A/n: Lol I love you guys so much. I got six reviews! Sorry it took me so long to update, my life has been hectic recently and I have been having writers block. Of course it doesn't help that I wrote like half a page and the accidentally erased it! Anyways thank you so much for your support! Enjoy this chapter! ;D

"Tell me one more time what happened." Uncle Steffy said looking at me worriedly. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. I had told this story a thousand times already. I could practically hear my bed calling to me.

"I was outside on the balcony when Damon snuck up on me and I judo flipped his ass. We were talking when a waiter came by with champagne. We both took a drink. I didn't like mine and when we went to go back inside, Damon collapsed. I smelt vervain and wolfs-bane on the glass and I freaked." I said. It was my my shorter version.

Damon had long since woken up and told his side as well. He got off with smack upside the head for being so careless and a death threat from my mother should he ever and I quote 'Get my daughter wasted' ever again. I however was stuck retelling the tale a thousand and two times.

"What did the waiter look like?" he asked. I thought about that. I hadn't really been paying attention to him, but I could recall some features and a sense of familiarity.

"Tall, dark and handsome." I said. It was the best recollection I had.

"I didn't poison you." Kol said. I looked up from Steffy to roll my eyes at him. He was sitting across from me in the love seat, his legs dangling from the edge.

"Your not tall." I pointed out. While Kol's running commentary had not helped us solve anything, it did keep me from snapping and pointlessly yelling at someone. My bed, why was I not in my bed? I turned back to Stef to ask him just that when a voice spoke.

"Who poisoned my niece?" Aunt Bekah demanded her shrill and angry tone cutting off anything I might've said. She walked into the office hands on her hips.

"For the last time Bekah, all the mixture would've done is knock her out." Dad said trailing in behind her. They came to sit on either side of me on the plush leather couch. Bekah put an arm around me and dad put his hand on my knee.

"Doesn't matter." Mom called from behind the desk. We all turned to look behind us at her. "They tried to hurt my baby. They will pay." I had never seen mom so serious and scary. And while I loved how protective they were all being, I really just wanted to lay down on my bed and maybe even get some answers out of Trammel. Trammel...ah shit!

"Look what I found!" a voice intruded my thoughts. Speak of the devil. We all turned to the office doors to see Katherine holding a very embarrassed Trammel by the ear. Could this night get any worse? "He was hiding out in your room." she said looking at me pointedly. Yes, yes it could. I hoped out of my seat and walked to them. Auntie Katherine let go of him and he rubbed his now red ear. I gave him a quick hug and mouthed an apology. Unfortunately, I had forgotten that he was still hiding out in my room.

"Ah Trammel," Dad said, "what a pleasant surprise." his voice made it clear this was a very unpleasant and unwanted surprise. I laced my fingers through Trammel's and gave them a reassuring squeeze. He was deathly afraid of my father and for very good reason. He didn't like (okay hated) Trammel, and death threats had been made the first time they met.

"Trammel sweetheart, what are you doing here?" Mom asked. She, on the other hand, loved him. She thought he was a good influence, which he was. I was the crazy and irresponsible one. Which was ironic considering I learned all my cool tricks from him.

"I came to visit Lia and say happy birthday." he replied. He wasn't telling the truth and we both knew it, but some instinct told me to keep that to myself. If he wanted to talk about something personal, it would stay that way.

"Well why were you in her bedroom?" Bekah questioned.

"That's my fault." I said. "He came to me right before the party, but he wasn't ready and there was no way he could attend the ball looking like this." it wasn't the whole truth, but appearance was something Bekah understood, so it got me off the hook. I actually liked the way Trammel looked with his caramel colored skin, high cheekbones, and tall defined frame. He was currently wearing a blue tee and a leather jacket with jeans hug low on his hips. Not that mattered of course.

"You should have let us no there was a boy in your room." Mom pointed out. She came to sit beside dad on the couch eliciting a grunt from Katherine who was now squished in the middle. I raised my hands in irritation.

"Mom, you've known Trammel since I was eleven. He is my best friend, not my boyfriend."

"Could of fooled me." Auntie Katherine muttered, moving to take my spot on the couch. I ignored her.

"Honey that's hardly the point." mom said trying to appease me.

"That's the only point." I defied. "Besides, if I had told you Trammel was here, Dad would've thrown him out the second I left the room."

"That is not true." she countered.

"Yes it is." Dad muttered under his breath seemingly forgetting that we were all supernaturally gifted in hearing.

"Point and case." I said gesturing to Dad. "Now I am going to take Trammel to a guest room, away from mine," I added seeing the look on my parents faces, "and explain what is going on." Dad almost looked pained at the thought of letting Trammel and I travel the house alone.

"I'll go with them and make sure they don't screw around." Kol volunteered, probably reading my father's thoughts. Why he had to over enunciate the word screw, I really didn't want to know. I rolled my eyes and left the room my fingers still interlaced with Trammel's. Kol followed diligently until we reached a turn in the hall. Why Trammel and I continued down, Kol took the turn, heading towards his room.

"Where is he going?" Trammel questioned.

"To his room." I said casually.

"I thought he was supposed to follow us."

"Don't question it." I said. He was going to jinx us.

"Alright then. So what happened while I was holed up in your bedroom." I sighed wistfully at the mention of my bedroom. Then, making sure to keep my voice level, I recounted the nights events. His response wasn't entirely unexpected.

"What?! Are you hurt? Did you see who did this?" I let out a deep breath. Trammel was nearly worse than my father when it came to my safety.

"I'm fine." I assured him, squeezing his hand then letting it go. We had reached the end of the hall and the guest bedroom. I opened the doorway.

On the wall opposite to us there was a king size bed covered with a black comforter. A simple mahogany nightstand was on one end topped with a crystal lamp. A rainbow beanbag was thrown carelessly in the corner and a huge bookshelf covered the right wall. Floor to ceiling windows with a view of the forest were on the left wall completing the scene. Trammel stood there with a slack look of shock on his face as I stepped into the room. It was kind of a small actually.

"Are you coming?" I asked. I was already seated on the plush comforter of the king size bed pulling on my heels. He picked his jaw up off the floor and came to join me. Once my shoes were off I stared on my jewelry. "Talk." I said.

"About what?" he asked.

"Why didn't I hear from you for three months and then when you make a surprise visit, you're keeping secrets?"

"Oh." he said looking at his shoes. "That." I raised my eyebrows.

"Well?" I prompted. He looked back up at me.

"It's kind of a secret." he said.

I laughed. "A secret? We have been best friends since sixth grade. You told me the first time you thought a girl was hitting on you. There is no such thing as secrets between us. Now suck it up and stop being so weird or I will be forced to assume the worst." He glared at me like I was the most evil creature to have ever walked this earth. In all honesty, it was very possible.

"You know how I've been looking for my birth parents right?" he asked shyly. Of course I knew, I had been there when he'd made the decision. After three foster homes we had collectively decide that ti might be better if he knew who birthed him. I nodded and motioned for him to continue.

"Well I found them." he said. He almost sounded disappointed.

"That's great!" I said. Why wasn't he as excited as I was. I mean I was practically jumping for joy, while he looked like his puppy died. He shook his head.

"No it's not."

"Why?" I asked curiously. He had been obsessing over this since we were twelve.

"Because my real mothers name is Sophie Devereaux." I gasped. Didn't see that one coming.

I'm so evil I know. Thank you again for reading and I am sorry for any grammatical errors. The next chapter will be from multiple POV's and some secrets will be revealed. I will update as soon as I can and plz plz plz review. The more reviews, the quicker I update! :P