The Vampire Diaries- Welcoming Trouble

I almost bled him to death. There is a difference.

When I woke up, I could feel the warm sunlight seeping through the curtains. That's alos the reason why I woke up. No, I didn't have another dream/nightmare of Shirley's head flying. The last thing I remember was Damon telling Elena  he wished I was dead. I stared at the ceiling. I was in th bedroom. How did I get here? Again, Damon wishing I was dead, flashed in my mind. 

"Don't think that" 

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at Stefan's glowing face. "You are glowing" I said, suspiciously. He chuckled. 

"Don't worry. I watched all the twilight movies. It's nothing like that in the real world. Caroline made me try a new face cream. It seems to work  well on the ladies" he said stepping inside. It was my turn to laugh.  

"You have a lot of 'Don'ts" I said making air quotes. 

"I also have a lot of questions" he said, resting his hands on the wooden rods that rounded the bed. I suddenly realized I was in a different bed. I looked around. It was a flatter bed. Soft just like the previous one but the room was smaller and there was a study table at one end. "This is my room. The one you slept in last night was Damon's" 

"Wait, last night? Did I waste a whole day sleeping?" I asked, shocked. Damn it! 

"Well, I think you spent a whole day regaining your strength because we need you to identify someone for us and answer some questions" 

"Okay, now I'm scared. What has everyone been up to while I was playing sleeping beauty" I asked sitting up straighter. 

"Well, they brought some one for you" 

"They brought my parents from India??" I gasped and put my hands to my ears. 

"Oh...that's the reason you don't have an accent. I was wondering. You saved me the google search Amelia. And no, it's not your parents. It's your attacker" he said and looked at me like I might collapse again. 

"But...Damon ripped his head off just like how Shirley's head was..." I trailed off. 

"Is that why you think he did it?" Stefan crossed his arms. I kept my feet very carefully on the ground and stood up slowly. Stefan grabbed my arm gently and helped me stand on both feet, literally. "I don't think  he did it, Stefan.  I know he didn't" . He looked at me with a confused expression. I could tell he wasn't happy with the way I answered questions. "Take me to my attacker, please" I said and started taking a step forward, then stopped. I looked around. The table, the bed, the floor. It wasn't there. "Where's my -" I began but Stefan cut me off saying,"Elena has it. Don't worry" . I nodded and we very slowly, walked down the stairs, to the room where everyone was seated. 

"How are you feeling now?" Elena asked rushing towards me. Damon didn't even move an inch. I cleared my throat loudly and said, "Better. Good morning Damon" . He looked at me and flashed a smile and then pointed at something on the ground, I still couldn't see and his smile dropped. "Your attacker. Identify him" . I nodded at Stefan, that he could let me go now. After he moved aside, he exercised his arm and shoulder a bit. I concluded that I needed to join a gym ASAP. 

"Oh shit!" I gasped when I saw the body clearly. The guy still wore the same outfit since Sunday night. The only difference was his head was sitting. You know, it was just sitting there while his body was lid down. So, imagine yourself sleeping - that was the position of the body. Now imagine your self sitting on a chair- that was the position of the head. His face was covered in blood and his mouth was wide open. Nobody wants to wake up to this scene, trust me. "Elena?" I asked without turning around. "Could you please get me a wash cloth or any wet cloth?"

"Uh...yeah, sure" she said and ran to the kitchen, i.e. if they had one. She ran somewhere, that's all I knew. I looked at the body. I knelt down beside it and started searching his jacket. As I was reaching for the pockets of his pants, Elena held out the wet cloth and pouted. "Thanks. What?" I asked suddenly noticing her expression. She looked her Damon and said sternly "why didn't you tell her that you already searched the guy?" . I stared at him and then at my dirty hands. There was a little blood but a lot of dirt.