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I didn't want to open my eyes. If I did, I knew I would regret what I would see. Yet, my curiosity got the best of me. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was in the same room as before. Only this time, I was on a bed instead of the floor.

"Ah, it wakes," a voice said. I turned me gaze into an intense glare as I stared Damon down.

He looked the same as I remembered him; smirk and all.

"Oh don't glare," he whined, "It ruins your pretty little face,"

I didn't know if I should blush or start throwing insults as him. Both sounded pretty good to me about now.

"Why are you doing this?" I found my voice, it sounded tired and raspy.

"Why, whatever do you mean?" he pretended to act innocent.

Infuriated, I stood up from the bed and began to walk over to him when I tripped on the floor. Great way to start a rant right? I could feel the heat creeping up my neck and to my cheeks. Here I was, trying to make an important point, and I'm on the floor blushing like an idiot.

I lifted myself up and gasped as I saw what I tripped over. It was a body. A body, lying in the middle of the floor. What shocked me the most was that I knew who it was too. It was Vicki.

I quickly pushed myself away from her as far as possible. I heard Damon laugh as I scattered away. I hit the bed post, the whole time staring at Vicki.

"Oh yeah, about that; while you were off in la la land, me and her had an awesome time," he was trying to make me jealous, and it was so not working. "Wish you could've been there,"

"For which part? The part where you kill of her or when you drink her blood," I sneered and glared up at him.

In a flash, he had me by my neck and in the air. He really liked to do this to me.

"I could rip your throat out so quick you wouldn't even have time to blink," he sneered before he dropped me. I landed with a thud and watched as he strolled back over to Vicki's body.

"So this is what you do?" I finally asked the question that's been picking at my brain.

"Hm, sorry?" he asked.

"You lure people in and then suck their blood or whatever, and then you kill them, don't you?" I could feel my eyes watering, but I would not cry; I will not let him see me weak.

"Well, half of that is right. But first of all, don't say 'suck', it sounds so… Twilight," he said the last part with a hint of disgust, "and second of all, I only kill when I have to," he looked at me in a serious sort of way.

"All those people in the paper, they were all dead Damon; you chose to kill them, didn't you?" I could feel myself getting more confident. I don't know if that's good or not, considering I'm alone in a room with a psycho.

"So, what's your point?" he said, and from the way it sounded, he obviously didn't care.

"They were people; people do not deserve to be killed,"

"Now you're starting to sound like Stefan," he groaned and turned to me; I glared hard at him. "Oh I think I like you better when you were sleeping,"

"I wanna go home," I said finally and more importantly, forcefully. I didn't dare to look into his eyes; I didn't want to see anything. I knew that if I did look, I'd want to stay with him. Even though I knew he could and possibly would kill me if I did.

"Oh, you don't want to stay here with me?" he pouted and whined.

I glared at him and stood up, but I stayed where I was.

"Please, take me home," I knew it sounded like I was begging, but I didn't care. I wanted to get far away as possible from this place and him.

"Oh, fine; just let me try compose of myself,"

He left to go to another room, while I stayed with Vicki's body. I gathered myself up and slowly made my way over to her. I felt a wave of sadness reach over me as I stood over her body. I admit I didn't like what she turned Jeremy into, but no person deserves to be killed. I stepped away from her and braced myself as I found a mirror. I didn't know what to expect, bruises, bite marks, but I found nothing, only smooth skin.

Several times I ran my hand down both sides of my neck. I stared in disbelief. I knew I was bitten, I know I was. I didn't give it another thought, though. I saw my jacket on a chair and quickly grabbed it and dashed out of the room. I hurriedly made my way downstairs and without a second thought, ran out the door.

This was my initial plan, but I couldn't be near him anymore. I just couldn't.

Damon's P.O.V

After dressing properly, I went back into ol' Stefan's room to tell Liz that I couldn't take her home. I forgot one little important detail, I can't fricken go out. Screw Stefan. When I entered his room, I expected to still find a whinny and crying Liz, but the only thing I saw was a dead body. I sighed and ran my hand down my face.

"Oh, what to do, what to do," I ranted slightly. Can't go after her, I'd burn up into a shriveled old hag. I could wait, but then she could be home by then; probably tell her twin what happened. Then I'd have a pissed off Stefan on my ass. But then again, he isn't much of a threat. He eats bunnies for the love of god!

I heard a moaning and looked down at what's he face. A smirk grew upon my lips. Well if I couldn't go out, then I'd just have more fun inside.

Normal P.O.V

It took me awhile to get home. The boarding house was pretty far away from where I lived. And it didn't help that I didn't have walking shoes on. By the time I got home, it was almost dark. Walking up to the front steps, I took my keys out of my pocket. I thank whoever that Damon didn't take them, or go into my pants for the most part.

When I walked through the door, I expected to find Aunt Jenna screaming at me. Asking me where the hell I've been. Instead I was met with silence.

Great family, right?

I made my way upstairs and into my room. Deciding to change, I went to my dresser and grabbed some clothes. Stripping down, I still wondered what happened over the past couple of hours. I mean, Damon was not human. He was a vampire. The thought of them existing made me shiver. When I was dressed in a pair of baggy sweat pants and a white tank top, I went back downstairs for something to eat.

When I got to the kitchen though, it was a complete mess. I found Jeremy trying to clean stuff up around the counter.

"Jeremy, what the hell happened in here?" I asked with my arms opened.

"I didn't do it, I swear; I mean, Vicki was hungry, and I-"I cut him off by waving my hands around.

"Wait, wait; did you saw Vicki?" I asked.

"Yes,"

"As in Vicki Donavan?"

"Who else?" he asked and looked at me oddly.

"Nothing, just making sure, that's all." I covered up. He shrugged it off and turned back to the mess at hand.

Vicki was here? That's not possible, it's just not. She was dead; I saw her body with my own eyes. My mind was racing as I thought of the one person who had anything to do with this entire situation. Damon. I knew he killed her, but how could he bring her back to life?

"Jer, where's Vicki anyway?"

"She left awhile ago; she was acting really strange,"

My heart raced and my anxiety just doubled. If Vicki was in this house, does that mean she'll come back again? What would she do? Would she kill Jeremy or possibly me?

Pushing away the thoughts, I began to help Jeremy clean up the mess. Pretty soon Elena came through the door looking all stressed out and exhausted. When she saw me though, her eyes widened and she ran towards me, tackling me into a hug.

"Where the hell have you been?" she cried, face buried into my shoulder.

"It's a long story, but I'll explain later I promise," I whispered so Jeremy wouldn't hear us.

When she released me, we both looked over at Jeremy, who had a strange look on his face.

"Something tells me I should ask but I know I will regret it later," we both laughed and he left the kitchen.

We stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds until Elena broke it.

"I was really worried about you," she began.

"I know I should've called but if I did I knew you wouldn't believe me," I said. She would think I was nuts if I told her what I've been through the last couple of hours.

"Well, I've had my share of experiences today, so try me,"

Before I could speak though, there was a knock on the door. Elena went to go answer it and I followed close behind. When Elena opened the door she immediately tried to shut it. But the stranger in the doorway easily pushed it back opened.

My eyes widened as I saw him. Damon was standing there, and looking very happy.

"Liz, go upstairs," she said forcefully. Though I didn't move an inch. I stood my ground and gave Damon a hard ass glare.

"I actually want to talk to him first," I seethed out.

He smirked and said, "You're both afraid of me, aren't you?" he laughed at little. "I'm going to go out on a limb and guess… Stefan finally fessed up didn't he?" that was more directed to Elena then it was to me. But that still didn't keep my eyes from nearly bulging out of my sockets. So Elena knew then too? Maybe that's what she was going to tell me.

"You're not welcome here anymore Damon," I nearly growled out.

"Oh what's with the attitude? I thought we were having such a blast earlier today," Elena looked at me, wide eyed. I shot her look that said 'I'll explain everything later'. "Anyway, may I come in? Oh wait?" he stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Of course I can," he stepped inside the house, "I've been invited in,"

"That doesn't mean we still won't kick you out though," Elena said.

"Well you see, I don't necessarily always have to come through the front door ya know,"

He walked over to me and began to circle me, like I was his prey. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze and wanted to move away. After he looked me up and down, smirked, he asked, "So, where's Stefan?"

"He's out looking for Vicki," Elena seethed.

"Damon, you need to leave," he looked over at me, "Now." I said sternly.

"Alright but you know, that girl's going to thank me one day," he began to open the door until Elena said, "Did you thank Katherine too?"

He stopped dead, "Got the whole life story, didn't you?"

"I got enough," Elena said.

Damon scoffed, "I seriously doubt that," he opened the door and looked over his shoulder, "Tell my brother I'm looking for him,"

"Why don't you do it yourself?" I spat out.

He glared at me and I returned the favor. "Oh future tip, be careful who you invite in," as he said this, he looked directly at me. And for a split second, I thought I saw caring in his eyes. but the door closed before I could get a better look.

We stood still for a while, neither of us moving. I was too shaken to move and I could feel Elena was too.

"So, you know too?" I broke the silence this time.

"Yeah, and you?"

"Uh, I got a good sense of it today; but I don't know as much as you do,"

She turned to me with a dead set look in her eyes.

"I think it's time we talked about this,"