Alina's Past Lives.

Plan B.

As I came back to consciousness, I immediately regretted it. I felt like I was in the middle of an earthquake, the room around me felt like it was moving. Only it wasn't the room around me, my head was spinning, and I felt like I wanted to throw up. I groaned out and the shaking stopped. I winced as someone screamed in my ear "Alina!" I opened my groggy eyes to see Caroline sitting in front of me with her hands on my shoulders. She shook me again and I groaned once more. I pushed her lightly away from me and snuggled back into the bed. My head was throbbing, and Caroline was defiantly not helping. I was hung-over. "Why are you wearing Damon's shirt?" She questioned in confusion. I rubbed my eyes and looked down and sure enough I was wearing Damon's shirt. "Where are my clothes?" I asked. But she ignored me and started to ramble. "Did Damon compel you? Oh my god did you sleep with him?" "What! No! At least I don't think so." I said unsure. "You don't remember?" She asked. "It's all one big blur of fuzzy images." I answered. "Ugh! You need to get up we have to help for the masquerade ball." She said successfully changing the subject. "Don't wanna." I moaned as I pulled the blanket over my head but sadly it was ripped from my grip, and I was lifted off the bed. The room blurred away until I was on the sofa downstairs with Caroline standing in front of me with a smug smile on her face. "Wow, you're freakishly strong." I mumbled. "Perks of being a vampire." I rubbed my temples and closed my eyes. "My head is killing me." I grumbled. "Shouldn't have drunk all my bourbon." I opened my eyes to see Damon smirking at me. "And then steal my shirt." Caroline gave me a small smile before she disappeared into the kitchen. "I stole this?" I questioned as I looked down at the shirt. "No." Damon shrugged. "I gave it to you when you wouldn't stop complaining." The doorbell echoed through the house and Damon vanished to go and answer it. Caroline reappeared and handed me a cup of coffee and some pills. "They were the only ones I could find; vampires don't suffer from headaches so they're his uncle Zach's." "They have an uncle?" I asked. "No vampires can't have kids it's technically their great, great, great, great, great nephew or whatever." She answered. "Where is he?" "He's dead, Damon killed him." "Should have known." I muttered. "Lina this is for you." Jeremy chucked a duffel bag at me as he walked in. I opened the bag and started to riffle through the clothes. "You didn't pick these out, did you?" "No, Elena did." He replied. "Good, that would have been creepy." I held up a pair of lacy black panties with a smirk. "Ew, I did not need that mental picture." Jeremy groaned as he averted his eyes. "I don't need a mental picture either." Damon smirked. "I have a real memory." He finished. "What did you two do last night? In fact, I don't want to know." Caroline said. "Nothing past first base sadly." Damon moaned. "We kissed?" I questioned in disbelief. "And then you passed out, so I kindly carried you upstairs." He answered. Me, Caroline and Jeremy looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Sounds like you." Caroline spluttered in between laughs. "Christ you must have been wasted." Jer laughed. "Oh, she was, she couldn't even unbutton her shirt." Damon smirked. I ignored Damon and turned my attention to Jeremy. "Did you bring clothes for Care?" Jeremy shook his head. "Care you're going to have to go home and change." "It's alright I was going to go anyway I need to get my mom some of her stuff." She replied. "Call me if Katherine's there." Damon said. "Will do, do you want me to come back and pick you up?" Caroline asked me. "You walked here, right?" I asked Jer, he nodded. "Then I'll walk with Jer. The fresh air might clear my head." Caroline nodded before she left. "I'm going to go and get changed." I said as I stood up and slowly made my way upstairs to have a shower.

I walked down the stairs about forty minutes later freshly showered and cleaned. My hangover had slowly started to disappear, and I felt much better. I went into the parlor to see Alaric had arrived. I perched myself on the arm of the sofa and turned to Jeremy. "So, how's your mission go yesterday?" "What mission?" Damon asked. "I sent Jer to befriend Tyler and find out everything he can about werewolves. So?" I answered. "He's not a werewolf you have to trigger the curse." Jer replied. "How did you do that?" Damon questioned. "Do you have to be a certain age or something?" I asked. "No, you have to kill someone." The room fell silent as we looked at one another. "Yikes." "Yeah, but that's not all Tyler told me that Mason's been looking for a moonstone." "According to the lore found in Isobel's Duke University research the moonstone is used to 'seal' the werewolf curse." "If he gets the moonstone, will he be able to reverse it?" I asked. "If we start to believe in some witchy spell crap in picture books, we're idiots." Damon stated. "And if we ignore it, we're even bigger idiots. It's the same book that says a werewolf bite can kill a vampire." I glared at him. "Think you can get hold of the moonstone?" Damon asked Jeremy. "I know where it is, shouldn't be too hard to get it." "Let's go." He smirked.