I had hope that this was all a bad dream. Sadly, I was wrong. Everything that has happened to my sister and I just doesn't seem real, and yet it is. I keep hoping, wanting, to wake up and realize that I dreamt this entire situation and tell Elena about it and have her laugh with me. I wanted to wake up and everything to be normal again. I wanted my life back, but I know now that there is no turning back.

I felt such tremendous guilt for not telling anyone about what I knew. But I knew that they would think little of me and just say I was too stressed or worried about everything. Truth be told, I was stressed and worried but that still didn't wipe away the feeling that I had gotten. It was odd, almost like a dream, a dream that I've had before but knew that it never happened.

So now here I was, locked in my room just staring at the wall. Damon had dropped me off over an hour ago but I had made no intention to move from my position. I did change from the hospital clothes to my regular pajamas. I didn't look anyone in the eye when I walked into the house. Elena went against what I wanted, taking Jeremy's memories of Vicki away.

Just her name made my guilt worsen.

I didn't know what to do anymore, I just feel so guilty about everything. What's there left for me to do?

Damon's P.O.V

Once I knew she was safe, I left. For over an hour I watched her in the shadows, making sure she didn't do anything stupid. Once I knew she wouldn't try anything, I finally left. The drive back to the boarding house had me pondering. How could Liz know that Vicki was going to die tonight? No one could possibly know that. Only witches or something like that could tell the future; and Liz was most certainly not a witch. God if she were a witch I would have to start liking those things. The very thought made me shudder in utter disgust.

I walked into the house, still thinking. I hadn't even noticed baby bro waiting for me in the living room.

"Damon," he started though I ignored him. I poured myself some bourbon and took a sip of it. "Damon we need to talk," I continued to ignore him, "Damon!"

"I heard you the first time," settling the glass in my hand I walked towards the fireplace, staring into the mesmerizing flames. "Alright, let's hear it," I took another sip, "I'm waiting,"

"What you did to Vicki was the most selfish, manipulative things I've ever seen come from you. What was the point of turning her if you knew she would end up dead?"

"Simple Stefan: boredom," I said simply.

"Boredom?" he seethed in rage.

"Yeah, I was bored and decided to have a little bit of fun," I turned to him and could see the rage in his eyes; it was as clear as a bright sky.

"You've toyed with people's minds and I was willing to forgive on that account, but toying with the lives of people, that's where you stop," he said sternly. I went to pour myself another drink but before I could Stefan smacked that bottle out of my reach, affectively smashing it into pieces. The liquid staining the carpet with shards of glass everywhere.

"Well, looks like I need another bottle,"

"You think this is funny? Because of you now the entire town is going to wonder what the hell happened to Vicki,"

"Oh relax, we follow the same story that precious little Elena told us to plant in her baby bro's head: she left town," I said like that. It was a good plan, couldn't have thought of a better one.

"And how long will people believe it for, huh?"

"Oh give or take a few months maybe a year; they'll start wondering when she doesn't come home, ever." I smirked slightly at the last part.

Obviously Stefan saw it, "You think this is funny?"

"Actually I find it hilarious," I walked over to the table where all the other drinks were, scanning for what looked good.

"Why is it that everything with you that involves death you find amusing?"

I looked at him, "Did you really just ask that question?"

"Yes, and I think I deserve an answer,"

"Hmmmm, maybe some other time," I answered as I finally found a bottle of whiskey and began to pour myself some.

"No Damon, we talk about this now or-"

I cut him off, "Or what? You'll kill me? You've had some opportunities and we both know that you can't do it. Face it, you can't kill your own brother," I took a sip and watched him carefully.

"One day I will though, you won't see it coming and when it does happen I'll finally be ridden of you," he walked away after that but before he left the room he said, "and maybe I'll finally be happy,"

I snorted into my drink as he walked off. Happy, yeah right. He'll never be happy; all he ever does is broad over the past and whatnot. All this Stefan thinking was making me sick to my stomach. I tossed the rest of my drink into the fire and watched it flare up.

My mind ran back to Liz. For some reason I couldn't get that little twin out of my head. Tonight I never saw her look so vulnerable. She was scared, that's for sure; and I wasn't the one that made her scared, what's up with that? Great, now it sounds like I care. Like that'll ever happen. Nothing more than a woman, a hot woman, but she's a woman with a secret. A secret that's got me curious.

Liz's P.O.V

Its official, last night was the worse night of my life. I laid in bed, pondering over everything. I didn't want to stay in bed and mop and feel sorry for myself. Last night though, reminded me too much of my parents deaths. And now I'm thinking of how they'll be no funeral for Vicki. I ran my hand through my hair and went into the bathroom. I stared at my reflection and thought.

Did I really now that Vicki was going to die last night? It seemed all too familiar and that's what's been scaring me. I told Damon, hoping that he could have a possible answer, but he only dropped me off without a word. Still, an answer or at least a theory would've been nice. But all I got was silence as he drove off last night.

I went downstairs only to find that no one was in sight. I saw a note next to the fruit bowl and picked it up.

Liz,

Went out for a while to run some errands. Took Jeremy with me and Elena went to Stefan's.

Jenna

Great, I have to whole house to myself I thought sarcastically. I sighed and began to make myself breakfast, which was only a bowl of cereal.

I couldn't get the images of last night out of my head and my body still hurt like hell from being thrown down constantly and my arm hurt. I refused to take the pain killers they gave me because I didn't want them. The door rang and I put my bowl in the sink and went to answer it.

Although when I opened the door I really wished I could've shut it right there in his face.

"Won't you invite me in? Oh wait, that's already been taken care of," he smirked as he stepped inside.

"What're you doing here Damon?" I wanted to cross my arms but my sling prevented me from doing so.

"Came to check up on you; well more like Stefan forced me to come here while he comforted your sister,"

I scoffed, "Should've guessed that'd be the case."

"You know me so well," he leaned against the banister as he looked me up and down. I realized that I was in my pajamas which were only short shorts and a loose t shirt. "Nice pj's by the way,"

"Go to hell," I groaned and wanted to burry my head in something deep.

The smirk that makes so many women fall for him was plastered onto his perfect face.

"Well if I did, you wouldn't certainly be there now would you?" he walked off into the kitchen with me trailing behind him.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

"Trying to get rid of me already?" he had a sad expression on his face but I could see the humor in his eyes.

"Trying but failing,"

"Oh she's got jokes; I like that in women,"

"Too bad it's not gonna be me," I stated seriously.

"And why not?" he said as he sauntered over to me.

He towered over me as he started into my eyes. My breath caught in my throat as he began to rub my good arm. I shivered at his gentle touch and I knew he was enjoying my vulnerability. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of me being under his control.

I broke free of his grip and made my way to the other side and leaned against the counter.

"You and I both know that I'm not your type Damon,"

He walked over towards me and trapped me beneath him. "And what would my type be," he whispered into my ear.

"You want someone whose feisty, who'll do anything you say, won't back talk to you and basically satisfies your needs," I stated the obvious.

"You forgot sexy and good in bed," he whispered seductively.

"Way to ruin a somewhat moment," I rolled my eyes and pushed myself away from him, although I already missed his body on top of mine.

Great, now I sound like a hopeless romantic.

"Hey, I try," he smirked and pulled himself a chair and gestured for me to take one as well. I was a little reluctant at first but I obliged, since I live here anyway.

"So, did you really come all this way to torment me?" I asked as I leaned forward.

"Why yes, I missed are little bonding time,"

"Can you try to be serious for once?" I asked, but already knowing he would answer with some witty comeback.

"Yeeeaaah, I tried that a while ago, just wasn't my style," he drawled out.

"Then what is your style then?" I challenged. He got me riled up a bit and now I wanted to try and beat him at his own game.

"Well it's to be stylish and sexy and just all around drop dead gorgeous," he smirked at me.

"You know that's not what I meant,"

"I know," he answered instantly.

A moment or two passed of just silence and it was awkward, well for me, for the most part. Damon just kept staring at me and I was doing everything to avoid his gaze. If I did look at him, I would regret it and he would enjoy it and then I'd want to punch him, and that would not be a good idea.

"Could you please no stare at me," I told him, well more like demanded.

"I like what I see though," he said simply and then I did look at him. For once he didn't have that smirk but had a genuine smile on his face. I was shocked at first but then I regained my composure.

"Well then take a picture then, because this is all that you'll ever see,"

He reached for his phone and I sat there with my mouth agape. He got his phone ready but I moved away before he could actually take a picture.

"What? You said take a picture," he looked at me with wide eyes while I stood away from him.

"I didn't think you would actually try though,"

"What can I say, I'm full of surprises," he got up too and stood in front of me once more.

"And are any of those surprises good?" I raised my eyebrows as he put on a 'thinking' face.

"Why don't we find out?" he leaned down and before I had time to react I slapped him in the face before his lips could touch me.

The slap was out of impulse. I didn't mean to do it but it just sort of slipped out. I guess it was for all those times he hit on me and made fun of me. I had to stifle a giggle from the look on his face. It was of utter shock and confusion.

"Go ahead, laugh, then see what happens next," he somewhat threatened as he held his face.

I couldn't help myself and I laughed. "You have to admit, you deserved it."

"For what, trying to kiss you?"

"Yes, exactly that; I don't want and form of physical contact with you."

"Well you can't deny this, you know you feel some sort of attraction towards me," he leaned over me and tried to lean in again when we heard the door open and Jenna's voice fill the air.

Before I could even blink, he was gone. I stood there, frozen in place.

"Hey Liz, you're up late," Jenna said as she and Jeremy entered the kitchen.

What the hell just happened?