Aimee told Damon about the window being open after she got back in the car. He immediately turned even more protective than he already was.

"Did they take anything?" He asked, gripping the steering wheel.

"I don't think so, but I really wasn't looking for anything out of the ordinary. Some of the papers on my
desk were scattered like someone was reading them."

"What were they? Anything important?"

"No, not really. Just some thoughts I wrote down to put in my diary later." Damon scoffed. "What?
Are you making fun of me for keeping a diary?" He smirked.

"No. I just think it's funny cause Stefan's got one too."

"What's so bad about keeping a diary?"

"It's not bad, just kinda careless to me. I mean, I assume you write some pretty important stuff in there
right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So, anyone could read it."

"No one's ever gonna find my diary unless I tell them exactly where it is. I have it hidden very well."

"Like where? You're bookshelf?"

"Like I'm gonna tell you. You'd be the first person to sneak into my house and read it."

"Aw, come on. I wouldn't do that…well, yeah maybe I would, but it's only because I'm curious about
what goes on up here." He tapped her forehead and looked at her sideways, smiling.

"It's definitely a mystery, I'll tell you that much. Even I don't know what's going on up there sometimes.
Hey, aren't vampires only allowed to come in if you invite them?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, if my stalker is a vampire, it has to be someone I've invited inside before. The only vampires I know
are you and Stefan."

"And Caroline."

"Caroline's a vampire?"

"Yep. I actually had a part in her transformation."

"Oh. Well, I wouldn't invite her to my house anyways. I don't even like her, vampire or not."

"Geez. Settle down. What she ever do to you?"

"Nothing. She's just an annoying, loud, spoiled princess who thinks she can get away with anything
because her mom's the police chief." Damon went silent.

"Actually, her mom's on the council and isn't talking to her right now, so you could at least cut her a little
slack. It would be the nice thing to do."

"The King of Assholes giving me lessons on being nice? Yeah, not happening."

"Hey, I get an 'e' for effort right?" He grinned.

"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night."

"You know what would really help me sleep tonight?" He raised an eyebrow, so she decided to play with
him.

"A sedative?"

"Hm, not exactly what I had in mind."

"Why would I fight you for bed space when I can have a whole room to myself?" He shrugged.

"The rooms can get cold sometimes; you might need someone to snuggle with."

"Hmm tempting, but no. I think I can manage. Besides, doesn't every room have a fireplace?"

"Damn. There is just no easy way with you is there?"

"I'm not an easy woman, Damon."

"Yeah, I noticed. That's okay though, I love a good challenge." She rolled her eyes as they pulled up to
his driveway. "The bed already has sheets on it. Towels are in the cabinet if you decide to take a bath.
Goodnight." He went in the direction of his bedroom. Aimee could tell his ego/feelings were a little hurt;
she felt kinda bad for him. "Damon." He turned around hesitantly.

"Yeah?"

"Look, I like you okay? We have a good friend thing going here, and I would hate to lose that if we didn't
work out." He smiled weakly, and then went to his room. She wished she could read him better…see
what he's thinking. He's had plenty of time to practice hiding his emotions.

Aimee set her stuff down in one of the guest bedrooms and decided that the bath Damon mentioned
earlier sounded amazing. She turned the hot water all the way on, poured tons of bubble bath in it, and
stepped in, letting all the water and bubbles saturate her skin and hair. It was exactly what she needed.
When she saw there were jacuzzi jets in the tub, she got the idea to get her iPod, so she got out real
quick to grab it out of the room, and while she was in there, she felt wind rush behind her, but the
window was closed, so it couldn't have been the wind. She felt it again.

"Hello?" She called out. Of course, no one answered. "Who's there?" There it went again as soon as
she turned around. "Damon, stop playing with me. This isn't funny." After about a minute, it was silent
and Aimee got fed up with it. "Ugh, whatever." And she went back to the bathroom, but what she saw
triggered a scream from deep within her lungs that she didn't even knew existed. There on the mirror
where the fog had collected, were the words, 'No one's laughing Sweetheart."