Someone once said that if you life, the guilt will come back to haunt you and eventually bite you in the ass. I didn't like lying, I never did, but I knew that for this particular situation, it's the only option we have. And when I mean 'we', I mean Elena and Stefan. They feel it's the best thing we can do right now, since the sheriff's department won't be able to find Vicki's body, saying that she left town is the most logical reasoning we have.

"Did Vicki say where she was going or if she was planning on leaving?" Sheriff Forbes began to question me. I was sitting in front of her desk, being questioned on the disappearance of Vicki. I was told by Damon earlier that he took care of the body a couple of days ago; I didn't ask any questions though, I just left it at that.

"No, none; though Vicki had been acting strange the last couple of days," I answered honestly, or as honest as I could.

"What'd you mean strange?" the sheriff asked, leaning forward slightly.

"Like she was weirded out by everything and all paranoid; it was like she was on a permanent high but it was worse than usual. She started acting all freaked out and all."

"And did that seem normal to you?" she persisted.

"No, she seemed different; I mean really different, she kept pushing all of us away. And that's not just Vicki in all honesty." Truth be told, that was a total lie. As far as I knew Vicki never did ask for help from anyone.

"Has she tried to contact you?"

"No, and I don't think she will in all honesty. I'm not on her favorites list because she kind of pushed Jeremy towards drugs and Elena and I were not particularly happy about that. Elena and I both urged Jeremy to stay away from her but when he didn't listen, we confronted her about it. She freaked and didn't listen. That's the last I saw of her and had any contact with her,"

"So you really believe that Vicki's left town?"

"Yes,"

After that she told me I could go and send in Elena. When I met her out in the hallway I gave her a nod and she gave me one too. I made my way outside of the building and welcomed the fresh air. I made my way over to a bench and sat down; silently cursing myself. I brushed my dark wavy hair out of my face. I looked around, people watching; envying them for having normal lives.

"Hey," I heard Elena's voice say. I looked up and she was there.

"Everything go okay?" I asked as I stood up.

"Yeah, the sheriff didn't suspect anything I don't think,"

"I don't know if I should be relieved or not about that," I crossed my arms and we began to walk slowly over to where Jenna had parked her car.

"Trust me I know how you feel,"

We walked slowly in silence for a few moments before I interrupted. "So how's it going with Stefan?"

"Honestly, it's not. I don't think it's such a good idea for me to be with him, Liz."

After everything we've just been through, I think Elena deserves all the happiness she can get and I believe the Stefan is the one who can give her that happiness.

"Elena does he make you happy?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Do you like spending time with him?"

'Well, yeah but-"

"And do you love being with him?"

"Yes, so what's your point?" I stopped her and made her look at me, eye to eye.

"My point, dear sister, is that you have all of the qualifications of being in love with Stefan Salvatore and you're denying it because of everything that's happened in the last few days."

"Oh come on Liz, I am not in love with him,"

"There you go again trying to deny your true feelings for him; you can't let this just slip through your fingers. Stefan is a good guy, anyone can see that and if you let him come then you're so stupid,"

She looked at me after I gave my little speech. I waited for a reply and after a few seconds I got one.

"Since when did you become an expert on relationships?" not the answer I was hoping for.

"Since I came to the realization that I am doomed to be forever alone,"

She laughed and linked her arm through mine and led us over to Jenna's car. "You're not forever alone,"

"Oh yes I am and I have come to accept it,"

"Since when did you become so dramatic too?"

We reached the car and I was about to open the door when I turned to her, "You really expect me to answer that?"

She shook her head and pushed me inside. The ride home was silent, mostly because Elena and I knew what Jenna and Jeremy didn't. When we got back home I immediately went up to my room. I began pacing around a bit, trying to settle my nerves. After a finally calmed down I sat down on my bed with my sketch pad in my lap. I brushed my long dark waves over my shoulder and began to concentrate.

I began with a light stroke of charcoal and then added more color. The final piece was of a girl with long hair and dark eyes. She was standing in an ally, slightly hurt but still standing.

I stared at the picture a little while longer, "weird," I muttered.

I felt like getting away from everything and wanted to go out. I ended up deciding on going to the Grill and wanted to see if Elena wanted to tag along. After this morning, we both needed to get out.

I knocked on her door and when I hear a faint 'come in', I barged right in.

Elena was lying in bed with the covers pulled on top of her. "Hey what're you doing in bed?"

"Avoiding the world," she answered. I sat down next to her while she continued to stay down.

"More like avoiding someone," I gave her a pointed look and she sighed. "Come on, I'm going to the Grill and you my dear, are coming with me,"

"Liz I really don't feel like going anywhere today, or doing anything for that matter."

"And I suppose staying in bed all day is going to make all your troubles go away?"

"Yes,"

"Nope, wrong answer, no get your ass moving," I stood up and when she didn't movie I crossed my arms over my chest and gave her a look.

"Liz please, I just don't want to today," I knew she had been through a lot, but hell so have I. And here I am going out and not spending my day trapped within my covers.

"Alright but next time I will drag you out, and I don't care if you'll be in your pajamas or not," I warned her. She laughed and shook her head, "Looking forward to it sis,"

"See ya," I waved as I left her room.

On my way out I ran into Jeremy, he had his sketchpad out.

"Hey you mind if I borrow some of your drawing pencils?" he asked.

"Wait, you're sketching again? That's great Jer," I patted his shoulder and smiled.

"Yeah and I'm all out of mine so I was wondering if…"

"Oh go right ahead there on my desk, feel free to help yourself," I smiled.

"Thanks,"

I watched him leave and couldn't wipe the smiled off my face. This change was going to be for the better, I could feel it.

I made my way to the Grill and sat myself down at an empty table. I had brought a book just in case I'd gotten bored. As I was reading, I heard the chair across from me move. I didn't even have to look up to see who it was.

"What're you doing here Damon?" I asked as I continued to read.

"Checking in on my favorite twin," he smirked like it was the obvious.

"So I'm your favorite now?" I glanced at him and his eye flickered at me.

"You sound surprised," he noted.

"You don't like people so I think it's obvious that you don't favor them either,"

"Don't try to read me Liz; you won't like how the ending turns out,"

"I didn't know this was a story," I put my book down and leaned back in my chair.

"Well, we could always make it a romance if you'd like," he smirked. I got little butterflies in my stomach and I wanted so desperately to ignore them.

"I think I'll pass. But what're you really doing here?"

"I need you to do something for me," he began. I raised my eyebrows. What could I possibly do for him?

"What?"

"I need you to throw a little party here for tonight," he said slyly.

I looked at him in shock. Did he really expect me to be able to throw a party?

"You're asking the wrong person then,"

"And why's that?' he leaned forward, gazing into my eyes.

"I'm not exactly the most social person," I state the obvious. Which was true, I seriously disliked talking to people.

"Well then this'll be the perfect opportunity for you to become a social butterfly," he laughed and I gave him a scowl in return. "Forget it Damon, I'm not doing it," I grabbed my book and began to move to a new table but he grabbed my arm and stopped me; his touch sent sparks up my arm and gave me goose bumps.

"What if I asked nicely?" he gave me puppy dog eyes.

"Since when do you ever ask for things nicely?" I ripped my arm out of his grasp and turned away. Didn't do any good though, because he was soon in front of me. "Look, I'm not the person you should ask to be doing this. And why do you even want a party here anyway? What's in it for you?" I asked.

"That's for me to know and for you to never find out," he grabbed my hands in his and I began to blush a little. I didn't want him to know he had this affect on my so I ripped my hands away from his and scowled at him.

"Forget it Damon," I walked off to a different table and sat. I buried myself in my book and prayed that the blush on my cheeks would go away.

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