AN: It's been a while, I know! Sorry, guys! I've been working on a 100 Fanfic challenge and have already gotten four done! 96 left! AHHHHH! XD So anyway last thing you guys read was Alaric and Caroline finding "Their who" Wow. I really need more creative chapter names. :P
Disclaimer: Do I actually need to say that I don't own this in every chapter, or if I say it once, will I be good? I'd rather not take the chance.

Oh and sorry about the posting trouble. I posted the wrong one because I'm tired and I messed up. :P Sorry about it.

Alaric's Point of View

Alaric stood next to Caroline and they both faced the couple.

"I told little Blondie here to back the hell off," the man warned. "Take your babe home and just leave us to our business."

"Sorry, but no," Alaric told the man. "We can't just walk away."

The man took a step toward them and stood in front of Caroline. "You could always trade places with my girl." He brushed a lock of Caroline's hair from her face, and began to stroke her cheek.

That set Caroline off. She grabbed the man's arm and threw him to the ground, stomping on his chest. Alaric watched the man cough as the wind got knocked out of him.

Caroline bit her wrist and put it up to man's mouth making the mystery girlfriend scream.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked, her voice shaking. "Why-why are you making him drink your blood? Is this some sort of sick fetish? Why-"

Alaric walked over to her and covered her mouth with his hand. "Sorry," he apologized. "I just can't have you bringing attention to us." His attention went back to Caroline. "Make it quick." With his free hand, he tossed her a knife, and Caroline caught it.

The man was starting to get up but Caroline pushed him back down onto the pavement with her foot making him groan in pain. Taking the knife, Caroline stabbed his chest over and over again until he was completely still.

Alaric couldn't stifle the woman's loud scream.

"WHAT THE HELL? I WAS JUST GOING TO CALL THE COPS! YOU MURDERED HIM!" She cried after she had freed herself from Alaric's grasp.

"SH!" Alaric hushed her. "It was for the best, okay?"

"The best! You all are murderous freaks! I'm calling the cops! You'll both be charged and-"

Caroline ran over to her and grabbed her arm, keeping her in place. Locking eyes with her, she said, "You did not just see what just happened, okay? You never knew the man that we just killed. You will forget everything he has ever done to you. You will never have to be haunted by the abuse you had to go through. You will look for love and once you do, it will be someone who treats you right-who deserves you. They will love you for you, not just your body. Now go home, get some rest. Eat something." She released the woman's arm and without even looking at the dead, bleeding body, she walked away.

"He'll be a vampire soon," Alaric said. "Let's bring him back to the Boarding House and wait for him to turn there. We can't stay in the street any longer.

It was difficult, but with Caroline's vampire strength, they had finally reached the Salvatore Home with the dead man in tow.

"What did this mean eat?" Caroline grunted, dragging him into the living room. She laid him down on the floor with a heavy sigh. "Okay, when he wakes up-"

"I'll give him some blood," Alaric finished for her. "Then we'll try to see if Bon-"

"RIC?" Alaric turned around hearing Elena's voice. She came down the stairs smiling. "I thought I heard Caroline's voice." Her expression suddenly changed and she screamed.

"It's not what it looks like," Alaric promised, running over to Elena.

"It looks like there's a man bleeding all over the middle of the floor!" Elena screamed. She ran past Alaric to the man and checked his pulse. Her hand slowly came off his neck and she looked at Alaric. "He's dead."

Alaric nodded. "I know."

"Did you try to save him?" Elena asked, her voice going frantic. Then her voice lowered into a soft whisper. "Or did you-"

"I did," Caroline stepped in.

Elena looked at Caroline in horror. "You killed him?"

"She had help," Alaric defended Caroline. "But you have to understand, we had to."

"Just please let us explain, Elena," Caroline begged looking at her friend. "You know I wouldn't unless I had to."

Elena looked back and forth between the two. "Explain then."

Alaric took a deep breath. "Damon's dying, Elena."

"Look I know he's really hurt, but-"Elena didn't finish her stammering because Alaric interrupted her.

"It's worse than we all thought," Alaric explained sadly.

Elena's Point of View

Elena watched as Alaric took in a deep breath. Then all too familiar words escaped her guardian's mouth. "Damon's dying, Elena."

Elena froze for a couple of seconds. She thought about when she heard those words before when Damon was in the basement and she had slapped Alaric trying to get answers from him. It had been Damon who told her. "I'm dying, Elena." (AN: I promise you this is the only time I'll do this in the middle of the chapter. This is important though and some don't read the ones at the top or bottom. This is completely inaccurate toward the episode, I realize. But as I have told you, this is kind of like a sequel to a previous fic. For those who didn't read it, thought you should know that the line you just read, is from that.)

"Look I know he's really hurt, but-" Elena didn't finish her stammering.

"It's worse than we all thought." Alaric explained sadly.

Elena swallowed hard and nodded. "So he needed blood." She couldn't help but move her gaze back on the body. But now that she knew what was going on, it didn't seem so horrible anymore. She knew that was an awful thing to think, but that was the last thing on her mind.

"Well….yes, technically, Damon needed blood and that is what the body is for but…" Alaric trailed off.

"What?" Elena asked. She looked at Caroline for an explanation.

"Human blood wasn't cutting it," she explained slowly. "I know it seems weird but he needed blood that held more power. Vampire blood to be exact."

"So that's a vampire," Elena stated, not as a question.

"Well…" Alaric trailed off again. "He will be soon."

"You turned him?" Elena asked in another quiet whisper. She couldn't believe Caroline was actually able to do that.

"He was an ass," Alaric promised. "We saved a girl from him. It probably was for the best. He was going to end up in prison anyway."

On cue the man on the floor sat up, gasping for breath.

Damon's Point of View

Damon stood outside, looking at the shack-like house. He used his vampire speed and followed the noises of the road. He finally found what he needed. He looked up at a giant sign that read: Welcome to Mitchellville, Tennessee!

"What the hell is Mitchellville?" Damon muttered. And why the hell am I here?

He had officially realized that this was no dream. It was far too real. But if it was no dream, what the hell is this? But the biggest question still remained.

How the hell do I get home?

I am actually really kind of hoping that this story doesn't get taken down. Apparently author's notes for chapters are against the rules? I have of course read all the guidelines, but I am very forgetful. I haven't received any threats from the site or anything, but I read a review on someone else's story saying, "Hello, I must tell you that according to the rules of the page, publishing author's notes as chapters is not allowed and neither it is using real people.

Also, please check your grammar.

Reported"

So other than the "please check your grammar" part, the review had me worried. I'll make sure to watch out in the future, but I really hope this one doesn't get taken down. I just hope a Fanfiction Nazi doesn't see this. Or some troll who is pretty much like, "OH! I CAN REPORT THIS PERSON! YAY! IT'S NOT LIKE I HAVE ANYHTING BETTER TO DO AHAHAHAH!"
~Fangurl000