"You explain it, last night I'm watching night hill, commercial break comes on and I'm like I bet it's that phone commercial, and sure enough it's that guy the girl and the bench, he flies to Paris and he flies back to take a picture," Bonnie tells us, her eyes wide.

"That commercial is overplayed, it doesn't mean you're psychic," Elena says, in an attempt to justify Bonnie seeing the 'future'.

"No Elena, I think Bonnie is onto something here. Come on bonbon, what number am I thinking of if you're so psychic?" I tease, setting the knife and forks down.

"It doesn't work like that, it just comes to me at random. I don't know how to control it,"

"Well, that's a pretty crappy power to have," I mumble under my breath.

"Fine I'll admit the commercial one is pretty coincidental, but today I've been obsessed with the same three numbers, I keep seeing eight, fourteen and twenty-two, how weird is that?" She said, raising an eyebrow at us.

"Maybe we should do the lottery?" Elena suggests.

I laugh at the teasing tone of her voice while heading over to the cupboard bellow the sink. Behind the cleaning agents is Jenna's secret stash of wine. Pulling out a bottle, I rise to my feet pursing my lips as I observe the label to see how much percentage of alcohol is actually in it.

"No alcohol, Scar." Elena's stern voice appears next to me as she snatches the bottle out of my hands.

"It's wine, were hardly going to be streaking through the neighborhood at the end of the night," I point out with a frustrated huff.

Elena gives me a pointed look telling me not to argue with her. I simply roll my eyes and continue to set up the table. I can't believe how ignorant she is towards me. I'm not an alcoholic, I can have a glass of wine with dinner if I want.

"So did you talk to your grams about it?" Elena questions Bonnie while pulling the food out of the takeaway containers and emptying the contents into a bowl.

"She'll just say it's because I'm a witch, and I don't want to be a witch, do you want to be a witch?" She asks, pouting.

"I don't want to be a witch," Elena replies.

"If it means I can turn water into wine then sure I'll be a witch," I shrug, placing the jug of tap water onto the table.

Water, how ridiculous.

"Serving spoons? Scar where are the serving spoons?" Elena asks me while glancing around the kitchen.

"I have no idea," I tell her honestly taking my seat at the table.

"Middle draw on your left," Bonnie answers confidently.

I and Elena share a skeptical look before Elena checks the draw Bonnie said they were in. To our surprise, Elena pulls out the serving spoons, and it takes her a minute to find an explanation for it.

"So...youv'e been in this kitchen like a million times," She says trying to justify the situation.

"Yeah, that's it." Bonnie mumbles.

Everyone goes silent when we hear the doorbell ring, I watch as Bonnie's face grows nervous and scared while Elena's lights up with Joy.

"Okay he's here, don't be nervous just be your normal loving self," Elena tells Bonnie, a big grin on her face before she disappears to go answer the door.

Bonnie turns towards me holding the serving spoon in her hand a look of regret on her face. Her eyes betray her, you can see the nerves slowly building up inside her.

"Don't worry, I'll be right next to you," I smile patting the seat beside me in a gesture for her to sit down.

She takes a deep breath forcing back a smile in reply, setting down the spoon into the bowl of food, she comes to take her seat next to me. Not a second later Stefan walks in with a grinning Elena in tow. Stefan greets us both, while the pair takes their seats on the opposite side of the table.

Bonnie's nerves don't subside and it leaves the whole room in silence, I sit there looking at everyone's faces wondering who will talk first. Stefan does the same, his eyes flickering between Bonnie and me.

I let out an awkward cough to break the ice while reaching for the serving spoon to get my dinner. While I grab a spoonful I'm just about to set in on my plate when I see Stefan staring at me.

"You don't say grace do you?" I ask him awkwardly.

"Oh, um. No," He tells me, to which I proceed serving myself.

After I'm done I start to dig in, and everyone follows suit getting the own serving of the food and eating in silence. It's so awkward. I look across from me at Elena and see her gesturing with her eyes to Bonnie, urging her to talk to Stefan. Bonnie shakes her head continuing to eat.

"Did Tanner give you a hard time today?" Elena asks Stefan, who looks relieved to have the silence broke.

"Well he let me on the team, so I must have done something right," He jokes, to which Elena laughs.

"Bonnie you should have seen Stefan today, Tyler threw a ball right at him-"

"Yeah, I heard." Bonnie cuts her off, continuing to eat her food.

"This would have been so much better with some wine," I mumbled, reaching for my glass of water.

Elena throws me a glare at my comment, as the room once again falls into silence. The sound of cutlery against glass and chewing of food is all that can be heard. I see Elena trying to think of something to spark a conversation again.

"Why don't you tell Stefan about your parents?" Elena suggests.

Wow, she really wants Bonnie and Stefan to get along.

"Um, divorced, no mom, live with my dad," Bonnie tells him keeping it short.

"No about the witches. Bonnies family has a lineage of witches, it's really cool,"

After what Elena said Stefan looked between us very interested in the conversation. I sat back drinking my water. I've had enough talk about witches this afternoon to last me a lifetime.

I wish this was wine.

"Cool isn't the word I'd use," Bonnie said, looking at Elena with dread that she brought up the topic.

"Well it's certainly interesting, I'm not versed but I do know that there's a history of Celtic druids that migrated here in the eighteen hundred's," Stefan tells Bonnie.

"My family came by way of Salem,"

"Really?" He asks, stunned. "Salem witches."

"Yeah," Bonnie smiles at his reaction.

"I'd say that's pretty cool," he smiles, making Elena laugh at his use of her words.

"Really, why?"

"Salem witches are heroic examples of individualism and nonconformity," He tells her.

"Yeah, they are." Bonnie retorts, smiling proudly as Elena smiles, happy to see her friend and boyfriend getting along.

"You learn something new every day." I tease.

As the awkwardness fades the doorbell rings again, all eyes snap towards the door. Jeremy is upstairs, Jenna is at a convenient until tomorrow morning...who the hell is at the door.

"I wonder who that could be." Elena voice my thoughts out loud, before going to answer the door.

We all look at each other in wonder before I recognize Caroline's voice, and a man's. Stefan suddenly stands up and disappears towards the front door leaving me alone with Bonnie.

"You okay?" I ask her once were alone.

"Yeah, I guess he isn't so bad," She shrugs, taking a sip of water.

"Come on, let's go into the front room these wooden chairs are starting to hurt," I joke while standing up alongside Bonnie.

She goes to the living room while I go to retrieve the bottle of wine again. If Elena doesn't know then it won't hurt her. Making sure I pick out a glass that is not see through, I pour myself a glass of wine. Once I'm done, I take a swig from the bottle, tasting the tangy taste from the berries and the sharpness from the alcohol.

It will do the trick, I think while putting the bottle back to his original position.

When I walk into the living room I stop dead in my tracks as my eyes connect to a pair of icy blue ones across the room. He smirks as soon as he spots me, his whole demeanor lighting up. I notice Caroline sitting on his lap, a shit-eating grin on her face as his arm around her waist tightens.

Why is Damon Salvatore here?

Observing the tension between Stefan and Damon I take a seat next to Stefan at the far end of the couch leaving him wedged between me and Elena in the middle. At least from this end of the couch, she won't smell the wine.

"I didn't know we were having more guests tonight, Elena?" I question her, raising an eyebrow.

"We kind of invited ourselves, you don't mind do you Scar?" Damon replies, giving me the same smirk as before.

"Doesn't bother me," I shrug, taking a sip of the wine.

"So what were you guys talking about before we so rudely interrupted?" Damon asks Elena, but before she can reply Stefan does for her.

"Just about me getting a spot on the football team," He tells him, not saying anything about the witch discussion.

"I cannot believe Mr. Tanner let you on the team, Tyler must be seething. But I mean good for you, go for it," Caroline tells Stefan in an encouraging way...sort of.

"That's what I always tell him, you have to engage you can't just sit there and wait for life to come to you, you have to go get it," Damon directs his attention to Stefan as there stare each other down.

"Yeah, Scar was lucky she just about made it onto the team today, and with Elena missing summer camp...I have no idea how we're going to teach you both the routines..."

"I'll work with them," Bonnie cuts of Caroline, giving me a knowing smile.

She knows how much I dislike Caroline's attitude. Just her words had me imagining my hands wrapped tightly around her throat, watching her conciseness slowly fade-

"Well, I was very impressed by what I saw today," Damon points out, watching me.

I feel an evil presence around me like before when I bumped into him at the Salvatore house. There's something about Stefan's brother, but I just can't put my finger on it.

"Elena used to be so much better and way more fun before her parents passed," Caroline says making everyone go quite.

Elena was there the day of the crash, she was in the car with them when they died. I and Jeremy have our ways of coping, but Elena just writes in her diary as a way to 'cope'. She had the worse end of it all, yet she managed to hold herself together.

It's a part of her that I truly envy.

"I say that with complete sincerity..." Caroline says awkwardly one notices everyone stunned silence.

I chug the rest of the glass, unable to resist going for a second glass.

"I'm going to begin washing up," I lie as an excuse to get out of the room.

I need another drink, and I need to get away from Stefan's brother. I barely know him, yet I feel as if I can't trust him.

I near enough run for the cabinet, cracking the cupboard door open and pulling out the same bottle as before. I turn on the kitchen tap, masking the sound of the wine hitting the empty glass. Once it's filled to the brim, I take another swig from the bottle, the taste a little bit dulled after drinking it so quickly.

"Does Elena know you out here drinking?" I hear a smooth voice, and I'm not shocked to turn around and see Damon leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and smirking.

"It's not her business, or your's," I remark back, putting the wine bottle back under the sink.

"No need to get defensive, I won't tell you," He winks at me, sauntering his way closer.

I pretend to ignore him, going about doing what I said I was going to do. Wash the dishes. Grabbing them and throwing the leftovers out, I'm completely aware of Damon's eyes watching me. As I begin washing, I feel the darkness coming closer to me, and the pull gets stronger.

There's no need to turn, not when I see his pale hand reach across me and take the wet plate from my hands. I slowly follow his hand back and watch him begin to dry the plate with a tea towel. His smirk grows once he notices me watching.

"You know I think this would be a good time for us to get to know each other-"

"How about, no. I'd much rather hear about this Katherine girl Stefan used to date," I tell him, trying to steer the topic away from me.

If were going to have a conversation I'd rather not spill my life out to a stranger.

"Why are you interested in Stefan's ex, I thought Elena was the one dating him?" He teases, watching me with those damn icy eyes of his.

"I'm just looking out for my sister." I shrug.

"Well, first thing you should know is that I dated Katherine as well,"

"Wait! You both dated the same girl?" I asked, completely shocked.

"Pretty much," He said through pursed lips.

"Who dated her first?"

"That all depends on who you ask. I'm sure my brother's version of the story is completely different to mine," He tells me while rolling his eyes.

"What happened between you guys and her?'

"When Katherine started spending more time with Stefan, I was pushed out of the picture. She didn't want me anymore, she only wanted Stefan. So, I left them to it. That's when I found a girl called Elizabeth, she was the picture of beauty, you actually remind me a lot of her-" Was he trying to flirt with me? "Anyway, I was deeply in love with her she was mine until the same thing happened again..."He trails off, looking down at the plate in his hands with hate.

"What happened again?" I ask when he doesn't speak.

"Stefan happened again. He met her, and just like that he loved her too. Katherine wasn't enough for him, so he had to steal my girl away from me too," He hisses out, hands balled tightly into fists.

"But if Stefan loved Katherine...then why did he fall in love with Elizabeth?" I question.

If Stefan loved Katherine, wouldn't he have just ignored his feelings for Elizabeth?

"It's hard not to fall in love with a girl like Elizabeth... the tempting body, the sarcasm and the way she could seduce a man would make anyone crumble to her feet," He explains, his eyes trained on me the whole time.

He slowly takes a step closer to me, until he's towering over me. I can feel the darkness slipping around my body drawing me to him. I take a deep breath and move away from him, walking across the room to get away from that feeling of...evil.

"So where are Katherine and Elizabeth?"

"Dead. Katherine was in a church at the time, she dragged Elizabeth in there as well, and that's when it went up in flames," He finished the story, throwing his tea towel onto the table top.

I bite my lip walking back over to him. Picking up my mug I gulped down the rest of the drink before putting it into the dishwasher.

"I'm sorry about Katherine and Elizabeth, you lost two people you loved at the same time, I can't even imagine the pain that must have caused," I tell him honestly.

Damon's lips part as he sucks in some air. He looks, stunned, relieved and happy at my words. His shimmering eyes bore into me, and it's almost as if he is trying to see into my soul.

I take a step back only for him to take a step forward. Slowly, his hand raised and I feel a trail of fire run down my cheek. I close my eyes at the sensation, the darkness overpowering my senses. My mind is telling me to run, to get away from it, but my heart tells me to grasp onto it and never let it go.

"Damon? You ready, I need to get home before my mom does." Caroline's annoying voice speaks up from the doorway.

"I'll be out in a minute," He tells her.

I think I heard him growl.

"Until next time Scar," He smirks at me, beginning to walk away.

"There won't be a next time Salvatore," I muttered, making him burst out into laughter from the doorway.