Jeremy looked down and made sure Elena was unconscious. A small trickle of blood came from under her head. Reaching down, he yanked the necklace from her neck and threw it in his pocket. With a glazed look in his eye, Jeremy walked toward the kitchen to get his phone, when he heard Elena's go off. He walked over to where she laid on the floor and grabbed her phone. The caller id said Stefan. He threw it back down on the floor and continued to his phone.

He scrolled through his contacts until he found what he was looking for, and pushed call. While he was waiting for the rings, he suddenly felt light headed, and gripped the counter for support.

"Is it done? Did you get it? Did you take care of her?" Katherine said on the other line.

But Jeremy wasn't listening. Instead, he shook his head trying to rid himself of the dizziness and then, it was like, to him, he was waking up from some bizarre dream. "What the hell just happened?" he thought to himself.

"Is it done?" he heard the voice say on his phone.

The vervain had finally come in to affect and he remembered everything that had happened. To him, it was like he had no control over what he was doing, but he could see what he was doing. It was torture. Not wanting to cause more damage, Jeremy did some quick thinking.

"No. It is not yet done," Jeremy replied, trying to stay calm and sound uncaring, "I am waiting for Elena to come home."

"Then why are you bothering me? came Katherine's angry voice.

"To let you know that phase 2 will soon be underway," Jeremy said, anxious to be done with the conversation.

There was a pause from the other end. "You're not lying to me are you?" Katherine's voice took on an authoritative, commanding voice that Jeremy now recognized as compulsion, but was unaffected by it this time.

"No," he said with as little emotion as he could.

"Mess this up and I end your life, and turn your Aunt into dinner, got it?" Katherine said angrily.

"Yes," Jeremy said, his body trembling.

Satisfied, Katherine hung up, and Jeremy closed the phone and ran to see what he had done to Elena in the living room.


As Stefan finished leaving his second message, he noticed he had a voicemail. Hoping it was Elena, he listened to it only to hear Damon. With mention of Elena, Stefan dialed Damon and heard him pick up.

"So what news did you get out of the ole history teacher," Damon said.

"Forget about that," Stefan said hurriedly. "Where's Elena? I've been trying her phone but I can't get in contact with her."

"Ah. That pertains to the message Elena wanted me to give you. She said to tell you she will come back to the boarding house later tonight. Jeremy called her and asked to talk to her, so she went home," Damon said. "So no worries. No hanky panky went on. I know you were probably worrying…" but Stefan cut him off.

"She went home?" Stefan said with concern, "Alaric, drive faster. He's home," Damon heard Stefan say in the background.

"What's going on Stefan?" Damon said seriously, "Why is Jeremy a problem for her? At least I'm assuming that's the he you're talking about. I mean you didn't lead a werewolf there or something did you?"

"Listen. Jeremy is under compulsion, we think from Katherine, and he tried to attack Alaric. He fought him off and injected him with vervain. But it won't clear everything out of his system right away and we don't know what Jeremy is capable of," Stefan ended.

"So should we really be worried that he'd go after her too?" Damon asked, changing directions and heading toward Elena's house.

"At this point, knowing Katherine, we should be," Stefan said. "We're almost there. We're probably 10 minutes away. I want to keep the line clear so if Elena calls, so I will call you later," and he hung up.

Damon tried to shrug off the worry he felt and quickened his pace, hoping that he wouldn't run into a scene similar to that first night Katherine came to town. "That little bitch," he muttered under his breath."


"Oh my god. Elena. Elena? Can you her me? Wake up. Please wake up," Jeremy said kneeling by her body. She had been laying there unconscious for 10 minutes now and he didn't know what he should do. He tried moving her as little as possible just in case he did any major damage, but he was worried about the small pool of blood that had accumulated under her head. He had hit in heard in such a way to nick the edge of the wooden coffee table, causing the blow to the back that was bleeding out.

"Elena. I'm so sorry, I'm going to fix this," Jeremy said, standing up and rushing to the kitchen. Grabbing a dish towel, he ran back to her and placed the rag against the back of her head, trying to apply pressure.

He looked down at the blood on his hands and almost started to break down. "I'm going to call for help, Elena." He didn't know how he would explain what happened, but he knew that she wasn't waking up yet and she needed help.

He turned around to grab his phone and was startled to see Elena standing there in the living room, only he knew it wasn't Elena; and she was glaring at him with deep hatred. Jeremy got over his surprise quickly as she walked over to him.

"I was suspicious of you over the phone," Katherine started, glancing over to where Elena was on the floor, "but obviously, I was mistaken for here she is like I wanted." Looking her over, she noticed the necklace was missing.

"I assume the necklace is in your pocket," she said with a nod to his pants, "I want you to take the leaves out of it and give it to me."

Jeremy made the decision to play along if not just for his life, but for Elena's. He didn't want to let on that he was immune to her at the moment. Reaching in his pocket, he obediently took out the necklace and removed the vervain from inside. When he was done, he reached over and placed it in her hand.

"That makes my job a lot easier," she said smirking. "This must be weird for you, huh? Seeing what could be Elena's twin….I must admit it's a little odd for me too, but I'll get over it soon enough, "she said with a glance toward Elena.

Jeremy just stood there unsure of what he should be doing or if he should respond.

"Now all I need is Alaric's ring and this will be over for you," she said, holding her hand out to him.

Jeremy decided he had to answer. Being as calm as he could, he started to speak. "I wasn't able to get it. He fought me off and I couldn't get the ring."

"You didn't get the ring?" she said, her veins popping out as she got angrier. "You weren't able to fight him long enough to just take it?"

"No. And I didn't want to make him suspicious of me, either," Jeremy added, hoping he was convincing.

She stood thinking for a bit before making up her mind. "Fine. I will just have to find another way to obtain it. This isn't over for you yet," she said, getting in his face and staring at him. "You will forget what you did here tonight. I will find you when the time is right. Understand?"

"I understand," Jeremy said nodding.

"Now go upstairs in your room and don't come out till morning," she said continuing his gaze.

Now Jeremy was stuck. There was no way he was going to leave Elena with Katherine, but if he didn't go, she would know he was faking and kill them both. Making a decision, he nodded his head and started for the stairs, trying to think up a plan as he went.

Before he got to the stairs, though, he heard Elena's phone go off again. He froze waiting to see what would happen.

"Elena's phone," Katherine answered in a cool voice.


"Katherine?" Damon asked, surprised and now, worried for Elena's life. "What are you doing? Where's Elena?"

"Well, nice to hear from you too, Damon. I'm just going on where I left off, you know, unfinished business."

"I swear to god this time I will rip your heart out when I get to you," Damon started, furious. He was almost to Elena's house. He could only hope Stefan was going to be there any second. So for now, he was stalling for time, hoping she was still there.

"Ouch," she said sarcastically. "We both know you wouldn't do that to me. I just find it really amusing that she has both Salvatore's eating out of the palm of her hand….it must run in the blood," she said with smugness.

There was a pause on her end and then she began again. "You know what Damon? It's been such a long time since we just talked…I have a proposition for you."

"It's been a long time because you made it so. I don't' make deals with lying little…"

"Easy," she said cutting him off. "Hear me out. You come to the place I tell you to and meet up to just talk and, catch up on old times…..and I'll leave Elena's house, and leave her alone….at least, for now," she finished.

Damon slowed, thinking about the deal. He didn't trust Katherine once ounce. He didn't know whether to believe she would leave Elena alive. "Who's to say you don't snap Elena's neck before you leave?"

"Well," she said, thinking about it, "You have my word…but I have a better idea." "Jeremy," he heard her call with command. A minute later, he heard her talking to Jeremy.

"Jeremy here will stay on the line with you and tell you that Elena's alive. Even put the phone up to her mouth to show you she's breathing. Will that suffice?"

Damon still didn't like it, but he had to trust that the vervain had worked on Jeremy and that Stefan was almost there.

"Where do we meet?" he said, sighing in frustration.


Stefan rushed up the front steps followed shortly by Alaric. He didn't bother knocking and just forced the front door open. "Elena?" he called out.

"In here," Jeremy called from the living room.

"Stefan's here," he heard Jeremy say as he entered the room. He noticed that Jeremy was on the cell phone…and he was hovering over an unconscious Elena.

"What did you do?" Stefan asked worried and angry.

Jeremy handed the phone over to Stefan and sat on the couch. Before Stefan took the phone, he reached down to Elena to feel her pulse and make sure she was ok. He breathed out a sigh of relief when he felt a strong pulse.

Still kneeling by Elena, he put the phone to his ear. "Who is this?" he asked.

"Is Elena alright?" he heard Damon ask.

Stefan closed his eyes, relieved to hear that it was Damon. "Her pulse is strong. She's been knocked out, but I think she's fine. Where are you? What are you doing?"

"Keeping my end of the bargain," Damon answered.

"What are you going to do?" Stefan asked hurriedly, but Damon hung up the phone. Alaric stood by Jeremy asking about what happened.

"It was weird and it's a long story, but it was like I couldn't control myself and I was told to knock Elena out and then call when I was done, and…"

"Call who?" Stefan asked, knowing before he answered who it was.

"Katherine….So I was in the middle of calling her when something just fell into place. I could control what I was doing and remember in bits what I had done. I didn't mean to hurt her. I couldn't…." Jeremy said, getting upset.

"It's not your fault," Alaric said, cutting him off. "You were under compulsion. The important thing is that you're fine now and that we make sure Elena is ok as well," he said glancing at Stefan.

"Elena? Elena. Open your eyes. Come on," Stefan pleaded, shaking her shoulder a tiny bit.

"We have to take her to the hospital," Alaric said after a minute. "They'll check her out. It's not good for her to be unconscious for…." But at that moment, Elena gave a little groan and started opening her eyes.

"Owww," she said, finally opening her eyes. She then opened her eyes wide and looked around in alarm, attempting to sit up.

"Don't get up just yet, Elena," Stefan said, placing a hand on her arm.

"Wait. Jeremy, where's Jeremy? I think he's under compulsion or something, we have to find him…" she said, shrugging Stefan's hand off and sitting up slowly.

"I'm over here," Jeremy said coming into view. "And I'm so, so sorry Elena. I didn't mean any of it…and how did you know?" he ended, sounding confused.

Elena didn't answer right away. She had one hand on the floor keeping her sitting up, and the other on her face. Stefan leaned into her trying to see if he could help. Gently, he decided to lift her up off the floor and place her in a chair so that she didn't have to support her weight. She groaned a bit at the movement, but was now free to rest her head back against the chair.

"Just a minute," she said, "And don't panic or anything over me. I just got a bit dizzy," she said, noting their faces. "I could tell by the way you were talking at the end and then right before you….well. You know, and it's not your fault anyways," Elena said at the guilt that was lining Jeremy's face. "But I looked down for a second and realized you weren't wearing the bracelet I gave you, and I kind of put it together a little too late."

"Are we correct in assuming it was Katherine?" Alaric asked Jeremy.

"Yes. It was her. It's so eerie how they look alike. I didn't realize it when she first approached me. But I didn't really know there was a vampire out there with Elena's face either," Jeremy said pointedly.

"Sorry about that one," Elena said, looking at him sincerely. "From now on, I'm going to try to keep you in the loop. I thought keeping you out would protect you, but I was wrong."

Jeremy was about to respond, but Stefan began talking. "What all do you remember, Jeremy?"

Jeremy sat for a minute trying to think over anything that went on. "I don't know a lot, really. It's like bits and pieces came back to me out of nowhere and I was aware of myself again…but I can only really remember as far back as this afternoon….when I went after Alaric…." He said looking downcast. "God, I have so much apologizing to do today…."

"You couldn't control it, Jeremy. Don't blame yourself. The important thing is that everyone is ok," Stefan said, trying to make him feel better, "Whatever you can remember will be helpful, so go on. Please."

Jeremy sighed and closed his eyes thinking of the flashes if images. "I remember Katherine's voice in my head as I saw Rick….she wanted me to get his ring from him by any means…I don't know why though. She didn't give an explanation. She just said it was vital to get the ring. But I couldn't get it and then Rick jabbed me with a needle and I ran away."

"That would be the vervain," Alaric said, sitting down on the couch.

"Oh. So after that, I was just almost zombie like I guess and went home. I think I was thinking about if Elena was home, and I heard that voice in my head again, telling me to get her here and….knock her out….take her necklace…and make a phone call."

Stefan's head snapped up at the mention of the phone call. "Wait, she wanted you to call her?"

"Yeah…"Jeremy said thinking. "She said to call her when I finished everything and she would come by and….take them off my hands…." He said, looking away.

"Well, it's a good thing you came to before you could call her," Elena said, looking more alert and smiling at Jeremy.

"Well….not exactly," he said, looking around the room.


Tyler sat alone in his room staring blankly at the notebook in front of him. "How did they expect him to do homework considering his father just died," he thought to himself. "I should get a season pass off…."

Slamming it shut, he got up angrily and headed toward his door when he noticed his reflection in the mirror. He walked closer to it and took a look at himself. His skin was looking a bit pale and his eyes resembled that of a raccoon. He shook his head at his appearance and continued to leave his room and head to the kitchen for something to eat.

"How's the homework?" came his mother's drunken slur as he past the living room.

"Just fine," he answered angrily, and headed into the kitchen. He was so angry he was practically trembling. His mom had been drunk for over a week now, and she didn't show signs of stopping. He'd never seen her like this. She had been uncaring and sloppy, and just unbearable to be around.

He calmed himself and headed for the fridge. He had been hungrier than usual lately and he always seemed to be hunting around for things to eat. Spying some hamburger patties, he took them out of the fridge and got a frying pan out. He opened the package and was about to take out the patty to put in the pan when the smell hit him. The smell of raw meat and blood entered his nostrils and he felt the strangest feeling to just eat it right then and there. He thought it would be gross, but he shrugged his shoulders and took a bite; and then another. Before he knew it, he finished off the whole 12 pack of patties.

"What the hell?" he said aloud as he realized he had just down that much raw meat in a blink of an eye. He closed his eyes trying to think. "I'm going crazy," he thought to himself. "My dad dies, and I snap, which doesn't make since cause my dad was kind of a douchebag…"

He threw the pan angrily on the floor and went to the sink to wash his hands. Deep down he knew why he had eaten like he did; why he was off lately. He remembered what happened when he ran into Damon, and the horribly painful transformation he endured. But after that, it was a blur of memories, followed by another painful transformation where he took off to go home.

"Shit," he said, slamming the water off. "How did this happen? Why?"

"What are you going on about in here?" his mother said stumbling in.

"Nothing," Tyler mumbled under his breath. "Go back to your gin and tonic. That's all you seem to care about these days anyway.

She narrowed her eyes at him and walked over, putting a finger to his chest. "You listen here. When you've lost someone you've loved for as long as I have, then you talk to me about caring about certain things. ….I have every right to drink. I'll stop when I want to," she said, slurring her words.

"Yeah, right," he said, getting angry. "That's what dad said with his idea of watching over the town and all that. I'll step down next year. No next year….and look where it got him. Dead. He was an ass and that's how he will be remembered."

She slapped him hard across the face. "How dare you! He was nothing but a great man. It's not his fault you turned out to be a disappointment…."

But Tyler wasn't listening anymore after that. He started shaking all over and before he knew it, a growl escaped his mouth, from lips that were now curling back against the teeth that were sharpening and elongating right in front of his eyes.

"Tyler? What's wrong with your face?" his mom said, backing away. "Tyler?"

His growling grew louder until with a sound that was half ripping and half breaking of bones, he stood there on all fours snarling at his mother. Without a second thought, he leaped.


"I don't even know why we're here," Caroline complained as they walked up the drive to Tyler's house. "He clearly does not want to be around people right now. He's totally going to flip his shit when he answers the door."

"Caroline. Weren't you the one to tell me that you didn't like us fighting? Well, I'm making sure we're cool. If he doesn't' want us here, then we can go, ok?" Matt said, chastising Caroline.

"I hate it when you use my own words as a defense…" she said pouting at him. "But fine. If he even gives you an angry glance, though, we're leaving. I don't want to have to take you to a hospital because he's decided to become the hulk or something."

"Fine," Matt said, smiling and giving her a kiss.

He was ringing the bell when he heard a scream come from the kitchen.

"What the….was the Tyler's mom," Caroline asked with surprise.

Matt tried the front door, but it was locked. "I'm going to go around the back and try back there. I want you to go in the car and wait for me, ok?"

"You're joking, right? Caroline said.

"I don't know what's going on in there, but I don't want you hurt. For once, Caroline, just listen," he said running off to the back of the house.

Caroline sighed, but was half relieved to get to safety. "Should I call 911 or something?" she said talking to herself as she jogged to Matt's car.

She was halfway to the car when she heard a loud noise behind her. Swallowing hard, she turned around to see who it was. A scream caught in her throat as she saw it wasn't a who as much as an it. A wolf, "on steroids" she thought, was stalking toward her, growling.

"Oh my god," she said, breathing heavily, but not daring to move. "Umm. Nice doggie?"

"Caroline!" a voice yelled from Tyler's backyard. Matt was running behind with what looked like a frying pan.

"Matt," she yelled scared. "What do I do? Do I run for the car or stay put?" she said, her eyes never leaving the beast that was snarling in front of her.

Making a decision, Matt started making noises to bring attention to him. The beast turned around in the direction of the loud noises and started making his way back. Caroline took the opportunity to run for the car. Before she could open the car door, she heard Matt yell.

Turning to see what had happened, she came face to face with the werewolf, who was on her with outstretched claws. Caroline screamed.


"So Katherine actually came over here even after you played along on the phone?" Elena asked Jeremy in disbelief. "I can't believe you pulled it off, by the way, Jer. That must have been hard."

Jeremy nodded his head. "I didn't do well enough, though, because the reason she came over was because she didn't believe me. I think that if I hadn't knocked you out by the time she got here, she would have known. But you were the proof..." he ended, averting his gaze.

"Did she tell you anything about what she was up?" Stefan asked, pacing the room, and glancing at his phone to see if he had any messages from Damon.

"No. She wanted me to just go upstairs and forget everything. Oh and...she has your necklace. Sorry. She wanted me to remove the leaves and hand it over along with Alaric's ring, but I never got that," Jeremy said. He was about to explain why he didn't just keep the necklace, but Alaric cut him off.

"Why did she want my ring anyway? She's immortal. She doesn't need protection."

"That's what I would like to know," Stefan said, stopping his pacing. "Also. She would have John's ring to use to her purpose...it's not making any sense."

"She didn't tell me anything, and if she did, maybe I don't remember," Jeremy said. "After that all went down, Elena's phone rang and she answered it. Later I found out it was Damon, but she was talking and then put me on and told me to keep talking to Damon until he was satisfied that Elena was alright," he said, looking over at Elena, who was rubbing her head. "I think I heard something about her wanting to meet with Damon, though."

"What?" Elena said, "She wanted to talk to Damon? Why didn't he just come here or something?"

"Something about making a deal to meet on her terms or something. I was halfway up the stairs so I couldn't catch it all. I think it was something she decided last minute," he said.

Elena looked away, pondering what it all could mean. Stefan sat down next to her and took her hand in his.

"Elena. I'm so sorry I didn't do enough to make sure you and your brother were safe," Stefan began. "I'm going to figure things out. But I have to find Damon. We have a better chance against Katherine together."

"I don't like it, Stefan. I'm coming with you to find him," Elena said getting up. She had to put a hand on the chair to steady herself.

"Elena. You're not going anywhere," Stefan said, "I'm not going to get involved unless necessary. I just want to make sure Damon's judgment isn't...clouded."

"I think you and Jeremy should stay over at my place for the night," Alaric chimed in. "No bad vamps have been invited into my house, so it's the safest," he said at the weird looks from Elena and Jeremy."I don't know why I didn't suggest that in the first place."

"That sounds like a good plan," Stefan said before Elena could complain. "Pack a bag and go with him. Please Elena. I promise I will be back in no time. Jeremy, make sure she doesn't try anything stupid."

Jeremy nodded. "I can do that. Come on," he said, holding out his hand to Elena. "Don't make me knock you out again," he said, giving a half-smile.

Rolling her eyes, Elena slowly got up and went with Jeremy to get thing to leave.

When they were both upstairs, Rick looked at Stefan. "So what are you really going to do? You need some vervain?"

"No...but a wooden stake would work," Stefan said.


Gun shots echoed around Caroline as she felt the beast shudder on her chest.

"Get the hell away from my daughter," came her mother's angry yell from the distance.

Caroline vaguely thought that it was weird that her mom would talk like that to an animal, but she was thinking more about the animal and the blood on her.

It got hit two times before it leaped away and ran off toward the woods.

"Oh my god," Caroline half shrieked as she jumped off from the ground. She wasn't sure if it was coming back and she didn't want to be lying down to be easy dinner.

Matt got to her before her mom did and she grasped him for dear life, sobbing.

"Caroline...You're ok. You're ok. Let me go so I can look at you. Are you bleeding? Caroline," Matt said, trying to move her away to look at her, but she was holding on tight.

"I was so scared, Matt. I didn't know what was going to happen; if I was going to die or be eaten. What if it got my face and I ended up all gross and disfigured and..." she started before crying again.

Sheriff Forbes arrived at her side then, still half keeping her eyes on the woods. "Caroline! Are you alright? Were you bitten?" she asked, trying to pry her away from Matt.

It took both her and Matt to remove Caroline from him. They looked her over and looked past the blood on her shirt and looked for traces of wounds. She had a 4 gashes on her forearm from the claws, but there were no teeth or bite marks anywhere.

"Thank God," Caroline's mom sighed out in relief. She held Caroline in a hug for a moment before releasing her.

Matt started taking off his shirt to put over Caroline's arm.

"Why are you here?" Matt asked as he tied the shirt over her arm. Caroline stood there silently in shock.

"I wanted to check up on Tyler and his mother and discuss some town related business," she said, looking off into the distance. "Look, I'm going to make a call. Can you take Caroline to the hospital?"

"Of course. Wait. You might want to call for back up, though," Matt said, finishing up with Caroline's arm. "Tyler's mom is passed out in the kitchen. I didn't get to check on her because I saw that animal go around the other side of the house as I got back there."

"I'll check it out. Just please, make sure Caroline gets help," she said, reaching for her walkie-talkie.

"You can't go in there alone. What if it comes back? You can't," Caroline said, coming out of her stupor. "Matt. Tell her she can't go in there."

"Caroline. I'm an officer. I can handle it. Just go with Matt. Now. I'll be home later," she said with a final look in her eye.

Shaking her head, Matt walked her to his car.

Once Sheriff Forbes saw they were safely out, she got her gun back out and made her way toward the back of the house, circling every so often to make sure nothing was going to catch her off guard. She reached the broken glass doors and peered inside and was met with a scene that made her jump back in surprise.


"Didn't I tell you I would leave her alone and safe if you agreed to meet with me?" Katherine asked as she reached up with Damon at the place she had told him-she had chosen the cemetery.

"Because I have so much trust in you. Like I have had any reason to trust you," Damon said, scowling at her.

"Fair enough," Katherine said, brushing her fingers over the cold concrete of the gravestones.

"So what do you want?" Damon asked, ready to be done already. He shoved the worry he had for Elena to the back of his mind for the time being. He couldn't afford to be distracted.

"Are you really so willing to rush our little meeting? It's been so long," Katherine said, smiling and slowly approaching him.

"Cut the bullshit, Katherine. I know you want something and it's not some long lost reunion or you would have found me a hundred years ago..." Damon said, crossing his arms.

Katherine narrowed her eyes at him and leaned against the stone nearest to her. "I had my reasons for not meeting up. Half of it is your fault," she said, surprising him, "but we're not getting into that just yet. I don't want any unpleasantries. The last time you and I talked it wasn't under happy circumstances."

"You were about to kill Elena. What did you expect? A 'good job' and a pat on the back?" Damon replied, seething from the comment that she faulted him anything.

"I expected a less human reaction from you, but I guess you've changed much since the last time we were together...how have you been these past decades, by the way?" she said, trying to be conversational.

"Managed just fine, obviously," he said, losing patience. "Listen, I don't have time for idle chit chat, Katherine. Can we cut to the chase? What do you want?" he repeated, walking over to where she stood.

"Don't pretend that you have no feelings whatsoever for me, Damon Salvatore," she said walking over to him and placing a hand on his neck. "Besides," she said, now squeezing sharply on his throat. He struggled, but her years gave her the upper hand. "We had a deal that you would talk. You back down, so do I. So just go along with it, ok?" she said, setting him down and patting him on the cheek.

He caught his breath and swatted her hand away. As much as he hated to admit it, seeing Katherine elicited not only a lot of anger and hurt over everything that had happened, but brought up a combination of old feelings he had for her and frustratingly enough for him, her and Elena looking alike didn't help much either.

"I have a question that I've been dying to ask first before we catch up," Katherine asked after a minute.

Damon raised his brows. "And that is?"

"What did you do with John's body? I would have loved to take care of him personally. If you hadn't interrupted, I would have gotten my way. But things happen..." she said, staring at him, awaiting his response.

Damon looked back confused. "I didn't do anything with his body...I assumed you did."

"No..." she said, now staring off and growing angry. "But I sure as hell would like to find out who did."