Mystic Grill Alaric is sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of bourbon. Damon walks up to the bar and stands next to him. Damon:"Bourbon." Damon sits down besides Alaric. The bartender pours bourbon into a glass and pushes it towards Damon. Damon:"Behold the teacher. Don't you have papers to grade?" Alaric:"It's, uh, more fun with a buzz." Damon:"Well, some things in life are. Sober's depressing." Alaric:"You don't strike me as somebody who gets depressed." Damon:"You say that like you know me." Alaric:"Nope. Just a hunch." Damon and Alaric exchange looks. Alaric finishes his drink and places it down on the bar. Alaric:"You have a good afternoon." Damon:"Not likely." Alaric gets up and leaves. Not long after his departure, Liz walks up to the bar, standing next to Damon. Sheriff Forbes:"Daytime drinking, huh?" Damon:"It's all the rage." Sheriff Forbes:"Listen, I need a favor." Damon:"You ever been in love?" Sheriff Forbes:"Excuse me?" Damon:"Have you ever been so bent on someone, just to have your heart ripped out by them?" Sheriff Forbes:"You forget I was married." Damon:"Right. Gay husband." He gestures to the barman. "She'll have what I'm having." The bartender pours another bourbon. Damon pats the seat next to him,"Sit down." Liz takes a seat next to Damon,"There's a fundraiser here tonight that the Founder's Council is throwing. The town's most eligible bachelors get raffled off for dates, and, well, were short a bachelor." Damon:"Is that what you do when there's no um..." He lowers his voice. "Vampires? Organize bachelor raffles?" Liz laughs,"Oh, trust me. At this point, I miss the vampires. Look, you're a hero to this town, Damon. I know most people don't know it, but you are, and you're single and a catch. Oh, come on, help me out. Carol Lockwood won't let me live it down if I come up empty handed." Damon:"You know, a room full of women clamoring to win a date with me. Sounds tasty." Sheriff Forbes laughs, relieved,"Thank you." Damon:"One thing. Can you get information on someone for me? Alaric Saltzman, the history teacher. There's just something a little off about him, and I just—I just wanna make sure that the high school did their homework on this guy." Liz gets up,"You got it." Damon:"Thanks." Liz departs as Damon takes a swigs from his glass of bourbon. ~~~***~~~ Trudie's Residence The doorbell rings and Trudie answers the door. The man from the middle of the road is in her front porch. Trudie:"May I help you?" Man:"Thank you for the text." Trudie looks surprised,"You're welcome. I didn't tell her anything. I—I kept my promise." Man:"Good." Trudie:"The girl, though, she—she knew something." Man:"That won't be a problem. She won't get any closer to the truth." Trudie:"Good. So I'm done." Man:"Yes. You're done." Trudie starts to close the door, but the man grabs a hold of it and starts pushing it back. Trudie struggles to shut it. Trudie:"No, I won't invite you in! You can't come in!" Man:"I'm not a vampire, so, yes, I can." The man flings the door open, forcefully, causing Trudie to land on the stairs. He enters the house. Trudie:"I don't understand. I did what you told me. I did my part!" Man:"And now I have to do mine." Trudie yells and starts running up the stairs. The man pursues her and grabs her by her hair. He throws her down the stairs and she tumbles to the bottom floor. A pool of blood forms around Trudie's head, indicating that she is dead. The man descends the stairs and steps over Trudie's body, leaving the house. ~~~***~~~ Town Square Harper walks into the middle of the square and looks around, overwhelmed by the changes over the past century and a half. He looks over at a bench where a woman sits. The woman and him exchange long looks, as if they know each other. She nods her head slightly and Harper walks away. ~~~***~~~ Salvatore Boarding House
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