"Mr. Salvatore, the president would like to have a word with you."

Damon Salvatore nodded as he was escorted to the president of Mount Weather's office. Damon was hoping that there was news of the 100 teenagers that were sent to the ground from the Arc station.

Damon hadn't talked to Stefan ever since his feud with him about 100 years ago. Later he learned that Stefan had left to go up to the Arc during the nuclear war. Of course, being vampires, the radiation had no effect on them. The only reason Damon didn't walk out into the forest himself after the news of the dropship was because he needed to keep his act up.

His act up as the president's advisor, of course.

Damon walked hastily through the halls of Mount Weather, anxious to know if the president had been successful in "acquiring" the 100 kids, hoping Stefan was with them.

Finally, Damon reached the president's office, and the guards stationed outside let him through.

"Ah, Mr. Salvatore! Glad you made it," the president said as he gestured for the other people in his office to leave. They followed his gesture and exited.

The president's smile quickly faded and he became serious.

"Did you get the kids?" Damon asked.

"We did, actually. They were all released from quarantine yesterday."

"Did you get the leader?"

"One of them. She claims that the other one perished in a fire."

Damon frowned. There were two leaders? And one of them died? He was seriously hoping the other leader wasn't Stefan.

Damon turned on his heel and out the door. "I'm going to go talk to them."

"Be careful! Clarke, the leader, already thinks we're up to something, and if she found out what you are…" the president let the sentence hang in the air. Only he knew what Damon was, and if anyone else found out, Damon would most likely get thrown out of Mount Weather, and the people would revolt.

Damon threw on a smirk. "I'll just get some information out of them with my charm."

Clarke paced in the bunk-room. It had been a day since she was released from quarantine and reunited with her friends. Well, some of her friends. The mountain men hadn't retrieved Raven, or Finn and Bellamy. Because of the heavy weight of guilt on her shoulders, she stopped pacing and sat on her bunk.

Sitting by herself in quarantine had given her time to think; too much time to think. She closed the door on someone she loved, and someone that she cared deeply about. She gave the command to set their camp ablaze with an unsurvivable fire.

"Clarke."

Jasper's hand on her shoulder snapped her out of her pensiveness.

"We need to plan an escape," Clarke said as she shrugged Jasper's hand off and stood up again. "The mountain men didn't find Raven, and more of our people might be out there."

"Clarke, are you crazy? The mountain men saved our lives! Now, because of them, we don't have to worry about being captured or speared by grounders."

"I left them to die, Jasper. I closed the door on them-"

Jasper stopped Clarke in her tracks. "I know that it's hard, Clarke, but you have to forget about Finn and Bellamy. As much as it pains me to say this, they probably didn't survive. No one but us did. You have to be grateful! If these people didn't save us, I don't know if we'd be alive right now."

"The old Jasper wouldn't have thought that way," Clarke said as she turned away in disgust from Jasper. As soon as she took a step, she bumped into someone.

"Sorry-," she mumbled as she looked up into startling blue eyes. This man was very attractive, and wore a confident smirk on his face. She hadn't seen him before, but he wore very nice clothes, signifying that he was someone who was in the high class, or rich.

"Going somewhere?" the man smirked.

Clarke took a step back in embarrassment, and felt herself blushing. Why was she so nervous around someone she had never met before?

"Your name is…?"

Clarke blinked and shook her head. "Sorry, um my name is Clarke, Clarke Griffin."

The man smiled again and extended his hand. "Damon Salvatore; the president's advisor. Glad to make your acquaintance."

Clarke hesitantly shook his hand. Anyone who was associated with the president was automatically suspicious.

Bellamy ran fast through the forest. It had been a few hours since the dropship set off the fire explosion. All of the grounders should have died in the fire, so there couldn't have been any of them trailing him. But just to be sure, Bellamy ran as far away from the dropship camp as possible.

After another hour of running, Bellamy heard voices from somewhere behind him. He hid behind a couple of bushes as the voices drew nearer. When Bellamy looked again, it was Tristan, dragging Finn behind him as a prisoner. Bellamy didn't have a plan, but he needed to get Finn out of there.

"Bellamy!" someone whispered.

Bellamy looked to the right of him and saw, in another cluster of bushes a few feet away, a familiar face.

"Stefan? Stefan Salvatore?"

Stefan quietly moved to the bushes where Bellamy was hiding.

Bellamy looked back to where Finn and Tristan were. "We need to get him out."

Stefan nodded. "We get Finn, and kill Tristan. But how do we do tha-."

Before Stefan could finish his sentence, Bellamy was running after Tristan and Finn with a spear for a weapon. Stefan felt like slapping himself in the forehead. These kids acted so impulsive sometimes and it made him really annoyed. Now, Bellamy was probably going to get not only himself killed, but Finn as well.

Stefan sighed. Maybe now was the time that he had to expose his secret.

Bellamy tried going up against Tristan, but instantly failed. Soon enough, he too was held captive.

"You skypeople killed 300 of my men! My people! I was going to torture you once we got to the village, but now I think I'll just do it here," Tristan snarled.

"Nice going, Bellamy," Finn muttered.

"Shut up, Spacewalker," Bellamy muttered back.

Tristan drew his sword, but it was instantly knocked out of his hand by a blur of a figure. Something was moving around them at inhuman speed. Tristan picked up his sword again, seemingly unfazed. He was about to hack away at Finn and Bellamy when the figure came back and snapped his neck. Tristan fell to the ground, dead. Finn and Bellamy were shocked, and became even more shocked when they saw who the killer was.

"Now," Stefan said, freeing the two boys, "let's find the rest of the 100."

"What the hell are you?" said Finn.

"It doesn't matter right now. Let's just find the rest of our people."

"To hell with that! Why would we ever trust you?" Bellamy said.

"Because I just saved your life. And it seems that you two can't keep yourself out of trouble, so it looks like you'll be needing my help...a lot." Stefan replied.

Finn and Bellamy looked at each other. Stefan was right about that. Anyways, they needed to find Clarke and Jasper and the rest of the 100.

"Where do we go?" Bellamy asked.

Stefan started walking. "First, Mount Weather. I think it's time I pay my brother a visit."