The last thing I remembered was walking with Damon through the forest. The next thing I knew was that I was in my bed. I sat up, trying to remember. I remembered arguing with Stefan…and Damon came…and told me that I was never going to see Stefan again. I got out of bed to find I was in the same clothing. I went downstairs- no one was home. Meaning it was a weekday and my aunt must be at work. I went to the medicine cabinet for some aspirin for my headache. What had happened? How did I end up home in my bed? With the same clothes on? How long had I been there? I pulled out my cell phone and flipped through my contacts for Damon. He'd explain it all to me. I hit talk. Ring. Ring. Ring. It rang a total of five times before I got the impersonalized voicemail. I hung up and didn't leave a message. He wasn't one to check voice mail. I'm pretty sure I was the only reason he had a phone. This was why he should answer it!
I slammed my phone down onto the counter, but then something caught my eye. There was something sticky on the back of my phone. "Gross…" I muttered, picking the phone back up to examine it. "What the heck?" I poked at it with my fingernail. I had a thought at what it might be…but I didn't want to confirm it. I set it down and then began to check myself for the similar substance. I found it on the hem of my coat and a little on my thigh. I took my jacket off and set it on the counter. Then I found something. On my wrist. I took a closer look to find that it looked like a bite mark that had the same sticky substance over top. So I washed my hands vigorously, getting nervous. When I got a better look at the mark, I was sure it was a bite. But…who would have…? Would Damon really have bitten me? I felt fine, I was sure I was still human. I had a heart beat…and a killer headache that was responding to medicine.
Confused, I picked up my phone again and dialed Damon. Once again, no answer, but I did leave a message. "Damon. Call me…please…" Sighing, I flipped through my contacts and stopped at Stefan. Someone owed me an explanation. Damon told me that I could never see Stefan again. That didn't mean I couldn't talk to him. So I hit talk, knowing I needed an answer. And during the ring, ring, ring, my heart was pounding with anticipation. But this time, I got the answer I wanted, "Hello?"
"Stefan?!?!" I exclaimed with a huge sigh of relief.
"Yeah…what's wrong?" he asked in a hushed voice.
"I…I don't know what happened?" I felt my voice crack and my eyes watered before I could stop them, "I don't know….what happened…"
"Where are you?" Stefan asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm…fine…I think…I'm at home," I got my wavering voice under control and wiped the tears away.
"Where's Damon?" he asked next, seeming….angry.
"I don't know. He won't answer his phone…What…what day is it?" I asked.
Stefan paused, "Thursday…I'm coming over. Just stay there, and be calm. I'm on my way."
"Oh…okay….thanks Stefan," I said with a sigh. Screw Damon's order. He wasn't there for me at the moment.
"No problem," Stefan replied and then hung up the phone. I hung up as well and set my phone back down on the bathroom counter. "Damon…" I groaned, staring at my phone, wanting him to call back. I sat up on the counter and brought my knees to my chest. I just wanted answers.