Christopher

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"Where is she?" I heard a voice ask as I played on my phone with my feet up on the couch. I smirked to myself, hearing footsteps.

"Where's who?" Elena spoke. I didn't hear an answer, just more footsteps before they stopped.

"Matt." I smiled as I looked up to see an angry barman in front of me.

"I know it was you."

"Me? Whatever are you talking about?" I asked in a sweet tone.

"You know what. You killed that guy and stuffed him in the janitor's closet." he accused.

I fake gasped, taking my feet from on the couch and sitting properly.

"Tilly? Is that true?" Elena questioned.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I mean, there's no proof."

"I don't need to have proof to know that it was you." Matt sneered. "That same guy who spilt your drink all over you was the one who I found dead. Not to mention that he had bite marks on him. That could not have been a coincidence."

"The world works in mysterious way." I said, standing up. "Maybe it was karma."

"And maybe it wasn't."

I sighed, raising my hands in surrender. "Okay, you got me. I'm the murderer. But I thought you would have gotten used to the fact that vampires feed." I explained, rolling my eyes.

"Not for revenge." Elena cut in.

I poured myself some bourbon that was lying around into a glass. "Well, my mind works in a slightly different way to yours."

Elena and Matt just stared at me in shock.

"And you know what they say. Payback's a bitch." I smirked, taking a sip of my drink.

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I watched as Damon walked into the living room with an angry look on his face.

"Somebody's pissed." I muttered.

"Yes, I am." he answered.

"I can't guess why..." I trailed with sarcasm.

"What if someone caught you?"

"Then I would have killed them too. I thought that you out of everyone would have known that killing solves everything. You've done enough of it."

"They could have taken you."

"Taken me? Nothing like that happens anymore. You got rid of those weird experimental people."

"Yeah, well, we thought we did."

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Augustine. There's more of them..."

My eyes widened. "They're back?"

Damon nodded. "And they're in Mystic Falls."

"No." I whispered, looking into space.

"Tilly-"

"No. They, they can't be back. You know how I can't control myself."

"Yeah you can. You're able to control your blood lust now."

"I know that. I just, I get such a thrill out of killing I would use any excuse to murder more people. It feels amazing."

He raised his eyebrows. "Really."

I gulped with a nod. "Yes."

He frowned a little.

"But please don't tell anyone. They'll just get all freaked out by me. I don't want that." I begged.

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