Physical Graffiti

Rhiannon

she rules her life like a fine skylark
and when the sky is starless
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Lucy POV
Lexi, Stefan and I were drinking and dancing to Bon Jovi in the parlor. This is what I liked. The kind of life I liked. A life not full of Silas and hybrids.

Damon walked into the room catching the attention of Stefan.

"Damon! Help me celebrate my 17th high school graduation." Stefan told him.

Damon turned off the music. "Hey!" I yelled at him. He glared at me before focusing his attention back on Stefan.

"Hey, you remember my friend, Lexi, of course?" Stefan said.

"Lexi, back from the dead. Goody." Damon said. Lexi ran at Damon pinning him against the wall.

"What's up, buzzkill?" She asked him.

"Stefan, you're just gonna sit there and let her enact her ghostly revenge?" He asked.

"You reap what you sow, buddy." I told him.

"Let's be very clear: whatever time I have left here, I sure as hell don't plan on wasting on you. You got me?" She spat.

"Yeah. Got ya." Damon said. Lexi let him go gasping for air.

"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 two are, having dance party USA." Damon said.

"You're right. How selfish of me to be indulging in these precious moments with my formerly dead best friend. I should be sacrificing my own happiness for the good of others, right? I should be upstairs grooming my hero-hair." Stefan said.

"Are you drunk?" Damon asked him.

"I don't know, Mom, am I?" Stefan said.

Lexi took the bottle from Stefan's hands laughing. Damon took the bottle out of her hands.

"Okay." Lexi said.

"Well, I guess that's one way to celebrate our supernatural apocalypse." Damon said taking a sip out of the bottle. "Now, care to hazard any guesses on what the hell went wrong?"
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Lexi and Stefan left leaving Damon and I. We were no having our own fancy party USA and drinking. There was a knock on the door interrupting our drinking session.

"I'll get it." Damon said.

I was looking through the CD's when I heard a gun shot echo through the room. "Damon?" I asked.

I walked toward the door to see Damon pulling out a bullet and a man standing there.

I groaned in pain as Damon pulled the bullet out.
"Yeah, borrowed it from my jarhead friend, Connor. Shoots wood like lead." He said.

"Come on, man. I didn't kill you." Damon said.

"I don't even know you!" I yelled at him.

My name is Vaughn. Your brother left me 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-" Vaughn said.

Suddenly Vaughn choked. Stefan was standing behind him holding his heart in his hand.

"Nice work Stefy." I mumbled.
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Damon and I stood in front of the mirror looking at our wounds.

"Why aren't they healing?" Damon asked.

"Damn bullet had werewolf venom." I mumbled.

There was knock on the door frame. "Hey." Elena said.