Chapter 5

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It's been three days since Elena's disappearance. No chaos has happened. Yet. Damon and Stefan have been taking turns on watch for me. To make sure Elena didn't come to kill me. Is this what my life's supposed to be? Fearing that supernatural creatures are coming to kill you. Or the fact that supernatural creatures were real. I didn't really no what to believe in anymore.

I walked down stairs to the kitchen. I was still in my pajamas. I was in blue shorts and a black cami. It was almost eleven o'clock. Why am I so tired? I made myself a cup of coffee and started drinking it. I looked out the kitchen window. It was sunny out. I thought vampires were suppose to burn in the sun? How can Stefan and Damon walk in the day? I saw blue birds swore through the sky. Singing the theme song of the day. I turned around and Stefan was sitting at the kitchen table. I jumped back. He startled me, "Sorry," he said. I rubbed my free hand against my forehead, "You came in quietly," I said. Stefan nodded his head. I walked over towards him and sat on the chair next to him. I took a sip of my coffee, "Hungry?" I asked. Stefan was quiet. He shook his head. I could tell he was full of guilt. It wasn't his fault and I told him a thousand times that it wasn't.

Stefan cant control what Elena has against him. We found out that a witch let Stefan daze off for awhile and controlled his mind to get her out. But we don't have a single idea where Elena is. I'm okay with her missing though. I'm not afraid that she is out loose somewhere. She cant get in my house. She hasn't been invited in. I looked at Stefan again. Sadness was written on it. I placed my hand with his. I squeezed it tight. I smiled at him and he flashed one back, "Stefan," I told him, "I'm okay. Don't feel guilty. None of this is your fault. Someone was controlling you. You cant help it." Stefan looked down at our hands again. He smiled. He lifted our hands and pressed his lips against my hand. I put our hands back on the table, "Thank you." he told me. I nodded my head.

"Well," someone said. Stefan and I turned our heads. Damon was standing by the door. I rolled my eyes. Why does Damon always come at the wrong times. He started walking towards me, "History repeating," he whispered. Damon kissed the top of my head and walked towards the fridge. I let go of Stefan's hand. I twisted my body towards Damon's direction, "Any luck?" I asked him. Damon nodded his head and drank the milk from the carton. I sighed, "Damon!" I groaned. He smiled, "What?" he said with milk still in his mouth. He put the milk back and closed the fridge. He leaned over the counter, "Yeah, she's been staying at the Grill," Damon said, "Caroline told me." I gave him a confused look. I looked at Stefan, but he seemed to understand, "Who's Caroline?" I asked. "She's Vampire Barbie," Damon said with a smirk. I could here Stefan chuckle, "Were you guys friends?" I asked. I turned towards Stefan. He had a smile across his. He seemed like he was going through old memories in the scrapbook inside his head.

"When did you talk to her?" Stefan asked ignoring my question. Damon was going through the cupboards,

"Last night," he said still looking, "she lives about an hour away from here. Elena has been talking to her, and you know Caroline, she called me to see what was going on."

"What are you looking for, Damon?" I asked.

"Bourbon." He said, "your parents never have any alcohol."

"But we haven't talked to her in a year." Stefan said.

Damon stopped searching, "I know, little brother, but she may have some information how we can keep, Anna safe." Damon said. I was craving for them to answer my question, "Are you guys friends with her?" I asked again. Damon and Stefan both nodded, "All of us were friends," Stefan said, "Damon, Elena, Caroline, all of us." I still didn't understand all of this, "who's all of us?" I asked. But I knew they weren't going I answer. Damon smiled through. He started laughing though, "Yeah, sure, Elena was our 'friend'," he said raising his eyebrows on 'friend', "she was actual Stefan and my ex-girlfriend."

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