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"Are you talking about the watch?" Damon rants and waves it around in the air like its some kind of sacred object.

"Can you stop it, Damon?" Elena asks Damon with a hint of annoyance.

I look at them horrified, as Damon lowers his arm and the look on his face softens looking at Elena. The air goes away as they stare at each other, in their own world.

I clear my throat, which makes them back up and look away awkwardly. 

"Can't you guys take me seriously?" My heart is still pounding from the vision. "Damon, this watch here isn't ordinary at all." My voice creaks from the frustration. 

"Well firstly, you heave all of this new information on us -- that you're a witch for gods sake! How do you expect us to handle it??" Elena retaliates.

I stare at her coldly, ignoring her statement. "Damon, you've been in this world for nearly 200 years. You've been surrounded by vampires and witches your whole life, but you don't believe me?" 

"I never said I didn't believe you." He smirked. "It's just hard to believe that you're a witch of some kind." 

I nod, why are you being so childish then? It's like you want to believe me, but you won't. "I can't deal with you both right now. But I'm telling you, that watch shouldn't exist. I'm saying that for your own good, Damon." I look at him with callousness.

I turn on my heel and walk toward the front door, before Damon vamps in front of me, blocking my exit. 

I cross my arms stubbornly, looking up to his intimidating gaze. "What?"

"You need to stay here and watch Stefan. Elena and I are going to run an errand." 

I scoff, looking at him. Firstly I let out my anger on my sister and on him, and now he wants me to watch his own brother while  he goes on a little rendezvous with poor little Elena.

"How about no?" I smile, pushing past him, only to have him clutch my wrist, clenching his jaw.

"Ang."

I roll my eyes. "Jeez. Fine!" I spat in his face, walking past Elena and back into the living room.

***

After around 5 minutes of sulking in silence, I hear footsteps, and the door closing. I chuckle. They just had to go somewhere together.

My phone buzzes abruptly. I see Elena's name pop up vividly on the screen.

Message from: Elena: 

I know you're mad at me, so I'll message instead. Stefan told me that he wanted to talk to you privately. It's not really safe to be by him right now, so be careful.

My eyebrows turn into knots into my forehead. Stefan? Why would he need to speak to me so soon?

I waste no time before walking down into the basement. 

***

"Stefan?" I say softly, peering into the dark dungeon, looking at the ghostly figure in the distance. He had is head in his hands, drifting off.

To be fair, I'd never seen Stefan look so... miserable and lonely. 

The cell is mostly dirt and a rock hard bench that Stefan was using as a bed for these past few days. There were a couple full bottles of blood that were left completely unscathed, yet to be drunk by Stefan. 

I bet this is eating Elena up because her own boyfriend is asking for me instead of her.

I slowly undo the lock of the dungeon. As I enter, the door behind me locks.  I take a deep breath before sitting next to the brooding vampire.

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