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True Lies

Damon was sick, and it cut me to the very core. I knew he was going to die soon, and I didn't want to accept it. His skin was glistening sweat twice as much as a normal human should, even though he wasn't a normal human. I felt this pit deep down in my stomach realizing the end that was coming soon. I couldn't bear the thought of Damon dying, though. Why did it have to be him? Oh, that's right. Because I basically damned him to hell after he fed me his vampire blood when I wanted to take Elena's place in the sacrifice ritual.

He was shaking, now—groaning, really, out of sheer pain. That same pain ripped me to the core. "It's okay, Damon. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." The words made me want to cry. Don't die. Please don't die, I thought.

"Madeline, get out of here." Damon's voice was stressed as he heaved in pain. A chill ran down my spine. "I could hurt you."

There was no doubt that he felt guilty for what he did earlier. Feeding on me was a touchy subject of mine, and he just up and did it without my willing consent. I didn't really care, though. He had a reason. He was going insane; he thought I was Katherine. Hallucinations, as I knew, was a part of the werewolf bite side effects. But I would be there until the very end, until he drew his last breath.

"No. You won't hurt me, Damon. I'm not leaving you." I choked on my own words, finding them painfully hard to get out. He tried to say something in protest, but instead rolled over in pain and thrashed back and forth while he cried out. I didn't know what I was supposed to do—how to help him. I wasn't a nurse or a doctor, and I never wanted to be. But I stuck through it and climbed onto the bed in a desperate attempt to calm him down. "Hey! Shh, Damon. It's going to be okay. It's gonna be okay."

I cradled him and pressed the towel I'd cooled down with cold water to his head, trying to delay his sweats and make him more comfortable. Damon swallowed hard, as if it were painful. I didn't doubt that it was.

"It's not okay. It's not okay," he mumbled to himself. I tried to hold myself together, but my heart was slowly breaking. "All those years I blamed Stefan. No one forced me to love her, it was my own choice."

I took in a deep breath. "Stefan doesn't blame you for that. You know he doesn't." The unbreakable bond between the Salvatore brothers always made me start to tear up. If there was anything in the world that Damon would always care for, it was his brother, even though they fought like hell.

Damon continued anyway. "I made the wrong choice. Tell Stefan I'm sorry," he requested. Oh, God no. Damon had to survive this. If he didn't, I wouldn't be able to speak, let alone tell Stefan. Damon couldn't die.

"Y-You can tell him yourself." I stumbled over the words like I had tripped. "When you're okay. You can tell him yourself."

I felt Damon gulp down. "In case I can't? Promise me that you will?" I bit down on my lip. How could I promise that when I couldn't even accept the fact that the man in my arms was going to die. The fact that Damon Salvatore was going to die. The image of immortal vampires became a sick joke in my head. I couldn't lose him.

Nevertheless, I didn't want to upset him. So, I swallowed my refusal and nodded. "I...promise."

Things were silent for what felt like the rest of eternity. Damon stopped crying in pain and he was breathing evenly in my arms, and I realized that the time was approaching. God damn it, Stefan had better find that cure fast.

"This is even more pitiful than I thought," Damon whispered. I held in a sob and responded to him, trying to remain strong for the both of us.

"Damon, this isn't pitiful. There's...hope. Stefan. He's going to fix this." He had to.

Damon fell completely quiet, as if not wanting to argue with me over it. I think he was beginning to accept the fact that he was going to die. "I've made a lot of choices that have gotten me here. I deserve this. I deserve to die."

At this, my heart completely shattered—in anger or despair, I didn't know. But what I did know was that he was wrong; completely wrong. "What? No!" I looked down at him to watch as he kept his expression blank, trying not to upset me. "Damon, don't you dare say that to me ever again! You don't deserve to die."

"It's okay, Madeline." Damon's voice was barely a whisper. "I do. I deserve it." My mouth opened in protest, but he stopped me cold. "If I had chosen any differently, I would never have met you." Damon looked over at me with dying blue ice caps, and I averted my gaze to prevent from showing him the wetness that threatened at the corner of my own eyes. "I'm so sorry. I've done...so many things to hurt you. But the truth is, I never cared for Elena as much as I came to care for you, Madeline."

"Please stop," I whimpered, desperate to keep myself from breaking down in front of Damon. "We shouldn't be talking about this. Not now."

Damon attempted one of his infamous smirks, but he failed so miserably I felt myself crumble. "Then when?" he whispered. I took in a deep breath and didn't respond, and he could see my acceptance. "I'm sorry."

But I had to talk about it. As much as I didn't want to die, here he was...in my arms, ready to go. I wanted to hold on and make him stay, but I couldn't. And if he was going to die, I wouldn't let him die thinking that I hated him. "Stop. Damon, I forgive you. I forgive you."

I reached out and grabbed his hand, linking our finger together. He gave me a small squeeze, trying hard to return my gesture. "I know you hate me," he began slowly, "for...everything that I've done to you. But...I love you, Madeline." I couldn't stop a tear from finally escaping my tight eyes, and I closed my lids to prevent myself from watching Damon as he saw me break. I rested my head on his chest that was high over a normal vampire temperature. "You should know that."

"I do." I said these words slowly and carefully after a long, much-needed pause. My eyes opened slowly to find his barely just slits. He was trying to hold on—for me. I propped myself up to look at him and I brushed my thumb over the back of his hand comfortingly. "You know I do."

"You should've met me in 1864," Damon started after he turned and smiled at me with what little strength that he had. His expression saddened as he let out a despaired laugh. "You would've liked me."

He said it like I didn't already like him. Granted, I made that clear one or twice. But I wished he hadn't wanted to protect me so badly. Sometimes, when Damon got protective, he turned out to become vicious and cruel. This fact was a reason that our relationship hadn't developed in the right time. I already had enough vampires crawling around everywhere, and I didn't want one in my bed. But I had to face the reality—Damon Salvatore had finally broken a wall down. He was the only one who could, and he did it so...violently.

I unlocked my hand from his and reached up, finding his cold-sweat covered face and turning it to mine when he had returned to a more comfortable position. Damon's breath was slow and even, but I could tell he was curious of why I moved him back to me. I found myself crying as I whispered, "Damon, I love you."

The moment of recognition crossed Damon's face when he realized what I'd said. Truth be told, I didn't really know what love was before I met him. I always...saw it as a myth, in a way. I just didn't believe in it. But I realized that it wasn't because there was no such thing as love, it was because I hadn't found the right person yet. And that right person was Damon.

Leaning forward, I pulled my head down to kiss him softly, realizing that this could very well be my last kiss with Damon Salvatore. That thought wrecked me, knowing that there wasn't much time left. When I pulled away, Damon's eyes were closed and he was on the brink of his death.

"Thank you." Damon's voice was nothing but a whisper. I bit down on my lip, unwilling to respond to him.

Once more, a forced light woke me up from my sleep. It blinded me yet again. Refusing, I groaned as much as I could for just awakening, and the thought dawned on me that it was Friday morning. I had a Chemistry test. Damn it. But at least it was Friday.

Keeping my eyes closed, I remembered the dream I had where I was in an alternate world with vampires. But there was also the other dream that haunted my memory—the one I just had where that Damon guy was dying and I was devastated. I didn't think I'd ever felt anything like that in my entire life—utter despair. The emotions were so powerful, I felt like it was real.

"Mads!" I heard someone snap, but I didn't recognize the voice to be someone I knew personally. It wasn't my mother. It wasn't my father. It wasn't Audrey. It was...Elena? "I'm not going to do this every day, you know. You need to start setting an alarm."

I rolled over in my sleep, letting my eyes slowly open and fearfully widen to reveal the Whitmore College dorm room. Whitmore College? I was still in the dream? I shot up in bed almost immediately, all traces of tiredness gone. Caroline was standing by a cardboard box, not paying attention to my sudden jolt. I looked over at them with sheer puzzlement. What the hell was I still doing here?

"Megan's memorial outside is growing by the minute," Elena informed, walking over to Caroline. The blonde vampire groaned as I swung my legs off of the bed and sat there for a moment, stunned.

"Ugh. College kids are so dramatic. She was on campus for, like, one day. She couldn't have made that many friends."

I was still processing. Why didn't I wake up in my own bed...in the real world? This was supposed to be a dream. A dream where I would wake up and laugh about it with Audrey and move on with my boring, regular, vampire-free life where there weren't mansion-style dorm rooms. This wasn't real, so why was I still here?

"Caroline, she's dead. You can stop competing with her," Elena replied.

Caroline sighed. "Sorry. I'm in a mood." Angrily, she threw something into a cardboard box as I ran a hand through my hair, only to find that damn blue streak again. I looked down at it with a deep exhale and widened eyes. I really had to dye my hair back to the regular color. But I found myself actually approving of it. It was growing on me...very slowly.

Elena inhaled. "Have you talked to Tyler?"

"He's deferring from enrolling and deferring from returning my phone calls." Hearing the statement, I leaned over to the nightstand and checked my own phone. "So I'm deferring from having sex with him every again."

Elena chuckled at her friend while I went through the notifications on my phone. There were four missed calls from Audrey—Audrey Forbes, as my phone listed. Curious, I unlocked my phone and looked through my contacts for Elena's listing. Finally, I found her with the last name "Gilbert" tagged on the end of her name. Gilbert? So my last name was Gilbert, too? God, that was so generic. I put my phone back down on the nightstand and decided to call Audrey back later, once I had a chance to understand this whole mess. I didn't want to stop playing along, though, realizing that it would do me no good. Maybe if I played along better, this would all go away.

"What are you doing, Caroline?" I asked her as I approached her bed. Caroline was hunting through Megan's things and putting them all in a cardboard box.

"Snooping," the blonde confessed. I shrugged and gave a face of approval.

Elena looked behind her to the open door to see if anyone could hear her. Nevertheless, her volume dropped to a whisper. "Any explanation as to why our vervain-laced, vampire-slaughtered roommate had a picture of our dad on her phone?"

"No," Caroline responded. Elena looked disappointed for a while before she gasped, remembering something. She pulled out a brown folder and handed it to Caroline.

"Oh! Uh, I went to the hospital this morning. Megan's death certificate," Elena clarified as Caroline looked it over. I yawned and rubbed my eyes, finding it a little cliché-ish. A vampire murder at a college that we have to solve. Hooray. "It says she died of a suicide. No mention of the gaping vampire bites on her neck. So, whoever signed off on her death was a part of the cover up. Just like the Founder's Council back home."

"The Founder's Council?" I repeated. Elena nodded in agreement without elaborating, obviously thinking I was just reiterating what she was saying. But...I wasn't. What the hell was a Founder's Council?

"Dr. Wesley Maxfield," Caroline read aloud, her voice traced with suspicion. Elena nodded.

"AKA, our applied microbiology professor," Elena announced to the both of us. I didn't know what that was, but it was obviously a class. Elena's next words told me that it was something I wasn't supposed to know. "I switched all of our classes so that we—"

"Applied what-what?" Caroline cut her off. Elena fell silent. "Uh, Elena, we're all supposed to be taking Intro to Communication! What happened to getting drunk and making bad decisions about boys? What happened to our fun freshman year at college? I'm supposed to be a drama major!" the vampire shouted, unhappy with Elena's meddling.

"You're not going to be an anything major if we get exposed as vampires!" Elena retorted snidely. But she took a deep breath and laughed to cover up her outburst. "We're still going to have a fun year, Caroline. All of us. But we have to protect ourselves. The way Damon kept his secret in Mystic Falls is because he infiltrated the Founder's Council. So bust out those alleged acting skills and let's get on it, okay?" At the mention of Damon, a chill shot straight up my spine as my mind flashed back to the dream I had when I told him I loved him. Damn it. Mentally, I slapped and scolded myself to move on. Caroline avoided Elena's gaze, but Elena's innocent smile was somehow irresistible. Caroline smiled at last with a conceding groan.

"Remind me why I have to go to that class again?" I asked Elena, who looked over at me. "I mean...I'm not a vampire. And we can't all use mind-tricks to pass a class. I'm not a super genius."

Elena stared at me with a cocked eyebrow. "Come on, Mads. You don't have to spare us our feelings. We all know you only took Intro to Communication to be with us. You are a super-genius." I frowned at her and crossed my arms. Did I ever get a say in anything? It seemed odd, since I was the eldest. "Now come on. Go get changed, class starts in an hour."

I let out a disgruntled sigh when I realized Elena wasn't going to give, and I marched off into the bathroom as if I were the younger, more immature sibling. But with the way Elena was throwing around demands? I probably should've been.

"Mads, I've been calling you since eight in the morning!" Audrey scolded me through the phone while I tied my shoes. I finally had switched from shorts to jeans when I received my laundry back, and thankfully most of my shirts had been de-wrinkled by the wash.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, but I wasn't too torn up about it. "I was sleeping. I like sleep. But we have a real issue at hand, you know?"

"Of course we do! This dream won't end."

"Tell me about it." I scoffed.

Audrey continued without stopping. "And the weird thing is, I had the strangest dream last night...it was almost like a memory or something. I was with this guy—I think his name was Stefan? It was so bizarre. It felt so real."

I felt myself gasp. "You had a dream, too?"

"Yeah. Wait, are you telling me that you did, too?"

I nodded, even though she couldn't see it. "Yeah. It was about Damon, Stefan's brother. And...he also happens to be Elena's boyfriend," I added. Audrey took a moment to put the pieces together.

"Hold on, didn't you use to date him here? Caroline was talking about it on the way over to that house-slash-mansion yesterday." I confirmed her question. "Well? What happened in your dream?"

I had walked all the way over to the full-length mirror in the corner of my room, and with a deep sigh, I gave myself a good, hard look before responding to Audrey. "It was...weird. He was dying. I think it was by...a werewolf bite? Don't ask me how I know that, I just do." It was a pretext of some sort that decided to reveal itself to me. "I...was terrified that he was actually going to die. And when I say terrified, I mean terrified."

Audrey snorted. "Well, obviously, he's not dead."

"Obviously," I returned in a duh tone. But my voice had dropped thinking about the dream that felt so realistic, I could've sworn I could still feel the cold sweat I consumed from the brief goodbye kiss. "But the weird thing is, I can still feel it. It's like you said—it was a memory or something. God, that sounds so ridiculous."

"I know!" Audrey exclaimed with a gasp. I chewed on my lip as she paused and thought for a second before speaking again. "Hey, maybe we're in some sort of never-ending coma and we're, like, stuck here or something."

I frowned at her, and I saw my face turn on a dime right in front of me in the mirror. But even though I was alone, I was directing the frown towards her. I spun around, holding the phone tightly to my ear. "Jesus, Audrey, you and your imagination. Listen, I gotta go. I'll call you back if I can."

Without waiting for her answer, I ended the phone call and slipped it in my pocket, where I went outside to meet Caroline and Elena, who were waiting on me at the front of the dorm building. I was running about two minutes later than when they wanted me to get down to them so we could head over to the science building and get to class. Luckily, though, it didn't take long to get there.

"Hey. Blow-off girl." Elena, Caroline, and I all turned to the side to see Jesse, also known as the flyer guy. "Aren't you a freshman?" he asked, but specifically pointed at Caroline. The blonde vampire widened her eyes and Jesse cocked an eyebrow. "How are you in this class?"

"What?" Caroline retorted, nervously laughing. She looked over at the front board. "I love...applied...micro...biology." Elena laughed to back her up and I just smiled tightly at Jesse, but he looked over at Caroline with an awkward stare. "It's my favorite biology. You know, little things are just...so cute!"

Jesse nodded, but he didn't really seem to buy it. Instead, he just moved on. "Are you going to the bonfire tonight? Or are you going to get...really close and then leave again?" he mocked. Laughing nervously became a stalling habit, so all of us did it once again until Elena broke the awkward laughs.

"She'll be there," Elena answered for Caroline. Jesse nodded at Elena.

"Sweet. We'll hang." He returned his gaze back to Caroline, and the vampire laughed and pushed Elena away with her towards the seating area. I stayed for an extra moment to look at Jesse, slowly appreciating him. He was actually pretty good looking. I didn't know what Caroline's problem was. But realizing that I was probably creeping him out, I followed Caroline and Elena to the seats, where they were in the middle of a conversation.

"He's cute, he's interested...and most importantly, unlike Tyler, he's here," Elena vouched. This was the point where I'd really had enough, especially since Caroline was so heartbroken over Tyler's distance. It was her decision, regardless of whether or not we all knew she needed to move on.

"Elena, let it go. If Caroline wants to be with Tyler, she'll be with Tyler. So lay off." It was annoying, the way she kept trying to force Caroline to be with someone. Not to mention rude. Both Elena and Caroline gaped at my snap, but I just sat down. Elena did the same with shell-shocked eyes, and Caroline gave me a sad, appreciative smile as she took her own seat. I nodded in understanding, but the room soon died down when the teacher walked into class.

"Morning, everyone. I'm Dr. Maxfield. First name is Wes, but call me Dr. Maxfield. One day, when you're out of med school, you'll understand." This...Dr. Maxfield was surprisingly young for a college professor. And not that bad looking, either. He had an athletic build and bleach blonde hair that made him look like the surfer type. He paused and leaned over his demonstration counter before continuing. "So...your'e all going to this bonfire tonight, right? Well, here's a quick history lesson for you: Whitmore was founded as a hospital during the Civil War. Deadliest war in American history—over six thousand casualties. Disease was so prevalent that, once a week, they had to gather all the dead, rotting bodies, put them in a pile, and...light them on fire. So, tonight, when you're getting drunk and partying, stop for a second, close your eyes, and imagine the rancid smell of a hundred rotting corpses."

"Creepy," Caroline whispered to me as Dr. Maxfield continued, getting more off topic from history and more onto the science stuff. I shrugged.

"Who cares? He's pretty hot. It makes up for it," I whispered back. Elena nodded beside me, almost snickering.

"I totally agree."

"Isn't that right, chatty girls in the back?" Dr. Maxfield snapped, causing us all to turn and look at him, caught off guard. Wow, he was really rude. He didn't have to make such a big deal out of it. "And what is that bacteria?" he asked, fishing for an answer he knew we didn't have. I didn't know what bacteria he was talking about, but my mind started putting two and two together.

While I was over in my seat trying to untangle the messy knot in my brain, Elena stammered, "Uh...it's, uh...I don't know."

"Maybe because you're freshmen who shouldn't be in this class," she stated. My mind clicked, and I suddenly found myself thinking of one word that was the answer to his question. But I didn't get a chance to interrupt before he continued on trying to make us all fools. "How do I know? I'm observant. A skill you'll learn in Bio 101 down the hall."

The tone in his voice made my blood boil, and so I cleared my throat. "Saprophytes." Dr. Maxfield's eyes moved from Elena to me as I said the answer with my eyes narrowed. "The bacterium that rots dead bodies is saprophytes." Elena wasn't lying; I was a genius. I didn't even know I knew that until it came into my head! Elena and Caroline both, as if on cue, turned their heads towards me.

Dr. Maxfield stared up at me from his position in the front of the room. He squared his jaw, earning me to smile a little before I forced it back, trying to be humble. Seeing my victory, Dr. Douche, continued, nodding. "Good. Though it still doesn't excuse the fact that freshman aren't supposed to be taking this class." My humble smile dropped. "So leave. Now."

Completely infuriated, I exited the dorm building alone, seeing as Caroline and Elena went off on their own to deal with the situation at hand. I was seething to myself for the humiliation that had gone down in the classroom earlier. Who did that douchebag think he was? The King of England? I was just as qualified to be in that classroom as anyone else! Maybe Elena and Caroline weren't so lucky, but I was definitely smart enough to stay in that class. What a dick.

I rubbed my forehead, feeing a slight amount of pain put pressure on my cranium. This dreamland was making me a control freak. Before I had a chance to collect my thoughts, I heard a sharp ringing sound and found that my phone was vibrating in my pocket. When I pulled it out and saw the caller ID, I frowned. As if my day couldn't get any worse! Damon Salvatore's listing was written in big letters on my phone as the device vibrated, urging me to take the call. I sighed (more like groaned) before I finally answered it and ran a hand through my hair.

"Damon?" I asked. "What's up?" We were exes. Exes didn't call each other.

"Hey," Damon greeted carefully. "I just wanted to call and see if you were okay. Elena told me about what happened in your class today." He scoffed, as if reliving a memory. "I know how pissed you can get at dickhead teachers."

"No shit," I mumbled to myself before inhaling sharply to catch my breath. "Um...you know, I'm fine, I guess. Or, I will be. You know, don't you think it's a little weird for you to be calling me right now? With everything, I just—"

"I know. I know," Damon cut me off. "You're pissed. I get it. But I really just needed to make sure you were okay."

I took a moment for myself before slipping my hand into my back pocket and shrugging. "Well, mission accomplished. I'm fine. I appreciate the concern."

"Yeah..."

An awkward silence ensued, and I found myself blurting out before I could help it, "Hey, Damon? Remember that time when you almost died from a werewolf bite?" God, that was blunt.

Instead of taking offense, Damon scoffed. "The first time or the second time? Well...the second time was werewolf venom, but...it still sucked."

"That time I told you I loved you. The...err...spring before last?" Again, I didn't know how I knew that, it just came to me. It was like I was just handed certain information without asking for it. Damon fell completely silent for a while, so I tried to regain his focus. "Um, hello?"

"I'm here." Damon paused again. "Of course I remember it. Why?" Holy shit, it was real. It was a memory. What the hell was happening to me?

Desperately, I scrambled to reply. "Um...I...I just..." Suddenly, I felt my stomach drop when I looked up to see someone staring at me. I widened my eyes, instantly recognizing him. It was Stefan—the other Salvatore brother. I had hunted through my photos on my phone and had seen a picture of us together. But I thought he was supposed to be off somewhere brooding over Elena and Damon's relationship? "Stefan." I stared back and watched as the person in front of me smiled in recognition.

"Stefan?" asked Damon through the phone. "What?"

I approached the other brother, still keeping the phone at my ear. I had to admit, that photo didn't do him justice. Just like Damon, he was...well, perfect. Perfect skin, perfect green eyes, and even perfect hair. His smile was even contagious, and it caused me to grin at him like an idiot. I felt like I was floating on Cloud 9.

"Turn off your phone," suggested Stefan lightly. I pulled the phone away from my ear.

"Madeline? Madeline? Madeline, no! Listen to me—" I hit the end button, rejecting his call. Stefan smiled wider when I put my phone in my pocket after turning it off.

"Hey, Mads." Stefan opened his arms and I stepped into them without hesitation, so used to people in this place giving me hugs left and right.

"Hey, Stefan." We pulled away from each other. From what I gathered, Stefan and I were really, really good friends. He was the only one who helped me or understood what I was going through when I found out about Damon and Elena, according to Caroline. "You're back?"

"Yeah." Stefan nodded at me assuringly, but then he cocked an eyebrow. "Damon didn't tell you?"

I scoffed. "In case you've forgotten, Damon and I aren't really speaking because of the whole 'he slept with my sister thing'," I told him, but shrugged. "If you ask me, I'd say I don't remember a thing, but no one really believes that. What about you? Are you okay?" Unlike me, he remembered it all. That must've sucked.

"I'm fine," he told me. "I actually, uh, stopped by Mystic Falls the other day. Damon said that you and Elena were here, so I figured I would come visit." Stefan put his hands in his pockets. "Apparently, Jeremy got expelled or something."

I blinked at him. "What? Expelled?" This kid was ridiculous!

Stefan nodded. "And then he and Jeremy got into this fight and Jeremy bolted..."

"Wait a second, then where the hell is he now?" I snapped, concerned. My dream brother was probably the most troubled kid you could ever find in a high school. I had learned that Jeremy died and was brought back by our friend Bonnie, who has been MIA for the entire summer, just like Stefan and me. But even if I had run into her, I wouldn't have remembered anyway.

"I don't know," Stefan admitted. "But I'm sure Damon has it under control." I didn't know any better, so I couldn't object. But, from the looks of it, Damon had jack shit under control. "Hey, speaking of...I never asked. Are you okay with everything? Being around Elena must be hard."

I bit down on my lip, trying to figure out how to answer that question while sounding like the people in this world thought I would sound like. Hesitantly, I started moving to keep my mind focused on more than one thing. "Um...you know, I'm doing okay. But—"

"But everyone looks at you like you're about to crumble and you don't really know why?" Stefan filled in for me. I stopped us and gaped. Stefan just grinned. "Come on, Mads. I always know what you're thinking. It shouldn't be a surprise."

I stared at Stefan, confused, but like I said before, I couldn't argue. I didn't really know him. "Uh, yeah. Right." Suddenly, Stefan's phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out with raised eyebrows.

"Um...sorry to cut this short, but someone just said they saw Jeremy on Route 9." His tone was full of confusion. "Do you know where he might be headed?"

I thought it was pointless to rack my brain for more information, but I found myself doing it anyway without my will or consent. Eventually, I found words that I didn't even know I wanted to speak. "There was a campsite we used to go to when we were kids just off of there, but I don't really...know." I frowned at the words, unhappy with them. Where did they come from? I could see glimpses of what looked like a campsite, but I didn't really know anything. My head started to pound violently.

Stefan hummed as if he was trying to hide a victory. "Huh." I just sighed and rubbed my head before I watched him as he looked back at me with devious eyes. "Hey, do you want to do me a favor?"

I was silent for a while, but eventually, I shrugged. "Sure. What is it, Stefan?" I complied.

Stefan just grinned.

So far, this bonfire was making my stomach turn. Dr. Maxfield's "history lesson" about those dead bodies happened to be sickening enough as it was, but I couldn't get the subconscious smell out of my head. I decided to get a beer to calm myself down, using alcohol as a first resort. It was funny, because Caroline and Elena always looked at me like I had two heads when I wanted alcohol. I guess the Mads they were aware of didn't like alcohol that much.

Unfortunately, I couldn't get the keg tap to work. I let out a frustrated, angry groan. "This is so not my day!"

Suddenly, there was a hand on mine, and I looked up to watch Jesse grab the keg tap from me as well as my red, cheap plastic cup. "I got that for you." At first, I had gasped when he surprised me, but then I came to smile while he poured the alcohol easily. Watching it, I frowned.

"I warmed it up for you," I told him as I took the full cup out of his hand and drained it. It was all gone by the time I came up for air. Jesse looked at me like I was completely insane. "Ex-boyfriend drama," I clarified.

"Wow." Jesse gave a look of sympathy. "Ex-boyfriend drama, getting kicked out of class, being too weak to get the keg tap to work...today really isn't your day."

I nodded and joked, "Yep. Madeline and the no good, terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day." There was a pause before I inhaled sharply. "What is his deal anyway?"

Jesse peered up at me, but he caught on. "Dr. Dickfield?"

"I prefer Dr. Douche," I corrected him, a smile peeking at my lips. Jesse laughed before pursing his own lips in concentration.

"Tell you what," he started. I listened, waiting. "Help me grab some firewood and I will tell you everything you need to know."

I shrugged. What was the harm? I would probably be no help, anyway. Like he said, I wasn't even strong enough to work a keg tap. "Sure."

Jesse lead me to a wooden shed, and as he walked inside, he explained to me, "I had Dr. Maxfield for a few classes last year. He's a jerk. But he's brilliant, so I'll give him a pass."

"Brilliant...creepy...sure," I added. Jesse chuckled. "What? It's true! I can't get that story out of my head. It's so disgusting. I feel like I'm going to puke. I could've gone my entire life without knowing that."

"That's Dr. Maxfield for you," he agreed, but then glanced over at me with eyes that said he wanted to tell me something. "There's a...rumor that he's a part of this secret society on campus."

A secret society, too? Damn it. Was anything ever normal here? Even though it wasn't, I tried to keep a game face on so I could get information on this thing. "What? Like the kind of 'society' that sits around drinking bourbon all day or the type of society that helps with the environment and stuff?" I fished.

"I have no idea. All I know is that, a few times a week, they supposedly meet at Whitmore House." Jesse tilted a piece of firewood at me. "But you didn't hear it from me."

I nodded at him and pretended to zip my lips like I was locking up the secret. Jesse just gave me a smile while I took the firewood form his hand, but then gasped when I saw him suddenly drop to the ground. I looked from his body on the ground up to see Damon standing behind him, his eyes blazing red.

"Damon?" I asked, my mouth dropping. "What the hell—?"

"Seriously?" a voice shrieked, and Damon and I both turned our heads to see Caroline walk into the shed with her eyes fixed on Jesse. "That's Jesse! I kind of liked him..."

"We need to talk," Damon said to me seriously, causing my attention to turn back to him. I thought about turning him down and leaving, but instead, I found myself nodding.

"Yeah. We do."

Damon pushed open the door to the dorm room and walked in, taking a deep, deep breath. I walked in behind him, pissed off, but slammed the door shut as soon as I got inside. "All right. I know you're going to get mad, so, before you do—"

Damon turned around just to fall right into me, and I don't know what came over me at that point. I had stretched up so that I was kissing him with my arm wrapped around his neck tightly, pulling him down with me. The sensation of my dream-memory rippled through me, and I realized that kissing Damon in a dream and kissing him in real life was completely different. Damon tensed, but kissed me back until he found some shred of willpower to push me away.

"Madeline," Damon said breathlessly, almost shocked. "What are you doing?"

What was I doing? God, I didn't know what I was doing, but I did it. "I...want this," I said eventually, confusing even myself.

Damon stared at me with eyes the size of the moon. "Madeline, I'm with your sister." I nodded, but watched as he slowly unraveled. "We can't."

"I think we can," I said softly. Damon stood there without taking a breath. I stretched up again, my nose touching his. "You're a vampire. You can stop me if you want to."

"Stop you?" Damon muttered, and I nodded. I expected him to pull away as I leaned forward, waiting, but instead, he ended up sealing our lips together in a bruising kiss. His hands came around my back and pulled me closer to him, leaving no space untouched between us. The kiss turned into a frenzy, our mouths subjecting to the pressure and fire we possessed. He sighed against me, and without pulling away from him, I was able to back us up to where I knew the desk was. Breaking the kiss at last, I shoved him back so that he fell into the chair like it was made for him. The way he looked at me...it was like he couldn't get enough, even though he knew it was wrong. I had no idea where it was coming from, but I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist in the chair, and I pulled his lips back to mine. Damon, once again, didn't object to it. My head spun wildly as he took complete control of our mouths, his tongue darting out to entwine with mine. His aching hands slid up and down my back and even under my shirt, probably seeking the warmth.

It wouldn't be a far stretch for a vampire to be cold, but that was probably the exact opposite of what Damon was. As he used his hands to touch every desirable place on me, I used my own hands to spread across his shirt while I moved my hips in desperation. Damon moaned while I began to unbutton the shirt to be able to slide it off of his arms. It was a time like this when being a vampire didn't sound so unappealing...because, then, I would've been able to rip it clean off. Again, I broke the kiss to push his shirt down his shoulders.

"Jesus," Damon muttered as he watched me chuck it on the floor. "Right now? Right now you want to do this?"

"Right now I want to do this." I nodded, leaning forward to kiss him. But Damon leaned back, curious. His hand traveled up my side to my face, where he studied it with caution.

"What changed?"

I ignored his question and just kissed him, shutting Damon up. He tilted his head and kissed me harder—rougher—than before. I couldn't help but wonder if it was always like this between us...blazing hot and utterly consuming, but I didn't really need to ask. I found it impossible to stop kissing the gorgeous, not to mention shirtless, vampire just below my touch.

Except...there was something I had to do. Something that forced me to swing myself off of Damon, leaving him unsatisfied and frustrated. He sighed.

"I should've expected that at some point," Damon grumbled to himself as he watched me. I ignored him as I reached into the cardboard box full of Megan's things and grabbed a bottle of water that sat inside of it. Megan's "protein" water. Damon looked up at me with confusion. "Mads, what are you—?"

I unscrewed the cap and shoved the water down his throat against his will. Damon gagged on it, but he was weakening with the ingestion. His skin burned as some of the water spilled onto his chin, but my skin was perfectly fine, seeing as I wasn't a vampire. When I felt like it was good enough, I put the water down on the table beside him and began to tie him down to the chair without a word. A weakened Damon let the water drip down from his face and onto his bare chest as he gagged some more.

"Silas got into your head, didn't he?" Damon asked, his voice a little more than a whisper, as I tied him down with as much strength as I could muster. It had to be able to hold him for what I needed to do.

"I don't know who the hell Silas is, but I'm definitely going to enjoy this," I stated while giving him a sour smile. Damon shook his head.

"You know who Silas is, Madeline." He groaned. "And, obviously, he got into your head."

And, obviously, I didn't question it one bit; if he was responsible for this, I'd be sure to thank him. I stood up from tying Damon down and spoke angrily. I had no idea where it was coming from, but I had all the right reasons. "Once a cheater, always a cheater. Right, Damon? Maybe if had stopped me, I wouldn't be doing this."

"Madeline." Damon looked up at me, annoyed. "You know how sorry I am. And you know I can't just forget everything we've been through like that."

My eyes hardened. "Damon, there's nothing hard about resisting someone." I paused. "But, I mean...I should've seen it coming. You cheated on me with her, you'd cheat on her with me." I saw a flash of pain settle beyond Damon's eyes, and it almost looked like he was sorry. I paid no attention to it and just reached into a box of Megan's things to pull out a stick.

Damon sighed, having given up on trying to convince me that he wasn't a cheater. "What did Stefan tell you to do, Madeline?"

"Weaken you." I broke the stick in half using all of the strength I carried. I looked up at Damon with the sharp end of the stick in his eyesight. "And then kill you."

I threw the blunt side of the broken stick away and kept the sharp, yet messy, side in my right hand. Damon struggled against his restraints, trying to get out of them before I could stake him. But I could see that he was getting stronger, and my knots wouldn't hold such a strong vampire. I ended up grabbing another bottle of Megan's protein water quickly and shoved it down his throat again. Once the bottle was empty, I threw it down carelessly and watched as Damon gagged again. I braced the stake up in the air to go through Damon's heart, but Damon spat water all over me. It was surprising, sure, but it wasn't harmful.

"Madeline." I glared at him and twisted the stick in my hand. Damon's eyes grew wild. "Madeline! Madeline..."

Abruptly, I stopped cold and tensed, watching as the image of a weak, sick, and half-dead Damon crossed my vision and whispered my name. A wave of emotions overwhelmed me. Holy shit...

"Damon?" I breathed out of confusion as I narrowed my eyes and saw the shirtless vampire in front of me hang his head from weakness. Damon looked up at me, using all the strength that he had, and I turned my head to the stake in my hand and lowered it. "Damn it, what am I doing?"

"You're in some sort of Silas trance," explained Damon. "But I think you snapped out of it."

"Silas?" I repeated, dumbfounded. A growl escaped my lips. "Who the hell is Silas?"

Damon didn't understand the question I was asking, which pissed me off even more. "It's Stefan. Silas isn't in the quarry, he's in Stefan's form—well, his true form. Stefan is Silas. Silas is Stefan." I didn't bother asking about Silas again. The anger that bubbled inside of me was too much of a bother.

"Then where is Stefan?" I growled through my teeth, but the growl was only a side effect of the anger. I wanted to say the sentence normally, but my voice wouldn't let me. Damon looked at the stake in my hand that I hadn't dropped.

"Can we please not talk about this when you don't want to drive a stake through my heart?"

I scoffed. "No!" Unconsciously, I rose the stake. Damon flinched. "Because every time I look at you, I want to drive a stake through your heart, Damon, don't you get it?"

Damon didn't look surprised, but he did look hurt. "It's Silas, Madeline. It's Silas. I know you hate me, but he's using that anger as a trigger. You have to fight it."

"How?" I spat, raising the stake higher. "I can't. I can't do it, Damon, I'm a human."

"You have to get through this, Madeline. Just listen to—"

I cut Damon off with a frustratedly furious groan. "God damn it, Damon, I'm trying!" I shrieked and forced my fingers to uncurl around the stake so that it dropped to the ground as I fought the blind rage inside of me. I looked around for something—anything—that I could use to distract me. Finally, I found what I was looking for, grabbing a letter opener on the desk that was right beside Damon. Trying to subdue the urge inside of me to take the letter opener and stab it into Damon a thousand times, I grabbed a chair and sat down in it before exhaling deeply.

Damon watched me, curious as to what I'd do with the letter opener, and I plunged it right into the left side of my stomach. I doubled over in pain, but that pain was good. It provided me with incentive not to kill my ex-boyfriend. To worsen the pain, I grunted while I slowly pulled out the sharp tool until its tip was finally out of me, and with a cry of pain, I let it fall to the floor, stained with my blood. With my hand on my wound, I found that I was bleeding out—fast.

Damon better fucking heal me when this was over with. God, I hated him so much. I think he saw it when I looked up at him with provoked eyes.

"Madeline," he warned. "Don't do it. Don't get angry again. Let it go."

I shook my head as I heaved, "I...I don't think I can."

"You can. You will. You're stronger than this." I tried to keep pressure on my wound, but just ended up breathlessly laughing at him. "I know you are."

"You don't know anything about me!" I snapped suddenly. Damon didn't cringe, probably because he wasn't afraid of anything. "God, no one...no one gets it! No one understands anything! I'm stuck here and I want out! I want out of this!"

"I know." Damon's answer surprised the shit out of me, but I was too angry to focus on it. "You were knocked into a different life. I know that. And I'm sorry, but I need you to calm down. The trigger," he reminded me.

"Elena," I whispered, sweat dripping down my forehead from the pain and the anger I released. "Out of...everyone...why did it have to be Elena?" I whispered. I didn't know anything about this place—the people, the places, the situations. But somewhere inside of me, it bothered the shit out of me that my "younger sister" was dating my "ex-boyfriend". And I was entitled to feel that way...right?

"I don't know," Damon said slowly. "And I screwed up. But you don't want to kill me."

At this, I laughed bitterly. "Oh? Don't I?" I reached down, despite the pain, and pulled something before I—the sane side of me—had time to stop it. Damon widened his eyes.

"Madeline! That's the gas!" His eyes locked with mine. "Please. Stop it."

"All I can think about is killing you!" I yelled, unaware of my volume before it was too late.

"You're going to have to think of something stronger," Damon growled angrily at me.

"I'm trying!" I shouted again, putting more pressure on my wound. By now, my fingers were coated with human blood and I could feel myself deteriorating. I think I even began to see stars in my vision. Eventually, when I closed my eyes, stars wasn't the only thing that I saw.

Stefan.

Images flashed before my vision, and behind closed eyelids, I saw Stefan from one angle, surprised; from another with a sadistic grin; and finally doubled over someone's arm with a pained expression. The images were violent and unkind, and it came to the point where I was gasping for air by the time I opened my eyes wide and the flashes faded before me. When I resurfaced, I'd had enough. I was myself again, without the anger.

I found Damon staring at me with concern written all across his face. I raised my eyebrows. "Damon?"

"Madeline," he said slowly. "Are you okay?"

I thought to myself for a minute: no. "No," I said aloud. "No, I'm not okay. And...and neither is Stefan." Damon stayed silent, and I took that as liberty to speak. "Damon, he's in trouble. Something happened. I was...I was there and..." That's all I could come up with. All I could remember. Everything else had been blocked out.

Damon looked at me with surprise, but I had a feeling that it wasn't about Stefan. He looked more surprised...at me. "Okay," he said at last. "I promise, I'll find him."

"We'll find him," I corrected quietly. The blood loss started to get to my head, and I felt like I was slowly—and painfully—dying. "I...I need to help. I want to help." I looked up at him and swallowed, watching as he studied me. "It's all gone. I don't...want to kill you anymore, I swear."

Damon looked at me with relief, "Good. That's good." Before he could say whatever was on his mind next, the door busted open to reveal Caroline and Elena. Caroline stood, confused, while Elena widened her eyes at the sight of Damon tied up.

"Damon!" she cried out before flashing over to him as she untied him from the chair. Caroline walked over to me and picked up the blood-coated letter opener on the floor. She held it with pinched fingers and looked at me in the chair, putting pressure on my wound.

"Um...why'd you stab yourself, Mads?" Caroline asked skeptically, but I didn't really feel like explaining. Damon did it for me, thankfully, as he rose from the chair with Elena touching him, trying to make sure he was okay.

"Silas got to her. Elena, I'm fine," he assured her as he rose, still weak from the vervain. I felt my eyes start to get heavy, and since no one was offering a wrist, I knew I was going to fall unconscious soon enough. Instead, I heard the sound of a crunch, and the next thing I knew, I was being fed vampire blood. It tasted terrible, but once it went down my throat, it was easy to swallow. Eventually, my hand came up to the wrist that was feeding me and I clutched onto it, needing more to heal the self-inflicted wound.

When my eyes opened, I expected it to be Caroline, but I instead saw Damon's electric eyes staring into mine as he watched me drink the blood with confusion. After a few more sips, I pulled away. Damon's thumb came out and wiped the stray drops of blood of my lips.

"Uh...thanks," I said, uncertain about how to feel. Damon nodded at me, but didn't say anything else.

"I knew I was right about those premonitions all along," Elena beat herself up as she put our suitcases into the trunk of Damon's car. I was leaning against the blue Camaro, staring at her while squinting my eyes as a result of the bright, blinding sun.

"Hey, you're not the one having creepy flashbacks about him," I retorted. Elena and Damon had come up with the conclusion that Silas somehow mind-controlled me into forgetting all about what happened at the quarry the night of graduation, and that's what they blamed my strange behavior on. Little did they know that it wasn't only the night of graduation I was missing, it was my entire freaking life here. Because it was a dream.

"Yeah..." Elena trailed off and shut the trunk before leaning on it to look over at me with suspicious eyes. "What, exactly, happened again?"

"Um..." I began to panic. Besides the fact that I got all hot and heavy with her boyfriend? "Just...things, you know? Blah, I tried to kill Damon, blah, I had that flashback, blah..." I was saved when I saw Caroline come behind Elena. I pointed at the blood and quickly rushed out, "Ooh, look, Caroline. Say goodbye, I'll be over here."

I was never good at lying, so I distanced myself from Elena as much as I could so she wouldn't figure out that I had the stench of a very passionate Damon Salvatore all over me. I needed a little breathing space. I felt like I had fallen down the rabbit hole. With every passing second, I realized that this place felt more real than my entire life did. How could that even be possible?

"Going somewhere, Madeline Gilbert?" someone asked, and I looked up immediately. Through my squinting eyes, I saw Dr. Maxfield approach me with a kind smile that suggested peace. I nodded at him, responding to his question.

"Back to doge," I told him as I used my hand as a visor against the sun. "There are some...things I need to take care of with my sister." Dr. Maxfield nodded, but I dropped my hand and shook my head at him. "What do you care, anyway?" The rudeness of this world was starting to affect me, I realized.

Dr. Maxfield frowned. "I'm...sorry about being such a hard-ass earlier. It's kind of my thing." Even though he was a dick, I could tell his apology was real. I snorted at his reasoning, though.

"Is that supposed to be an excuse?"

"Absolutely," Dr. Maxfield agreed. I scowled. "But, honestly? You're a very brilliant young woman, Madeline. Don't tell my other students, but I was impressed by you earlier." I wanted to buy what he was selling, I just...couldn't. He still pissed me off and humiliated me in front of an entire class full of students. "You're...Grayson Gilbert's daughter, aren't you?"

What an odd thing to say. But because I knew Gilbert was my last name, I knew that he had been asking the right question. Grayson Gilbert was the man in the picture Elena found on Megan's phone—our dad. "Yeah. Why?"

"He was brilliant, too," Dr. Maxfield replied. I blinked at him, surprised.

"You knew him?"

"Knew of him," he corrected. "He's a legend around here. I can only hope to do the kind of work he did here. I studied his research."

I narrowed my eyes and made a bold decision. "So...does that mean that he forged death certificates, too?" I expected Dr. Maxfield to be surprised by the accusation, but instead, he just hung his head and sighed with a tight smile.

"And here I thought you were just passionate about microbiology."

"I'm smart, not passionate," I rectified.

"I have office hours tomorrow," he told me. "Come by. We can chat."

I sighed and turned my body, trying to come up with a witty excuse. Eventually, I found it. "You know...normally, I would love to spend my precious time with another conceded liar that I don't remember, but I'm a little busy for the next couple days. Family drama." Dr. Maxfield stared at me, unimpressed, and I realized that I was being rude. Regardless, I sighed. "You know what, forget it. Maybe I'll write a book about it someday."

Dr. Maxfield eyed me carefully, but eventually said, "Well, if you ever do have time for another conceded liar you don't remember, you know where to find me," he mocked. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked in a different direction, leaving me to watch him go with a sigh. I was really rude, wasn't I? This has just been a super bad week.

"Who was that guy?" someone asked, and I turned around to watch as Damon walked up to me and stared after Dr. Maxfield with a blank expression. My eyes moved from the perfect Damon Salvatore to Dr. Maxfield's back, and I sighed again.

"That idiot professor who kicked me out of his class even though I was the smartest in the room," I explained to Damon, who looked down at me with a not-so-innocent smirk on his lips. I shook it off. "He wants me to stop by to...talk about my dad."

Damon cocked an eyebrow. "And this professor guy doesn't strike you as a little creepy?"

"I never said he didn't."

Damon nodded to himself for a moment before he hung his head, and I realized where this was going. So we couldn't just drop it and move on, he wanted to talk about it. "Madeline—"

"Stop." I held up a hand as I cut him off, waving it with my eyes closed. "Stop. Please stop." I opened my eyes to see Damon as he closed his mouth and waited for me as I inhaled sharply. "I was under Silas's mind control. I had no idea what I was doing and what I was doing was wrong. It'll never happen again, I promise."

A flicker of emotions crossed Damon's expression, but I couldn't put my finger on it quite yet. I was still trying to figure him out, inch by inch. Then, I realized, it wasn't my place to figure him out. There couldn't be anything between me and Damon, not anymore. I wouldn't become his "Elena", if we were comparing relationships. Damon eventually nodded a few times all while keeping his eyes anywhere but on mine.

"You're...you're right. It was wrong." I nodded slowly. "And I don't ever expect you to forgive me for what I've done, but you have to know...Elena and I just were in the wrong place at the right time. We never—I never meant to hurt you." Damon choked out the words like he didn't want to say them, but we both knew he had to. I gave him a small smile.

"I know, Damon."

Three words and I realized that our conversation was done and over with. With one last glance, Damon just nodded and awkwardly left my side to go over to Elena, who was just finishing up with Caroline. The blonde moved over to me next, but I couldn't take my eyes off of Damon and Elena. Once Caroline reached me, though, she pulled me into a hug. I was snapped out of my trance looking at Damon and Elena and hugged Caroline back as much as I could.

"I'm going to miss you so much, Mads!" Caroline exclaimed, disappointed. While she talked in my ear—mumbled, really—I found myself accidentally looking over at Damon and Elena again, and I felt my heart fall to pieces. They were smiling at each other as they talked, and she stretched up on her toes and put her arms around his neck before pulling him down to kiss her. I felt like the letter opener I used to split my kidney last night was doing the same thing to me now. It was just so hard to watch.

Caroline pulled away from our hug and searched my eyes as I stared at them. "Mads?"

At the mention of my name, I broke my gaze from Damon and Elena and looked at my friend with a forced smile. "Hmm?"

"We didn't find anything at the quarry, but a deputy found this a few miles away," informed Caroline's mom—Sheriff Forbes—as Damon, Elena, and I walked with her in a forest. The tripping hazards were like a neon sign to me, but I was insistent upon handling things myself since Damon had been the one to tell me to grab onto his arm as we walked through the tricky ground. Coordination wasn't my strong suit, but when I had motivation, I could manage it. Sheriff Forbes leaned down to twist open the large, clunky safe that sat in the middle of a pile of green. "Didn't open it. If Stefan's been in there for three months, chances are, he's hungry."

Sheriff Forbes stepped aside while Damon turned around to look at me. I waited for him to open the safe, but then I realized that he was waiting for my attention. I glanced up at him. "What?"

"Mads, if Stefan's hungry..." Elena eyed me and my throat, and I suddenly caught on. I nodded eventually, realizing.

"Right. I become Stefan's first meal. I got it, I'll just be over here." I carefully walked around the rest of the group to stand in the back, but Damon eyed me cautiously once I got settled away from them all.

"If you see him try to attack, you run. Understand?" Damon asked me. I nodded and shrugged, and with a sigh, Damon bent down and unlocked the safe. But when he swung it open, Stefan didn't magically pop up. Elena looked inside and then shied away, covering her mouth. "Oh, my God. That's not Stefan."

I didn't get to look inside of the safe, and Sheriff Forbes held me back when I tried to get closer.

"Well, you were right. He was hungry," Damon observed as he looked up at Caroline's mom. Elena, Damon, and Sheriff Forbes all looked around, as if trying to find Stefan. "I bet he still is." Damon looked down at the safe again. Frustrated, I pushed past Sheriff Forbes and walked over to the safe.

"What is the big—?" It had to be one of the biggest "epic fail" moments of my life. I tripped at just the right time to fall into the safe, but Damon flashed closer and gripped me tightly so that I didn't fall inside. But regardless, I was face-to-face with a torn-open body that smelled so wrought with saprophytes, I no longer had to imagine the smell of a dead body because it was right in front of me.

Was it possible to get sick in a dream? When I felt the bile in my throat rise and I leaned over Damon as he tried to hold me upright, I proved that it was most certainly possible to get sick in a dream; and it was ten times as worse than in the real world.

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