A/N So this chapter/episode doesn't have much action in it, but there are some flashbacks to 1864.

Elena, Damon and I stood in the cellar, watching Stefan. He was muttering stuff under his breath. The only word I could make out was 'Katherine'.

"It's so hard to see him locked up like this." Elena whispered.

"You're the one that locked him up." Damon reminded her.

"You helped." She shot back.

"I couldn't have him running around chewing on people while the town's looking for vampires, could I, Elena?" Damon replied.

"It had nothing to do with you actually caring about him?" I pressed.

"That's your thing, Beth, not mine." Damon reminded me. My phone buzzed and I walked out into the living room to answer it. It was Tyler.

"Hey."

"Hey, um, we haven't talked since that night."

"Right… Yeah, I was going to call you, but it's just I had some family drama I'm still dealing with."

"If anyone can understand that, it's me. We'll talk when you're up to it."

"Thanks, Tyler. And that night was probably the best date I've ever had. Thank you."

"Welcome… I gotta get ready for school. You gonna be there today?"

"Um… No. I think I should stay here and deal with this. But I'll see you soon, I promise."

"Sure, sure. Bye."

"Bye."

"I'm heading for my house to pick up some clothes. Who was that?" Elena asked as she headed for the door.

"Tyler."

"Tyler?"

"Yeah… We might be dating now. I'm not sure."

"I thought you and Jeremy were…"

"Nope. He's got Anna."

"Oh… Well, sorry. But I hope you and Tyler work out."

"Thanks." She headed out the front door. I went to the fridge in the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of blood from behind several food things, just in case someone went snooping. I headed down to the cellar.

"I'll stay here with him." I told Damon. He eyed the bottle.

"Fine, but be careful. He did try to hurt you the other night."

"He wouldn't have really hurt me."

"That's what you think… Just be careful." He walked out. I went into the jail-room, closing the door behind me, but not locking it. I handed the bottle to Stefan.

"Brought you something to eat." I told him, waving the bottle in front of him.

"Not hungry."

"Come on, you know you'll get all rotting and dead-ish if you don't eat!" I reminded him.

"Not hungry." He repeated.

"Fine… I'll leave this here for you. You'll eat eventually…" I put the bottle down next to him. I started to walk off but turned back to him.

"Look, Stefan, I know you're all for the self-hatred thing, but you need to eat." I told him.

"No… No…"

"Stefan… You know what. Fine… Just starve. See if I care!" I snapped.

"You do… Or you wouldn't be trying to convince me to eat."

"True. Now eat before I get mad!"

"No…"

"Stefan!"

"Beth, Stefan?" Elena walked into the jail-room.

"You shouldn't be in here." I reminded her.

"I know… You should drink that." Elena pointed towards the bottle.

"I'd rather starve."

"You'll die."

"I want to."

"Don't say that! You know that's not true!" I grabbed Elena's arm and pulled her out of the jail-room. I shut and locked the door.

"He's being dramatic he won't actually starve himself." I told her.

"You're sure?"

"I've known him since 1848, Elena. You've known him for what, a couple of months at the most? He won't do it." I assured her.

"Beth, Elena! I'm going out! Be careful!" Damon called downstairs.

"We will!" I yelled back.

"Let's sit and wait for Stefan to eat." I told her. We sat down on the steps to wait.

A couple of hours later, Jeremy called me.

"I'm going to take this… Stay away from that room." I warned Elena, standing up. She nodded. I went upstairs to the living room and answered my phone.

"Hey."

"Hey… Um… About what happened at the Miss Mystic Falls things…"

"What about it?"

"I'm sorry. I know I was a jerk and I know that you didn't have much of a choice taking Tyler as your date since I said no…"

"Well… Thank you."

"You weren't at school today."

"Family drama."

"Oh… Okay. Well, I'll talk to you later?"

"Hmm… Sure."

"Kay… Bye."

"Bye." He hung up. I headed back down to the cellar. I stopped when I saw the steps empty and the jail-room door wide open. I darted inside. Elena looked up from sitting beside Stefan.

"Seriously? What did I just tell you?" I asked.

"Sorry. But I wanted to talk to him."

"You can talk through the door, Elena." She ignored me and turned to Stefan.

"Talk to me. Why are you doing this?"

"I'm making the decision I should have made years ago…" Stefan replied.

"What are you talking about?" She asked. I knew what he was talking about. I shut the door and went to sit on the other side of Stefan.

"You have to drink human blood to complete the transition." I reminded her.

"I know that." Stefan just moaned.

"It was a choice I shouldn't have made…" He told her. I let myself remember the night he made that choice while he told Elena about it.

Mystic Falls, 1864

I sat in one of Father's chairs, sobbing. Finally I looked up.

"You killed them? You killed your own sons?" I cried at Father.

"They were helping vampires. It had to be done. You need to be in bed." One of the maids came and pulled me out of the room. I shook my arm away from the maid.

"My brothers are dead?"

"They are, Elisabeth." I cried again. It felt like I just took a bullet through the heart and my heart had shatter. Seeing this, the maid pulled me into a hug. Then I heard Father talking in his office. I walked back in, ignoring the maid's protests about not disturbing him behind me. I gasped when Stefan was standing there.

"Stefan!" I jumped into his arms, confused but relieved at the same time. Father pulled me away, pushing me behind him.

"He's one of them now!" I looked at Stefan, confused. He wasn't a vampire… was he?

"No, father, I came to say good-bye."

"I watched you die!" Father spat.

"You were there when we were shot?"

"I pulled the trigger myself!"

"You killed your own sons?" Stefan asked.

"You were both dead to me the moment you sided with vampires! I only thank God your mother isn't alive to see the disgrace you've become!"

"I haven't turned yet! I don't want to. I'm going to let myself die, Father!"

"Yes, you are!" Father pulled a stake out of his coat.

"NO!" I yelled. Father ran at him and Stefan pushed him back. He hit the wall and the stake impaled him in the stomach.

"Father, I didn't mean to!" Stefan cried, going towards him. I stood frozen in the middle of the room.

"Get away from me!"

"No, let me help you. Please." Stefan pulled the stake out of Father. He saw the blood and licked it off his fingers. His eyes transformed.

"What happening to me?!" Stefan cried. Then, as Father died, Stefan turned to me, fangs out.

"I'm so…hungry!" He leapt towards me and fed on me. Everything went black…

I snapped out of the memory.

"What, if you…you killed Beth, then how is she a vampire?"

"I must've been slipped vampire blood. By Anna, most likely. Katherine, maybe if she was a good mood that day…" I told her.

"So Stefan killed you and you woke up as a vampire and…?"

"Damon found me. He helped me feed; he'd already fed. Then we found Stefan and tried to… I dunno know. Save him, I guess. I'll be upstairs." I walked out, leaving them to talk. Damon came back inside.

"Since you're here, I'm going out." I told him.

"Fine." He returned. I headed for the Grill. Once I had an order of fries, I sat down at a table and let myself sink back into another memory.

Mystic Falls, 1864

"Beth! Beth, wake up, please!" My eyes fluttered open to see Damon leaning over me.

"Oh thank God!" Damon pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back as I looked around the destroyed room and remembered what had happened.

"Stefan… Stefan killed me!"

"I know, but you're fine now. You'll be okay."

I let out a breath.

"Thanks for the lie, Damon."