When Melanie woke up, she found herself in Damon's bed fully covered with blankets. She craned her neck over and saw that Damon had cleared the whole room but was himself nowhere to be seen.

She carefully got up from the bed. She was having a minor headache due to the last night's antics at the Boarding House. Everything that had happened registered fully in her mind and she let out a weary sigh; Damon had lost it again and shattered his room out of frustration and she had tried her level best to handle the situation. 

Damon was not quite in the condition to see things straight and it had taken her hours to coax him to open the door and let her in after which she tried to make him understand but it all resulted in a row which ended up in the whole room being converted into a war zone and both of them getting fully exhausted.

It wasn't the first time she had had to deal with Damon in an awful mood. She descended the stairs and made her way to the study where Stefan was scribbling something in his journal. "Hi Stef," she mumbled.

He looked up at her and seeing how she was still a bit awry he made her sit down and fetched a glass of water, "here, drink it." 

She gratefully tipped the glass down and smiled, "thanks." 

He spoke, "no problem. Are you okay now?" 

She gave a low nod, "I'm fine. Just a little stiff."

He remarked, "you handled Damon really well last night. Or else it was most probable that he could have lashed out and killed many innocent people." 

It had been near dawn when Stefan had returned and was definitely surprised to find everything so eerily silent. He had gone to check Damon's room first and had assessed the situation by seeing the mess all over and amid all that destruction, Melanie curled up on the floor uncomfortably asleep with Damon's head in her lap. Stefan had noticed at that moment that Mel was a lot like how their mother used to be when she was alive.

He was brought back to reality when Melanie sighed wearily, "it's not the first time. When Damon kicked you out years ago he would have these mood swings more than often. So you could say that I've grown accustomed to it." 

He gave her hand an assuring squeeze, "it must have been hard for you."

She smiled slightly, "well, what's passed is past now. Just forget it happened. Where's Damon by the way?" 

Stefan closed his journal and placed it alongside many others in the shelf, "he left a few hours ago. Bit early for him considering he's a late riser. He looked very troubled though. Can you tell me what happened?"

She was now caught in a catch 22 situation, "nothing much. Damon..." But then she paused knowing that if Stefan came to know of Damon and Elena's little fling, things could get disastrous. 

He raised an eyebrow, "Damon did what?"

"Damon and I had a row," she quickly made up a story, "he doesn't approve the idea of me going on a date with a certain someone since he says no one can be trusted and so on. We fought and argued and then he shattered his room and then of course I had to give in."

Stefan looked amused, "really? I thought he wouldn't have any problem with it considering he's got much experience in that field." 

Melanie laughed out of relief that he had actually believed the false story, "I know." 

He added, "but I can talk to him for you. Maybe he'll agree."

Now that was a problem. She shook her head, "thank you Stef but please don't mention anything about it to him. I don't want you getting kicked out again and believe me those seven years in which I had to deal with Damon without you were awfully hell."

Concern sparked in his eyes, "you didn't get hurt, did you?" 

She shook her head, "of course not. Damon made sure of that." 

He glanced at the clock for a brief second, "I made your breakfast. Oh and you're late for school so I'd advise you to ditch it today. I'm quite sure Jeremy will pass his notes to you on what you'll miss in an absence."

She laughed, "yeah he would. And you know what, you're the world's most generous brother." Then thinking about Damon again she asked, "do you have any idea where Damon could be, though?" 

He hid a small smile, "probably the cemetery near Wickery Bridge. He visits Mom's grave whenever he's troubled. You'll find it quite easily though since we always keep it flowered and the gravestone has Lillian Salvatore engraved on it. Oh and you know what, you act like his mum most of the time. The way you are always so anxious about him makes me think sometimes that you are the elder one and in charge, not him."

She got up to go down to the kitchen, "yeah I guess. Sometimes he acts more like a kid than ever." 

He remarked, "don't worry and have your breakfast first. Damon will be perfectly alright." 

She nodded, "thanks for the support."

After breakfast, Melanie left for the Cemetery. Stefan had some work to tend to so she told him that he didn't have to come and that it was better if she went alone. The Cemetery at Mystic Falls was ancient and had been there since the Civil Wars.

There were many graves of soldiers and town members alike. All gravestones were engraved with names and some of the surnames she was quite familiar with. Lockwood. Forbes. Gilbert. Bennet. Donovan. Mystic Falls was a small town indeed inhabited by people whose generations of generations had lived and died on the same soil. Born, lived and now buried.

She stopped by the gravestone marked Salvatore and bent down to read it. Guissepe Salvatore. Then there was another gravestone beside it which read Lillian Salvatore. Damon should have been here.

She looked around but there was no sign of Damon or any other person. The cemetery was gravely silent and it sent a chill down her spine. She realized that she shouldn't have come here as something was dreadfully askew.

"Hello, love," she heard a voice close to her and a man's breath on her neck. 

Turning in alarm she almost fell down but a hand reached out to steady her. When she gained her balance and was on her feet she looked at who the person was that had pulled her up and seeing him her insides began to freeze. Klaus Mikaelson.

"We meet again. Such pleasure," he smiled showing off his dimples. It was kinda awkward how a person so evil like him could have these cute dimples. 

"Wh-what do you want?" Melanie's voice shook as she tried to think of a way of escaping.

"Ah nothing. Just a little cooperation. Now would you please kindly step into the car over there or will I have to force you? Trust me, love, you won't like it if I forced you. Friendly advice, rest depends on you."

She stuttered, "I don't want to go anywhere with you in that car. Just leave me alone." 

He smiled wider, "I see, you were out here looking for Damon, right? Too bad. Won't find him anywhere now."

The words struck a bell in her mind; this was Klaus's way of stating a threat. "Where's Damon?" she demanded. 

"Easy there," he replied, "I was just about to take you to dear Damon. But you refused to accept the ride."

"I don't trust you."

"Ah of course you don't. Considering that the two of us have such an awful history behind us..."

"What the hell have you done to Damon!" her voice rose to an alarming pitch and her eyes flashed at him threateningly.

"Stop making a noise," his voice turned threatening immediately as he dropped the fake sweet accent and spun her around placing a hand on her mouth forcefully muffling out her screams.

She struggled but it was no use against him. "As for Damon, you'll see soon enough," he spoke in a menacing whisper and shortly afterwards she felt a painful jerk to her head and everything dissolved into darkness.