Lexi was back.
Until the Veil went up.
So, of course that meant it was a cause for celebration.
"You Give Love A Bad Name" by Bon Jovi was playing.
Lexi and I were dancing. Lexi was swaying her head back in forth, pivoting on her foot in a circle. I had a bottle of bourbon in hand as I danced.
Stefan was being a couch potato, head bobbing, drinking some bourbon.
Damon walked into the room.
"Damon!" Stefan said. "Help me celebrate my 17th high school graduation." Damon turned off the music. I stopped dancing, giving him a mock pouty face. "Hey, you remember our friend, Lexi, of course?"
"Lexi, back from the dead," Damon said. "Goody."
Lexi rushed at Damon, grabbing his throat, pushing him against the wall. "What's up, buzzkill?"
"Stefan, Kaylin, you're just gonna sit or stand there and let her enact her ghostly revenge?" Damon asked.
"You reap what you sow, buddy," I told him.
"Let's be very clear," Lexi told him. "Whatever time I have left here, I sure as hell don't plan on wasting on you. You got me?"
"Yeah," Damon answered. "Got ya." Lexi released, walking toward Stefan and the couch. Damon gasped. I sat on the arm of couch. "So if you and Ric and Little Gilbert are all flesh-like and real-seeming, that means something went horribly wrong when Bonnie tried to put that veil up. And here you three are, having dance party USA."
"You're right " Stefan told him. "How selfish of us to be indulging in these precious moments with our formerly dead friend. I should be sacrificing my own happiness for the good of others, right?"
I pointed at Stefan. "You should be upstairs grooming your hero-hair!"
Damon walked closer. "Are you two drunk?"
"I don't know, Mom, are we?" I asked.
Lexi chuckled, taking the bottle from me.
Damon snatched the bottle from Lexi.
"Okay," Lexi said.
"Well, I guess that's one way to celebrate our supernatural apocalypse," Damon told us, taking a drink. "Now, care to hazard any guesses on what the hell went wrong?"
****
In the living room, I saw Damon and Stefan talking to a vampire Hunter with a gun.
Damon groaned as he pulled the bullet out of his shoulder.
The Hunter checked his gun. "Yeah, borrowed it from my jarhead friend, Connor. Shoots wood like lead."
"Come on, man," Stefan told me. "We didn't kill you."
"No, but you left me in that well on that island, where I starved to death. There I was, all alone on the Other Side, till Qetsiyah found me and reminded me of my supernatural destiny. To Cure Silas, and then kill Silas. End of story–-"
Annoyed, I punched into his back, pulling out his heart.
Damon and Stefan gaped at me.
I gave them a look, nodding. "Uh, you're welcome."
I let the heart fall to the floor.
****
Damon, Jeremy and Elena were upstairs talking about Elena either taking the Cure or giving it to the Hunters.
