to calm down and stay here, quietly."

"I don't think he's going to listen," Damon mocks as he gets up. "And, well, it's been a few hours since I had a taste."

"Bloody hell," she mutters as her body tenses. She tried to prepare to whatever was going to unfold, because one thing was sure. Something was going to happen because Jeremy wouldn't remain there by his own choice and Damon wouldn't let him leave.

With Damon's words Jeremy freaked out even more. There was maybe a second where he seemed to pounder his choices - mainly whether to throw the chair at one of them or to run to the door - and then things were hectic. Jeremy decided that Damon was the bigger threat and proceeded to chuck the chair at him. It failed the intended target knocking in its place one of the side tables. As she heard glass breaking and Jeremy yelling in either distress or in frustration, Damon was now attacking. He had latched on Jeremy's neck and the teenager was clearly struggling. In turn Olivia attacked Damon that despite screeching at the pain managed to continue gripping onto Jeremy - making said teenager continue his powerless wails.

"Let him go Damon," she demands once she stops harming him.

Damon licks his lips as his grip on the human bow slackens. Not that it seemed that it was doing Jeremy any good, he looked like he was about to pass out again. "What if I don't?"

"Then I'll have to hurt you," she deadpans ignoring his smirk. "I thought that it was obvious."

Olivia would end up concluding that she was quite possibly one of the stupidest persons that had ever roamed Mystic Falls. Because while she was 'chatting' with Damon, he had made a plan to take her out of the picture. Sure, she wasn't continuously harming him because unlike others she didn't have an endless source of magic juice but she should have at least predicted that he was going to attack her and grab something to defend herself with or make a plan to prevent becoming his prey. She hadn't finished saying the word 'obvious' when he rammed his shoulder into her and sunk his fangs into her neck.

Despite the situation she found herself in - Damon having left go of her neck so he could loudly groan at the pain she was once again causing her - she ended up being lucky. Stefan finally got there and removed his brother from her. His vampire face made a brief appearance, something that did not really surprised her given the amount of blood that was actually in the room, but he did not lose control. In the midst of all that mess what did surprise her was when Elena entered the room yelling Jeremy's name. Despite the obvious changes in the plot it seemed that Elena ended up discovering that Stefan - and Damon - were vampires... she did wonder exactly what had he told Elena to explain her presence there since the girl did not seem neither surprised nor scared... not that she had really given her any attention.

"Let's not do this again," Damon mumbles to her as he shakes off Stefan from him. He narrows his eyes to his brother before extending his hand. "My ring..." Stefan scoffs before tossing it to him. "Good boy."

Elena, who had started weeping at her brother's state, was holding Jeremy's head against her chest. "Jeremy, Jeremy."

Damon waves his hand dismissively. "He's fine."

"Fine?!"

Ignoring the conversation (if one thought that Elena calling Damon a sociopath counted as one) that Damon and Elena were having as Stefan gave his blood to Jeremy and tried to explain to Elena the danger of having his blood in the teenagers system, she tries to get up. She quickly disregards that idea since she felt a little faint and somewhat crawled to a wall so she could sit. She pinches the bridge of her nose as she wonders just how much more worse could this day get. She was currently bleeding from her neck, courtesy of the one and only Damon Salvatore - she really understood why half of the people on the show had wanted him dead, he was an asshole and even though she knew that it would get better... she still wanted to plunge something in his stomach and twist it, maybe then he'd get the clue that this shit was not acceptable. So, apart from bleeding from her neck, her back hurting from being tackled into the ground she was now, joy of all joys, listening to one Elena Gilbert cry as she scolded the vampire. It wasn't like he deserved it, like previously stated, Olivia was all on board of making the asshole suffer for his wrong doings but it wasn't like he was going to listen or like it wouldn't make things worse. If anything he was faintly amused as he heard her scold him as he drank. In the midst of all this, Stefan was tending to the passed out teenager on the floor sparing a few worried glances in her direction as she remained sat in the ground. She knew that once everything was alright he'd turn to her what she didn't know was how was she going to deal with the inevitable conversation she was sure he would want to have - she hadn't planned that far ahead, well, if she was honest she couldn't claim to have planned anything at all... if she had she wouldn't have been in this position and if they knew that, she was aware that whatever conversation he and Elena would most definitely have would be ten times worse.

Her thoughts come to a halt when Jeremy wakes up. Whereas Damon was smirking, Stefan, Elena and she were looking to him with worry. Sure, they were all worrying about different things: Elena and Stefan were mainly worrying about his welfare (which to some extent she also was), even if the latter was concerned with the fact that his girlfriend's brother now knew about vampires; Olivia was worrying about what it would mean to her everything that had happened because this encounter could get to her family and she was sure that it would be hell to pay if they learned what had happened.

"What," he mumbles as he blinks his eyes.

"You are okay," Elena tells him as she proceeds to hug him. "Oh, I'm so glad that you are okay... I couldn't lose you Jer."

"There was," he mumbles as he tries to touch his neck. "My neck and Olivia didn't let me go..."

Elena looks to the girl that immediately frowns. "I just didn't want him to attack you," she states defensibly. "You threw a lamp at me."

Jeremy was now gapping as he tried to put distance between them - which was ridiculous since she was no way close to him. "That happened?!" He was hysteric. "Oh god, that happened?!"

"Shut up little Gilbert," Damon quips with a grin. "No one here is deaf."

That obviously didn't help not that Olivia was under the impression that Damon was particularly trying to aid those two. She sighs as Jeremy pushes his sister away and grabs the lamp that had survived the earlier events. He was now with his back pressed against a wall as he looked at them - Elena and Stefan included - as if they wanted to harm him.

"Jeremy calm down," Elena says somewhat sweetly. "I'm not going to let anyone harm you."

Damon merely snorts. "I don't know..." he drawls.

"Damon!"

Damon gets up making everyone tense. After what seemed a tired sigh he rolls his eyes and walks to the teenager. "Calm down, there's no danger." Immediately the lamp on his hand falls to the ground.

"What are you doing to him?!"

Stefan starts soothingly rubbing her back. "He's helping..." It didn't sound like the younger Salvatore particularly believed his words. "I'll explain it to you later."

"You will forget what happened here," Damon compels Jeremy.

"I will forget what happened here," he repeats.

As if the entire thing was a joke he turns to Elena. "See, all's fine." He turns to Jeremy again. "Once you wake up you'll feel amazing. FYI, stop hanging at cemeteries or it's going to get you killed."

Olivia wasn't the only one that was confused. Why was Jeremy at the cemetery? "What?!"

"Now sleep," Damon adds making Jeremy's body fall on the ground.

With that they resumed arguing again.

If the physical pain and possible nightmares for a foreseeable future weren't enough for her to feel that this was quite possibly the worst day she had so far, she was now fully aware of how haywire the plot actually was... Okay, maybe not to the point that what was happening was completely foreign but enough to make her doubt if she could fully predict what was going to take place next. She didn't even know if she should feel even more guilty or not - she was sure that if Elena Gilbert knew everything... especially the alternative to this, she would be in for a scolding - since, well, at least nobody had died today... and probably wouldn't die as a result of Damon wanting his ring back, like it had happened with Vicky. Maybe feeling good that she had managed to save Vicki's life wasn't exactly the direction that things should be going - someone else had gotten hurt - but at least it wasn't a complete and total disaster. Or at least that was what she was trying to convince herself because if not the guilt that she was feeling today would definitely make her drown. The same guilty that had made her play hero and come to the boarding house to play hero with Damon Salvatore.

She sighs loudly as she rests her head over her knees. Her life was going to be incredibly short if she didn't find a smarter way to deal with all this bullshit. Not that she really wanted to deal with any of this because she definitely hadn't been cut out to play a part in this insane universe.

"Are you even listening to me?" Elena screeches making her raise her head. Elena's eyes were trailed on Damon and she faintly wondered why the girl was yelling at him. Again, it wasn't like he didn't deserve it but just by looking around it was clear that he had no qualms about hurting people. "How could you?"

Damon scoffs as he approaches Olivia. She sends him a warning glance once she realizes that he was heading on her direction. She had enough of him to last a lifetime and honestly she just wanted him to leave her the fuck alone. "Damon," Stefan mutters as he flashes in front of her.

"Relax," Damon says mockingly. "I'm not going to hurt Glinda." He forcibly pats his brother shoulder and bends down. Stefan remains in his position, partially between them as he observed his brother. "You're looking pathetic," he informs her with a grin and takes another sip of his drink. "Seems like I did a number on you. You must be in a lot of pain," he concludes.

There was a scowl on her face as narrowed her eyes. "Your deductive power is astounding... You should change your name to Sherlock."

"Snarky." He smirks. Bites his wrist and offers to her.

Before his wrist could actually come close to her face, Stefan grabs it. "What are you playing at?"

"Make her look less pathetic so her family doesn't try to murder me." He removes his wrist and grins as Olivia gaps. "I got some of yours and I'm offering some of mine. Only fair, right?"

"You can't possibly trust him," Elena mutters with her arms crossed over her chest.

Olivia scoffs as she grabs his wrist. "Let's just get this over with. I'd like to go home and rethink my life choices."

"You're amusing." While Stefan and Elena look to her with varying degrees of apprehension and worry, Damon smirks and winks his eyes to the pair. "If you ever want to donate blood..."

She cleans her mouth as she fights the urge to vomit. She really hoped that this wouldn't become a thing... who was she kidding, the drama had barely started and she had already consumed vampire blood twice after being bitten by the same vampire. She had to stay away from Damon Salvatore or she wouldn't live to see the end of the year. "Not going to happen."

He shrugs before getting up. "You know where to find me Glinda." He grins to the others. "You have fun with that, I'm going out."

Once he was out of the room, Elena exhales loudly and her body partially relaxes. "We gotta do something about him... He have to make him stay away-"

"I'm also going," Olivia mumbles as she gets up not being in the mood to deal with them. She still felt a little woozy but was overall well...at least physical wise, mentally it was a completely different story.

"What? You can't," Elena mutters with disbelief plastered in her face. "We need to-"

"I need to shower," she interrupts Elena. "I need to get home and clean all traces that this happen because if my family suspects-"

"Did you not see what happened?"

She narrows her eyes. Elena was starting to get on her nerves. "I was here," Olivia points out. "Did you forget that my neck was torn open?" She gestures for the partially dried blood on her neck. "Does this ring any bells?"

"We need to calm down," Stefan says as he walks to Elena. He rubs her arms gently as he glances in Olivia's direction. "She's right, we need to talk..."

"He hurt him," Elena mumbles as she looks to the teenager that was still passed out on the ground.

She rolls her eyes. "Elena a lot of people were hurt by Damon... He got the better end of it."

"How can you say that?!"

"He's alive," Olivia yells back feeling completely fed up. After the conversation she had with Alex the only thing she could think of where the people that had died. "He's alive and others aren't. You should be thankful."

Elena gaps. "Thankful?! Are you kidding me? He was hurt!"

"That's it!" Olivia throws her arms in the air in exasperation. "I'm out."

"Olivia," Stefan calls her trying to see if she would stop.

She didn't. "I said I'm out."