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The walk to the graveyard was boring to say the least. I had to dodge a couple of low branches and some poison ivy, but I finally made it to the cemetery. I thought I might see a few teens out there drinking, but instead it was empty.

"Better for me," I thought as I set down my bag and pulled out my camera. Some of the mausoleums and tombstones were really cool, so I wanted to get a few pictures of them before I really started walking around. I made sure to tuck the necklace that Caroline gave me into my shirt so it wouldn't get tangled up in the neck-strap for my camera.

Time flew by quickly as I wandered around the cemetery and took pictures. A bad feeling hit me so I rushed to hide behind one of the mausoleums. Slowly, I peeked around the side of the mausoleum when I heard voices. My eyes widened a bit when I saw Stefan and the guy from the grill, the French fry thief. The two were in a heated argument, but that wasn't what shocked me. The part that shocked me was when they started actually attacking each other. They were moving so fast and they were growling at each other amongst the yelling.

I wished someone had been there to stop me, but before I knew it, I had snapped a few pictures of them fighting before ducking back behind the mausoleum. Everything seemed to stop as the fighting silenced and the only thing I could hear was my own heartbeat. Before I could even think the two guys were gone, the French fry thief appeared in front of me and had a hand around my throat. His eyes had dark veins around them and he had actual fangs in his mouth.

"Damon, don't," Stefan shouted but the hand didn't move from my throat.

"Caroline's cousin, you shouldn't be snooping around at night," the French fry thief, Damon said as he moved closer to my face, but I could see his eyes flicking down to my neck every few seconds.

"Damon," Stefan growled but he didn't move to help me as my air circulation was being cut off.

"Oh live a little Stefan, I'll just make her forget this after I've had a bite. Caroline was so tasty. I'm sure her cousin will taste just as good," Damon said with a smirk. He didn't even spare me one more glance before I felt his fangs plunge into my neck. The growls he produced while drinking my blood made me want to throw up.

I tried to stay silent as he drank from me, but the fangs in my throat hurt more than I would have imagined. He wasn't being gentle by any means. A small whimper escaped me when he finally pulled away from my neck and I felt blood trickling down my neck and to my shirt. All I could do was give him a hateful glare as he locked gazes with me.

"Feisty, aren't you?" he asked with a smirk before giving a chuckle as he still kept me pinned to the mausoleum. His eyes did something weird before he started saying how I would walk home, take a shower, throw away my bloody shirt, and then forget that this ever happened. He gave me one more smirk before leaving the area faster than I could see.

I looked over at Stefan, who gave me a sad look before he also disappeared. I grit my teeth before digging my nails into my palms. "He has another thing coming if he thinks I'm going to forget what he did to me," I thought as I grabbed my stuff and started walking back to my aunt's house. "He's so dead," I growled as I stormed into the house and to my room. Caroline and my aunt still weren't home, but that was for the best at the moment. "Damon, you're dead, stupid, French-fry, blood-sucking, vampire," I hissed as I got the blood out of my shirt before taking a shower.

The rest of the night was full of me plotting ways to kill the vampire slowly and painfully. He had another thing coming if he thought he would get away with what he did to me. "He knows Stefan, so let's just get Stefan to bring his friend Damon to the grill," I thought before finally falling asleep.

The next day, Caroline gasped when she saw my neck, which I was not going to hide. If that stupid vampire thought he had put me under a trance or whatever so I would forget, then I had a surprise for him. I was also not going to hide what that jerk did to me without my consent. Honestly, I should be freaking out that vampires are real, but I was more pissed that he had bit me and acted so arrogant afterwards. Caroline looked like she wanted to ask me all day what happened, but she surprised me when she didn't say a word. My bad feeling from last night came back full force, especially when I kept noticing the sympathetic glances from Stefan. He didn't say anything out of the ordinary to me, but I could tell he felt bad about last night.

"Good, let him," I thought since he didn't help me.

The end of the school day couldn't have come by faster. I was walking out to the parking lot and I saw Caroline and her friends standing around her car talking about something, which seemed secret. I rose an eyebrow before walking over without a care in the world. I ignored the glances they gave my neck, but it seemed that they all had something hidden in their looks. It was almost as if they knew what had bitten me last night.

"So I'm hungry, how about the Grill?" I asked my cousin, who gave a nervous chuckle. "If you don't want to go, then no worries, I'll go by myself. I'm sure your friends wouldn't want to catch my cooties or something," I said when I noticed Caroline looking between me and her friends.

"No, let's go, all of us. We need to get over what happened years ago, anyways we're all grown now. No need to act childish," Caroline said but she still didn't lose her nervous tone.