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Chapter 8: Chi' Town

"Chicago. I fall asleep in Canada and wake up in Chicago. What happened to California?" Elena paced back and forth in Meredith's hotel room as she ranted to Bonnie and Meredith, who was buried underneath her bed sheets.

"Could you please not talk so loud?" Meredith was barely able to whisper. She held a hand to her pounding head and could feel the nausea returning. Meredith had spent all morning either curled up in bed or rushing to the bathroom to puke. Matt's hangover, after his and her night of drunken partying, was no better. At that very moment, he was in his own room suffering.

"Where are Damon and Stefan, anyway?" Bonnie asked.

"Please, stop talking…"

"Let's go find them. Meredith could use the quiet," Elena replied.

Meredith pulled the comforter over her head and sighed as Bonnie and Elena tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door softly behind them. Turning around, the girls came face to face with two pairs of eyes – magnificent green and fathomlessly black.

"We were just about to come find you," Bonnie said to Stefan and Damon.

"You two seem…stressed," Damon replied.

"We're in freaking Chicago! What game are you playing, Damon?" Elena snapped.

"I don't play games. But if you must know, I never intended for us to go straight to California. After this we still have Atlanta, Houston, and I've decided to add Las Vegas to the list. You have Mutt to thank."

"My name is Matt. What happened?" Matt walked up the hallway barefoot to meet the four. They blinked at him for a moment.

"What?"

It wasn't hard to tell that Matt had spent the previous night intoxicated. For starters, he still reeked of alcohol and his eyes were still bloodshot and glassy. Under his tank-top and shorts, Matt's skin was flushed pink. His usually kept hair was also a mess.

"I know I look like crap, alright? What I don't know is what the heck happened last night, after me and Meredith went to club. I don't even remember how I got here or what city we're in," said Matt.

"You got drunk at a party and almost married a girl named Jade. We both saved of you. Oh, and we're in Chicago now," Bonnie explained.

Matt held his head in his hands.

"Where's Jade?"

"We took her back to our hotel in Toronto and left a note to explain everything when she woke up. As far as we know, she's perfectly safe," Stefan replied and put a hand on Matt's shoulder. "Why don't you get some more rest?"

Matt dropped his hands to his side, in a daze. "I almost got married," he mumbled as he turned around to go back to his room.

Damon turned and flashed everyone a grin.

"So who wants to go bowling?"

The hotel where the group was staying was one of the finest in the city. For one, it was massive. Everything you needed in terms of food and entertainment was right there in one building, including a movie theatre, a shopping mall, restaurants, and – a bowling alley.

Stefan, Bonnie, and Elena (reluctantly) agreed to Damon's suggestion. There was nothing else to do, and they'd might as well make the best out of this bizarre vacation that said vampire arranged.

Damon, who had scored nothing but strikes, stepped up his lane ready to roll another one. Bonnie and Elena, who weren't so great in the scoring department, had resorted to buying snacks and chatting at a nearby table. Stefan, on the other hand, entered his brother's scores for him. He had bowled a few strikes himself and called it a day.

Before Damon could release his grip on the bowling ball, the shrill shriek of a girl behind him nearly made him drop the weighty object on his foot. The consequences if that happened would have been disastrous. Damon whirled around.

"Are you mad?" he flat out asked the woman. She looked to be in her early 20s. Pixie haircut with locks as dark as Damon's, caramel skin, t-shirt, and mini shorts would describe her appearance.

"You're that guy from LOST," she squealed. Stefan, Elena, and Bonnie were as confused as Damon was.

"Come again?"

The girl laughed obnoxiously. "That's funny, but you don't have to pretend. Come on, Boone!"

Damon blinked.

"You're Ian Somerhalder! OMG. I can't believe it's you!" By this time, the girl's excitement had attracted a crowd. Damon looked up to see people pointing and smiling, snapping pictures on their camera phones.

"I love you, so much!" one person exclaimed.

Damon Salvatore had no idea who this "Ian" person was, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the admiration his supposed look-alike brought him.

"Your eyes are a lot darker in person," the girl who noticed him first said.

"It's the lighting, sweetheart," Damon replied and flashed that famous grin, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

As the crowd grew bigger, Damon took pictures, signed autographs, and generally had a jolly good time whilst his brother and the girls stared on in disbelief. This was by far the strangest thing that had happened to them on the trip. "Ian Somerhalder" sent a wink their way. One person noticed and turned in Stefan's direction.

"Hey! It's Paul Wesley!"

All the Italian curses swam through Stefan's mind.

It took several minutes for the group to escape the crowd, and even after that they had to circle the hotel a few times to lose them. It was when they got back to their floor when they met Matt, still half dressed with eyes that were glassy. Only this time, his eyes weren't glazed over due to being inebriated – they were shot with fear.

The vampires tensed up as each took a protective step in front of both Bonnie and Elena. Elena frowned. Why was Matt hiding his hands behind his back? From behind Damon, Bonnie was the one to speak.

"Matt, what's wrong with you?"

He swallowed. "She's back and she's going to kill us."

Stefan was poised for attack.

"Who?" the older Salvatore asked in a deadly tone.

That's when a woman sauntered around the corner next to Matt.

"Bethany," Elena gasped.

"Try again," the girl in question replied.

Bethany giggled light and airy at the confusion plastered on their faces.

"It's Misao."

Where did that chick come from?