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"Ok now would you both mind keeping the volume down so that I can sleep." Lysandra said as she got comfortable before turning to Damon to say, "Oh and can you get those girls back to their respective homes, they are literally creeping me out. Don't even think about eating them though or I will hex you five ways to Sunday so I would advise against that."

"Believe me you do not want to get hexed by her, despite how much she looks like an angel, there is a devil hidden somewhere inside because those hexes are the worst," Stefan said to Damon seriously.

"Relax, those girls will end up in their dorm with headaches, think they blacked out. Business as usual." Damon placated, Lyra nodded at him before she closed her heavy eyes, she was so tired that she fell asleep in moments.

"You actually won't drain the girls right because she won't hesitate with hexing you, the last time she hexed me was horrible." Stefan actually shivered when he remembered that hex, there were literal bats coming out of his nose and it was honestly freaky and painful.

"What did she do?" Damon asked curiously.

"You don't want to know. Now would you answer the question," Stefan said to him pointedly.

"I wasn't lying Stefan. Predictable you didn't pull me over here for a pep talk. Spill it, brother." Damon said as he took another sip of the fire whiskey.

"There was a woman you may have known a few years back named Isobel in North Carolina at Duke." Stefan said hoping Damon would remember something but considering how drunk he was, he didn't hold out too much hope.

"You wanna discuss the women in my past right now? Seriously?" Damon asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"You killed her," Stefan said, if his suspicions were correct then Damon had killed Elena's birth mother.

"What's your point?" Damon asked with a roll of his eyes.

"I just...just wanna know if you remember anything about her," Stefan said needing more information before he tells Elena.

"Oh, it's like a needle in a haystack, Stefan," Damon said, every face was a blur right now.

"Well, think hard. It's important." Stefan said to him in his usual serious manner.

Damon then grasps Stefan's shoulder and whispers in his ear drunkenly, "Nothing is important, not anymore." He claps him on the shoulder and then pulls away and says, "Great chat. I have to go and exploit some women in the name of grief, which I'm sure you understand. "TTFN", said the Tri-Delt. Heh." Damon walks back to the girls as Stefan sighed and left the room.

As Damon started the music again, he completely forgot about Lysandra. She groaned, covering her head with a pillow before peeking out from under it. With a glare, she threw the pillow at Damon, who managed to catch it just in time.

"What the bloody hell did I say about keeping the noise down, you idiot?" Lysandra exclaimed, annoyance lacing her words.

"You can go upstairs or cast another one of those handy spells of yours," Damon shrugged carelessly.

"There is no point now. I won't be able to go back to sleep," Lysandra said throwing the blanket off herself in frustration before getting off the sofa. She stretched slightly before she went and turned off the blasted music.

"Seriously? I'm going to take a guess here and say that living with Stefan has turned you into a bore," Damon groaned annoyed.

"Not a chance. I'm the life of the party," Lysandra said, and just as she said this the light of the room dimmed, and coloured lights flashed around them as if they were in a disco and with another flick of her wrist, her preferred choice of music began to play around them as she said, "If you want to let loose Damon, you've got to do it the right way but I'm not going to let you do anything until those girls are back in their homes safe and sound, compelled and in for a heck of a hangover tomorrow morning."

Damon rolled his eyes but reluctantly agreed, wanting to get back to drinking and dancing his worries away. A few minutes later, Damon was back in front of her having finished compelling the girls after having one last drink and leaving them in the safety of their homes.

He paused as soon as he entered the room again, his eyes gliding over her form as she danced to the music. He couldn't look away even if he wanted to and why would he? She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

"Are you just going to stand there staring at me like an idiot or are you going to dance with me?" Lysandra asked and he rolled his eyes before he began to dance along with her.

They both had a blast as they danced and drank like crazy, no one to tell them what to do, no worries and nothing holding them back because right now all they could do was drink away the pain and dance as if everything was alright because a broken heart was too much to deal with without the help of the bottle.

A little while later though, they suddenly stopped their dancing when a bright flash of blue lit up the living room. Lysandra recognizing what it was immediately took all the magic down that made the room look like the inside of a club and went towards the patronus.

"Ly, you need to come back. We have a problem, and I'd rather tell you this in person," the glowing figure said, sending a chill down her spine. She sensed the alarm in Dray's voice, sobering her up instantly.

She apparated to her room, grabbed her bag, and retrieved the floo powder she kept for emergencies. Returning to the living room, she used a spell to enlarge the fireplace. Just as she was about to step inside to throw in the powder, Damon pulled her back by the arm.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, alarm evident in his voice. He had yanked her away from the hot fireplace. "What were you thinking?"

"Look, I'm a witch from a different world with different methods of communication. This is one of them." Lysandra pushed him off and jumped into the fireplace, throwing the powder as she shouted, "Malfoy Manor!"

Damon stepped back in shock as he watched green flames engulf her before she vanished. He stood there, momentarily frozen. First, there was the bizarre message from that light thing, then her attempt to jump into a fireplace, and now this? A method of communication? What, like a phone? Were they suicidal or just resistant to flames? If only that were possible for vampires; but then again, it wouldn't be classified as one of their weaknesses if it were.

He honestly didn't know what to do next. Should he tell Stefan? He might understand what the hell was going on, and at least then he wouldn't feel the urge to find out where she was and if she was okay. Reluctantly, he dialed his brother's number.

"Damon?" Stefan answered, his voice a mix of confusion and shock.

"Okay, so I was with Lysandra, and then a weird light thing came and said she needed to come back because there was a situation the guy needed to tell her in person. Then she vanished out of thin air, and suddenly appeared in front of the fireplace. She used a spell to enlarge it, but when I tried to hold her back, she jumped in anyway. She said she was from a different world and that this was a method of communication. Then she jumped into the fireplace, threw some powder, shouted out 'Mal something Manor,' and disappeared in green flames. Should I be concerned?" Damon explained, his voice slightly slurred from the alcohol.

"I'll explain everything later. I need to go," Stefan said, hanging up before he could dial Lysandra's number. It went straight to voicemail. Great, just great, he thought in worry. What the hell had happened now?