She's alive! Yeah, I know I'm months late. Depression, writers block, work and a whole bunch of stuff all together and that meant I had no motivation for writing anything. So sorry about that! But I did finally get the chapter done AND I'm working on the next one already. No promises when that one will be out, but it will come out. Promise!

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Please let me know what you think of the chapter. I wasn't the happiest with it but I felt like I should at least get it out to you.

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Previously on Ghost of Lifetimes Past:

She waited to see if he would say anything else, but besides opening and closing his mouth, no other sounds came out. Soon his eyes dulled and she knew he was dead.

Time to go get Enzo.

Getting to the front doors, Lissa waved Enzo in before ducking back inside as she didn't want to be seen by the neighbors. She doubted they'd be as nonchalant about homicide as she was.

"Hmm, nice place. Dick doesn't deserve it even if it was his fathers." Enzo hummed as he stepped through the door.

Lissa shrugged before shutting the curtains so the sun didn't filter through. She didn't know if Enzo would be letting Damon out or not but better safe than burned.

"Are you wanting me to go down with you, or am I staying up here and minding my own business?"

Taking the time to shoot the pale girl a droll look, Enzo made his way towards where he could smell the vervain. "Would you actually stay up here if I wanted you to?"

"Maybe, possibly. Well no, but I would at least wait a couple of minutes for you to be done beating on him. Solely because one sided ass beatings are kinda boring after a while."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Lissa followed down the creepy basement stairs. Mainly because, unlike the rest of the house, they were clearly the original stairs and she could easily see herself falling straight through to the stone floor below. Halfway down she was hit with a pungent smell of death and musky dirt. Both she assumed was from Damon desiccating and the vervain plants, respectively. As they got to the bottom a light flared on, probably hooked up to a sensor for Zach's ease.

The now lit up the basement was…still fucking creepy. Seriously, the Salvatores had genuine jail cells directly below their house. All the way at the end of the basement cell block was what she assumed was Damon's cell, based on the groaning coming from within.

"Sure you wanna do this?" She asked the still vampire in front of her.

"You ask me that now?! Now? Why not, I don't know, before committing murder or even driving over here?"

"Well, I mean you weren't moving, so I just assumed you were having second thoughts about actually confronting him."

Enzo shot a glare over his shoulder at the unbothered girl. "Shut up. I'm just thinking about what to say."

"Or chickening out."

"Fuck off." He snarled before stalking toward the groaning cell.

Lissa smirked. Better to send him in already angry than let the man overthink what he wanted to do.

Enzo stopped directly in front of Damon's cell door. The man within was clearly not paying attention or probably couldn't due to being drained and without blood for a couple of days. Lissa stopped right next to the fuming vampire and peeked through the little window the door had to see inside the cell.

Blinking in a way to clear her eyes, Lissa tilted her head. She wasn't really expecting much but a dry wrinkly version of Damon, much like the show had portrayed. That was not what was inside the cell. It seemed like a real desiccated vampire was much more like a human halfway to mummification, smell and questionable liquids included. She let out a low whistle. "Damn, wasn't expecting him to look like that. Gross."

At her words Damon's eyes jerked open and his head snapped towards the door. "Oh, the hallucinations have set in. Fabulous. Though why it's a friend I let die and Katherine's fucking ghost look alike I don't know."

Enzo let out a scoff and threw a tiny blood bag through the bars on the tiny window. "Drink. I want you to be somewhat cohesive for this conversation."

The ravenous vampire didn't need telling twice. One second he was sitting on the bench the next he was on his hands and knees, the blood bag already halfway to empty. Lissa didn't think he had even acknowledged it was a supposed "dead friend" that had given him his blood. She didn't know how the hallucinations for desiccated vampires were but she doubted it was pleasant.

Damon sat back in his heels once he finished, skin knitting itself back together in places it had split and started oozing though that was about it. He still looked like he wouldn't be amiss being excavated out of an old tomb. "E-Enzo? That's impossible."

Enzo snarled, face shifting to his vampiric one as he surged forward to hold onto the window bars. In his anger he barely missed grabbing Lissa as she jumped out of the way. "Impossible?! IMPOSSIBLE? You want to know what I thought was impossible? A friend, one knowing the same tortures I, myself, knew, abandoning me to another fifty years of it. A friend that swore, that SWORE, to get me out turned his back and forgot about each and every promise we had made. A friend that clearly wasn't a friend because I was nothing but the means to an end!"

Having moved to his feet sometime during Enzo's rant, Damon slid back down the wall to rest on the ground directly across from the door. "She…said you were dead."

"She? She who?" Enzo demanded. After no immediate answer from the other man, Enzo shook the bars on the window he was holding. "Answer me dammit! I deserve answers."

Damon gritted his teeth, finally some fire replacing the shocked guilt. "The woman you were sleeping with. The red head."

"The- the red head? She was with them." Enzo looked at Damon as if he'd grown a second head. "I may have been sleeping with her but at least I knew not to trust anyone in that place! Why the hell would you believe anything she said?"

Opening his mouth before closing it, doing a damn good job of mimicking a fish, Damon stayed silent, not really sure, even now, why he took her at face value.

"Human nature." Lissa explained. Both men turned to look at the pale girl, a bit stunned as they had forgotten the young girl was there. Yet there she stood, leaning against the stone wall of the basement.

"What?" Enzo asked.

"I guess it couldn't be called human nature anymore. But it's just natural." She looked Enzo deep in his eyes. She'd never explained why she thought Damon had run and took the first rumor he heard about the place to him. He deserved to know her own thoughts on it even if it was a bad time. But it didn't look like either of them were going to advance the conversation. "He associated that place with intense pain and the woman offered a solution that gave him the least amount of guilt and gave him an excuse not to go back into that place."

Enzo looked over at the other vampire, disbelief swimming in his eyes. "So what? He just took the first thing he heard as fact and never checked it? Never even thought to check it?"

Lissa gave a shrug, sympathetic smile on her face. She wasn't Damon. There was only one way to get the real explanation; by talking to Damon.

"I shut it off." Damon said quickly and quietly as if he didn't even want to admit to anything but knew the Englishman deserved the explanation.

Enzo jerked back. "You turned it off? Your humanity? That's your excuse for not double checking?"

Damon finally got the courage to walk closer to Enzo now that he didn't seem like he'd destroy him if within range of his arms. "That's what happened. Think it was an excuse or not. I heard you died and I turned my humanity off and didn't look back."

"Fine then. If it was good enough for you then it should be good enough for-" Enzo's words were cut off as his head snapped forward, forehead smacking hard against the bars in the window. "What the fuck, Lissa?"

"If you even THINK of flipping that switch. I will so forcefully turn it back on every fucking vampire in the world will feel it." Lissa snarled. It was the dumbest thing vampires could do. She was not about to let Enzo make that mistake, or deal with the stupidity that would come with him being humanity-less. "Think of a different revenge."

Enzo growled. She had said she'd stand by what he chose. Why would she suddenly stand there wanting to go back on her word? "You said you'd-"

Lissa rolled her eyes. "I'm aware of what I said Enzo and I will support whatever you choose to do, but I'm not going to sit around and let you do actual harm to yourself. I like to think I'm a better friend than that. Pick. Something. Else." She stood her ground even as Enzo snarled and snapped at her but she knew he wouldn't attack her. He cared too much to even think about harming her. Before long the snarling died down and with a scream he punched the wall behind her, sending tiny chunks of stone flying and causing Damon to speak up with a 'Hey, not the house! It's original!' as if that would have stopped Enzo.

"What would you have me do then? Just beat him up and let bygones be bygones?" Enzo scoffed, shaking his head at the small girl. "I can't do that, Lissa."

Lissa let out a sigh, her tongue poking the inside of her cheek as she took in her friend. He had calmed down some after his little rant at Damon, but she still saw the veins around his eyes darken some randomly before going away. Once again, she was surprised at his control over himself. She knew she'd never be able to be so restrained if she was in his shoes.

"Do you want immediate satisfaction or are you okay with waiting?" She asked, eyes lighting up as she thought of an idea. She really hoped that Enzo went with the long con or else everything was going to change.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Damon snarked from the cell.

"No, shut up."

Damon pulled a face but did, surprisingly, shut up.

Enzo gritted his teeth, feeling his veins ripple and fangs elongate as he thought about Damon. He had been his only confidant for so long. He remembered for so long, even after the betrayal, he would talk to imaginary Damon, at least until one tiny albino girl came stumbling into his prison. Slowly he started healing, or at least as close to healing a person could get while being tortured. Until one day Enzo realized that the voice he would talk to in his head changed from the rough tone of Damon to the feminine but blunt tone of Lissa.

"What's the immediate solution?" Enzo asked not taking his eyes away from Damon.

"Kill him," Lissa said plainly, hiding her trepidation for even suggesting this, but she felt it needed to be voiced and decided against before Enzo could move on.

"What?" Both men asked, voices dripping with shock at her suggestion.

"It needed to be said. You can just kill him." Lissa shrugged. "I mean; he did leave you for dead himself."

Did Lissa want Damon to die? Hell no. That would ruin each and every plan she had for the future. She'd been working on those for years on how to survive everything that was going to happen. Plus, she wasn't too sure how anything would go with Damon gone. The very thought of him not being a part of anything with the future was actually pretty interesting but not anything she'd entertain for more than a second. She wouldn't have even suggested it if she really thought Enzo would go for it. Lucky for both her and Damon, Enzo was a better person than she ever was and way too sentimental to just kill him off.

Damon gaped at where he imagined the white haired girl was, "I don't consent to this, Snow Princess! I thought we were friends."

Lissa leaned back against the stone again, not taking her eyes from Enzo, who was still staring into Damon's cell, and completely ignored Damon's words. "So, wanna kill him, Enzo?"

Enzo wouldn't lie to himself, the thought of drenching himself in the other vampire's blood sounded so good. Probably better than anything he'd heard since the sound of his shackles breaking. But he knew, even if he didn't admit it, there was still a part of him that saw Damon as his friend. A miniscule part, but it was still a part. And that miniscule part wouldn't let him kill the other man, as much as the idea appealed to him.

Enzo let out a loud groan as he shut his eyes and let his head fall and hit the window bars. "No. No I don't, Lissa." Taking a deep breath, the Englishman turned to look at her. "So what's the long term plan?"

"That should be discussed away from the person you're getting revenge on, don't you think, End Zone?"

"Right." Enzo glanced back into the cell, face unreadable even to her, before turning towards the stairs. "I'm going to go drink now that I've heard his reasons, as stupid as they were. You coming, Snow White?"

Lissa shook her head. "Not right now. I gotta talk to Mr. Love 'em and Leave 'em."

"Sure, Lissa, just don't let him talk you into letting him go. He deserves every second of agony he gets."

With those parting words, Enzo made his way upstairs, leaving the other two in awkward silence.

Lissa stepped up to the door taking the spot Enzo had been standing before. Damon sat on the stone flooring sneering up at her. He really was pitiful looking in there. His clothes from the ball were still on him, even if they were smeared with gunk and dust and other things she didn't want to know about. There was blood smeared in his face from the blood bag Enzo had thrown in, and his skin rivaled hers for lack of color. If she was anyone else, she'd probably have already let him out simply from pity. But she wasn't, so she didn't.

"Welp," Lissa clapped her hands together, "I think that went about as well as it could of! You didn't even die or get hopelessly injured."

"Some friend you are, Gilbert. You threatened to kill me." Damon scoffed as he scooted himself to lean against the far wall again. "If this is how you treat your friend, I'd hate to be an enemy."

"First off, didn't threaten to kill you. I just suggested it. And second, if you were my enemy you wouldn't even get the courtesy of a threat. I'd just kill you." Lissa stuck her tongue out at the man. She was genuinely happy about how this turned out. She had thought Enzo would have ripped the door from the hinge just to get at Damon but the fact that he didn't? That spoke volumes to how Enzo actually saw the other vampire. There was genuine hope of them becoming friends again.

Damon gaped at the teenager. How was one twin so…nice yet the other one turned out to be like this? It was so reminiscent of him and Stefan that it made his head spin. Especially since they both had Katherine's face even if one was lacking in pigment and had added piercings. It was like he'd been dropped into the world's weirdest twilight zone. "Oh good, thanks then, for that suggestion. I just love when my friends suggest my death to people that obviously want it."

"Oh! You're welcome."

"I was being sarcastic, Snow Dunce!"

"Yeah, obviously, dude. I'm socially inept sometimes but I like to think I'm well versed in sarcasm."

"What did you want anyway? To just make me feel guilty by throwing one of my worst decisions into my face and bring Enzo here?" Damon glowered at her. Though it would probably be more effective if he could sit up by himself without being propped up by his arm.

Lissa scrunched her nose at him. Enzo's trauma wasn't a weapon to use. Would she use other people's trauma for her own gain? Yeah, absolutely, but that's because she was a hypocrite. "Enzo needed to face you to heal. Plus I think you needed it too, despite the anger you currently feel."

"No, I meant, what do you need now? Why didn't you leave with Enzo?"

Letting out a small 'ahh' Lissa reached into her bag and pulled out two more blood bags. "Here. I may have told Enzo earlier I wouldn't let you out, doesn't mean I can't help you free yourself."

Damon slowly made his way towards the blood bags. He wasn't about to turn them down simply because he was mad. That was just stupid. And with two more blood bags in him he should have enough strength to at least mentally call Kennedy to free him. Luckily he'd planted that compulsion to listen for his mental call, just on the off chance something happened.

"Well, that's all I stayed for. Do come find me when you get out. While you may not see me as a friend anymore, I do." Lissa started walking away before jogging back towards the window. "Oh and Damon?"

"What?"

Without a second thought, Lissa grabbed the letter opener she'd stuffed into her pocket after using it to kill Zach and threw it with great precision towards Damon's eye. It was only due to his lack of blood and being surrounded by vervain that it actually hit. Damon let out a cry of pain grabbing at the silver handle and retching it, and his eyeball (gross), from his head. "What the fuck?"

"That was for Enzo."

With that last quip in, Lissa finally left the basement and went upstairs. She still had to finish cleaning up from Zach's death. Skipping into the room she left Zach's body, she smiled when she saw Enzo had apparently taken the body with him and the rug, though that was probably to hide the body from any busybody neighbors. Great, that just meant she needed to get the blood out of the couch and leave Damon a note about his dear nephew's death. It was the least she could do since she had killed him.

Humming some random anime opening, she went to search for some bleach or lye to get the blood out. It didn't take her long, they kept both under the kitchen sink. Probably in case Damon decided to be a dick and get blood places he shouldn't. Lissa shrugged. Whatever the reason, it makes her job easier.

Considering how much white she wore Lissa was pretty practiced with getting stains out so it didn't take her more than 30 minutes of scrubbing before the couch was basically back to normal, at least to her human eyes. Damon and Stefan will probably notice the stain still but she didn't really care that much about it to keep cleaning any longer.

Quickly emptying the bucket of bleach water and throwing the rags in what she hoped was a hamper, Lissa made her way over to the desk in the living room. Rummaging around she found some paper and a pen.

Hey Damon! Forgot to let you know that Zach's dead (Sorry! He was in the way!) but I cleaned the stain up and Enzo seems to have handled the body. Sorry about the rug, it wasn't salvageable and Enzo used it to hide the body. Plus it was ugly. (get better decor, dude) Oh! I also closed all the curtains so you should be good without your Daylight Ring until nighttime at least.

With Love,

Lissa

Lissa grinned and nodded. Perfect. Short and to the point, exactly what she wanted. She taped the note to the front door and left.

"Heeellllooo?" Lissa sang as she strutted into her home only tripping over her own feet once. It was later than she wanted considering her and Enzo had spent a bit too long drinking. Lucky for her, Allen was working at The Grill tonight and he was easy to talk into serving alcohol to minors with a little extra money. "Is anyone hoomee? Jer? 'Lena? Jen?"

"Are you..drunk?" The disbelief in Elena's voice was just slightly colored with amusement as she took in her swaying twin from the stairs. She didn't know the last time she'd seen Lissa as plastered as she currently was. She didn't want to lie, it was funny seeing her normally put together sister completely gone.

Lissa spun around to look at who had spoken, only barely catching herself as she started to fall from turning too fast. "Are you gonna yell at me if I say yes?"

"No? It's not like I haven't gotten drunk before. Why would I be mad about you doing it?"

Lissa shrugged. "Don't know. You've been really bitchy lately. You had mellowed out during the summer after the accident but now…" She trailed off as she felt her good mood drop a bit. She had really enjoyed being closer with her sister after the accident during the summer. But if Elena was going to go back to how it was before then she wasn't going to continue trying to be a good sister.

Letting out a sigh, Elena could at least admit to herself, Lissa had a bit of a point. They had gotten along during the summer. Sure they had been grieving but it brought them closer. "I'm just going back to normal, Lis. I'm sorry if you don't like that."

"Ignoring our own issues, have you been crying? Your eyes are red and you don't have allergies." Lissa stumbled her way up the stairs to get a closer look at her twin. "You have been! What's going on?"

Elena swatted away the pale hand that had started poking at her cheeks. "Nothing. Why do you care? You just called me bitchy. And threatened me last time I saw you!"

"Yeah, and? You're still my sister so that means if someone is gonna make you cry or threaten you it's gonna be me."

"That makes absolutely no sense."

"Well, I'm drunk so," Lissa blew a raspberry at the taller girl making Elena scrunch her face up at the spit that landed on her.

"Drop it and go to bed. I can't talk about it," Elena said. She wasn't about to drag her volatile twin into whatever Stefan was. That was asking for people to get injured.

Lissa just squinted at the other girl, trying to think about what could have possibly caused her to cry. The car wash was today so that meant she had talked to someone about Stefan, right? God, maybe getting drunk with Enzo wasn't her best plan. She shook her head as if to dislodge any memories. All that did was make her dizzy and almost fall down the stairs. "Fine, but only because I'm tired and can't really do any deep thinking right now."

Once she got in her room and changed Lissa felt the same chill as she did when Damon had been watching the house, making a face, she got out of bed and went over to her window. Glaring down at the ground she made eye contact with Stefan. Not wanting to deal with any relationship drama that was going on when drunk and so close to sleeping, she opened her window and just yelled down at the boy. "Go home! Seriously, I don't know what's going on but impersonating Edward Cullen isn't gonna win you any points."

Not waiting for a response, she slammed her window shut and closed her blinds. Stefan could be creepy and obsessed with her sister on his own time. She didn't know why she was getting weird chills anytime a vampire was stalking her or her sister, but she really didn't have the energy to find out either. At least not right now. All she wanted was to sleep off the vodka that Enzo had talked her into drinking.

It was right as she was halfway asleep that she jolted up in bed and her brain remembered what had happened today in the show.

"Oh right! Elena knows about vampires. That's why she was crying. She finally figured it out."

Should she go to her sister and talk to her? Nope, she was too tired and honestly Elena handled everything fine after talking to Stefan. She'll be okay.

With those thoughts, Lissa finally went to sleep.

Lissa woke the next morning with a groan. Fuck Enzo and his need to cope with lethal amounts of alcohol.

Considering her hangover, she had wanted to spend the day being a bum and trying to figure out why that mindscape spell hadn't really done anything besides give her a really weird lucid dream. Apparently Caroline didn't see a hangover as an excuse to miss hanging out with her for a second time. So here she was, grumpy frown on her face, sitting at The Grill watching her blonde friend come bouncing towards her..

"You, young lady, are in trouble!" Caroline said as she sat down. "Besides lunch I haven't seen you hardly at all this week! And you bailed on the sexy carwash!"

Lissa sent her friend an apologetic smile. She really had kind of ignored her as she focused on more supernatural stuff. Plus with Enzo in town now? "Sorry, sorry. I've been a bit busy. It wasn't on purpose."

Caroline let out a huff. "Well, what was so important you couldn't even come to the carwash? You know how much time I put into organizing that."

"Ah. A friend of mine moved to town. I was helping him with a few things."

"Wait…him? Did you bail on me for a dick appointment! So help me Lissa if-"

Lissa felt her face scrunch up in disgust at the idea of sleeping with Enzo. "No no, ugh, gross. Enzo is like a brother, it'd be like sleeping with Jer."

Before Caroline could continue her interrogation Mark walked over with their normal food orders. Mushroom Swiss burger for her and a grilled chicken salad with Caesar dressing for Caroline. Her buying their food fortunately made Caroline willing to drop her annoyance at being ignored for a week.

"I promise if I ever ditch you for sex I'll be sure to tell you. Promise." Lissa held out her pinky towards the other girl. They'd always done picky promises, ever since Lissa had told Caroline that a pinky promise was more sacred than anything. Neither girl had ever broken a pinky swear to the other in all the years they'd been friends. She wasn't about to start now.

"Fine, pinky swear." Caroline stabbed at her salad before taking a bite. With a mouth half full of food she continued. "Now tell me about Enzo. I know you've mentioned being friends with him before but you never explain who he is! If he's gonna be around I need all the info I can get."

Lissa grinned as she settled into telling half-truths and some lies about her and Enzo's relationship. It was nice to actually talk to Caroline. She'd forgotten how at ease she felt in her presence. No supernatural stuff, no worrying about the future( besides what she already does subconsciously) just talking shit with someone she cared about. It was comforting. Though she wished she could be completely honest about things, she didn't want to tell the blonde about the supernatural just yet. Once things actually pick up she'll sit her down and talk her through everything, but until then Caroline can have her teenage innocence.

She was getting to the end of telling Caroline about Enzo's (and her's) house when her phone rang. Looking down at who it was she tilted her head in confusion. "Why is Damon calling me?"

"What do you mean? Aren't you two friends or something? He did buy you a drink, right?" Caroline asked.

"Yeah, but we just had an argument. Some things were said" And thrown. Like a letter opener to an eye. "And I wasn't expecting him to call me literally a day later." Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought about why he'd call her. Wasn't today the day he turned Vicki? So shouldn't he be doing something about that?

Caroline leaned forward as she grinned mischievously at her. "Maybe he wants to make up? Angry sex is some of the best."

"Caroline!" Lissa laughed. "I'm not sleeping with Damon. Now hush, I gotta be able to hear him."

Answering the phone, Lissa was greeted with the sound of classic rock and a drunk and annoyed Damon. "Snow Princess! I'm still angry with you, but I've thought of a way for you to pay me back for the betrayal."

She let out a scoff at the man's words. "Betrayal? Being friends with Enzo isn't a betrayal."

"That's debatable but what isn't is breaking into my house, killing my nephew, and stabbing me with an ice pick."

"…It was a letter opener and you deserved it."

"Tsk, tsk. Whether I deserved it or not, you've broken poor Stefan's heart with the killing of our nephew." Lissa could hear the grin in Damon's voice. "He's blaming me, you know. Won't even listen when I say it was you. Tells me that it's impossible since you don't know about vampires and aren't that type of person. Can you believe him?"

Lissa could actually. Stefan was pretty blinded by the fact she looked like Katherine, no matter how different her coloring and actions were. Even the piercings didn't really stop him from occasionally looking at her in a way that said he wasn't really seeing her. She didn't know how Elena stood it. It must be even worse with her considering she was Katherine's exact copy.

There had been multiple times she'd alluded to knowing his actual nature in the few times they had talked since he started dating her sister, yet each time he ignored her comments. Hell, she knows at least one person warned him about the rumors of her killing people and being scary when he started dating her sister. Yet he still only saw his former love's face and marked it as just rumors.

She finally tuned back into Damon's rant right as he mentioned her coming over. "Wait, what? Why am I coming over?"

"Were you listening at all to what I said?" Damon snarked. "I said I need your help with something. I may have done something on a whim that I don't really want to deal with. So as payback you can deal with it."

"Didn't your mother ever teach you to clean up after yourself?" She squinted over at Caroline who had made her way over to where Matt was playing pool. Huh, looks like she was serious about flirting with him. Lissa would have to actually ask her what was going on with that when she had time. "Or did you just ignore that lesson?"

"Considering my mother died when I was young, I'll say I never got it."

Ah, well she walked into that one, she thought, grimacing to herself. "Right…so ignoring the foot in my mouth. When are you wanting me to clean up your mess?"

Lissa figured it was only fair to help the dark haired vampire. He was right. She had killed his nephew, and stabbed him, and lied to him about why she wanted to be friends, and snuck a hostile vampire into his home. She probably did own the dude a favor.

Damon hummed and she could hear some rustling as if he was moving something heavy. "Probably now. Who knows when they'll wake up."

"When who'll wake up?"

"Guess you'll have to come over to see. Tata for now!"

Hearing the click as the vampire hung up on her, Lissa gaped at the audacity of him. How rude! Here she was taking time to do him a favor and he hangs up on her. Growling, she tossed some money onto the table to cover the food and tip, and stomps over to Caroline and Matt.

"Hey, Care, I know I said I'd spend the day with you but Damon has apparently called in a favor. How mad would you be if I rescheduled for tomorrow?" She said as she got close to the two.

Instead of getting angry like she'd expected, Caroline just glanced at Matt and back to her. "I think I'll be good. Matt's keeping me entertained. But if you bail one more time I'm using one of those best friend coupons and stealing your time for a week."

Lissa let out a laugh as she remembered those coupons she had given her back in elementary school. She had been grounded for arguing with her teacher about something she didn't remember now and so she didn't have any allowance to buy Caroline any Christmas present that year. Deciding to act like a little kid for once, she made 'Best Friend Coupons'. Each one had a task or event she would be required to attend without question or amount of time that she would spend with Caroline and no one else. "Holy shit, Care, I never expected you to still have those."

"Of course I still have them. They never expire."

"Alright. I swear if I bail again, you can use a coupon and I'll honor it." Lissa reached over and hugged Caroline while taking the time to whisper in her ear. "And when we do hang out you're telling me all about you and Mr. Donovan over there. Don't think I didn't see that blushing glance."

Caroline gave her a light shove as they broke away. "Oh go help Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome and leave me alone."

Chuckling, Lissa waved goodbye to Matt and headed off to the boarding house. Not for the first time she thought that maybe the immortal vampires shouldn't have such a distinct house. Sure, Mystic Falls is full of historical houses but the boarding house was a central part of the town history. Everyone knew it. It's a wonder that so few old people recognize the two vampires. Especially with them turning up so often in the past. She'd understand if they lived in a big town and had more people coming and going, but Mystic Falls was as small town as you could get. It was a wonder not more people knew about the supernatural than just the council.

Shrugging to herself, she put those thoughts away as she pulled up to the boarding house. She didn't really care if people knew about the supernatural as long as the people she cared about was safe.

Not bothering to knock, Lissa waltzed right into the living room. "Alrighty, Asshat, what mess do you need cleaned up?"

Damon grinned from where he was dancing around the two couches in the living room, glass of what looked like bourbon in his hand. "Snow Princess! You actually came! I thought my former cell mate would stop you."

"Enzo doesn't tell me what to do. Plus he knows I'm friends with you." She said from the doorway. Looking around she noticed that he'd shut the curtains even further than she'd done the day before. From where she was standing she could see he'd even put a towel in the kitchen window as a makeshift curtain. "And before you can send us off topic, what'd you need me for?"

"Oh right!." He started before gliding across the room towards her. As he got closer she could smell the alcohol. He'd obviously been drinking a while. "You're a teenage girl. That means you can deal with other teenage girls."

Lissa rolled her eyes, those words alone giving her an idea of what he wanted her to do. "No. I'm terrible at socializing. Literally the only friends I have are Caroline, my brother, Enzo, and sketchy people that are halfway to being my minions."

"Wow, you need a better social life."

"Thanks, I'll get right on that."

"Anyway!" Damon sat his drink down on the table next to the doorway, clapping his now free hands together and he turned towards the couches. "You're in luck. I can help you with your abysmal social life. I have two freshly transitioning vampires that need instructions. And you, my dear, are being tasked with explaining the life to them."

"I'm not being your…wait. Did you say two?" She shoved Damon out of the way as she sped towards the two couches trying to see what changes she'd inadvertently caused.

There on one couch was Vicki, mouth red from the blood Damon had obviously given her. But it was the person on the opposite couch that caused her to gape in shock.

"Oh my God. You fucking changed Kennedy?"