Later that night I arrived at the house only to find it empty with no sign that Jeremy had been to the house. With a tired sigh, I drag myself to the kitchen for a glass of water, downing it as I drag my body up the stairs. I barely get to the top before the door bursts open and Elena comes running inside. I expected Stefan to come in behind her but he was nowhere in sight.

"What? What happened Elena?" I ask, concerned by the shallow, paleness of her skin.

"It's coach tanner- he's been murdered." She tells me.

Third Person PoV

The night seems to go by in a blur over Mystic falls. Everyone is in shock by hearing the news of the high school's history teacher suddenly dead, found in a pool of his own blood. All over the news, it was announced that Mr. Tanner died from an animal attack.

A guilty Damon snuck into the gilberts house that night, he passed by Elena's bed, stroking her cheek before moving on to the next room. There he opened the room and immediately went to Scars side. He watched as she breathed, her chest rising and falling, her lips parted as she exhaled in her sleep.

Damon noticed the half drunken bottle of vodka on the floor next to her bed and frowned. He knew Scar had a drinking problem, he could smell it in her blood. She was too young to be drinking the way she is now, and it would soon lead to major health problems. Being careful not to wake her, he gently sat down on the edge of her bed, letting his hand ghost over her lips.

He missed Elizabeth so much, and he hated how much Scar reminded him of her. It was painful to be near a copy of the person you love, knowing deep down it's not really them. Scar, is not Elizabeth, but that doesn't change the fact that she looks like her.

He couldn't resist from trying to kiss her today. If it wasn't for Stefan's trick with the vervain in the bracelet, it would have worked. He knew that Scar was attracted to him, he could see it in the way her eyes would like on him for just a second too long. But there was something holding her back from the temptation, Damon didn't believe that it was because he was with Caroline. No, something else was holding her back.

As he draws in closer to her he notices that she begins to stir in her sleep. So like a ghost, he disappears from her room, before she can notice he was even there.

Scar sits up turning on her lamp, still in a slight daze from her dream. She felt a chill run down her spine as she notices nobody in the room, yet she had a strange feeling she was being watched.

Scars PoV

I throw on my black silky dressing gown after getting out of the shower. I really need something to wake me up this morning, it's going to be a long day of founders bullcrap. Trudging down the stairs I can hear the news on repeat retelling the events of yesterday at the high-school. I was in that parking lot, it could have been me who was found dead.

I shake my head, trying not to think about it that way.

"Scumball...scumbucket," I hear aunt Jenna's voice as I walk towards the kitchen.

"Who are you talking to?" I question, acknowledging Elena sat on the couch watching the news as well.

"Him," Jenna's says, pointing her finger at the tv.

"The news guy?" Elena questions, while I pour myself a cup of coffee.

"Aka, Logan scum Fell. Did your mom every tell you why I moved away from Mystic falls?" She asks us.

Of course, Elena jumps straight to the first thought in our minds. Elena gets off the couch and joins us in the kitchen at the table, where I've taken a seat to drink my coffee.

"No, way." Elena was grinning, as she looked at the tv. "With him?" It was clear by the distaste on Jenna's face what had happened when she was younger. She was banging the news guy. "He's cute," Elena adds, probably to see how much more she can irk her.

"He is not cute, there is nothing about that man that is cute," She says through gritted teeth.

I and Elena look at each other and smile at Jenna's reaction. I decide to join in on the teasing, because...well I like to annoy people.

"Your right, he's not cute- he's gorgeous, I mean just look at those eyes, the way they just smolder at you through the screen, and that hair, what I wouldn't give to run my fingers through that bad boy," I say, using my 'suggestive' voice.

Aunt Jenna groans, turning the tv off and collapsing into one of the chairs at the dining table.

"Whats all this?" She questions looking at the box Elena is sorting through.

"Just some items that mom and dad said they would loan to the council for the founder party," She answers, pulling out a ruby colored ring.

"You can't give that stuff away it was mom and dads, plus mom said that ring was to be passed on to me," I point out, sipping on my coffee.

"And dad said that pocket watch was to be passed on to me." Jeremy cut in, picking up the old watch. "I wonder home much these things sell for on eBay?"

"You are not selling any of this to pay for your stupid drug habits," Elena says, taking the watch from his hands and putting it back into the box.

"Whatever," Jer mumbles, heading for the coffee machine.

"So are you going to bring Stefan to the founder's ball?" Jenna asks Elena.

"Yes I am, but that reminds me who are you taking Scar?" Elena asks me.

I look between my sister's and aunt's curious faces, wondering what to tell them. Buying myself some time I down the rest of my coffee, standing up to leave, but their hard eyes stop me from moving any further.

"Nobody yet...I'll find someone okay," I snap, rolling my eyes as the grin at me.

I just want to get this stupid founders day out of the way. I'm only going for the sake of mom and dad. It's what they would have wanted.

"Thanks for coming with me, I know it's last minute and everything," I thank Kevin sincerely for being here.

"It's not a problem Scar, honestly. You know I would do anything for you," Kevin smiles at me, reaching down to hold my hand.

I give him an awkward smile, pulling my hand out of his making him frown. He should know by now that I'm not the person who does romantic gestures. I tug on the dress I wearing, frowning due to the fact that I even have to wear one. It's a plain black cami with a thick black belt to go with some simple black heels, unlike most people here I don't care about showing off our families wealth and showing off.

"Let's just get this thing over with," I said, beginning to climb the many steps to the Lockwood house.

"Scarlet Gilbert, you look so beautiful in that dress, your mother would have been so proud to see you and your sister here today," Misses Lockwood said, as she greets me at the threshold. "And who is this fine gentleman beside you?"

"This is Kevin Luckhurst, his family moved here a few years ago," I introduce.

"I see, well it's very nice to Welcome you and your family into our community, I hope you enjoy looking around and seeing all our founding ancestors history," She gives us a huge smile which we return.

I don't know about Kevin but my smile was defiantly forced. It's still daylight outside, and this thing tends to drag on until sunset. With a fake smile I and Kevin venture forward. As soon as a waiter passed me by with a tray of champagne I grab a glass downing the contents.

"This is going to be a long night," I grumble under my breath.

"Wow, I mean just look at it, it's amazing," Kevin said in awe.

"It's a cup." I point out, disinterested and bored to death.

"It's a chalice and it's from the seventeenth century," He adds, eyes wide and alight with joy as he reads the small plaque.

"Okay, it's an old cup. Can we like go do something that's at least semi-fun?" I ask him, my voice on the verge of pleading.

We have been walking around looking at all this ancient junk for at least an hour now. I don't know why Kevin finds it so fascinating.

"Scar look, it's the original guest registry," Kevin points out.

I roll my eyes, at his excitement yet again for something so boring. I look at the names seeing familiar families like the Fells and the Lockwoods.

"Stefan and Damon Salvatore?" I can't help but say their names aloud once I read it.

What the fuck are there names doing on this? This is from century's ago.

"The original Salvatore brothers, our ancestor's, a tragic story really-" Damon's sudden appearance causes a shiver to pass through my body.

I try not to be obvious as I look at him in his suit. Of course, it's all black, I've only known him for a while, but I already know I wouldn't expect him to wear any other color. When my eyes reach his face, I'm trapped staring into a pair of icy blue ones.

The dangerous atmosphere that seems to follow Damon Salvatore is still here. I can feel it in the way goosebumps rise across my skin.

"Boring." Caroline cuts Damon off. "I want to dance, but Damon won't dance with me. You don't mind if I just borrow your date for a little while do you?" Caroline asks me.

Kevin looks at me with wide pleading eyes begging me to say no. Unfortunately for him, I haven't got the strength or the patience to deal with the aftermath of saying no to Caroline Forbes.

"It's up to him," I said, shrugging.

"Well I'm not taking no for an answer," Caroline smiles devilishly, grabbing Kevin's hand and pulling him away.

I laugh quietly to myself watching the pair disappear around the corner. My laughter quickly dies down when I look beside me and see Damon still there and smirking.

He turns towards me, going to open his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it.

"I don't want to talk to you," I tell him.

I try to walk away, but he is quick to step in my way, blocking off my escape route.

"I only wanted to apologize for being such a world class jerk the other night for trying to kiss you, there's no excuse for my behavior," He apologizes, and for once he's not smirking at me.

I let out a deep breath, folding my arms over my chest. Damon doesn't look like the type who apologizes often, so I decide for now to just forgive him. Mainly, to get him off my back.

"Apology accepted, for now," I tell him, grabbing another glass of Champagne.

I waited for him to go, but instead, he walked closer to me.

"You know the Salvatore family name used to be royalty here until the Battle of willow creek..." He informs me, turning to look at the guest registry on the wall.

"Willow creek? Sorry, I don't listen in history class," I shrug, to which he smiles at.

"Well, the battle took place in this town where many were killed. A whole group of civilians were trapped inside of a Church which was set on fire,"

"Why are you telling me all this?" I question him, confused.

"Becuase Damon and Stefan both lost someone in the church that day, someone who they risked their lives to save," He answers me, a pained look on his face.

"Who was in there that they wanted to save?" I ask curiously.

Damon turns to look at me, a light in his eyes I've never seen before. The only emotions I've seen from Damon Salvatore range from vindictive to angry. This Damon in front of me looks pained like he truly cares.

"Women of course. Doesn't it always come down to the love of a woman?" He said in a questioning, tone, gazing into my eyes.

I feel trapped, my feet rooted to the spot as Damon stands only a few inches away from me. I bite my lip feeling the temptation beginning to rise in the pit of my stomach. I can't deny that Damon has a certain allure about him, and right now it's hitting me with a full force.

Why is he still looking at me like that? I internally groan, feeling myself slipping over to the dark side.

"You look so beautiful in this dress," He compliments, his hand reaching towards me and his fingertips lightly ghosting over the material.

"Thank God that's over with," Kevin said, his voice full of deep relief.

At the sound of his voice, Damon and I's connection breaks, and I'm able to regain control over my body again. Immediately, I turn my eyes to Kevin's giving him a smile as he hands me a full glass of champagne.

"Everything alright here?" He questions as neither of us speak.

He can probably sense the tension between us.

"Yeah, everything's fine. How was your dance with Caroline?" I question, taking the opportunity to walk away from Damon.

"Horrible, I kept treading on her feet, and she wouldn't stop talking about her new boyfriend," He huffs, following me as we walk towards the backyard.

Before we leave the room, I take a small glance behind me in search of Damon but he is nowhere to be seen.

Kevin and I have been sat down on the sofa for quite some time now. In fact, Kevin was yawning, while I tried to keep my head straight. My head kept tilting from left to right and I fell in sync with the moving room around me. I didn't know one could get drunk off of consuming champagne. Then again, I don't think anyone has ever consumed as much champagne as I have tonight.

I groan as yet another side effect of the drinking sets in. If you consume a lot, it's got to come back out someway or another.

"I'll be right back," I slur to Kevin, who is quickly falling asleep.

I don't think I even made words when I spoke anyway.

With a goofy smile on my face, I stumble my way through the crowded house, bowing my head to people I see. Their faces are a mask of disdain and disgust as my wobbly legs try to keep my body upright and moving.

Ignoring the protests from people who I've bumped into I barrel in through the toilets only to see Elena and Caroline there. Caroline tries to cover it up, but I seem them. Bruises and bite marks are littered all across the back of her neck.

"Oh my, God," I gasp out, both of them snapping their heads towards me.

"It's nothing guys, jezze," Caroline snaps, putting her scarf she let's out a nervous laugh.

"Nothing? Caroline, there are bruises and bite marks all over you," Elena exclaims. "Did Damon do this to you?"

My ears perk up with interest at the sound of his name. Could Damon do that? No wonder I got bad vibes from that guy, he's an abuser.

"No-no he never meant to hurt me," She exclaims, flustered.

"I think I'm going to be sick," I blurt out, stumbling as fast as I can to the toilet door.

I've never thrown up while drinking before.