Oh, God, I thought as I stepped into the parlor, hearing the loud music and seeing the blood drinking and dancing of Damon Salvatore and soroity girls, asking "Having fun?"

"Uh-huh," Damon answered, pulling away from the soroity girl's neck. "You know, Kay, they have soroity guys, too."

"How do I taste?" the girl asked.

"Oh, so much better than your friends. But shh. Don't tell them. They might get jealous."

The lights were turned on, and I looked up. "Oh, no, Buzz Kill Bob." 

Stefan shut off the music as Damon said, "Greetings."

"Can we talk?" Stefan asked Damon.

"Yeah."

"Without the Tri-Delts?"

"Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of them. They're really good at keeping secrets."

I sighed at Stefan's serious face. "Fun's over. I'm gone."

I wasn't going to the bachelor raffle.

*

I heard something insdie the house. Like fighting in the library. 

When I got to the library, it was too late. Damon was looking down at Alaric's body.

I went to his side, kneeling next to him as I checked his pulse. He didn't have one. I looked up at Damon. "What happened? What did you do?"

"Do what?" Damon asked innocently. "He attacked me."

I sat up, looking up at him. "Damon."

"All I did was tell him the truth. It's not my fault he couldn't handle it."

"Like you've been handling Katherine?" I asked. 

"I'm handling it fine, Kaylin," Damon said. I tilted her head at him as he leaned forward. "You know what? Isobel came to me. She found me. And if she's related to Elena, that means she's related to Katherine. Maybe Katherine sent her to me."

"Stop it," I stressed. "You don't have to keep looking."

"Can't be a coincidence Isobel sought me out. Mm-mm. Can't." He pointed to Alaric. "I'm assuming you'll take care of this, or leave it for Stefan to get rid of him."

Damon left, and I sighed, scoffing, shaking my head as I looked down at Alaric when his fingers started to move. I tilted my head up in shock, curiousity and confusion when he gasped alive, sitting up. "What happened? What's going on?"

"You were just . . ." I trailed off. "Did Damon turn you?"

"No, I--I went for him and then he, uh--he stabbed me."

"No, no, no," I said. "You must have vampire blood in your system. Somebody slipped it to you. Believe me, that's incredibly easy to do."

"No," Alaric repeated. "It's, uh, something else."

"Then what?" I asked.

"I, uh . . ." Alaric looked at the big, tacky ring on his finger. "Isobel."

*

"This ring protected me."

"That's impossible," I told him.

"I know."

Okay.

What the hell?