The music was too loud, everyone was drinking underage and I just wanted to go home. What had started out as a small get together of a few people had escalated into an all out riot. I could tell all this just wasn't going to end well and I wanted to go home.

"Hey" Damon called from across the room, waving a bottle of Stella as he staggered over to where I was sitting. "What's with the long face?" he asked except he was drunk so it came out "was wiv vu long fashe?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. He was a mess. He stunk of alcohol and judging by the three different shades of lipstick smeared on his face he had been getting friendly with a few of the girls. After I had looked him over and deemed him too drunk for a worthwhile conversation I patted the seat next to me. He sat and leaned his head on my shoulder muttering something about me being a great friend. I took his bottle of Stella and put it next to my feet on the floor.

I hated parties. My idea of fun wasn't getting pissed off my face, doing something I shouldn't with someone I probably shouldn't be doing it with and then throwing up my guts in someone else's bathroom. Damon however thought of this as the pinnacle of entertainment. I started running a hand absently through his hair and tried to calm him. Stefan and I had tried to keep the whole thing a secret from him to stop this from happening. But seemingly we hadn't done a very good job.

I looked up and saw Stefan wandering round looking for some thing. I waved at him and pointed at Damon who was now draped across my lap sleeping. He nodded and walked over.

"Sorry about him" Stefan said. I shrugged. We both knew what he was like at parties and it was probably my fault for letting it slip in the first place. I frowned to myself and Stefan sat and put his arm around my shoulder. I leaned against him and sighed.

"Time to head off?" He asked sympathetically. I nodded weakly. He liked these parties about as much as I did, which was none at all. There were only supposed to be a few of us coming so Stefan had agreed to come but then someone told someone who told someone else and now it seemed the whole lower sixth was partying in the room and a fair few of the upper sixth too. Honesty I'd be surprised if the police didn't get a call at some point in the night.

He stood, pulled me up and kissed me quickly before grabbing his comatose brother and slinging him over his shoulder. He took my hand and we walked right through the middle of the dance floor.

I minutely registered the fact that a door slammed open across the room and the scream grabbed my attention but I didn't put much thought to it since it was a party and everyone was screaming. So when I turned I didn't expect to see a guy with a switch blade heading my way.

I pulled on Stefan's hand and he turned to see the same guy that I saw shoving through the crowd wielding a knife. The music had stopped and everyone was watching this guy coming towards us.

At some point while I was frozen to the spot Stefan had put Damon's inanimate body on an empty chair and stepped in front of me. I was 70% sure he knew who this guy was and why he was here. I however didn't have a clue and was scared shitless.

The guy stopped in front of us looking mad as hell. He was taller than Stefan but stick thin. If it came to a straight out fist fight I think Stefan would win. I cringed internally at the thought of a fight.

He was grubby and his clothes looked, and smelt, as though they hadn't been changed in a month. He stunk of alcohol worse than Damon. There was a manic gleam in his eye that was primal and deadly.

Then without warning he lunged for Stefan. He was expecting it though and ducked to the right. The both straightened and stared it out for what felt like an eternity.

In that time about ten other biker type guys had sauntered in and were having an all out killing spree. Bodies were falling to the floor with blood pouring various knife wounds in their stomach. People were shouting and screaming and crying and running. Basically fearing for their lives.

But I couldn't help them. I had to protect Damon and Stefan.

I pulled Damon into a corner out of the way of the lights so we were both hidden in the shadows and stood in front of him. I regretted the stupid dress and heels I'd put on. I regretted agreeing to come and worst of all I regretted begging Stefan to come with me so I wouldn't be alone.

Everything seemed fuzzy as the adrenaline started to fade. My head ached, the music was still too loud and I was disorientated. I didn't know why these people were here and I didn't know what they wanted. All I knew was that they had gone for Stefan, Damon and I first. That and I couldn't run in these shoes.

I was intently watching Stefan and the guy with the blade. They were circling around each other, every now and then the man lunging with his knife and Stefan ducking out of the way quickly. I cringed every single time.

Maybe I was watching too intently because I felt a big hot hand close around my throat and drag me upwards until I was standing on my tip toes. I struggled hopelessly against his grip trying to kick out until I felt a sharp blade against my neck.

"Now be a good girl and stay very still" He breathed into my ear. The smell of alcohol and tobacco made me choke. Even if I wanted to shout out to Stefan I doubted he would hear me. I was more scared than I had ever been and a small part of my mind wondered what Damon could have done to warrant this. Because it had to be Damon with his lackadaisical manner to everything and the general way he seemed to create trouble.

I felt his hand wrap around my waist and start to pull my dress up. It was only then that I realised I was crying as I let out a sob and bit my lip to stop any more.

"Oh do you not like that, sweetie?" He asked in a rough voice. He caught a stray tear on my check with the blade of his knife cutting a line into my skin.

I heard more than saw Damon as he broke the man neck with one quick jerk and let him fall to the floor at my feet. I squealed and leapt into Damon's arms. It seemed he had sobered up very quickly. He cradled my head against his chest for a second before pulling away and wiping the blood from my face.

"Stefan?" I asked him. Damon shook his head and I looked around urgently. But no one was to be seen. Not the partiers, not Stefan, not even the gang that had ruined the party. All that was left was and empty room littered with plastic cups and bodies that was lit gruesomely by the flashing strobes.

Stefan couldn't be gone, he just couldn't. I turned back to Damon to ask him what we should do, but his face was contorted in agony and there was blood seeping out onto the front of his shirt. It took me a second to see the only remaining party crasher with a knife firmly planted into Damon's back. I think I screamed but I couldn't even hear myself think.

A different set of lights was flashing on the walls now out of time with the strobes. Blue, Red, Strobe, Blue, Red, Blue, Strobe, Red. The police were here.

The guy split and I fell to my knees as Damon crumpled to the floor. I stared with horror at the blood pouring onto the floor and mixing with the booze and the vomit and the blood already there. Nothing in my life could have prepared me for this. I froze. I had no plan, no idea of what I could do to make this any better. My brain was so shocked at what it had just seen that it shut down and so I sat in a pool of god only knows what with a blood stained dress and hands and had a mini break down.

Damon broke me out of it by reaching over and shaking my knee.

"We need to get out of here" he shouted over the music. He was knelt on all fours one hand clutching at his chest and his face desperate. My brain started back up and I thought of a way out of this mess.

I moved closer to him and said into his ear "Can you move?"

He gave me a look that said Under-any-normal-circumstances-I-would-say-no but leant on my shoulder to push him self up. I did my best to help him and put his arm around my shoulder to support him as much as I could. We were doubled over and he was cursing and clutching at his chest still but we hobbled outside as best we could. He pointed towards his car and we struggled over careful to keep out of the sight of the police since I'm pretty such we were incriminated in some way and I had just seen Damon kill a man.

I suddenly had a practical thought.

"Keys?" I asked Damon. He turned to me still silent so I raised my eyebrows in questioning

"Pocket" He answered through his teeth winking at me. I rolled my eyes and tried to be as clean as I could about patting down his pockets and reaching into the front one of his jeans to pull out a set of car keys.

I rolled him into the passenger seat and he groaned loudly.

"Wimp" I joked as I got in to other side.

"Do you actually know how to drive this thing?"

"Of course" I replied like I'd done it a thousand times

"Please be careful with her"

He obviously realised he didn't have much of a choice right now but to let me, who had never even driven a car in my life, use his new Mercedes as a getaway vehicle. I rolled my eyes and floored the gas leaving both the horrific memories of the night and a giant spray of gravel behind us.

I navigated through the streets far too fast and barely missing a few cars. This was partly because I was in a hurry and partly because the only driving experience I had was in racing games where the whole point was to drive as fast as possible.

"You need to go to the hospital" I stated. I knew instantly that he would refuse but I had to be the practical one here.

"No, we need to find Stefan" He gasped as his movements caused him more pain. I cringed into my seat but tried not to let it show

"And how are we going to do that?"

"I don't know!" he shouted sounding for a split second just as worried as me "Lets just get home" he sighed and I put my foot down harder