"Damon!"
Where the hell is he? If I were Damon where would I go after losing all hope on ever escaping hell and being stuck here on a continuous loop of a day in 1994 forever?

Ah! Alcohol! That's always the answer.

Strolling down the to the alcohol section of the supermarket, I heard a new and unknown voice, someone other than Damon?

"Hey, Damon? Are you over there? Oh, thank Satan, I have the funniest thing to tell you about Bonnie- wait."

Who the hell is that? This stranger is... well, he's quite beautiful. His dark eyes scanned my body for a minute, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"Ah, hello, I'm Kai!" He waved enthusiastically, adorable.

"Um, hi. Scarlet, but ya know you can call me Scar, funny, it's like my parents knew I was going to have a scar on my face, nice and big for the world to see," I had a habit of rambling in front of attractive men.

Damon gave me a concerned look, as if he was trying to tell me something.

"Well, Damon why don't you have a drink, that usually calms you down." How does he know that?

"Weird, you go angry, then sad and then angry again, super strange." That was a little odd.

"Okay, I'll be honest with you, the reason I'm here is because I want to kill you."

With each one of those very syllables, all without any emotion whatsoever, a chill ran down my spine.

Damon started to cry out in pain, spitting out the Bourbon, vervain. Of course, this guy was super genius no.256.

"Damon!" Rushing over to him I glared at Kai, I can not believe I thought this guy was attractive. I mean, he still is, but his personality sucks ass.

As I crouched down to Damon's level, placing my bony hand on his shoulder gently to comfort him, I shifted my gaze to this 'Kai' man. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I spoke rather aggressively, I mean, who wouldn't?

"Oh, dearie, quite a lot."